After a Metaphysics Master Transmigrates into a Scummy Alpha, She Ends Up with the Best Actress - Chapter 4

“Dear passengers, we are currently experiencing some turbulence due to atmospheric currents. Please remain in your seats and keep your seatbelts fastened. Restrooms are temporarily closed. Thank you for your cooperation.”

Following the announcement, the fuselage began to shudder violently. A few terrified passengers burst into tears. With recent reports of aviation disasters fresh in their minds, negative emotions spread like wildfire. One family began sobbing in each other’s arms, while others with less composure started shouting at the flight attendants. At an altitude of 13,000 meters, everyone was afraid.

In the cockpit, the pilots were baffled. The sky ahead was cloudless; there were no counter-currents or abnormalities on the radar, yet the plane felt as though it were being seized and shaken by a giant hand. They were drifting off course.

It was dangerous. All they could do was fight the controls to maintain stability.

Ye Lin’s brow furrowed. While her lack of “Luck” meant she often encountered misfortune, it shouldn’t be enough to trigger a disaster of this magnitude affecting so many people. she peered through the small window. Clear skies. Yet, she could feel the plane being dragged, inch by inch.

Movement was prohibited, so Ye Lin closed her eyes and expanded her Spiritual Sense to sweep the aircraft. In the restroom behind Business Class, she found it: a clump of dark, swirling energy. She hadn’t sensed anything when boarding. Who had planted it there? This was a suicide mission.

With no time to lose, her fingers wove a complex hand seal: “Break!”

A flash of blue light ignited beneath the sink of the locked restroom. A dingy yellow talisman crumbled into ash. Instantly, the pilots felt the “hand” vanish. The plane leveled out.

Passengers cheered and applauded, thanking the pilots and praising their luck for surviving the ordeal.

Ye Lin didn’t withdraw her spirit sense immediately. She scanned every face on the plane, looking for the culprit, but found no one suspicious. Finally, she cast a “Heart-Clearing Seal” to soothe the lingering anxiety of the passengers and crew.

Leaning back, she watched the clouds drift by. That talisman was likely a Delayed Trigger type—undetectable until the moment it activates. A master, she thought. But why? Indiscriminate murder? Or was a whole plane being sacrificed to kill a single target?

A person with such skill and a crooked heart was a dangerous variable. And a public restroom provided too many suspects. The culprit was not only dangerous but cunning.

Due to the emergency, the flight was delayed by two hours. When Ye Lin exited the airport, she had her backpack on, her cap pulled low, and her long legs moving briskly toward the VIP channel.

As she rounded the corner, she saw a group of people waiting. The woman in the center was impossible to miss. She possessed a delicate beauty paired with a cold, aloof temperament that commanded the air around her. Her long hair fell over her shoulders, framing a refined face and a perfect figure. Some people are simply born to stand out; Gu Li was one of them.

Ye Lin recognized her instantly—not just for her looks, but for the brilliant golden aura radiating from her. Truly enviable, Ye Lin thought. Some people really are heaven’s favorites, winning the race before they even start.

She accelerated her pace. Before anyone could react, she reached out and snatched Gu Li’s hand in a firm grip. She had been craving this luck for a long time.

“Movie Queen Gu, hello! I have admired you for so long!” Ye Lin had already prepared her “excuse” for the cameras. She gave herself a mental thumbs-up. I’m a genius.

The golden glow carried a distinct warmth. Ye Lin felt that if she bought a lottery ticket right now, she’d hit the jackpot.

Gu Li was momentarily stunned, but she quickly masked it with a professional “business smile” to exchange greetings.

Meanwhile, Luo Quan who had been previously linked to Ye Lin in scandals was ignored. Chen Qingyang whom she had hounded in the past was also ignored. After the initial shock, a realization hit the onlookers: Ye Lin is targeting the Movie Queen now!

Before the shock could settle, Ye Lin let go. She wasn’t greedy; twenty seconds was enough to siphon off enough luck to keep her from being hit by a bus for at least a month.

Ming Fanshuang lunged forward, wedging herself between them. “You, you.” The move was so sudden and the cameras were rolling, so she couldn’t find the right words to scold her.

“Hello,” Ye Lin nodded to her politely before greeting the others. Gu Li noticed that Ye Lin didn’t offer to shake hands with anyone else.

Gu Li tightened the hand that had just been held. Interesting.

Luo Quan and Chen Qingyang, eager to avoid further “entanglements,” hurried toward the exit. Ming Fanshuang, playing the role of protector, pushed the Alpha male Shen Biejun toward Ye Lin to keep her occupied while she whisked Gu Li away. Ye Lin followed at a leisurely pace toward the production team’s van.

Shen Biejun was a simple soul. He actually started chatting with Ye Lin about the flight delay. When he heard about the turbulence, he sighed and patted her shoulder, telling her she was lucky to be alive.

“Is this all you brought? No assistants?” Shen Biejun glanced behind her to confirm no one else was coming.

“Isn’t it only for three days and nights?” Ye Lin replied. Her manager had explained that if she didn’t stand out, they wouldn’t give her much screen time. If she just slacked off and blended into the background, the money would be easy to earn.

“But you need assistants for makeup, coordinating schedules.” Even a guy as low-maintenance as Shen Biejun had one assistant. He was curious how she’d cope.

Hearing that Ye Lin had no assistants, Luo Quan and Chen Qingyang walked even faster, terrified she would try to “borrow” theirs.

“Ah, I don’t think I need makeup. And I don’t have any other business to attend to lately.” Ye Lin just wanted to stay clean. The original Ye Lin used to wear heavy, gaudy makeup that ruined her natural beauty. She couldn’t stand the stuff.

Besides, her “bad luck” constitution usually made cosmetics go cakey anyway.

But to the others, this sounded like “humble-bragging” about her looks. Everyone knew that in terms of raw beauty, Ye Lin was arguably number one in the industry, even rivaling Gu Li. Saying it so bluntly felt like a flex.

Luo Quan curled his lip. Still as brainless as ever.

Gu Li observed Ye Lin. The rumors said she was always draped in haute couture with a minimum of two assistants. But the woman before her had her black hair in a simple ponytail, a cap, and a mask—not even oversized sunglasses. No massive celebrity luggage, and she was wearing a low-end brand tracksuit. She looked like a high schooler on a spring trip.

The rumors really are unreliable.

Most notably, Ye Lin had seemed ecstatic to shake her hand, but the moment she let go, she treated Gu Li like a “scumbag” would—not even sparing her a second glance.

Interesting, Gu Li thought. Woman, you have successfully caught my attention.

The production van was an 11-seater. The cameramen took the back and front seats, leaving eight seats in the middle two rows.

Luo Quan, acting the gentleman, stood by the door to let the ladies and Omegas board first. Ming Fanshuang tried to pull Gu Li to sit with her, but Gu Li subtly withdrew her arm. “You go first.”

The young girl boarded and took a window seat in the first row. Just as she was about to call Gu Li over, Gu Li sat in the aisle seat of the second row. This left the window seat beside her empty, but because she was blocking the aisle, no one could easily get in.

In front of the cameras, Ming Fanshuang didn’t dare complain. Gu Li’s status was too high; if she acted out, Gu Li’s massive fan base would tear her apart for “clout-chasing.” She moved to the aisle seat in her own row to block the other side.

Chen Qingyang climbed in and took the aisle seat in the very back, closing his eyes to pretend to sleep. He was terrified Ye Lin would sit with him, so he used Gu Li’s tactic to take up space.

When Luo Quan finally boarded, he felt a bizarre atmosphere. The first three people were all “napping”! As a TV King, he couldn’t exactly push them. Push Gu Li? With two cameras on him, he’d be ruined. His persona was the “Aloof Flower”—he couldn’t do anything undignified. He took the aisle seat in the first row.

Before he could close his eyes, Shen Biejun hopped in and sat right next to him, grinning.

What are you smiling at? Luo Quan’s veins throbbed. He suppressed his temper and folded his arms, joining the “fake nap” club.

So, when Ye Lin finally boarded, everyone was “asleep” and there were seemingly no seats left. Is the original Ye Lin’s reputation this bad? she wondered. Hostility even for a seat?

If she weren’t broke, she’d have hailed a taxi.

“Ye Lin, come sit here.”

Ye Lin followed the pleasant voice. Wow! A “human koi” was waving at her. Should she go? Or should she definitely go?