Movie: Get Alpha Dog at the start

Chapter 1554 You Can Walk Sideways Now

The next day, the morning sunlight streamed into the bedroom through the curtains.

Qin Hao lay on his side, propping his head up with one hand, watching Qiao Hailun, who was still fast asleep. Her eyelashes were long and slightly curled, fluttering gently with her breath. Her nostrils flared, and her lips were slightly pouting, like a lazy cat. A smile appeared on Qin Hao's lips as his gaze moved down from her face—the clothes scattered carelessly on the floor and the messy sheets were a testament to the fierce and prolonged battle of the previous night.

Although Qiao Hailun was inexperienced in many ways, she had one excellent quality: obedience. No matter what Qin Hao asked for, Qiao Hailun would try her best to fulfill it, sometimes even looking guilty for not being able to. Those pitiful little expressions of hers, whenever he thought about them, made him want to play with her.

Qin Hao's gaze fell on her bare shoulders. The blanket had slipped down to her waist, and several red marks were faintly visible below her collarbone. He stretched out his finger and gently drew circles on her shoulder.

Qiao Hailun's eyelashes trembled, and her breathing rhythm changed, but she didn't open her eyes and was still pretending to be asleep.

"The sun's already high in the sky, why aren't you getting up?" Qin Hao gently patted her bottom.

Knowing she'd been found out, Qiao Hailun could only yawn and pretend she'd just woken up. She rubbed her eyes and said in a soft, sweet voice, "Good morning, Mr. Qin."

Qin Hao said jokingly, "Still calling me President Qin?"

Qiao Hailun was stunned for a moment, then blushed. She lowered her head, not daring to meet Qin Hao's gaze, and spoke as softly as a mosquito's buzz.

"...Brother Hao."

Qin Hao chuckled, "What's there to be shy about now that things are like this?"

"Oh, you're so annoying, you just love to bully me," Qiao Hailun said playfully, reaching out to lightly punch his chest, the force as light as a tickle.

Qin Hao laughed heartily. For some reason, seeing Qiao Hailun's shy appearance inexplicably aroused a desire to conquer her. He reached out and pulled her closer to his waist. Qiao Hailun obediently leaned in, her face pressed against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.

"Oh no!" Qiao Hailun suddenly remembered something, jumped up from his arms, and looked around: "What time is it? I have to go to work!"

She quickly looked for her phone, rummaging through the bedside table but finding it nowhere. She then lifted the covers, but it wasn't under the pillow either. Finally, she found it among the clothes scattered on the floor and pressed the power button—the screen went completely black; it was dead.

"Oh no, oh no..." she muttered to herself, frantically trying to find a charger.

Qin Hao hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder: "Don't worry, I sent a message to Li Dongming and asked for leave for you."

Qiao Hailun stopped moving. She turned to look at Qin Hao: "Really?"

"Why would I lie to you?" Qin Hao nodded. "I sent it to you last night after you fell asleep. It said you weren't feeling well and needed to rest for a day."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Hailun immediately breathed a sigh of relief, her whole body went limp, and she leaned against him. Qin Hao couldn't help but find her nervous appearance amusing.

"Even if you didn't ask for leave, it's just one day of absence. Is it really that big of a deal?"

"How could it not be?" Qiao Hailun said with a bitter face. "Our company is laying off staff recently, and any mistake will be magnified infinitely. I might lose my job because of this."

"Don't worry, even if you miss a day of work, Li Dongming won't fire you." Qin Hao's fingers roamed over Qiao Hailun's body, feeling her smooth skin. Her skin was very white and tender, like the finest silk. His fingers left a faint mark as they passed over her skin, which quickly bounced back.

Qiao Hailun's breathing gradually became rapid. She bit her lip, her cheeks flushed, and her body trembled slightly. But she didn't stop Qin Hao's actions, partly because she was afraid of displeasing him, and partly because she actually enjoyed this tenderness. She closed her eyes, leaned against him, and let his fingers wander over her body.

It wasn't until Qin Hao's hand reached down, as if he were about to turn the tables again, that Qiao Hailun blushed and begged for mercy: "Please... let me rest for a day, please."

She looked up, her eyes misty with tears, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her lips pouting, a mixture of grievance and pleading in them. Seeing Qiao Hailun's shy yet pleading gaze, Qin Hao's heart softened.

"But what about it?" He looked down at it.

Helen followed his gaze downwards, her face flushing instantly. She hesitated for a few seconds, biting her lip, as if making a difficult decision. In the end, she could only turn her head and bury her face in the blankets.

Qin Hao leaned against the headboard and gently stroked her hair. Her hair was soft and smooth, flowing through his fingers.

Fifteen minutes later, Qiao Hailun crawled out of bed, covered her mouth, and ran to the bathroom. Her back view was both disheveled and adorable. Qin Hao got up with satisfaction, leaned against the headboard, and picked up his phone to check his messages.

After Qiao Hailun finished washing up and came out of the bathroom, she found that her clothes were no longer wearable. When he had ripped the dress off her the night before, two buttons had popped off, and the hem was torn. Holding the dress, she stood in the bedroom doorway, stamping her foot and scolding, "Why did you have to tear my clothes like that?"

Qin Hao lay on the bed with his hands behind his head and said with a wicked smile, "Who told you to wear so many clothes? It's such a hassle to take them off."

"Besides, who picked out these clothes for you? They're so conservative, it's a waste of your great figure."

Qiao Hailun pursed her lips, lowered her head, and said softly, "I'm used to it. I've been more developed than other girls since junior high school, and I always get strange looks. So I can only wear more clothes and cover myself up."

Qin Hao looked at her profile. The morning light shone on her face, and her expression was calm, but there was a hint of loneliness in her eyes.

He slapped his thigh: "Come here."

Qiao Hailun walked over obediently and sat down beside him. Qin Hao reached out and pulled her, and she leaned into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"What era are we living in? Still so feudal." Qin Hao pinched her cheek. "None of these clothes fit you. I'll take you to buy some clothes that fit later."

"Oh." Helen nodded, then suddenly remembered something: "But what do we do now? I have no clothes to wear."

Qin Hao smiled and said, "That's easy. I'll make a call."

He picked up his phone from the bedside table, found a number, and dialed it. After the call connected, he paused, looking at Helen.

What are your measurements?

Qiao Hailun blushed, lowered her head, and whispered three numbers. Qin Hao repeated them, and after confirming they were correct, he said "Deliver it as soon as possible" into the phone and hung up.

"That's it?" Qiao Hailun blinked, her face full of disbelief.

"Yes, someone will be delivering the clothes soon."

Helen still couldn't believe it.

Qin Hao chuckled: "Some big brands offer home delivery services, but only for high-end customers. Once you spend a certain amount at the store, they'll add you to their VIP list. If you need any clothes, just give them a call, and they'll deliver them to you for you to try on."

Qiao Hailun sighed, realizing that poverty had indeed limited her imagination. At the same time, she was very curious about how much Qin Hao had spent to afford this service. She thought for a moment and tentatively asked, "How much do you spend a year with those brands?"

Qin Hao thought for a moment: "I haven't calculated it. Several hundred thousand, maybe more."

Helen clicked her tongue and didn't ask any more questions.

"Wear my shirt first." Qin Hao took a white shirt out of the closet and handed it to her: "I'll order takeout, we can eat while we wait."

"Oh." Qiao Hailun took the shirt and put it on. The shirt was too big, the hem covering her thighs, and the sleeves were too long; she had to roll them up twice to reveal her fingers. She buttoned it up and walked out of the room.

The spacious living room, with its large floor-to-ceiling windows and abundant sunlight, was a sight to behold. Helen Qiao stood in the center of the living room, somewhat dazed.

Since arriving in Guangzhou, she has been living in a self-built house in an urban village to save money. These self-built houses in Guangzhou have a vivid name – "hand-in-hand buildings." As the name suggests, you can practically hold hands with the opposite building just by sticking your hand out of the window. There is almost no natural light, and you have to turn on the lights even during the day. What's worse is that during the rainy season, water seeps out of the walls and floors, and the musty smell is so strong that even air purifiers can't get rid of it.

This spacious apartment is practically Qiao Hailun's dream home. Not only is it large, but the natural light is also unbeatable. Floor-to-ceiling windows offer panoramic views of the Pearl River and the Canton Tower, with clear blue skies and white clouds stretching out before you. Sunlight streams onto the floor, making the entire living room bright, warm, and inviting.

She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, stretched lazily, and looked languid. Sunlight shone on her, revealing the faint outline of her white shirt, but she was completely unaware.

"You like it?" Qin Hao's voice came from behind.

Helen turned around and nodded. "Mm."

"If you like it, you can have it." Qin Hao walked over and stood next to her. "You've been paying social security for three years, right?"

Qiao Hailun was stunned, staring at Qin Hao in disbelief. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't utter a word. Her mind was buzzing, as if something had exploded.

Qin Hao chuckled. "What? You don't believe me?"

Qiao Hailun waved her hands repeatedly, her eyes reddening. "No...no. But this house must be very expensive, I..."

"Actually, it's alright." Qin Hao leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, his tone as casual as if he were saying the weather was nice today: "The original owner of this house spent more than 20 million yuan to buy it, and several million more on renovations, so it came to about 30 million yuan. Later, he had trouble with cash flow, so he mortgaged the house to a private lender, but couldn't pay it back. Just then, I was planning to buy a house, so I bought it for 12 million yuan."

He paused for a moment, then added, "But house prices have dropped quite a bit now, so it's not exactly a bargain. It's still okay for me to live in myself."

Qiao Hailun was speechless. This was passable? What about where she used to live? A rat hole? She bit her lip and shook her head.

"Let's forget it, it's over ten million..." Her tone was full of a sense of unworthiness.

Qin Hao reached out and pulled her into his arms. Qiao Hailun didn't struggle, obediently leaning against his chest. He looked down at her; her eyelashes drooped, casting a shadow on her face.

“You don’t need to worry about the money.” His voice was soft but serious: “Just tell me if I can transfer the property if I haven’t paid social security for three years.”

Helen Qiao looked up and met his gaze: "It's been three years... but—"

Before Qiao Hailun could finish speaking, Qin Hao sealed her lips with his.

The kiss was gentle, unlike the domineering one from last night. It was delicate and slow, as if savoring something precious. Helen closed her eyes, placed her hands on his shoulders, and stood on tiptoe. Sunlight streamed in through the French windows, casting long, overlapping shadows of the two of them.

After what seemed like an eternity, Qiao Hailun was finally released, still feeling suffocated. She gasped for breath, her cheeks flushed and her lips slightly red.

"There are no 'buts'." Qin Hao cupped her face, his thumb gently tracing the corner of her lips. "Once you're my woman, you have to be obedient, understand?"

Instantly, Qiao Hailun's eyes reddened. She bit her lip, trying hard not to let the tears fall, but she couldn't hold them back. Tears rolled down, dripping onto Qin Hao's hand.

She felt lightheaded, as if she were dreaming. Was this really a house she could own? Before today, she wouldn't have dared to even dream of renting such a house, let alone owning one.

And now, someone has told her that this 30 million yuan house is a gift to her.

Just as Qiao Hailun was lost in her emotions, the doorbell rang, pulling her back to reality. Startled, she rushed back to her room—she was only wearing a white shirt, completely naked. If anyone saw her like that, she'd be doomed.

Qin Hao chuckled at Qiao Hailun's flustered expression. He walked to the door and opened it. A female shop assistant in uniform stood outside, pushing a luggage rack—the kind used in hotels—covered with plastic film to keep out dust. Through the transparent plastic film, several sets of women's clothing could be seen hanging inside.

"Leave them all." Qin Hao took out his credit card from his pocket and handed it over.

"Okay, Mr. Qin." The female clerk took the card, swiped it, and handed it back.

Qin Hao pushed the shelf into the living room and closed the door. The sound of the door locking outside rang out, and Qiao Hailun cautiously peeked out from the bedroom.

"This is... Chanel?" She stared wide-eyed at the clothes inside the plastic wrap.

"Try them on, and if they don't fit, go to the store to exchange them." Qin Hao unzipped the plastic film and took out the clothes one by one. Dresses, skirts, shirts, and coats—each piece was neatly hung on a hanger.

Qiao Hailun instinctively wanted to take the clothes back to her room to change, but Qin Hao grabbed her arm.

"Change here."

Helen's face flushed red: "Isn't it...inappropriate here?"

Qin Hao didn't answer. He called out to the air, "Xiao Yi, close all the curtains in the living room."

"Okay." A gentle female voice came from the speakers.

Helen stared blankly as all the curtains in the living room slowly closed. The tracks of the electric curtains hummed softly as the heavy blackout fabric gradually closed, blocking out the sunlight bit by bit. As the last ray of light disappeared, the living room lights came on, casting a soft, warm glow into every corner.

"That's fine," Qin Hao said, spreading his hands.

Qiao Hailun hesitated for a moment, but finally obediently took off her white shirt. Her movements were slow, her fingers trembling slightly, as if she were doing something that required immense courage. Qin Hao leaned back on the sofa, looking at her profile. The light shone on her, outlining her exquisite curves.

She picked up the little black Chanel dress, slipped it on, and zipped it up. The dress fit perfectly, the waistline accentuated her figure beautifully. She turned to look at Qin Hao, a hint of expectation in her eyes.

Is it pretty?

Qin Hao stood up, walked up to her, and looked her up and down. Then he reached out and took the dress off her.

"What?" Helen was stunned.

"It looks good, though." Qin Hao tossed the dress aside and pulled her back into his arms. "But we don't need it now."

……

Helen didn't leave the house for the entire day.

The next morning, Qin Hao drove her to the Ruijing Consulting building. Looking up at the U8 parked on the side of the road, Qiao Hailun sat in the passenger seat, carrying her bag, gazing at the office buildings outside the window, still somewhat dazed.

What happened these past two days feels like a dream.

"We're here." Qin Hao unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to look at her.

Qiao Hailun snapped out of her daze and nodded: "Then I'll go up."

"Mmm." Qin Hao gently kissed her forehead. "I'll pick you up tonight."

Qiao Hailun blushed slightly, pushed open the car door, and got out. She stood by the roadside, watching the Yangwang U8 drive into the traffic and disappear around the street corner, before taking a deep breath and turning to walk into the office building.

She was alone in the elevator. She straightened her clothes in front of the mirror—today she was wearing the little black dress Qin Hao had ordered from the Chanel store, with a beige blazer over it, and nude high heels. The person in the mirror looked completely different from three days ago.

She took a deep breath and stepped out of the elevator.

As soon as she entered the company, she noticed that many more eyes were on her. Those eyes came from all directions—some curious, some envious, some jealous, and some scrutinizing. She lowered her head and quickly walked to her workstation.

The whispers behind me were like the buzzing of mosquitoes.

"Tsk tsk, she didn't come all day yesterday, guess what she did?"

"What else could a lone man and woman do?"

"By the way, did you guys notice? Helen is wearing Chanel's latest summer collection today! I saw that little black dress in a magazine; it costs 38,000!"

"It can't be fake, can it? There are tons of high-quality fakes on Taobao."

"Fake? You think you're the one buying counterfeit goods for your girlfriend? With President Qin's wealth, buying a Chanel set is like plucking a hair, a piece of cake."

"That's true. Do you think she and President Qin are really together?"

"Of course it's true! The day before yesterday, President Qin personally came to the company to pick her up, and President Xiao was serving her hand and foot. Didn't you see?"

"Tsk tsk, you really can't judge a book by its cover."

Just as everyone was discussing the matter, Xiao Yang walked out of the office with a dark expression. He stood in the middle of the corridor, his gaze sweeping over everyone, his voice icy.

"Are you all just sitting around doing nothing? If I hear you gossiping and spreading rumors again, you're all fired!"

Suddenly, the entire common office area fell silent. Everyone lowered their heads, pretending to be busy with their own work. The sound of keyboards started again, but much quieter than usual.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief only after Xiao Yang left. Although they didn't say anything openly, the WeChat group kept buzzing with messages, scrolling several times faster than usual.

As soon as Qiao Hailun sat down at her workstation, her colleague Sasha came over, winked at her, and whispered something.

"Helen, when you become successful in the future, please take care of your older sister."

Qiao Hailun smiled, her tone more casual than usual. After all, she was now considered a "rich woman" with a net worth of tens of millions.

"Sister Sasha, what are you talking about? I have the worst performance in the group, so you should be taking care of me, right?"

"Don't pretend with me." Sasha nudged her. "Your boyfriend is a major client of our company; he'll be able to do whatever he wants at work from now on—"

Before he could finish speaking, Tao Ling behind him let out a cold laugh.

"What's so great about it? Maybe President Qin is just playing around and will change his taste in a few days."

Qiao Hailun felt a surge of anger. She turned around and looked at Tao Ling: "Tao Ling, what are you saying?"

Tao Ling leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, a look of disdain on her face: "I'm just stating the facts. Some people, don't think that just because you've hooked up with a rich guy, you've transcended social classes. Rich people are shrewd; be careful you don't end up with nothing."

Just as Qiao Hailun was about to retort, she saw Li Dongming walk out of the office. He was wearing a dark gray suit, with a serious expression and a steady gait.

"Stop making a racket here so early in the morning." He stopped and looked at Tao Ling: "Tao Ling, do you think this is a vegetable market? You don't need to go to work anymore. Go talk to HR about your severance pay."

Tao Ling was stunned. Her eyes widened, her face full of indignation: "President Li, why am I being laid off? In terms of performance, Qiao Hailun should be the one who should be laid off, right?"

Immediately, the office area buzzed with discussion. Everyone looked up, their gazes shifting between Li Dongming and Tao Ling. Some were surprised, some gloated, and some seemed thoughtful.

Li Dongming's gaze was icy: "Shut up. You think you're qualified to talk to me about performance? The company has its own considerations. Pack your things right now, or not only will you not get a penny of compensation, I'll make sure you can never work in this industry again. You'll see if you don't believe me."

Tao Ling's face flushed crimson. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but upon meeting Li Dongming's cold eyes, she swallowed her words. She glared resentfully at Qiao Hailun and said through gritted teeth, "Let's see how long you can be so smug. We'll see!"

She stood up abruptly, her chair sliding backward and hitting the partition behind her with a screeching sound. She began tidying up the things on the table, her movements large and forceful, as if she were venting something.

Li Dongming turned around and walked up to Qiao Hailun. His expression softened, and his tone became gentle.

"Helen, don't feel guilty," he said softly. "Do a good job, I believe in you."

Qiao Hailun's mind didn't quite process what was happening, and she could only mechanically reply, "Thank you, Mr. Li."

"If you encounter any difficulties in the future, feel free to come to me anytime." Li Dongming nodded: "I will do my best to help you solve them."

After speaking, he turned and walked back to his office. The door closed, and the office area fell silent again. But beneath that silence, countless unseen undercurrents lurked.

Qiao Hailun sat at her workstation, staring at the computer screen, her mind blank. She remembered Qin Hao's words—"Don't worry, even if you skip a day, or even if you don't go to work at all, Li Dongming won't fire you." She had thought he was joking at the time, but now it seemed…

She suddenly had an absurd idea.

Can I really do whatever I want at the company from now on?

She lowered her head, a slight smile unconsciously creeping onto her lips. But she quickly suppressed it, because Tao Ling's words were still echoing in her mind—"Maybe President Qin is just playing around."

She bit her lip and stopped thinking about it.

Her phone vibrated. She picked it up and saw it was a message from Qin Hao.

"Have you arrived at the company?"

"We've arrived," she replied.

"Think about what to eat tonight."

Qiao Hailun looked at the line of text on the screen, and a warm feeling suddenly welled up in her heart. She typed a line, deleted it, typed it again, and deleted it again.

"I'm happy no matter what I eat, as long as I'm with you."

She put down her phone, took a deep breath, and began working on her tasks. The keyboard clicked softly and slowly, as if she were adjusting to a new rhythm.

The sunlight streamed through the window and fell warmly on her workstation.

She looked up at the beam of light and suddenly felt that the sunlight in this city didn't seem so glaring anymore. (End of Chapter)