A Scummy Alpha and An Award-Winning Omega Actress Fell in Love After an Arranged Marriage - Chapter 14

Lu Xueyin instinctively glanced at the camera.

Sheng Lan, ever the social butterfly, settled onto the sofa by the window, thoroughly immersed in her acting. She casually reassured Lu Xueyin, “Don’t worry, the camera’s covered. Whether we kiss or not, they won’t see a thing.”

Just as Lu Xueyin began to relax, Sheng Lan’s next words sent tension surging back through her.

“By the same logic, even if we really do kiss, they still won’t see it.”

This phase was all about voting, and prime-time TV slots were peak traffic hours.

With just a few lines from Sheng Lan, the heat in their black-screen livestream skyrocketed.

They didn’t even need to buy trending tags—both their fanbases and casual viewers of the show effortlessly pushed them onto the hot search list.

Strangely enough, it wasn’t Sheng Lan’s bold remarks that made it.

Instead, it was a bland-sounding hashtag featuring both their names with “CP chemistry” tacked on something that, at a glance, hardly sparked any curiosity.

The only reason people clicked was due to their massive fanbases and strong public appeal.

And once they clicked, they couldn’t leave.

Sheng Lan’s fans loved to roast her, but they also genuinely adored her. If she wanted CP fan edits, they made them. If she wanted a Super Topic, they created one.

While her fans were busy boosting engagement, Lu Xueyin’s fans refused to be outdone both sides aggressively promoted their pairing, only to be called out for peddling Fake Recommendations and Artificial Sweetness. The accompanying post under the trending tag read:

[TheWindIsStrongUpHere @LuXueyin, what do you mean ‘no CP chemistry’? Even Artificial Sweetness comes in adult flavors [Heart][Heart] Adults don’t ‘test-date’ they just stick together~]

Time was tight, so they first spammed “adult flavors” with audio clips, then transcribed Sheng Lan’s words into text.

As the hashtag climbed, swarms of curious onlookers flooded the livestream.

The two inside the room remained blissfully unaware.

Sheng Lan pointed to the seat across from her. “Sis, now we can chat freely.”

Lu Xueyin didn’t move.

Sheng Lan’s tone was lazy, slipping back into her specialty lowering her voice to a husky murmur, as if whispering right into Lu Xueyin’s ear. “Or would you rather take a shower first?”

With only audio to go on and their established beauty amplifying the voyeuristic thrill, the black-screen setting made everything feel intensely private.

The newcomers, all there for the “adult-flavored Artificial Sweetness,” quickly got swept up in the atmosphere, their imaginations running wild.

Scrolling Comments began firing off in real time.

In an oddly timed twist, many started cursing Ji Xinlan.

They argued that if not for her interference, Sheng Lan’s bold mouth alone would’ve made her far more popular than her current goofy persona.

She’d have at least eight or ten CP ships by now.

Sheng Lan’s fans were moved to tears.

They furiously liked every single comment.

Meanwhile, their beloved Sheng Lan was still hard at work as the queen of bold remarks, determined to tear up the script of innocent romance and fast-forward straight to the late-night passion segment.

“Give me some reaction, will you? If you stay silent, they’ll think I’m forcing a kiss on you.”

Lu Xueyin had debuted earlier than Sheng Lan and considered herself well-seasoned, but this was a scene she’d never encountered.

Her biggest regret right now? Never finishing that variety show episode where Sheng Lan shattered her public persona. She had no idea how to handle Sheng Lan’s unpredictable antics.

At the same time, her instincts told her exactly what to do.

Sheng Lan wasn’t actually interested in her, this was just two people running lines.
No matter how provocative the words, nothing was happening.

Especially since Sheng Lan had given her a strong hint.

Her gaze was so intense it felt like she was mentally mapping out every inch of Lu Xueyin’s lips, the heat of it almost tangible despite the lack of contact.

Lu Xueyin knew why.

It was because of the lipstick mark left on the soup bowl.

She said, “Sorry about that, my lipstick smudged.”

Sheng Lan was quite pleased. “Interview time, what’s the shade called?”

Lu Xueyin walked toward her, carrying two bottles of mineral water from the room.

She was competitive by nature.

Having lost the upper hand, she sought to reclaim the momentum.

Opening one bottle, she took a small sip.

The faint sound of water was audible near the recording equipment.

In this ambiguous atmosphere, where vision was absent and only sounds could be heard, the noise naturally conjured vivid imagery, inviting wild imagination.

Just like her preference for wearing slip nightgowns, Lu Xueyin revealed a second habit in front of Sheng Lan, she disliked wearing slippers.

When her jade-white toes pressed down, they didn’t sink into the plush, soft carpet fibers but instead stoked the smoldering desire in Sheng Lan’s heart.

The flames grew fiercer with every step, reaching their peak as Lu Xueyin stopped right before her.

To match her hair color, Sheng Lan still wore light pink contact lenses.

Yet the overwhelming possessiveness unique to an Alpha surged through them, landing squarely on Lu Xueyin’s face observing her provocatively green eyes and her fiery red lips.

As if the fire weren’t intense enough, Lu Xueyin poured oil onto it.

“Can’t you taste the shade?”

Sheng Lan’s gaze darkened.

Lu Xueyin placed both water bottles on the table, twirling a strand of hair around her finger.

The contrast of ink-black against porcelain skin was irresistibly alluring.

When she loosened her grip, breaths eased.

When she tightened it, breaths hitched.

As if under her control, Sheng Lan followed her lead, eyes tracking her every move.

Lu Xueyin sat across from Sheng Lan. “This lipstick is the same shade as yours.”

Clearly not fully immersed in the act, she treated it like rehearsing lines her actions and words disjointed. After settling into the single rattan chair, she adjusted her position, shifting the cushion from behind her back to her lap.

Unbothered by the fact that her long legs, wrapped in a pleated skirt, were fully exposed to Sheng Lan’s view with the glass table offering no concealment she even crossed them deliberately in front of her.

It was a posture of complete relaxation.

Sheng Lan understood.

This woman was once again implying she was a fake Alpha, giving herself a false sense of security.

Needing medication to function, to mark someone.

Without it, she could be dismissed as a decorative but useless pillow.

Sheng Lan reached out and tugged off Lu Xueyin’s white rose choker.

Lu Xueyin had already perfected her expression management, tailored for Sheng Lan’s eyes.

Even her surprise was conveyed with just a glance, without overplaying any other emotion.

Sheng Lan’s prediction failed.

The choker was purely an accessory.

Lu Xueyin wasn’t wearing an Inhibitor Collar; instead, she had a Suppression Patch on the back of her neck.

Flesh-toned and well-hidden, further obscured by the accessory and her hair, it was an excellent disguise.

Sheng Lan felt parched.

She drank water too.

Deliberately so.

She ignored the unopened bottle, picking up the one Lu Xueyin had sipped from.

Keeping her distance, she avoided touching the rim, tilting it slightly to pour the water into her mouth. Her words deliberately flirted with innuendo.

“Your water is so sweet, sister.”

Lu Xueyin couldn’t match her playfulness.

With no scripted line, she hesitated for two seconds before letting out a soft, measured gasp.

Sheng Lan laughed. “You’re really putting in the effort. We’ve done enough for the show, today’s votes are secured.”

Lu Xueyin exhaled in relief.

Sheng Lan stood, but Lu Xueyin made no move to see her out.

So, when Sheng Lan rounded the table in two steps, looming over her from above, Lu Xueyin’s eyes widened slightly.

Her wariness was faint, mostly replaced by confusion and bewilderment.

Sheng Lan leaned down.

Just before their lips could meet, she paused.

At this proximity, she could see her own reflection in Lu Xueyin’s eyes.

Alpha’s malice didn’t match the clarity of her eyes.

Sheng Lan had no will to live today, she just wanted to play with fire.

She said, “The performance is over. Is it too much to ask for a reward?”

Lu Xueyin instinctively pursed her lips.

Sheng Lan bypassed her lips and moved to her ear, whispering, “I told you, I won’t mark you, but that doesn’t mean I won’t bite.”

Those words struck straight into Lu Xueyin’s heart.

Sheng Lan bit the tip of her ear.

Heat spread like wildfire.

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