A Sweet Soft Alpha and a Psycho-Beauty Go Viral Online - Chapter 17

Once the puzzle-solving game began, both of them immediately turned serious.

As soon as the staff announced the first riddle, Qiao Sanghe reached out and gently traced the question onto Yu Wanyin’s back with her finger, carefully conveying every detail.

Yu Wanyin, who already shared an unusual level of tacit understanding with Qiao Sanghe, was especially sensitive to her touch. The moment they made contact, it felt like the rest of the world faded away. Her entire awareness narrowed to nothing but the sensation of Qiao Sanghe’s touch. As a result, every word and motion traced by Qiao Sanghe was clearly and vividly understood.

For the two of them, these puzzles hardly counted as challenges—they may as well have just written the answers directly. In under an hour, Yu Wanyin had solved every riddle with perfect accuracy.

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“I’m shocked. This might be the fastest anyone’s ever completed the decryption challenge on this show.”

“I just switched over from another team’s live stream… the contrast is crazy. Yu Wanyin and Qiao Sanghe are the perfect couple—so in sync!”

“They didn’t make a single mistake! So smart, the both of them.”

The third digit of the wristband lock was 0.

Despite getting this part of the code with ease, Yu Wanyin didn’t let her guard down. She grew even more cautious—because the game wasn’t over yet.

All the later rounds in this episode also tested their mutual understanding. After nearly an entire day of filming, they finally reached the eighth puzzle. Their speed came not from cutting corners, but from a high level of accuracy and flawless teamwork.

Viewers familiar with the show knew: many contestants take two or even three episodes to get this far, and some never fully complete the challenges at all. It was obvious how exceptional Yu Wanyin and Qiao

Sanghe were by comparison.

It made people wonder just how long they had known each other to develop such synergy. They seemed like old friends—able to read one another’s thoughts with just a glance or a subtle gesture.

Qiao Sanghe looked into Yu Wanyin’s focused eyes and reflected: they had only known each other for less than two months, and their relationship had only started to deepen recently. And yet… they already shared this kind of understanding. It wasn’t coincidence. It was deliberate.

To truly understand someone, you had to make the effort—learn their interests, move closer in subtle ways. Only then could you understand their personality, habits, and triggers. Only then could you earn their trust and work in sync. Only then could you win their heart.

Yu Wanyin had clearly studied her in advance—understood her temper, her quirks. She looked innocent on the outside, but she was incredibly clever, and she had never forgotten that this was, above all, a job. If things didn’t meet her standards, she could walk away at any time.

Which only made Qiao Sanghe more curious—what kind of person would Yu Wanyin become in the future, under her influence?

At last, they reached the tenth and final puzzle.

This was also the final challenge of the episode.

If they solved this, the recording would be complete.

Qiao Sanghe was already feeling it—today’s shoot had gone on for over eight hours. She shifted her body slightly, trying to ease the exhaustion and pressure. Yu Wanyin immediately noticed and stepped in to help, gently massaging her shoulders with practiced hands.

“We’re almost out. Just trust me.”

“Mm.”

Qiao Sanghe didn’t know where Yu Wanyin had learned to massage like this, but it was incredibly effective. Her fingers applied just the right pressure, melting away the aches and fatigue in all the right places.

“Where did you learn to massage like that?”

“I practiced taekwondo as a child. I got injured a lot, so I learned how to massage to ease the pain. Over time, I just got good at it.”

Yu Wanyin answered seriously. The technique was working—Qiao Sanghe’s tension eased, and her mood improved. And since Qiao Sanghe’s emotions had a direct effect on her own, Yu Wanyin genuinely cared. If she could help it, she didn’t want her to suffer even the smallest discomfort.

“You must’ve gone through a lot as a kid.”

Qiao Sanghe’s tone was calm—almost too calm. But she had noticed the calluses on Yu Wanyin’s hands and the faint scars on her body. It wasn’t hard to imagine the pain that had caused them.

Yu Wanyin shook her head.

“It’s okay. None of it was really bad. Looking back now, I think it was all necessary. Pressure makes you grow.”

Qiao Sanghe paused.

Many of the qualities she admired were ones that had been forged through hardship. Yu Wanyin had clearly endured a lot—yet she remained steadfast, unshaken even by abuse, never abandoning her beliefs. It was moving.

And for the first time, Qiao Sanghe felt a pang of guilt—for all the times she had made things hard for her.

Maybe it’s time I started being nicer to her…

As that thought passed through her mind, she was suddenly pulled into a warm embrace.

Yu Wanyin’s face, beautiful and delicate, was right in front of her. Her voice was soft, her scent faintly sweet. Everything about her stirred the heart—not just her body, but something deeper. She made you want not only to possess her, but to be possessed by her in return.

“We’re almost out,” Yu Wanyin whispered. “Just this final lock. Once we crack the code, we’re free.”

The last challenge involved a series of clue cards from the production team. If they solved the code, they will be able to open the final lock and end the game.

This puzzle was different. There were no hints—just raw deduction. It would come down entirely to their intellect.

Qiao Sanghe looked at her with hopeful eyes.

“Let’s hurry. I’m exhausted.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Yu Wanyin didn’t even look at the clues. There was no need. Every lock had a pattern. All you needed was the right logic, the right method—and the solution would follow.

She gently turned the dial.

Click.

The lock popped open.

The livestream chat exploded.

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“Whoa—they just cracked the whole thing!”

“Did the crew expect anyone to solve it like that?”

“Yu Wanyin, what exactly did you do before this show?”

“She said she had a hard life growing up. Now I’m really curious about her past…”

“Why do I suddenly feel a little emotional?”

By the time filming wrapped, the sun had already gone down.

Qiao Sanghe glanced at her buzzing phone. No surprise—they were probably trending online already. The day had been long, the work intense. They’d spent hours in front of cameras. Now that it was over, this was their time.

Work and life needed boundaries.

She powered off her phone without hesitation.

“If it’s important, it can wait. We’ve already worked so much. I’m not giving up our off-hours too. I’m exhausted. Do that massage you did earlier—please?”

Yu Wanyin got up and lit a bottle of incense, filling the room with a faint, soothing fragrance. Then she moved to Qiao Sanghe’s side to give her a massage. Her figure was slender and alluring, the curve of her waist elegantly outlined by a black lace dress. Her fair calves rested casually on the sofa, and her half-lidded eyes held a languid charm, making her look effortlessly beautiful and irresistibly seductive.

For a moment, her breath quickened, nearly losing herself in those captivating eyes. She couldn’t help stealing a second glance, then a third, forcing herself to stay composed. Gently, she placed her hands on Qiao

Sanghe’s shoulders, kneading them with just the right pressure to ease the surrounding tension.

Her hands slowly slid from Qiao Sanghe’s shoulders down to the curve of her alluring waist, brushing over smooth, taut skin. Her waist was so slender it could easily be encircled with one hand. Yu Wanyin measured the span of her fingers against it—it was a perfect fit. The thought of holding her like that, fingers tightening around that delicate curve, sent a shiver through her and made her breath hitch once again.

Even the strongest self-control would be tested in front of a woman like this.

Yu Wanyin’s face flushed slightly. She tried to keep her voice calm.

“How’s the pressure?”

“A little harder,” Qiao Sanghe replied, her voice soft and sultry—like a whispered plea.

It was enough to make anyone’s heart flutter.

Yu Wanyin’s control began to slip. That voice—it was too tempting. Her fingers pressed deeper, her breath growing quicker, her senses overwhelmed.

“Do you really want this?”

Qiao Sanghe could feel the shift in Yu Wanyin’s emotions. She reached up and gently brushed the sweat from her forehead, tracing down to her cheek, her jawline, then the back of her neck. Her skin was burning hot—like fire licking at her fingertips.

With a teasing smile, she murmured:
“What’s the matter? Can’t hold back anymore?”

“I’m sorry, I…”

Yu Wanyin’s entire body flushed red. Her pheromones surged wildly, desperately reaching for the scent she craved.

The desire to possess—to claim—was embedded deep in her DNA.

She didn’t understand why her craving for Qiao Sanghe was so intense. Just catching her scent felt like unlocking Pandora’s box. Her instincts screamed to mark her, to claim her, to make her her own Omega.

Again and again.

At first, their relationship had been distant. She hadn’t dared to touch her.

But now… it was different.

And Qiao Sanghe, realizing Yu Wanyin still hadn’t remembered what had happened that night, felt a surge of frustration. Her gaze darkened.

Tonight, she wasn’t letting Yu Wanyin forget anything.

She issued a command—low, firm, irresistible.

“Take off your clothes. Come here.”

“Okay…”

Yu Wanyin slipped off her shirt.

And in the next moment, a soft, boneless body wrapped around her—warm and familiar.

From behind, that seductive, almost dreamlike voice curled into her ear.

“Do you remember me now?”