A Sweet Soft Alpha and a Psycho-Beauty Go Viral Online (GL) - Chapter 39

A soft blush bloomed across Qiao Sanghe’s cheeks, tinting her porcelain skin with a gentle pink glow. Her beauty, already striking, now held a mesmerizing allure—so much so that it stirred an uncontrollable desire to pull her into a passionate embrace.

The searing kisses that landed on her skin left her breathless. Heat surged through her, making it hard to catch her breath. She felt a restlessness build within, and even her thin clothes began to feel burdensome.

She let out a soft hum in response.

Hearing Qiao Sanghe’s subtle reply, Yu Wanyin’s heart lit with joy. She tightened her arms around Sanghe’s slender, supple waist. As the bedroom’s lace curtains fluttered down, the two bodies intertwined, fully immersed in the sultry intimacy of the night.
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The next morning, the two arrived on time at the filming site for their variety show. Today marked the final episode of Midnight Fairytale. After the shoot, a wrap party would be held, officially bringing the season to a close. Setting aside the earlier incident from a past episode, the show had generally left a positive impression on viewers—thanks in large part to the wildly popular guests Qiao Sanghe and Yu Wanyin. With the finale looming, many fans felt reluctant to say goodbye.

Online comments poured in:

“I can’t believe it’s ending so soon. There goes my source of joy.”

“Wuwu~ It’s over. Who knows when we’ll get to see Qiao Sanghe and Yu Wanyin again? They’re both so low-key. I really hope they do more variety shows!”

“Just thinking about not seeing them for a while makes me sad.”

“They need to take on more projects so we can see them again soon. I really miss them already.”

“Good news! Word is that Yu Wanyin and Qiao Sanghe will star in a xianxia drama together. Looking forward to that!”

“Confirmed. I’ve heard the same. Lots of productions want to work with them, but their teams are extremely selective—only accepting top-tier projects. That’s why there’s not much confirmed news yet.”

“Honestly, I’d be happy just seeing them on screen again. That’s all I ask.”

Qiao Sanghe and Yu Wanyin were simply too popular. For today’s finale, the production team hosted a livestream giveaway of autographed photos and fan merchandise. Within minutes, online viewership surpassed 200,000, and the number continued to climb.
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The Day’s Challenge: “Bizarre Rules – The Haunted Factory”

The setting was an electronics manufacturing workshop. Guests played factory workers who had to complete a horror-themed challenge.

Objective: Each guest must produce a specified number of parts per day, clock in and out on time, return to their dorms to rest, and avoid triggering any paranormal events. If they successfully fulfill all these requirements without breaking any rules, they would receive a “wage.” Collect three wages and the challenge would be cleared.

Each participant received an Employee Handbook outlining strict factory rules. Violating any of them would result in immediate elimination.

After changing into gray linen work uniforms—rough to the touch but durable and practical—Yu Wanyin and Qiao Sanghe began carefully studying the handbook.

According to the rules, factory hours ran from 8:00 a.m. to 11:00 p.m., and all workers must vacate the workshop building before midnight. Staying past that time would result in… something terrifying.

Additional rules from the handbook included:

• If the layout of each floor’s corridor remained identical, that floor was considered safe.

• If there were even subtle differences, an anomaly might be present. In such cases, guests had to return to the previous floor and take the elevator again to reset the danger.

• If an office sign was lit, it meant the room required inspection. If not lit, the room could be ignored.

• A daily message board would be updated in each stairwell with clues about current threats.

• If anomalies persisted even after following all procedures, the guests must resolve them on their own.

The final warning read:

“Please read the game rules carefully. Anyone who breaks them will be immediately eliminated. We wish you all an enjoyable final episode of Midnight Fairytale.”

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All the guests looked uneasy after reading the rules. No one wanted to be eliminated in the final episode, especially not so close to the end—it would feel like a complete waste of their efforts, and perhaps even leave lingering regrets.

Qiao Sanghe and Yu Wanyin entered the stairwell and saw a message board:

“Today’s production goal: 1,231 parts. Due to malfunctioning Machine #335 on every floor, production efficiency has decreased. The manager has postponed the original delivery deadline by two days.”

This clue was likely important for clearing the level, so the two made sure to memorize it. Success in these strange challenges often hinged on small, easily overlooked details.

After committing the message to memory, they entered the workshop to begin production. Other guests joined soon after. For every completed part, the counter on the wall clicked upward.

But the pace was far too slow.

Yu Wanyin did a quick mental calculation: at their current rate, each worker could only produce 80–90 parts per hour. To hit 1,200+ parts would require over 10 hours, yet they only had exactly 10 hours to work.

In other words—impossible.

But the rules were absolute. The quota had to be completed. There was no option to ignore or alter the challenge.

Qiao Sanghe began to panic. Even if they worked non-stop, they couldn’t meet the quota. All their effort might end in failure and elimination.

“Yinyin, what do we do? There’s no way we’ll finish the required number before the end of the shift. Will we get disqualified for failing?”

Yu Wanyin absentmindedly toyed with a scrap of a part in her hand. This was, after all, their first time doing this type of work. Hitting even 80 parts per hour wasn’t guaranteed. Wasting time on a losing battle was… pointless.

She tossed the part aside and motioned for Qiao Sanghe to stop as well.

“Let’s not waste our energy. Instead, let’s figure out a smarter way to complete the task and get out of here. No point wearing ourselves out.”

Qiao Sanghe’s wide eyes reflected surprise.

“Can we really do that? Won’t it break the rules?”

She hadn’t expected Yu Wanyin to suggest something so bold. Though she also didn’t want to continue, she feared this kind of shortcut might risk disqualification.

Yu Wanyin smiled faintly and leaned close, her lips nearly brushing Qiao Sanghe’s ear. Her warm breath and teasing tone sent a shiver down Sanghe’s spine, her fair skin flushing pink.

“Trust me,” Yu Wanyin whispered, her voice low and confident.

“I have a way. We don’t need to produce a single part—and we’ll still complete the challenge. Without breaking a single rule.”

Qiao Sanghe was pulled along by Yu Wanyin as the two of them strode confidently out of the workshop. Surprisingly, there was no warning or audio cue from the production team indicating they had violated any rules.

Not only were the other guests stunned, but the livestream audience was equally shocked. Everyone wondered if there had been some kind of mistake. The two hadn’t done any part processing at all—so how had they not triggered a rule violation? Did this mean it was possible to skip manufacturing altogether and still avoid penalties?

While others were having similar thoughts, none dared follow Qiao Sanghe and Yu Wanyin’s lead. With time running short, they couldn’t afford to risk not completing the task. Getting eliminated at the final hurdle wasn’t an option.

So no one paid much attention to why those two had left so openly and unscathed. After all, if they were eliminated, it wouldn’t affect the others.

【How are they not working on the parts? That’s seriously bold.】

【They didn’t get flagged? How is the production team judging this?】

【If they’re not processing parts now, how will they make the delivery on time?】

【But even if you try your best, the production rate is too low. It seems like no matter what, they can’t hit the target.】

【Maybe the two of them figured this out already and are saving their energy, waiting to be eliminated peacefully.】

Initially, Qiao Sanghe hadn’t understood Yu Wanyin’s decision. But after hearing a few whispered words from her, her elegant face lit up with astonishment.

“Yinyin, you’re a genius. This is actually allowed?”

“Of course,” Yu Wanyin smiled. “We can have as many parts as we want.”

She led Qiao Sanghe straight to the factory office, found the backend computer controlling the workshop counter, and directly updated the tally to match the required 1,231 parts. Then, she searched the desk and found the delivery slip, altering the date to two days later.

By the time they finished, the livestream comments had exploded with disbelief. No one had expected them to exploit the rules so cleverly. The rulebook hadn’t stated that workers had to personally process parts or be physically in the workshop. All it specified was the delivery quota. So technically, as long as the number was met, the method didn’t matter.

But who would think that way? Yu Wanyin had completely hacked the logic of the game. She’d spotted the loophole and executed it flawlessly.

Yu Wanyin didn’t see it as cheating. She felt the quota was impossible under normal conditions. Working all the way to the end of the shift just to pass the round was a pipe dream. It simply couldn’t be done.

So the correct solution had to lie elsewhere—not in grinding out the task, but in outthinking the system.

After updating the numbers, Yu Wanyin and Qiao Sanghe went to tamper with the machines labeled 335 on each floor. Not all of them were actually malfunctioning, but since the message board mentioned they were broken, they had to manually make it so—faking a breakdown to align with the clues.

As they descended floor by floor, nothing unusual occurred. The surroundings remained identical, and even the writing on the stairwell notice boards matched perfectly.

That was until they reached the 11th floor.

There, the message board displayed slightly different information from the others. In addition to the usual content, a new line had appeared:

“The office light bulb is broken. Replacement cost: 15 yuan. Reimbursement available from Accountant Sun in the finance office.”

When encountering an abnormality, the handbook gave two choices: take the elevator and hope for the best, or follow the prompt and resolve the issue. They had already tried the elevator with no success—the anomaly remained. So now, they had to follow the instruction and find the accountant for reimbursement.

As they approached the finance office, the corridor grew darker and eerier. It felt like someone was following them. Every time they looked back, no one was there—but the sense of being watched only intensified.

Clearly, something was off.

“Stay alert, Sanghe,” Yu Wanyin warned. “I’ve got a feeling something unexpected is about to happen.”

Qiao Sanghe nodded, instinctively tightening her grip on Yu Wanyin’s hand and leaning closer for comfort. With her by her side, fear was easier to manage.

Yu Wanyin had already sensed something was wrong, but even so, the sight inside the office still made her gasp.

A headless ghost in white was hanging from the ceiling. The scene was terrifying, so lifelike it was hard to tell whether it was just special effects.

And the ghost was none other than Accountant Sun from the workshop.

Even though the two had mentally prepared themselves—and were aware this was likely part of the show—the gruesome scene still sent chills down their spines. The livestream viewers were equally horrified.

Qiao Sanghe trembled in fear and quickly hid behind Yu Wanyin, too shocked to speak.

The ghost held its severed head in its hands, gave a twisted smile, and floated toward them with eerie grace. “I’m going to eat you. You two are about to be eliminated.”

Viewers held their breath. It looked like Yu Wanyin and Qiao Sanghe were about to be taken out—for the first time ever—and in the final episode no less.

But Yu Wanyin remained calm. She stood protectively in front of Qiao Sanghe and coolly tossed the reimbursement slip at the ghost’s face.

“Light bulb replacement—15 yuan.”

The moment she spoke, it was as if she had uttered a magic phrase. The ghost stopped advancing, nodded thoughtfully, and said, “Let me verify that. I’ll get you the money in a minute.”

“Okay,” Yu Wanyin replied, unbothered.

A few minutes later, the two of them walked out with the reimbursed cash and continued downstairs. Completely unharmed.

The chat exploded again.

【Their mental strength is insane!】