After Transmigrating as a Scumbag Alpha, I Marked the Crazy Hotshot – Chapter 9

You come too

Beicheng welcomed a small typhoon; because of this, the temperature dropped to a comfortable level for the human body.

Cheng Jiqing had been lying low in the mansion for several days, and her body had received a good rest. Although she was in the mansion, it wasn’t as if she had no information at all.

At the very least, she knew that the balance on the original host’s phone was only nine kuai, two mao, and eight fen¹. In a world without Pinduodao², even buying a pair of straw sandals³ would be difficult.

Cheng Jiqing wondered, just how deep was the grudge, how great the resentment, that the original host absolutely had to throw a tantrum with her older sister?

She hadn’t figured it out yet, nor could she act rashly. Mainly, the memory fragments the original host gave her constantly reminded her—her grievances with Cheng Jing could absolutely never be reconciled.

Therefore, every time she thought about moving towards reconciliation, her heart was always held back.

However, as for money, she wasn’t too worried.

The original host’s wardrobe contained many designer bags, unopened, limited editions…

As long as she had money in hand, she still had opportunities to make more money.

Nowadays, which actors or celebrities only act and take endorsements without engaging in side businesses? In her original world, she had achieved some small success in stock trading and investments. These past two days, she had already identified a promising A-share⁴.

Moreover, once she had rested enough and dealt with the threat from Bai Xin’s side, she could go back to filming.

Cheng Jiqing lay under the huge shade canopy in the garden. As she thought, she looked up at the pattern on the canopy above, unsure of the variety—yet it made her think of peach blossoms.

Naturally, the name ‘Bai Xin’ appeared in her mind.

Then she shook her head.

She had clearly told Bai Xin that Cheng Jing would also be at the 6:30 cocktail party today. Given the current situation, it was best not to go if possible, but Bai Xin had actually replied to her: 【I will go.】

She should have known long ago that this person wouldn’t listen.

Cheng Jiqing sat up straight and picked up a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. The nickname fans gave her, ‘Cheng Cheng’⁵, wasn’t just because of her surname, but also because she liked eating oranges.

She hadn’t experienced many of these comfortable, leisurely days. What cocktail party, what Cheng Jing, Bai Xin, what Qin Yufu—she couldn’t control them anyway.

If they wanted to go, let them go. Whoever loved to go could go. This kind of Asura field⁶ had nothing to do with her anyway; she wouldn’t participate.

She wasn’t going.

Cheng Jiqing made up her mind, chopping nails and severing iron⁷.

Cheng Jiqing glanced at the time. It was now Saturday afternoon, a little past two. She hadn’t even realized herself that she had checked the time quite a few times today.

When she did realize, Cheng Jiqing thought it was probably because Song Ling had told her this morning she would come over around one o’clock.

She was a very punctual person; she didn’t like being late.

Her thoughts wandered aimlessly.

“Ah—Are you looking to die? Let go of me!”

Suddenly, a cry of pain mixed with cursing came from behind her.

Cheng Jiqing turned around and saw Yu Lan gripping a girl’s wrist, her expression indifferent. Surprised, she immediately guessed that the girl whose hand was being squeezed was Song Ling.

By the time she stood up, Yu Lan had already let go.

Song Ling dropped the thing in her hand and swung a slap across, giving Cheng Jiqing no chance to intervene.

“Song Ling!”

After hitting the person, Song Ling’s expression clearly faltered for a moment, especially with Cheng Jiqing calling her name just now. She had never felt it before, but Cheng Jiqing had such an intimidating side. There was an indescribable sense of deterrence.

The stunned emotion vanished in an instant.

Just now, her attention had been entirely on Cheng Jiqing. To suddenly be grabbed with such force, how could she not be angry?!

“What? She grabbed me so hard it hurt!” Song Ling didn’t think she had done anything wrong.

“Are you okay?” Cheng Jiqing stepped forward to look at Yu Lan’s face.

Yu Lan’s skin wasn’t particularly fair, but a faint handprint was still visible.

Yu Lan lowered her eyes; even at a time like this, the expression on her face didn’t loosen. It was as if that slap hadn’t landed on her face at all.

“Sorry, I didn’t see clearly.”

Cheng Jiqing glanced at the ground. What Song Ling had just thrown was a red-black rose. Judging by the earlier gesture, Yu Lan probably thought Song Ling intended to hit her with something.

It was a conditioned reflex.

“Go get an ice pack and apply it first,” Cheng Jiqing said.

Song Ling watched the Alpha’s straight back, snorted, walked over to a chair in her high heels, sat down, and puffed out her cheeks angrily: “What kind of bodyguard is this new one of yours? Just fire her.”

Song Ling was also an Alpha, and the only female Alpha in the Song family, the youngest sister. Doted on since childhood, she had never been treated so roughly by anyone.

Cheng Jiqing said: “You were making sneaky moves behind my back; who else would she grab but you?”

Song Ling frowned: “Was I going to hit you with a rock? Look, my hand is red!”

“She didn’t know what was in your hand either.”

Song Ling became dissatisfied: “Why are you speaking up for a bodyguard? Is she more important or am I more important? I’m your friend, okay?”

Song Ling was 20 this year, with a delicately carved baby face. All her thoughts were written on her face. Perhaps because of this, her arrogance, bossiness, and dramatic behavior weren’t quite so detestable.

At another time, perhaps Cheng Jiqing wouldn’t mind acting as an annoying ‘senior’, telling Song Ling this was wrong.

But today, she didn’t have that impulse. Her thoughts were very scattered, always drifting elsewhere.

Like the cocktail party.

Song Ling didn’t often come here to find Cheng Jiqing because she disliked Cheng Jing.

“Are you really not going to the cocktail party tonight?” Song Ling’s anger subsided. Remembering the purpose of her visit, she took the drink handed over by a servant and said: “Come with me, I think there’s going to be a fight on the floor today.”

“…” Cheng Jiqing said: “If I’m not mistaken, that’s a cocktail party hosted by your family.”

Taking a step back, these families were still business entities. The cocktail party was still commercial in nature. Losing face was possible, but a physical fight was certainly unlikely.

“It’s fine, my dad said he also wants to watch… no.” Song Ling shut her mouth for two seconds.

Cheng Jiqing looked at her in silence: “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that. Come on, give me another line.”

Song Ling licked her lips: “It’s like this, my dad temporarily added a dozen security guards today, not allowing a single media person to sneak in, just afraid that your families will cause an ugly scene. It’s so interesting, aren’t you going?”

Cheng Jiqing: “…”

If she hadn’t said that last sentence, it would have been perfect.

She wasn’t going.

“Really not going?”

Cheng Jiqing shook her head, lazily lying back down: “Not going.”

Song Ling felt it was boring, lay down on the chair next to Cheng Jiqing, and grumbled about leaving.

Cheng Jiqing glanced at the weather outside, took out her phone. No need to scroll up; the chat history with Bai Xin was separated by date.

The day before yesterday.

【If Cheng Jing goes, she will definitely give you attitude. Do you want to reconsider?】

She was even worried Cheng Jing would target Bai Xin, based on her recent interactions with Cheng Jing.

【I will go.】

No room for further persuasion.

Yesterday.

【If you go, be careful of Zeng Lu. The inducer is related to her.】

Bai Xin’s reply came in the early morning; her schedule seemed very irregular: 【Zeng Lu?】

【The Zeng Lu from Jiali Mansion.】

These past two days, she had originally planned to find Zeng Lu to see if she could get any information about the inducer. However, Zeng Lu wasn’t in Beicheng and would only return tonight. It sounded like she would go directly to the cocktail party tonight.

That’s why she had reminded Bai Xin.

This cocktail party seemed to be attracting everyone who should and shouldn’t go.

Cheng Jiqing realized she was worrying. Without much hesitation, she decided to send Bai Xin one last message.

【Listen to me, let’s not go today.】

Song Ling had a point; the appearance of Cheng Jing, Bai Xin, and Qin Yufu together spelled trouble. To be precise, she believed Bai Xin would suffer a loss.

Suffering a loss meant the risk of blackening.

The ultimate target of the butterfly effect, wouldn’t that be her?

The phone buzzed. Bai Xin actually replied quickly this time. She opened it—

【So worried? Why don’t you come too?】

The moment Cheng Jiqing saw the first sentence, her heart skipped a beat in fright. It surely wasn’t meant literally. But she still imagined Bai Xin glancing at her with those rippling peach blossom eyes—the corners of her eyes tinged with the red of allure and fragility, her gaze somewhat cold, yet her pear dimples⁸ were enticing.

Soft.

Yet spirited.

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The author has something to say:

Little Cheng: Let’s just say, it seems like going isn’t entirely out of the question.

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