After Transmigrating as a Scumbag Alpha, I Marked the Crazy Hotshot – Chapter 10

Asura Field¹

Song Ling remained in the back garden, while Cheng Jiqing rose and headed through the corridor hall, walking towards the opulent interior² of the villa.

She saw Yu Lan in the exclusive lounge area.

Or rather, she was standing in the corridor, currently still seven or eight meters³ away from Yu Lan.

Yu Lan stood with her back to the window, holding an ice pack in her right hand. Almost the instant Cheng Jiqing appeared, she immediately turned around alertly.

Professional indeed.

Cheng Jiqing gave a slight shrug. “How’s your face?”

Yu Lan, still dressed in a shirt and black trousers, lowered the ice pack and said, “It’s fine.”

Cheng Jiqing walked forward, her gaze sweeping over Yu Lan’s face. “That day in the parking lot, with Bai Xin and me… was it you who told Cheng Jing?”

The inquiry was very polite and casual, yet Yu Lan keenly sensed an oppressive aura emanating from Cheng Jiqing’s eyes.

A gentle smile played on Cheng Jiqing’s lips as her fingers toyed with a white jade Bodhi⁴ bracelet.

That day, she had given Yu Lan a warning—even if she saw something, she should act as if she hadn’t.

But on the day they returned to the Cheng residence, Cheng Jing had questioned them pointedly about the parking lot incident. Cheng Jiqing suspected Yu Lan had snitched.

Many days had passed since the incident; Cheng Jiqing’s question could be considered a sudden strike.

She just wanted to see what Yu Lan’s response would be without any preparation.

The surprise in Yu Lan’s eyes was quickly masked, and then she replied:

“I wasn’t the only one there that day.”

It was the truth.

“But you saw it too, didn’t you?”

Under Yu Lan’s tacit agreement, Cheng Jiqing pressed further: “So, you don’t report everything to Cheng Jing. Can I understand it that way?”

Yu Lan looked up. She had been at the Cheng residence for a full month, give or take, and her understanding of Cheng Jiqing was limited to her being a young mistress who loved hanging out at clubs and stirring up trouble. But their recent interactions seemed to offer a different insight.

Cheng Jiqing’s features were rather deep-set, her eyes slightly narrow and elongated—fox eyes that, when smiling, held both a captivating spirit and an indescribable… clarity and sophistication⁵ beyond her years.

Therefore, Yu Lan was uncertain about Cheng Jiqing’s true nature, as well as her intentions.

Yu Lan took three seconds to think: “Yes.”

Cheng Jiqing asked one last question: “But the person who pays your salary is Cheng Jing.”

“But the person who decides whether I stay or go is you.”

Cheng Jiqing thought.

Yu Lan, though seemingly unemotional, was smart.

Spies and opportunists⁶—such people, since ancient times, have never met good ends, especially when caught between a relationship like hers and Cheng Jing’s. Choosing the most advantageous side was the smart move.

And indeed, that was exactly what Yu Lan was thinking.

If she offended Cheng Jing, Cheng Jiqing could protect her.

But if she offended Cheng Jiqing, Cheng Jing would absolutely not pick a fight with her beloved younger sister over a mere bodyguard.

The worst outcome would be becoming a sacrificial pawn between the two sisters, unable to survive in the entire industry.

So, it wasn’t that she wanted to choose Cheng Jiqing, but that she had no better option.

And right now, she couldn’t afford to lose this job.

Cheng Jiqing withdrew her gaze, understanding the situation. She didn’t ask any more questions, shoved her hands into her trouser pockets, and turned around leisurely.

“I’m going out later.”

“Didn’t you say you weren’t going?”

Song Ling followed Cheng Jiqing towards the villa’s main entrance, arms crossed, looking at Cheng Jiqing with a mixture of curiosity and excitement.

Cheng Jiqing said, “You don’t understand.”

She was just doing it to survive.

She thought, since it was destined to be a Shura Field anyway, rather than waiting until Bai Xin was suppressed and bullied relentlessly, turning into a villain…

She might as well go too—if something happened, she could step up. That way, even if Bai Xin blackened later, she would remember Cheng Jiqing’s kindness today.

Fight fire with fire⁷.

Cheng Jiqing changed into a pair of black eight-centimeter⁸ high heels. The stilettos clicked on the bluestone floor tiles, echoing the calculations clicking away in her mind.

【If you’re so worried, why don’t you come too?】

As if prompted by unseen forces⁹, Cheng Jiqing recalled this text message from Bai Xin.

Cheng Jiqing didn’t deny that she had been momentarily mesmerized when she read it.

Just like Bai Xin’s pheromones—lilies themselves are inherently full of temptation.

Cheng Jiqing pondered. She had just replied saying she wouldn’t go. She wondered what Bai Xin’s reaction would be upon seeing her at the cocktail party later?

Strangely, she felt a little expectant.

The two headed out. Unexpectedly for Cheng Jiqing, while she had guessed Cheng Jing might have someone keep an eye on her to prevent her from going out to ‘run wild’, no one tried to dissuade her along the way.

Yu Lan merely followed quietly.

Song Ling hadn’t forgotten her ‘grudge’ with Yu Lan and shot her several vicious glares.

Just as Cheng Jiqing was starting to relax, she utterly failed to anticipate that she would run right into Cheng Jing’s car the moment she stepped out… A black Rolls-Royce, costing close to ten million yuan¹⁰ upon landing.

In the Cheng family, it was merely one of the most ordinary vehicles in the garage.

“Such bad luck. Your sister is the last person I want to run into,” Song Ling muttered beside her in a low voice. “Putting on a sour face all day, who is she trying to scare…”

Who wanted this? Did she want this?

It hadn’t been so bad initially, but after spending these few days in the villa and interacting with Cheng Jing a couple more times, the resistance towards Cheng Jing deep inside her seemed to be growing.

Cheng Jiqing stood still, waiting for Cheng Jing’s car to approach.

Waiting until the person walked up to her.

“If I say I plan to go to the cocktail party, are you going to stop me?” Cheng Jiqing asked very directly.

Cheng Jing paused for a moment, then replied, “It’s good that you want to go. I’ve long told you to attend more of these kinds of parties, but you were always unwilling.”

“?”

Huh? This wasn’t developing as she’d imagined?

She hadn’t even made an effort, yet the communication ended smoothly.

Cheng Jiqing felt slightly suspicious. Why was Cheng Jing being so agreeable today?

Logically, Cheng Jing must know Bai Xin would also be there. Wasn’t she still suspicious about her and Bai Xin’s AA relationship? Wasn’t she afraid they would rekindle things¹¹?

No, wait.

Not afraid they would have contact again?

Had she suddenly had a change of heart?

“You can go to VICK with Song Ling first. Once you’re ready, I’ll have someone pick you up later.”

Cheng Jiqing had stayed put quietly at home these past few days, and Cheng Jing’s expression had softened considerably.

VICK was a renowned high-end luxury clothing store in Beicheng, frequented by many celebrities, wealthy individuals, and socialites.

But Cheng Jiqing felt something was off.

As it turned out, her intuition was always so accurate.

Just as Cheng Jiqing was about to get into the car with Song Ling, her gaze brushed past the windshield of the Rolls-Royce. In a sudden glance, she thought she saw another person in the back seat.

Looking closer, she saw the person inside seemed to raise a hand to greet her, though it was indistinct and unclear. Cheng Jiqing only got one impression: the owner of that hand must possess considerable elegance.

She didn’t notice that the moment the woman greeted her, Cheng Jing’s gaze swept towards the back seat.

The car carrying Cheng Jiqing and Song Ling drove off.

The rear door of the Rolls-Royce opened, and a woman wearing a traditional-style, form-fitting qipao¹² stepped out.

“It was just a greeting, why are you glaring at me?”

“I told you, don’t provoke her,” Cheng Jing’s latter sentence already carried a warning tone.

Yu Xiuxiu¹³ curved her lips. She had long grown accustomed to how much Cheng Jing valued this younger sister.

“You didn’t tell her about your arrangement. Aren’t you afraid she’ll cause a scene later?”

The car was already far away. Cheng Jing stepped through the main gate.

“If Chengcheng attends with Qin Yufu, the rumors will collapse on their own¹⁴.” Cheng Jing paused slightly. “She liked Qin Yufu so much before; she won’t make a scene.”

A thought lingered in Yu Xiuxiu’s mind—You said ‘before’. What if she doesn’t like her anymore?

Lifting a corner of her long skirt, she followed slowly behind, every movement filled with grace. “This way, the only one left embarrassed will be Bai Xin? You truly go to great lengths for Little Cheng Zong.”

For Cheng Jing, as long as the reputation of the Cheng family and her sister could be preserved, ruining one Bai Xin was of little consequence.

Perhaps the aim wasn’t just against Bai Xin, but also to send a message to the Bai family; Cheng Jing might not have truly tolerated Bai Xingxing’s earlier remarks.

Word was that Bai Xin hadn’t grown up in the Bai family since childhood either…

Would the Bai family sacrifice the pawn to save the chariot¹⁵ when the time came?

From the moment they met today, Cheng Jing hadn’t been in a good mood.

Cheng Jing was often in a bad mood.

Yu Xiuxiu didn’t try to court displeasure.

Cheng Jing sat down on the sofa. Warmth settled onto her lap as Yu Xiuxiu sat down in it.

“Cheng Zong, you haven’t come to the opera garden¹⁶ in a long time. The lyrics for 《Qin Tower Dust》¹⁷ have all been written.”

The scent of an omega wafted around Cheng Jing’s suit collar. Her eyes darkened slightly, and the hand gripping the woman’s waist pulled her forcefully closer against her body.

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Cheng Jiqing arrived at VICK. Clothes according to her measurements had already been prepared.

A backless black gown reaching mid-calf, paired with silver high heels—simple and elegant. The original host’s dresses certainly weren’t in this style; this was Cheng Jing’s choice.

One had to admit, it suited her aesthetic.

“If you weren’t such a troublemaker, dressed like this, you actually look quite decent.”

Those were Song Ling’s parting words.

Song Ling had just finished changing when she received a call from home, saying something urgent had come up and she needed to return first. Cheng Jiqing was unfamiliar with the place, but she possessed enough experience to handle situations, and her confidence wasn’t lacking.

Not long after Song Ling left, the car Cheng Jing had arranged arrived to pick her up.

Six twenty-five.

The car carrying Cheng Jiqing slowly pulled up in front of an international hotel.

Stepping out, she faced the red carpet directly. Her appearance immediately attracted gazes—curious, probing, and gossipy…

As Song Ling had said, the security around was very strict, and there were also people specifically taking photos for the event. Cheng Jiqing hadn’t even taken a proper look around when her gaze was suddenly locked by a resentful stare from her front left.

She steadied herself, stung momentarily by the emotions from the original host’s memory fragments.

Then she saw the woman striding towards her, step by step.

Cheng Jiqing had considered encountering her, but she hadn’t expected to run into her the moment she got out of the car…

The original host’s White Moonlight¹⁸—Qin Yufu.

“It’s a surprise from President Cheng for you. She will accompany you throughout the entire party tonight.”

Someone behind Cheng Jiqing reminded her.

“…?” What surprise?

Almost simultaneously, the sound of a car braking and pulling up echoed to Cheng Jiqing’s right.

She instinctively turned her head.

Bai Xin, dressed in an off-white formal gown, stepped out of the car. The moment Cheng Jiqing looked over, Bai Xin’s gaze also swept towards her and Qin Yufu.

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The author has something to say:

Little Cheng: What surprise? Oh my, what a surprise your sister¹⁹!

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