Transmigrating Before The Crazy Beauty Scum A Loses Control - Chapter 79

A few days ago, after Zuo Baixuan left the hospital, she took a taxi with Jiang Lingdan to Chen Huanyu’s house.

As expected of a world-class computer expert, Chen’s home was equipped with even more impressive devices than those in Luan Yenan’s study.

But also true to her reputation as a high-functioning autistic with social anxiety, Chen Huanyu’s living space was small, almost entirely occupied by her equipment.

There was no room for guests, let alone amenities like slippers.

Chen Huanyu simply stared at Jiang Lingdan for a while.

“Is it convenient for us to come in?” Zuo Baixuan asked.

Chen Huanyu nodded but remained seated, looking at Jiang Lingdan and saying, “If you’re scared, we can chat online.”

Scared?

Zuo Baixuan was puzzled by the choice of words.

Jiang Lingdan’s face turned slightly red. “Scared of what? It’s just Huanyu! Can she eat me? What’s there to be scared of? Instead, you should explain clearly what Luan Yenan asked you to investigate about Little Zuo!”

The louder she spoke, the more it seemed like she was trying to cover up her nervousness.

But Chen Huanyu remained seated, unmoved by Jiang Lingdan’s words, and showed no intention of answering the question.

At this moment, Zuo Baixuan had no mind to ponder the dynamics between these two. She said, “No, I don’t need to know what Luan Yenan investigated about me or what she found out. I came here to ask for your help in preparing for the press conference after the bidding contract is signed. Also… I want to personally ask you for a favor.”

Chen Huanyu nodded. “Go ahead.”

“I have a lot of investigative materials on hand. I want you to help me publish some of them online, aiming for as much simultaneous coverage as possible.” Zuo Baixuan said.

Jiang Lingdan immediately grabbed Zuo Baixuan’s hands. “Little Zuo, have you been collecting evidence of Luan Yenan’s crimes all this time you’ve been by her side?”

Jiang Lingdan thought she had figured it out.

Zuo Baixuan, amused by Jiang Lingdan’s reaction, momentarily forgot her heavy and complex emotions and laughed. “What are you thinking?”

Isn’t it?

“But you…” Jiang Lingdan thought of Zuo Baixuan leaking company secrets to the Qin family. She glanced at Zuo Baixuan but hesitated to speak directly, unsure if she should mention it in front of Chen Huanyu.

In Jiang Lingdan’s view, Senior Chen should be on Luan Yenan’s side.

Right, Senior Chen should have a good relationship with Luan Yenan. Why would Little Zuo ask her to betray Luan Yenan?

But isn’t leaking company secrets to harm Luan Yenan’s interests an act against Luan Yenan?

Jiang Lingdan felt like a fool, unable to make sense of anything.

Chen Huanyu, however, provided the correct answer. “You want to attack the Qin family, or more precisely, the person in charge of the Qin family’s bidding project, Ji Liangquan.”

Zuo Baixuan gave a bitter smile.

Indeed.

Chen Huanyu knew.

Luan Yenan also knew.

Luan Yenan must have pieced together the clues from the story Zuo Baixuan told in Jiangcheng.

She was probably curious about Zuo Baixuan’s next moves, hence allowing her to act freely.

What a madwoman, risking her company’s future just to watch a good show.

In Zuo Baixuan’s mind flashed an image of Luan Yenan’s red lips curling into a slight smile, her narrow eyes filled with amusement, whispering “interesting” in her ear.

Zuo Baixuan’s lips twitched slightly, then fell.

“Luan Lizheng has been competing with our company recently. Taking advantage of A’nan’s illness to confine her is something neither of our mothers could have anticipated. If I add this to the mix, I don’t know what the consequences will be. I don’t want to ruin everyone’s hard work over such a long time just because of me. So, in terms of public opinion, I only want to focus on attacking that person.”

After listening, Jiang Lingdan was still digesting the limited information.

After a while, she realized one thing: the name Zuo Baixuan avoided mentioning—Ji Liangquan—was Zuo Baixuan’s biological father.

In Jiang Lingdan’s memory, Zuo Baixuan had mentioned this person during their sophomore year when she invited Zuo Baixuan to switch dorm rooms and discovered that her family was exploiting her part-time earnings.

[“They are my adoptive parents. I was abandoned after my mother passed away.”]

Not adopted, but abandoned.

[“One character in my name is taken from his name. I wanted to change my name when I was younger, but they wouldn’t allow it. Now I’m used to it; my name has nothing to do with him.”]

The character “Bai” was taken from his name “Quan”!

Jiang Lingdan closed her eyes, trying to empathize with Zuo Baixuan’s experiences growing up.

But no matter how she imagined it, it was hard to fathom the depth of Zuo Baixuan’s hidden stories.

The hardships along the way, the numbness from enduring pain and sorrow—how did little Zuo Baixuan survive it all? No one could truly understand.

It was precisely this unimaginable suffering that shaped Zuo Baixuan’s current personality and her all-or-nothing desire for revenge.

“But, Little Zuo, do you really have to go this far?” Jiang Lingdan asked with concern.

Even if this revenge succeeds, will it truly bring happiness?

Or will it plunge her into another abyss—destroying the company’s projects, damaging its reputation, possibly facing charges of abusing power for personal gain, manipulating stock prices, and even allowing Luan Lizheng to overtake them, ruining all of Luan Yenan’s hard work.

If this were back when Luan Yenan had just married Zuo Baixuan, Jiang Lingdan would believe that Zuo Baixuan could do such a thing without hesitation.

But now, regardless of whether Zuo Baixuan had genuine feelings for Luan Yenan, the projects she had tirelessly worked on day and night were undoubtedly filled with her heart and soul. Was it really worth destroying all that for such a man?

Zuo Baixuan forced a smile. “I learned from Luan Yenan.”

“?” Jiang Lingdan wondered if Zuo Baixuan had gone mad. Even Luan Yenan wouldn’t do something like this, right?

Chen Huanyu, however, nodded. “Luan Yenan used ‘Blockcoin’ to quickly attract public attention, creating a massive social impact. What you’re doing now, using ‘Yituan’s’ IPO and the Qin family’s ‘Smart Life’ project to attract public attention, is quite similar.”

“But Luan Yenan later leveraged that social influence and shared benefits to secure official partnerships and deepen collaborations with major families, thereby strengthening ‘Yituan’s’ foundation. What you’re doing now is completely different from self-destruction!” Jiang Lingdan tried to bring Zuo Baixuan back to her senses.

“Qin Yuancheng is his backer. Qin Yuancheng is very satisfied with this obedient Alpha. If the matter isn’t big enough, Qin Yuancheng can use his connections to suppress it. But I want him to pay for everything he’s done.” Zuo Baixuan said through gritted teeth.

She knew she was already obsessed.

Long obsessed!

She never considered herself strong; she had merely accumulated fifteen years of resentment, relying on this obsession to persevere through every difficulty.

The deeply ingrained pain deserved to be fully “repaid.”

Zuo Baixuan couldn’t erase the past, but she could elaborate on the present: “The funny thing is, during this period, his contact with me was authorized by Qin Yuancheng. Qin Yuancheng knew A’nan wouldn’t make any concessions on the project, but Qin Yuancheng wanted absolute control over the project, so he sent the daughter he abandoned over a decade ago to negotiate terms.

“In their eyes, I naturally became someone who married A’nan through schemes and sought to establish a foothold in the Luan family with the Qin family’s help. In their view, no fool would give up wealth and status for a childhood grudge.”

Jiang Lingdan completely gave up trying to persuade Zuo Baixuan, this fool.

She didn’t even dare to imagine how much guilt Zuo Baixuan felt every time she showed a genuine smile beside Luan Yenan.

If Zuo Baixuan’s meticulously planned, happiness-sacrificing revenge plot failed, Jiang Lingdan would curse the world to destruction.

“Moreover, just now, when Qin Yuancheng heard that A’nan was hospitalized, he didn’t send any condolences or visit her. Instead, he reminded me to prepare the contract in advance while A’nan was ‘resting.’ He must be looking forward to the clause in the contract about compensating for damages to the project’s image.” Zuo Baixuan said with a smile. “I’m looking forward to it too.”

Jiang Lingdan swallowed hard, momentarily unsure if the person before her was Zuo Baixuan or Luan Yenan…

This couple is truly terrifying!

She instinctively glanced at Chen Huanyu.

Chen Huanyu, meeting her gaze, shrank her neck and blushed.

Jiang Lingdan thought, Senior Chen is still the best. Senior Chen may have strong learning abilities and unexpectedly good physical stamina for an otaku, but even at her most intense, she remains soft and adorable.

…

In the following days, Zuo Baixuan became the spokesperson for “Yituan” fully controlling the company’s operations.

Everything proceeded in an orderly manner.

The project contract was signed.

Preparations for the press conference were completed.

The stock price continued to soar.

Zuo Baixuan, as agreed, acquired stocks from Luo Yun and gave everyone in the company a chance to sell their shares.

Those in urgent need of money sold some.

Others laughed and said, “The company is doing so well, only a fool would sell!”

The next day was the press conference, and the company was filled with the joy of impending bonuses after this busy period.

Employees breathed a sigh of relief: “It seems the boss can rest easy; with the boss’s wife here, everything is under control!”

“Haha, shh, you make it sound like the boss’s wife is staging a coup. This is just a temporary measure!”

“Wait, didn’t you see when claiming shares? The boss’s wife holds 26% of the shares, more than our boss.”

“Wow, even when absent, they’re showing off their love!”

The couple’s loving anecdotes remained a favorite topic in the office.

Zuo Baixuan sat in Luan Yenan’s office, looking out through the semi-transparent glass.

No one knew what would happen tomorrow.

How many would leave, and how they would curse her, Zuo Baixuan couldn’t imagine.

She sat at the desk, flipping through her plan notebook.

The pen tip pressed against a smudged ink blot, the ink spreading further until it touched half of a character, continuously devouring the strokes.

…

Luan Yenan, after interrogating Luan Yecha for a while, felt tired and ordered him to hold his own neck.

Luan Yecha, with snot and tears, crouched on the ground, clutching his neck, not daring to move.

Luan Yenan glanced at the wall clock: an hour and a half.

Su Bai, following her instructions, should have finished his solo hotpot and returned by now.

She said to the crouching Luan Yecha, “From now on, close your eyes and count loudly from one to ten thousand. If you stop, start over. Begin.”

“What?” Luan Yecha sniffled, not quite catching it.

“Do you have a problem?” Luan Yenan narrowed her eyes.

“No, no! Cousin, I have no problem!!!” Luan Yecha hurriedly knelt and begged for mercy, fearing another round of suffocation from Luan Yenan’s pheromones.

He didn’t want to smell that vodka mixed with hospital disinfectant again, the near-death state making him cherish life’s beauty.

He knelt and began counting: “One, two, three… fifty, fifty-one…”

Luan Yenan remained still.

Instead, the rare sound of chatting bodyguards came from outside.

Luan Yecha opened his eyes.

He saw Luan Yenan staring at him with a sinister, eerie gaze. He quickly turned around, burying his face in the sofa cushion to show he wasn’t peeking.

“One! Two! Three…”

Luan Yecha even voluntarily started counting from the beginning, hearing Luan Yenan’s chilling laughter behind him.

But Luan Yecha sighed in relief; at least she wasn’t angry.

Then, using all the focus he had developed from years of studying, he shouted: “Ten! Eleven! Twelve!”

Amidst the counting, Luan Yenan removed her IV, took two suppressants from the drawer, and opened the balcony window.

Before Luan Yecha arrived, she had observed the surroundings through the window.

The floor wasn’t too high, and there were tree branches outside. Now, seeing it up close, it wasn’t too high—just the fifth floor.

The neighboring balcony wasn’t too far either, with potted plants visible from the hospital bed.

Now, seeing it up close, it wasn’t too far—just a normal human step away.

Meanwhile, the bodyguards outside heard the strange counting from the room.

But they didn’t dare to intervene.

Su Bai, carrying two bags of food, returned, no longer his usual serious self. He smiled at the two bodyguards: “This is for you. We’re just doing our jobs. Seeing how things are today, Old Luan and Young Luan aren’t at odds. We don’t need to be so tense. This is takeout from the restaurant.”

“This isn’t appropriate…” The bodyguards initially resisted the temptation.

Su Bai patted his head: “Ah, you’re right. You professionals wouldn’t just eat my food. No problem. One of you can eat first, and when my buddy returns, he’ll bring more. Su Yang.”

Su Yang happened to see a patient in a hospital gown slowly walking out of the neighboring room.

He smiled and rubbed his hands: “Got it, bro! Let me see what you brought, and I’ll follow the same standard. I’ll bring more of what tastes good.”

The two bodyguards’ faces showed hesitation as they peered into the takeout bags.

Su Yang seized the moment to exchange a glance with Su Bai and quickly left.

By the time the bodyguards regained their composure, Su Bai was back at the hospital room door, his usual serious self.

Su Yang followed the patient from the neighboring room all the way to the parking lot, opened the car door, and helped the patient in.

The patient sat in the back seat.

Su Yang immediately got into the driver’s seat and started the engine: “Boss Luan, where to?”

Luan Yenan exhaled lightly, injected a suppressant into her arm, and tilted her head back for a couple of seconds: “First, find a mall to buy me some clothes, something warm will do.”

“Got it.” Su Yang stepped on the gas, a glint of excitement in his eyes as he glanced at Luan Yenan through the rearview mirror.

This wasn’t his first bodyguard assignment, but it was the first time he had such an interesting employer.

She openly disciplined her cousin in the room and performed a Houdini act right under the nose of her cousin, who was supposed to be watching her.

Fifth floor isn’t too high, but she climbed over from the balcony!

A sick patient!

This was just too f***ing crazy, too f***ing interesting!

Who would have thought such an interesting lunatic existed in the big city? Su Yang drove 50% faster than usual.

While Su Yang went to buy clothes, Luan Yenan borrowed his phone to call Luo Yun.

Luo Yun, answering the call, was startled: “Damn, Luan Yenan, you’re awake? Why are you calling me out of the blue?”

Luan Yenan got straight to the point: “The surveillance footage from the racing track the day I got sick hasn’t been erased, right?”

“No, why… What do you mean? Do you suspect your pheromone disorder is related to our racing track? You’re not suspecting Wang Tao, are you?”

“Not Wang Tao, help me investigate the on-site videos from the moment Ma Yongyu arrived at the racing track.” Luan Yenan said.

Luo Yun paused for a second, then asked, “Who’s that?”

…

Su Yang, knowing his fashion sense was average, went to a sportswear store and picked out a black down jacket, black sweatpants, black sneakers, and a black baseball cap.

The all-black outfit on Luan Yenan covered her sickly pallor and enhanced her aura, fitting perfectly.

Su Yang sped towards the industrial park.

The press conference was set in the newly built cloud computing center in the industrial park.

The place was specially designed for public visits, with all machines and walkways separated by transparent glass.

The media was invited not only to witness the “Smart Life” announcement but also to tour the cloud computing center.

Luan Yenan had specifically designed a suspended platform in the factory to accommodate as many people as possible, allowing visitors to experience the amazement of the machines operating in unison, their lights flashing like an army of terracotta warriors.

Luan Yenan used the blind spot under this platform to hide in a spot where she could hear the commotion above but remain unseen.

“Zuo Baixuan, don’t make a scene at such a major event!”

Ji Liangquan’s roar echoed from the stage.

“Ji Liangquan, with so much evidence, it’s you who’s making a scene.” Zuo Baixuan’s voice was steady and forceful.

The media erupted in uproar.

What was going on with this couple, Luan Yenan and Zuo Baixuan?

Every time they appeared in the media, they caused a huge stir!

Luan Yenan stepped onto the stairs leading to the platform, a smile playing on her lips. She had arrived just in time; the show was just beginning.

“Everyone, take a look at this information. This is everything I know, and I hope you all know it too.” Zuo Baixuan said firmly.

“Miss Zuo, don’t cause trouble at such a formal event just because you’re Yenan’s wife. If this continues, not only you and Yenan will be in trouble, but so will your employees.” Qin Yuancheng interjected.

Zuo Baixuan smiled and retorted, “If we don’t cut it off now, what greater disaster will we face in the future? Or perhaps, Mr. Qin, you already knew about this and are just tolerating your husband’s actions?”

Hahaha.

Luan Yenan almost laughed out loud.

Little white flower.

The little white flower under the spotlight.

The exciting, sweet little white flower had truly bloomed!

Luan Yenan paused on the second step, pulling out a suppressant from her pocket and injecting it without hesitation.

She needed to suppress the restlessness in the gland at her neck, so as not to ruin this fascinating performance.

She had to control her susceptible period.

The tearing-like susceptible period, fueled by her body’s excitement and her intense desire to taste the Little White Flower, was stirring.

Luan Yenan wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and continued up the stairs.

Zuo Baixuan presented all the evidence she had, arranged chronologically from recent to past.

The recent evidence, protected by the Qin family, was hard to substantiate, consisting mostly of vague details.

The media, seeing this, lost interest. Without solid proof, publishing such information could lead to lawsuits from the Qin family, potentially bankrupting them.

But as the timeline went further back, things got more interesting.

Various economic crimes were pinned on Ji Liangquan.

There was even a photo of a paper report in English, detailing Ji Liangquan’s involvement in a scam abroad that defrauded Chinese nationals, but he had escaped and returned home.

Everyone gasped, who would have thought this well-dressed man was the mastermind behind such a major case?

That case had caused so many deaths!

Even among the reporters, a couple gasped, recalling relatives who had committed suicide after being scammed.

Ji Liangquan’s eyes widened as he stared at Zuo Baixuan, trembling and muttering, “That package of documents abroad wasn’t investigated by Luan Yenan, but by you… you… since when…”

Yes, Ji Liangquan finally realized.

Zuo Baixuan had indeed used Luan Yenan well as her cover.

With the spotlight on Luan Yenan, Zuo Baixuan operated in the shadows.

“Since you took me to the beach, pretending to play, and threw me into the sea, trying to stage an accident because your new partner didn’t like having a stepchild. That day, the lifeguard took me to the hospital, and my medical report showed I was an Omega. You then chose to abandon me with foster parents. I have no evidence of this, but you are the culprit behind my grandparents’ deaths, and my mother found proof.” Zuo Baixuan flipped through the PowerPoint.

This was ancient evidence.

The final straw that broke Zuo Baixuan’s mother.

Unable to face the collapse of her romantic dreams, Zuo Baixuan’s mother had placed a damaged hard drive in Zuo Baixuan’s kindergarten bag.

She might not have decided whether to let her daughter see it.

But Zuo Baixuan had cherished her mother’s mementos, which was why she had taught herself computers early and majored in computer science.

Hearing this, Luan Yenan paused on the stairs.

She hadn’t expected… hadn’t expected the “little girl’s” story to have such a continuation.

Everyone at the scene fell silent.

A few older reporters recalled a small business that had gone bankrupt years ago due to mismanagement. The owners had struggled to pay salaries before falling ill and passing away, their daughter unable to bear the pressure and committing suicide, leaving behind a granddaughter.

But who would have noticed this news? Just a sigh before moving on.

Who would have thought they’d encounter it again years later in such a manner.

Ji Liangquan, too, was caught off guard by the sudden resurgence of these memories. But faced with the accusations, he laughed: “Baixuan, you’re still too naive. Do you think these things can really bring me down? Most of this is just hearsay. How much of it can actually serve as evidence to put me in jail?”

Zuo Baixuan also laughed.

Her dimples were inherited from her mother.

Back then, Ji Liangquan’s favorite line to deceive her mother was: “I love your dimples.”

That’s why Zuo Baixuan didn’t like to smile.

But today, she would smile, even laugh out loud.

She knew that the recent, vague evidence and the older, expired proofs couldn’t serve as definitive “evidence” to condemn Ji Liangquan. Even if convicted of economic crimes, a few years in prison, reduced sentences, and parole would mean little punishment.

But she had waited so long, biding her time for the peak of public attention to release all this. Why?

From today onward, no one could hurt her anymore.

“There are others with obsessions besides me.” Zuo Baixuan said.

The principle that “those who do wrong will inevitably face retribution” was something Zuo Baixuan hoped Ji Liangquan would understand when faced with retribution from the families of his past victims.

And now, a universally despised Alpha—would Qin Yuancheng still protect him?

Indeed, Qin Yuancheng remained silent, weighing his options.

“Uncle, I advise you to cut ties with this person soon. Otherwise, when I sue for attempted murder, I might drag you into it.”

Luan Yenan’s voice reverberated through the spacious factory.

Everyone held their breath.

Luan Yenan had arrived!!!

Zuo Baixuan, shining on stage, completing her long-planned scheme, widened her eyes.

Her gaze pierced through the crowd of reporters, landing on Luan Yenan.
Luan Yenan, wearing a baseball cap, exuded a sense of frailty.

Zuo Baixuan’s eyes welled up, and Luan Yenan’s outline blurred.

The more resolute she had been moments ago, the more complex grievances surged in her heart upon seeing Luan Yenan.

Zuo Baixuan wanted to rush into Luan Yenan’s arms, to be held, to ask about her pheromones, to be comforted.

She wanted to kiss her, to be kissed by Luan Yenan, whether gently or roughly.

In that instant, freed from her shackles, she clearly realized: no matter what, she didn’t want to be separated from Luan Yenan.