A Scummy Alpha and An Award-Winning Omega Actress Fell in Love After an Arranged Marriage - Chapter 67 

Just as Sheng Lan thought Lu Xueyin was getting shy perhaps using the “Meeting in Bed” as a cheeky euphemism for some spicy adult fun Lu Xueyin promptly took her to school.

Specifically, she gave her a lecture titled: “Essential Marking Knowledge Every Alpha Should Know.”

In today’s world, sharing tips on biological harmony is practically a cheat code for social media traffic. Many people aren’t shy about sharing how to make their partners comfortable; it’s not just a testament to one’s capability, but a way to gain psychological satisfaction. This trend has even birthed formal courses.

Yu Cheng, for instance, once spent 6,888 yuan on a “Practical Skills Bootcamp.” She expected to see beautiful Omega staff members for guidance; even if she didn’t actually bite their necks, it would be nice eye candy. Instead, everyone was handed a slab of raw pork with skin still on. The middle-aged, balding instructor told them to visualize the pork as an enticing scent-filled gland.

Yu Cheng had steeled herself, closed her eyes, and bitten down with all her might. Only then did she realize it was actually a pastry made to look like pork. Because she was inexperienced and didn’t want to be laughed at for not being able to “break the skin,” she had applied far too much force. While other students left varying teeth marks, she bit off a massive chunk. She couldn’t spit it out, couldn’t swallow it, and was given a humiliating score of -60, becoming the legendary joke the instructor told every new class.

Until today, that was the funniest story Sheng Lan knew. After today, it wasn’t funny anymore because her marking skills had officially been graded as “failing” by her own wife.

“Why can you discuss this with such a straight face?” Sheng Lan asked, looking resentful over the video call. Lu Xueyin stared directly into the lens, her expression as calm as if she were reading a script. “So, I don’t get treated like a piece of duck neck again. I’m not saying you’re crude; I’m saying there’s room for improvement.”

Sheng Lan stared at the links Lu Xueyin was sending her, feeling her soul leave her body. Specifically, the last one: Pure Alpha Practical Training Camp, Enroll Now! New One-on-One Online Coaching. Private, Convenient, Professional…

It was the exact same class Yu Cheng had taken!

Sheng Lan swore she would never enroll, but she still dutifully (and awkwardly) bookmarked every link Lu Xueyin shared. That night, she couldn’t sleep. She tossed and turned in the dark, peeking at the links on her glowing phone, muttering to herself: “Did I not provide comfort? I even tried to distract her!” “What do they mean by ‘rushed and tactless’? As if I don’t know how to touch or lick…”

The next morning, Sheng Lan stared at the ceiling for three minutes before she could distinguish reality from her dreams (which had involved Lu Xueyin telling her, “It’s okay, I have plenty of experience being a duck neck”).

Being a woman of action, she immediately sent a “consultation fee” to her most tight-lipped doctor friend, Meng Chan. “Is this bootcamp legit?” Sheng Lan asked, attaching the link. Meng Chan replied with a voice note of hysterical laughter. “Isn’t this the IQ tax Yu Cheng paid? Why? Are you signing up?”

Sheng Lan immediately threw Meng Qing under the bus, claiming she was asking for a friend. Later, she cornered her manager, Liang Jiao, and finally shed her pride to ask for “practical research materials” on Alpha-Omega markings. Liang Jiao nearly choked on her tea. “Understood. I’ll have Xiao Tao interview some experienced Alphas and maybe find a ‘middleman’ to ask questions for you. It’ll cost extra, though.”

The day of their date finally arrived. Sheng Lan had dyed her hair a bold, striking platinum blonde even more eye-catching than her previous pink. She had done a special “disguise makeup” to soften her sharp features and wore a cropped tee with loose jeans, looking like a cool dance trainee.

Lu Xueyin wore a gentle, square-neck floral dress in shades of mint and cream tender yet bright.

They met at the supermarket near Lu Xueyin’s new home. Lu Xueyin’s eyes lingered on the new hair color. “Can you get used to it?” Sheng Lan teased. “You’re beautiful. There’s nothing to get used to,” Lu Xueyin replied with a devastatingly sincere “straight ball.”

Inside the store, Sheng Lan switched to “Chef Mode,” pulling Lu Xueyin through the produce and meat sections. “You have to pick greens with firm leaves,” Sheng Lan lectured. “And for the ribs, get the ones with soft cartilage; the soup will be fresher…”

Sheng Lan continued her lecture while subtly guiding Lu Xueyin toward the seasoning aisle. The light was dimmer there, and the tall shelves offered a nice shield from public view. She turned, bracing her hands on the shelf and trapping Lu Xueyin in front of her. Her platinum blonde hair fell forward as she looked down with a dangerous smile.

“Sister, we don’t have a meeting today. Once we get home, do you want to drink the pork rib soup first or do you want to check the ‘homework’ I’ve been doing on my marking technique?”

In the aisles of the nighttime supermarket, Sheng Lan continued her “lectures,” explaining the subtle differences between brands of soy sauce and recommending her favorite savory pastes.

Because they weren’t exactly moving with clinical speed, they were eventually spotted. A few fans approached them, and they spent a moment posing for photos and signing autographs. Before a digital “flash mob” could form from social media tips, they managed to finish their shopping and head to the checkout.

Sheng Lan’s gaze lingered on the shelves near the register.

Lu Xueyin followed her line of sight, saw the finger sleeves, and immediately felt her face heat up. She gave Sheng Lan a firm nudge.

“You want me to buy some?” Sheng Lan asked, her voice brimming with feigned innocence.

Lu Xueyin glared at her.

“Ah, you want the value pack?” Sheng Lan guessed, deliberately getting it wrong.

Lu Xueyin made a move to walk out first, but Sheng Lan reached out and caught her by the wrist, gently pulling her back. In public, it was an action that was intimate enough to be meaningful but casual enough to avoid a scandal. Lu Xueyin finally quieted down and waited.

By the time they returned home, it was past 8:00 PM.

Lu Xueyin had already decided on the menu. She craved a fish soup—the kind simmered with tofu until it turned milky white and tasted naturally sweet. Everything else was up to Sheng Lan.

Sheng Lan decided to keep it simple: the soup and a quick stir-fry of seasonal greens. She handled the fish with practiced ease—a quick tap to the back of the knife, followed by a fluid motion of scaling and gutting.

Lu Xueyin took over washing the vegetables and organizing the fridge. She had to admit, there was something magnetic about Sheng Lan in the kitchen. It was far more charming than when she was trying to act “cool” for the cameras.

As Lu Xueyin moved behind Sheng Lan to put things away, her eyes kept drifting. Sheng Lan hadn’t asked for help with her apron today, but the way it fit made Lu Xueyin’s palms itch. The cropped tee exposed a sliver of waist that the thin apron strings couldn’t quite cover, and the loose jeans emphasized a surprisingly shapely silhouette.

Why am I staring at her waist and hips? Lu Xueyin wondered, slightly annoyed with herself. I’ve seen her from behind a thousand times… why is it different now?

Once everything was prepped, the atmosphere shifted. The small kitchen felt significantly smaller. As Sheng Lan covered the pot to let the soup simmer, she turned and leaned against the counter, looking at Lu Xueyin.

The temperature in the room seemed to spike. Before Sheng Lan could even open her mouth, Lu Xueyin blurted out, “It’s too hot in here,” and bolted to find the AC remote.

Sheng Lan raised an eyebrow. I was being perfectly well-behaved, she thought. I haven’t even done anything! (Of course, having been teased about her marking skills only two days ago, she wasn’t exactly in a rush to try anything just yet.)

Dinner was a quiet success. Lu Xueyin skipped the rice, focusing entirely on the milky fish soup and the bright, crispy greens.

“I’m going to see Mom at the nursing home tomorrow,” Sheng Lan mentioned between bites. “Do you want to go together?”

Lu Xueyin blinked, momentarily confused before remembering. “I was planning to go tomorrow, too.”

Sheng Lan wanted to see Wei Wan one last time before heading out of town for her schedule. Seeing Lu Xueyin so content over a simple bowl of soup made Sheng Lan smile, but a pang of heartache followed. She knew how much Wei Wan’s approval and happiness meant to Lu Xueyin. She reached out and promised, “I’ll make this for you again soon.”

That night, Sheng Lan was surprisingly “law-abiding.” After washing up and changing into one of Lu Xueyin’s nightgowns, she climbed into bed and held Lu Xueyin like a giant body pillow, nothing more.

The sudden change in pace made Lu Xueyin uneasy. She whispered into the dark, “Are you angry?”

Sheng Lan pulled her closer, tucking Lu Xueyin’s head under her chin. “Why would you think that? I can be serious occasionally.”

“Maybe the timing is just bad,” Lu Xueyin muttered. She had just compared Sheng Lan to a duck-neck eater, and now the Alpha wouldn’t touch her.

“I’m just saving up my ‘experience points,'” Sheng Lan admitted with a chuckle. “Plus, I’m leaving for a few days soon. I’m already starting to miss you.”

Lu Xueyin didn’t see the big deal. “It’s for work. It’s not like you aren’t coming back.” She was used to being on set for six months or a year at a time; she once practically vanished for eighteen months for a historical drama.

“I don’t know if you’re just heartless or if you’ve truly never felt the ‘pain of longing’ before,” Sheng Lan sighed.

“This is just normal,” Lu Xueyin insisted. To her, the exaggerated pining she saw in scripts, unable to eat or sleep after a day apart was always a bit much.

Sheng Lan decided that if Lu Xueyin wanted to be a “cool professional,” she would have to play the “clingy Alpha.” She buried her face in Lu Xueyin’s neck, utilizing every vocal trick she had learned to make her voice sound soft and pleading.

“Sister, oh sister… you have to pay attention to me.” “One call a day isn’t enough. Can we do video calls so I can see you?” “It’s dangerous for an Alpha out there alone. Can I send you a ‘safety check’ video every day?”

Lu Xueyin was used to her thick skin, but this level of shamelessness still made her blush. Sheng Lan cycled through every nickname from Teacher Lu to Xiao Xue before dropping the big one: “Wife.”

Eventually, Sheng Lan’s enthusiastic nuzzling landed her face-first into Lu Xueyin’s chest. Both of them froze for a second. Sheng Lan pulled back slightly, but then, deciding to double down on her “tantrum,” she dove back into the softness, refusing to leave until Lu Xueyin agreed to the daily video calls.

Worn down and flustered, Lu Xueyin finally nodded.

Sheng Lan, now slightly sweaty from the effort, settled back into a normal sleeping position. She generously offered her arm for Lu Xueyin to use as a pillow. “Fair is fair. Your turn to nuzzle if you want.”

Lu Xueyin closed her eyes, feigning sleep. But after Sheng Lan turned off the light, she slowly, tentatively shuffled closer, finding that perfect spot against Sheng Lan’s side, breathing in the faint, warm scent of tequila as she drifted off.

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