A Scummy Alpha and An Award-Winning Omega Actress Fell in Love After an Arranged Marriage - Chapter 30.2

Of course, Lu Xueyin wasn’t interested.

She’d rather flip through the magazines and newspapers on the table.

But Sheng Lan? She was absolutely going to check.

The living room was the public livestream space, with fans from all sides watching.

The moment Sheng Lan got her hands on a phone, the Scrolling Comments were instantly flooded by her and Lu Xueyin’s fans.

[You’re such a dog! You’ve kept me on edge all day! I still can’t even eat!!]

[Did you just kiss her? Did you? Did you? I think I saw you kiss her!]

[New fan, huh? You must not be used to Artificial Sweetness yet.]

[Give it up, her lips were red from rubbing them with her fingers.]

A few more arguments, and the screen was filled with “exposed” and “cover blown.”

[Did you forget the livestream exists because you were having too much fun?]

[Beg us not to tell her now, and you might still have a chance.]

[If she gets mad and locks you out, won’t you fail tonight’s sleeping task?]

Sheng Lan glanced at Lu Xueyin. “I don’t think you guys understand her.”

Her fans burst into laughter.

[Sure, sure, you’re the only one in the world who gets her.]

[LMAO the way you’re so confident makes my fists clench.]

[Shanfengs, let’s crowdfund a crematorium just for her, single-use isn’t enough, she needs to be recycled and burned repeatedly to skip the cooldown!]

Lu Xueyin’s fans, of course, weren’t having it.

[You think our sister has no temper?!]

[Do you even realize how serious this is?]

[Ji Xinlan straight-up told her, and she still didn’t suspect you. How can you betray her trust like this?]

Sheng Lan’s eyes ached from reading.

She could tell they’d all been holding back all day.

She remained composed, exuding absolute confidence that Lu Xueyin wouldn’t be angry with her.

But her unshaken calm at this critical moment sparked another wave of speculation.

[Is this scripted? Did she already know Sheng Lan could ride horses?]

[Otherwise, how do you explain her confidence…?]

Sheng Lan’s way of feigning nervousness was to avoid engaging with the fans too much and simply return the phone to Meng Qing.

She asked Lu Xueyin if she was tired. “You can go rest in the room first. I’ll bring you dinner later if you want.”

The production team wouldn’t let them starve. The mini-games weren’t hard even if they slacked off, they’d at least get a diet meal. If that wasn’t enough, they could cook in the kitchen themselves.

Sheng Lan knew how to cook, and the ingredients there were free for her to use, a hidden perk for her and Lu Xueyin’s team.

Ji Xinlan butted in, “Sheng Lan, did you see the comments? Aren’t you scared?”

Sheng Lan ignored her.

Meng Qing nudged her arm, waggling her eyebrows as she typed a line on her phone for Sheng Lan to read.

[Got a way to smooth things over?]

Sheng Lan took the phone and typed back.

[Did you buy the hair dye?]

Meng Qing’s expression cracked.

What?

Dye her hair green to cheer someone up?

What kind of logic was that?

Lu Xueyin said she wasn’t in a hurry and would wait to go upstairs together.

The fans in the livestream, however, were frantic. The comments sped up, and many complained about lag.

The production team’s backend was flooded with feedback. Director Cheng checked the camera feed, the other couple, “Crystal Sugar CP,” were on their way back, so he sent the host over with the dinner task cards.

Anyone could see that tonight’s spotlight was entirely on Sheng Lan and Lu Xueyin.

The dinner mini-game was hastily designed, prioritizing speed over complexity to avoid dragging things out.

Before the “Crystal Sugar” couple arrived, the host brought in their phones.

Lu Xueyin’s phone was turned off, afraid that someone might send a message that would light up the screen and be seen by others. After getting her phone, she had to turn it on first.

For the fans, even this less-than-a-minute wait felt agonizing.

When it came to acting, Lu Xueyin was adept at controlling the pace.

This was her stage; she wouldn’t rush just because others were impatient.

She also ignored Sheng Lan’s occasional, seemingly casual glances in her direction, sticking to her own rhythm.

Just as the fans were losing patience, she unlocked her phone with her fingerprint and opened the social media app.

There were many messages waiting aside from Jiang Ling, there were also contacts from the industry.

Some were seniors, some peers she’d collaborated with, and others were directors or producers.

She didn’t read all the messages, focusing mainly on Jiang Ling’s.

Today’s trending topics were unusually numerous. Sheng Lan pretending not to know how to ride a horse was on par with the interaction Lu Xueyin had designed for the afternoon.

Only Sheng Lan’s later, self-initiated kisses twice had spawned two or three separate trending topics, keeping the spotlight firmly on her as everyone speculated whether the kisses were real.

No matter. She’d reclaim the spotlight tonight.

Here, she couldn’t reveal that she’d learned the truth.

So she waited until the “Crystal Sugar” couple returned, completed the dinner card draw, and Sheng Lan went to the kitchen to fetch their meals. Sitting bored in the living room, Lu Xueyin unlocked her phone, tapped into the livestream, and was momentarily dazzled by the flood of Scrolling Comments only then did her demeanor shift.

Her back straightened, her brows slightly furrowed.

A wealthy fan, testing the waters, had sent a shower of virtual stars.

From the color distribution on Lu Xueyin’s screen, it was clear she was now in the livestream.

Everyone, as if afraid she might miss it, sent streams of colorful banners across the public chat, succinct and desperate: “Sheng Lan can ride a horse!!! She lied to you!!!!”

Everyone expressed their anger differently.

Some would shout and scream, some would throw tantrums, some would tremble with rage, and others would smash things.

When Lu Xueyin was angry, she was silent, almost imperceptible.

Outwardly, nothing seemed to change she remained seated in the same posture, her expression cool and detached, her eyes unreadable.

But the aura around her had shifted, a chill palpable even through the screen.

With no dialogue, relying solely on her gaze and subtle movements, she conveyed her true emotions, drawing audiences everywhere into the moment.

This wasn’t the fiery, overt anger they’d expected.

Instead, it carried a loneliness of “the whole world is watching me play the fool.”

This feeling struck a chord, and the tone of the Scrolling Comments began to shift.

They claimed they weren’t there to mock her, thinking it was all part of the act.

They insisted they just wanted to see Sheng Lan exposed, nothing more.

Sheng Lan approached with the food box. “Sister, where would you like to eat?”

Lu Xueyin gripped her phone, her knuckles whitening.

She looked up at Sheng Lan and, quite “coincidentally,” glanced past her shoulder to briefly meet the camera’s lens behind her.

That icy detachment would be unbearable for anyone who cared about her.

Even though Sheng Lan knew it was an act, her heart twisted uncomfortably.

Time seemed to rewind to long ago, as if she’d returned to the day they’d met at the banquet.

The motion of brushing past each other slowed, Lu Xueyin’s gaze from different periods overlapping in Sheng Lan’s mind. Her shoulders burned as if scorched, the sensation sharp enough that she nearly dropped the food box.

Then Lu Xueyin walked past her again, deliberately grazing her shoulder.

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They didn’t explicitly state today’s performance was scripted, only using this gentle communication method to subtly hint to their fans.

Uninformed passersby were still anxiously asking: [What’s going on here? Was Lu Xueyin pressured by the production team? Forced to complete the mission card even if deceived? This is too cruel]

Fans who knew the truth couldn’t let the facts come out too quickly it would cause the hype to plummet. They urgently controlled the comments to steer the narrative.

[This is the punishment for tricking Sister!]

[She could’ve slept on the bed, but now she only gets a pink sleeping bag!]

[If you don’t coax Sister properly tonight, you can roll up your sleeping bag and leave!]

Sheng Lan’s fans jumped in.

[Roll Sister into the pink sleeping bag and take her back to Lanlan’s room!]

Fake fans joined in for fun.

[A strong wind blows the pink sleeping bag into the mountains!]

CP fans followed closely.

[Climb! The bed! Do it now! I want to see!]

[Climb it right in front of me! I love this!]

[Sister, climb with her! She climbs the bed, you climb the sleeping bag, I want to watch!]

In reality, Lu Xueyin didn’t see the scrolling comments.

There were two pillows on her bed. She took one, opened the door, and casually tossed it outside with one hand.

Her eyes clearly said: Look, here’s a pillow. I’d rather throw it away than give it to you.

As the pillow hit the ground, Sheng Lan smirked in her usual manner, her eyes glinting with danger and mischief.

“Thanks for the invitation.”

“Guess I’ll have to share your bed then.”

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