A Sweet Soft Alpha and a Psycho-Beauty Go Viral Online - Chapter 22

At this moment, Qiao Sanghe felt as if ice water coursed through her veins. Her mind was still tangled in the aftermath of the variety show incident—a situation that had left her deeply unsettled. There was an overwhelming sense of helplessness, like being forced into a passive role with no way out.

Especially since Yu Wanyin had been so disobedient—her behavior left Qiao Sanghe in no mood to be kind. Her face was cold, and she said nothing.

Yu Wanyin sighed inwardly. This isn’t good—I’ve really angered her this time. And she’s never easy to coax. At this point, no amount of explanation would help. In that moment, doing nothing would’ve been the real mistake.

She’d always cared about Qiao Sanghe’s feelings—at first, largely because of their contract and her deep gratitude, not to mention the subtle spark that had begun to form between them. Their relationship was far too complex to sum up in a few words.

But this time was different.

This time, it wasn’t about gratitude or obligation. It was something deeper—she’d realized that if anything was to happen, protecting Qiao Sanghe would be her first instinct. The thought of not being able to do that was suffocating.

It was the same desperate helplessness she’d felt when she couldn’t raise enough money for her sister’s bone marrow transplant. That same emotional weight was now tied to Qiao Sanghe. That alone showed just how important Qiao had become to her—not for money, not for duty, but out of a pure, selfless desire to give.

The ride back was silent.

Unnervingly silent.

Yu Wanyin knew her well—when Qiao Sanghe didn’t speak, it meant she was truly furious. Left with no other choice, she quietly walked over and knelt beside her, lowering her posture and speaking softly, full of remorse.

“I’m sorry. I made you upset earlier. You can hit me, yell at me, punish me however you want… just please, don’t ignore me. When you ignore me, it hurts so much.”

Qiao Sanghe gave her a frosty glance. Her voice was cold.

“It hurts you? And you think it doesn’t hurt me? You forced me to face such an impossible choice alone.”

Yu Wanyin nervously reached for her hand. When Qiao didn’t pull away, she sighed in relief. She’s still letting me get close. That means there’s hope.

“I didn’t know the show would throw in that kind of task. But even if I had known… I still wouldn’t have let you take the punishment for me. And even if our roles had been reversed, the outcome probably would’ve been the same. I just… I couldn’t go against my heart. I don’t regret my decision. I chose to protect you. If the script said only one of us could survive, I would still choose you—without hesitation. Even if it goes against what you want, I have to follow my heart. Because to me, you’re the most important person. I don’t want to leave any room for regret.”

Sometimes, one wrong decision could lead to a lifetime of regret. She’d felt it with her sister. And now, she felt the same toward Qiao Sanghe—an unmistakable sign of just how deeply she cared.

Qiao Sanghe was moved—but her emotions were complicated. She hadn’t expected Yu Wanyin to think this way. Of course, the scenario had been just a scripted show, not real life, but it had made something clear:

Yu Wanyin had become someone irreplaceable in her life.

Her anger came not from rational judgment, but from pain—pain that in the script, she couldn’t save her. But in real life, she would never let something like that happen. Yu Wanyin had made her feelings clear—she would protect her, without regret, without hesitation. And Qiao felt the same.

Though her anger had mostly cooled…

Yu Wanyin still wouldn’t get off so easily.

Qiao Sanghe gave her a long look before speaking again. “Do you even know what you did wrong? I don’t like people who don’t listen. No matter what happens, you have to follow my lead. If anything like this happens again… then there’s no reason to keep our agreement going.”

The moment she mentioned termination, Yu Wanyin panicked.

“I was wrong… I didn’t consider your feelings. I shouldn’t have acted without thinking about what you want. I know you didn’t want me to be punished either. You were angry because you care about me… weren’t you?”

Qiao Sanghe’s expression faltered. She quickly covered it up.

“Nonsense. Don’t flatter yourself. Why would I care about you? I’m just mad because you were disobedient.”

The mention of ending their agreement had been nothing more than a bluff. She couldn’t possibly bring herself to do it—not when she was secretly hoping they would renew their contract. But she couldn’t let Yu Wanyin see through her or the girl might get cocky.

“Fine, fine. It’s all my fault.” Yu Wanyin softened her voice, leaning in with a hint of a smile. “Now, Miss Qiao Sanghe, my dearest… what must I do to earn your forgiveness? I’ll do anything you ask.”

Qiao Sanghe rolled her eyes. After a moment, an idea struck her.

“How did you get others to forgive you before?”

Yu Wanyin thought for a second. She remembered how she used to coax her little sister when she was upset—she’d always make her something sweet. A bowl of warm sugar water could stop her sister’s tears every time.

“I’ll make you some sweet pear syrup. I used to cook it for my sister when she was sad. It’s really delicious—you’ll like it.”

Qiao Sanghe’s eyes sparkled. She nodded.

“I’ll be in the bedroom. Bring it to me when it’s ready.”

The word bedroom made Yu Wanyin’s heart skip a beat. It was getting late, and her ears flushed red as her mind wandered.

The fridge was well-stocked with premium imported ingredients, and the kitchen itself was spacious and luxurious. Yu Wanyin didn’t have experience with anything too fancy, so she settled on something simple: snow pear with white fungus and rock sugar.

The key to good sugar water was sweetness—and she added plenty of rock sugar. The result was a fragrant, delightfully sweet brew.

She carefully carried the bowl to Qiao Sanghe’s bedroom.

But the moment she stepped through the door, she was met with a breathtaking sight.

Qiao Sanghe was slowly removing her clothes, revealing smooth, porcelain skin and an elegant figure. Her graceful curves radiated a divine beauty. Yu Wanyin almost dropped the bowl—her heart pounded wildly at the vision before her.

“I’ve finished the sugar water. Try it and see.”

She hoped the sweetness would lift Qiao’s mood, just like it had always worked for her sister.

Qiao Sanghe suddenly felt a strange sense of déjà vu.

The first time Yu Wanyin had brought her coffee… it had been like this too.

That time, she’d scolded her for the temperature. But even then, part of her had wanted to tease her.

This time… that feeling returned.

And now, with the added irritation over Yu Wanyin’s disobedience, it was the perfect excuse to “punish” her.

Her voice dropped to a soft, seductive whisper.

“Come here… and feed me.”

“Mmm…” Yu Wanyin let out a delicate hum. She walked forward on her knees, kneeling obediently at Qiao Sanghe’s feet, ready to serve her with all the devotion in her heart.

The first sip touched Qiao’s lips—a gentle, sweet taste of pear danced on her tongue. It was undeniably pleasant.

Yes, sweetness did make people happy.

But after just one sip, she set the bowl aside.

Clearly… unsatisfied.

Yu Wanyin was momentarily stunned, unsure of what was wrong. After a pause, she suddenly leaned forward, kissed her lips, then took a mouthful of pear syrup and pried open Qiao’s mouth, their tongues entwining in a breathless exchange.

Qiao Sanghe pushed her away and glared at her.

How reckless!

This time… she’d take control.

Raising her hand slowly, she let the syrup trickle down her chest, glistening against the soft, fair skin of her breasts—tempting and inviting.

This scene felt familiar.

But last time… she had let her off easy.

This time? Not a chance.

Her voice, sweet and commanding, rang out:

“Yu Wanyin—lick it clean.”