A Sweet Soft Alpha and a Psycho-Beauty Go Viral Online (GL) - Chapter 38

“Seriously now—how did you manage to notice all that?”

Qiao Sanghe composed herself, then pressed on with the question.

Yu Wanyin gave a soft smile as she explained, “When I first entered the room, I started observing my surroundings. It’s not anything special—it’s just a habit I have when I’m in a new environment. I never expected the production team to ask those kinds of questions though. I guess it was just a coincidence.”

But Qiao Sanghe didn’t believe it was merely coincidence. Yu Wanyin truly had an extraordinary eye for detail—she could pick up on things most people wouldn’t even notice. It was one of the qualities that made her stand out. And it gave Qiao Sanghe an immense sense of security.

She had already grown used to having Yu Wanyin by her side, helping her strategize and navigate challenges. Without her, things would feel incomplete. Unknowingly, Yu Wanyin had already become an irreplaceable part of her life.

Due to the incident from the previous episodes, Midnight Fairytale had its originally planned ten-plus episodes cut down to just six. Now, with only one phase left, the show was quickly approaching its finale.

Qiao Sanghe’s agent had already received numerous invitations from other variety shows, all waiting for Midnight Fairytale to wrap up so they could bring Qiao Sanghe and Yu Wanyin onto their programs. Beyond variety shows, there were also offers for endorsements and drama roles.

As the most beloved on-screen couple (AO CP) of the show, the two had gained over five million fans across the internet. Countless production teams had extended invitations to them, many from top-tier teams.

After careful selection, Qiao Sanghe’s team had chosen a fantasy drama project, with the script already finalized.

“Alright, let’s stop talking about that for now. Take a look at this script—see if you like it,” she said with a gentle smile, handing Yu Wanyin the fantasy drama script that Sister Han had passed over.

Yu Wanyin leaned in with curiosity. As a newcomer to the entertainment industry, she didn’t have much experience. What she needed most right now was practice and learning. She flipped through the pages seriously and was quickly drawn into the plot.

As expected of something Sister Han handpicked, the script was rich and captivating. The storyline was filled with twists and turns, and the writing itself had a magnetic pull. If it were adapted faithfully into a drama by a competent team, it would undoubtedly become a hit. No changes would even be necessary—the script alone was that strong.

“This script is really good… but the role is so important—I don’t know if I can pull it off.”

Qiao Sanghe had no such worries.

Yu Wanyin was hardworking and meticulous. Even if she lacked experience, Qiao Sanghe believed the end result would exceed expectations. In fact, she had so much faith in her that she wouldn’t be surprised if Yu Wanyin eventually surpassed her one day.

“There’s nothing to worry about. As long as you put in the effort, you’ll do just fine. I genuinely think you’re already better than most young actors in the industry. Honestly, the bar isn’t very high these days—things are messy, and few are actually serious about honing their craft. So don’t stress too much.”

While Yu Wanyin wasn’t the type to slack off, Qiao Sanghe also didn’t want her to be overly cautious. Confidence was the most important trait for an actor. Skills could be developed, but the courage to take on a role—that was key.

Hearing how much Qiao Sanghe believed in her warmed Yu Wanyin’s heart. She looked at her earnestly and said, “I’ll give it my all. I won’t let you down.”

Qiao Sanghe’s gaze was sultry, her expression lazy and languid. After the tension of filming, she finally let herself relax, and fatigue crept in. Waving her over, she said softly, “Enough talk for now. I’m exhausted.

Give me a massage.”

The two were so in sync that Yu Wanyin could read Qiao Sanghe’s intentions with just a look. She quickly moved to her side and began massaging her with the perfect amount of pressure, targeting key acupoints to relieve her fatigue.

Qiao Sanghe’s skin was soft—like delicate, snowy cotton candy. Smooth and silky to the touch, warm and inviting like fine jade. Her natural scent, sweet and lightly seductive, only added to the allure. It made Yu Wanyin want to stay even closer.

Carefully, Yu Wanyin applied a bit of lavender-scented oil, gently rubbing it into the tips of Qiao Sanghe’s delicate ears. The pale skin quickly turned rosy from the massage, her breathing grew uneven, and the air between them thickened with something unspoken.

Qiao Sanghe’s lashes fluttered, her eyes dreamy, fully immersed in Yu Wanyin’s gentle attentiveness. Her lips, soft and blushing red, curved into a teasing smile as she murmured seductively, “Lower your head… and kiss me.”

Yu Wanyin, as if gazing at a goddess, leaned down reverently and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. Her love for Qiao Sanghe burned with fervent devotion, so intense it bordered on worship—she would do anything for her.

Her lips lingered, cool against Qiao Sanghe’s warm skin. Fingers tightened around her waist, drawing her close. Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them undeniable.

Qiao Sanghe ran her fingers through Yu Wanyin’s soft hair, clearly pleased by her attentiveness. She had always liked obedient people—especially ones who were gentle and compliant. It made her feel satisfied.

Yu Wanyin appeared obedient on the surface—and most of the time, she truly was sweet and accommodating. But Qiao Sanghe knew that underneath, she had a mind of her own. That didn’t bother her. As long as she acted obediently on the outside, that was enough to make her heart flutter.

“Be good… hold me tighter.”

At her words, Yu Wanyin hugged her even more tightly. Her kisses grew rougher, her calm exterior giving way to unrestrained passion.

In the flurry of movement, her fingers quickly began undoing the buttons of Qiao Sanghe’s dress. A task that would usually be simple now felt desperate—like every layer of clothing was a barrier she couldn’t get rid of fast enough. Each garment felt irritatingly in the way, making her want to tear them off with abandon.

Her hoarse voice whispered hotly in Qiao Sanghe’s ear as her fingertips slid over bare skin, biting gently on her earlobe with rising urgency.

“These clothes are in the way… Let me take them off for you, okay?”