After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, the Movie Queen Just Wants to Pamper Her Wife - Chapter 90 (FINALE)

During midterms, Xi Xiaoyan once again cemented her reputation as the top student, putting her in an exceptionally good mood.

Though her deskmate had dropped one rank, losing to Xi Xiaoyan herself, a situation that brought her immense satisfaction.

“Hey, Meng Chuwu, how could you possibly get this question wrong? Did you do it on purpose?”

The girl in front, who had borrowed Meng Chuwu’s test paper to check answers, suddenly turned around with the sheet in hand.

She had chosen to borrow the second-place student’s paper because Meng Chuwu was relatively more approachable.

Meng Chuwu leaned over to look and replied with a careless smile, “Not on purpose just careless, probably.”

“And this one too? Two wrong in a row? Unacceptable! I even knew these two, ten whole points, what a waste. If you hadn’t messed these up, you’d still be first.”

“Come on, no point in hypotheticals. Careless mistakes are still mistakes.” Meng Chuwu brushed it off with a laugh.

But Xi Xiaoyan, sitting nearby, heard every word clearly.

So, she let me win on purpose!

Math was clearly her strongest subject, how could she have carelessly gotten two questions wrong?!

Instantly, being ranked first in the midterms lost its appeal.

Xi Xiaoyan stormed out of the classroom in a huff, ignoring Meng Chuwu’s calls for her to wait.

Early November in Lucheng marked the beginning of autumn, bringing crisp and gentle breezes that made the weather especially pleasant.

Afternoon classes had ended, leaving a few minutes before the final self-study session.

Xi Xiaoyan had just stopped by the stairwell when suddenly, someone flicked her ponytail. She didn’t need to turn around to know in the entire school, only Meng Chuwu would dare touch her hair.

“Why are you ignoring me?” Meng Chuwu sidled up, leaning against the hallway railing and tilting her head toward Xi Xiaoyan.

They were so close that Xi Xiaoyan could catch the faint, sweet scent on her. “Go away, I want some peace.”

“Who’s Peace?”

“Ugh, so cliché!” Xi Xiaoyan shot her a disgusted look and took a step to the left.

“Alright, alright, my bad.”

“No idea what you’re talking about.” Xi Xiaoyan turned her face away.

Meng Chuwu stepped to the right and suddenly blew a teasing breath into Xi Xiaoyan’s ear.

“Ah!” Xi Xiaoyan yelped she was ticklish and retaliated with a flurry of tiny fists pounding Meng Chuwu’s arm.

Laughing, Meng Chuwu ducked and dodged.

The youthful energy unique to sixteen- and seventeen-year-olds shone brighter than the afternoon sun.

Nearby classmates, though unsure what the fuss was about, couldn’t help but smile at their playful antics.

Soon, the bell for self-study rang. Students outside filed back into the classroom, and as the ringing faded, the hallway fell quiet again.

While preparing to work on practice problems, Meng Chuwu realized she’d run out of scratch paper. She nudged Xi Xiaoyan lightly with her elbow. “Lend me your notebook?”

Without a word, Xi Xiaoyan passed her the notebook from the top of her book stack.

The classroom was silent, everyone diligently working on assignments.

Xi Xiaoyan was fiercely competitive. Determined to redeem herself, she ignored Meng Chuwu’s scribbled message in the notebook: “I’ll treat you to Häagen-Dazs after school!”

Beneath it, she swiftly and coldly wrote two words: “No time.”

No matter what else Meng Chuwu wrote afterward, Xi Xiaoyan refused to respond.

It wasn’t until the last few minutes before the end of self-study that Meng Chuwu finally returned the notebook.

Out of the corner of her eye, Xi Xiaoyan noticed faint sketches on the newly opened page. When she looked up good heavens Meng Chuwu had drawn her with puffed cheeks angrily turning her face away, and the likeness was strikingly vivid.

Beside it was a self-portrait of Meng Chuwu, teary-eyed, captioned: “Yanyan ignores me, life is so sad.”

“You don’t look sad at all,” Xi Xiaoyan blurted out at the drawing.

“The tears were swallowed down, how could you see them?” Meng Chuwu murmured softly.

Xi Xiaoyan turned her head and saw Meng Chuwu putting on an exaggerated pout, instantly bursting into laughter at her ridiculous expression.

She didn’t understand why, but she always softened toward her.

Logically, she despised the way Meng Chuwu deliberately went easy on her.

Yet she just couldn’t bear to see that pitiful look on her face.

“Come on, Häagen-Dazs!” Meng Chuwu mouthed.

The refusal rolled on Xi Xiaoyan’s tongue several times before she swallowed it.

She neither agreed nor disagreed.

Meng Chuwu took it as a yes.

Soon, the bell signaling the end of self-study rang.

The classroom emptied almost instantly after dismissal.

Xi Xiaoyan disliked crowds, so Meng Chuwu always stayed behind with her until the rush subsided.

“Hey, why do you always,” Xi Xiaoyan deftly tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her voice laced with obvious displeasure.

Meng Chuwu stared thoughtfully at the red mole on her earlobe before snapping back to reality. “What did I do?”

“Let’s go. Weren’t we getting ice cream?” Xi Xiaoyan grabbed her bag and stood up.

Meng Chuwu rose as well, pulling her backpack from under the desk.

They left the classroom one after the other.

In November’s monthly exam, Xi Xiaoyan remained first place.

Her reputation as a top student was long established, no one batted an eye at her ranking anymore.

But Xi Xiaoyan had a sneaking suspicion that Meng Chuwu had gone easy on her again.

Before the test, she had warned her, “If you pull that again this time, I’ll—”

“You’ll what?”

“Cut ties with you for three days!”

“I’m really not like that anymore.”

Every time a graded exam paper was handed back, Xi Xiaoyan snatched Meng Chuwu’s to scrutinize her mistakes.

This time, she found that Meng Chuwu’s essay had gone off-topic, earning an unbelievably low score.

“Did you do that on purpose?!”

Faced with Xi Xiaoyan’s accusatory tone and fierce glare,

Meng Chuwu looked torn between laughter and exasperation. “I’m just not that good at Chinese.”

The surrounding classmates were stunned, this claim was blatantly untrue.

The transfer student excelled in every subject: literature, math, English, physics, chemistry, biology, music, P.E., and art.

Her piano performance last time had even left the music teacher speechless.

After seeing her play volleyball in P.E., the coach had repeatedly tried to recruit her for the school team.

And as for her artistic skills, the first-prize blackboard display at the back of the classroom had been designed by her.

Xi Xiaoyan examined her essay but found no obvious flaws. In the end, she had nothing more to say.

“Xi Xiaoyan, you!”

“What?!”

“You really are too suspicious.”

Meng Chuwu’s remark wasn’t unfounded.

Their pact to focus on studies and avoid romance was already common knowledge in the honors class.

Yet there was one junior who became utterly infatuated with Meng Chuwu after seeing her just once during the morning exercises. His obsession ran deep, he confessed his feelings in every imaginable way, with such grand gestures that it even caught the attention of school administrators multiple times. Despite severe warnings, he would still show up outside the honors class window whenever he had time, rain or shine. As he put it, even if they couldn’t be together, just seeing Meng Chuwu was enough to satisfy him.

Unable to dissuade him, Meng Chuwu simply told him, “As long as you don’t get in my way, do whatever you want.”

Xi Xiaoyan happened to be there at the time, and afterward, she would often tease Meng Chuwu about it sometimes saying she hadn’t rejected him firmly enough, other times questioning her resolve to stay single, or even joking that the junior wasn’t bad-looking and that dating a younger guy might be fun.

“Hmph!”

“What will it take for you to believe me?”

Not far away, Chen Lanying watched their interaction and couldn’t help biting her fist in excitement, dragging Chi Qing along to witness it.

“Busy,” Chi Qing replied without looking up.

“Ugh! They’re way more captivating than any yuri manga! I’d love to see them get together!”

Chen Lanying’s words turned out to be almost prophetic.

By mid-December, the class’s arts committee member was struggling to find volunteers for the school’s New Year’s Eve performance. Despite multiple appeals, no one stepped forward.

Honors class students had never been enthusiastic about extracurricular activities, so the committee member had no choice but to stand at the podium and declare, “The moment to test our class’s collective pride has arrived! Now, let’s see who the most devoted little sweetheart of our class will be!” If no one volunteered this time, she planned to draw lots.

The moment she finished speaking,

nearly all thirty to forty pairs of eyes in the class turned toward Xi Xiaoyan and Meng Chuwu.

Their impromptu performance in music class was still fresh in everyone’s memory.

Especially Meng Chuwu even if she just casually played a piano piece, it would undoubtedly stun the audience, making winning an award for the class effortless.

Xi Xiaoyan, on the other hand, was naturally low-key.

She had the talent but disliked the spotlight.

So, faced with everyone’s expectant gazes, she pretended nothing was happening.

Meng Chuwu, who loved a good time, glanced sideways at Xi Xiaoyan, her eyes conveying a silent challenge: “Want me to take you for a ride?”

“Sure.” When it came to anything involving Meng Chuwu, Xi Xiaoyan rarely resisted.

Meng Chuwu grinned, then suddenly grabbed Xi Xiaoyan’s hand and raised it high.

Before the committee member could even react, the class erupted into thunderous applause.

No one knew how Xi Xiaoyan and Meng Chuwu prepared for the New Year’s Eve performance they attended classes as usual, never missing self-study sessions. Yet, despite this, everyone was confident in their abilities.

Word quickly spread that Linglu High’s two golden flowers would be performing together on New Year’s Eve.

By the last night of December, every fun-loving student from nearby schools had found a way into Linglu High, all eager to catch a glimpse of the legendary “chosen ones.”

The New Year’s Eve show proceeded as scheduled. Halfway through, the host announced, “Next up, we have a duet from Class 2 Honors. Please welcome Xi Xiaoyan and Meng Chuwu!”

Amid roaring applause, they took the stage.

Truth be told, Xi Xiaoyan and Meng Chuwu hadn’t prepared much they’d casually picked a song, practiced it a few times in private for fun, and that was it.

Adorned with white floral wreaths and dressed in pristine white gowns, each held a bouquet of white lisianthus, their shoes matching the snowy ensemble every inch of them radiated pure white.

When the spotlight fell upon them, the entire auditorium fell silent, every gaze irresistibly drawn to the stage. Meng Chuwu’s long, straight black hair cascaded over her shoulders, while Xi Xiaoyan sported her signature high ponytail. They looked like flawless, ethereal fairies descended upon the mortal world, untouched by worldly dust.

The girls envied their transcendent grace;

The boys felt the seeds of love sprouting uncontrollably within them;

As for the judges, some reminisced about their own fleeting youth upon seeing their radiant beauty, while others were left utterly spellbound, their thoughts momentarily suspended by the sight of the two girls on stage.

The melody of If Things began to play.

The moment the music started, Xi Xiaoyan and Meng Chuwu exchanged a knowing glance, smiles blooming in their eyes and curling at their lips.

For a brief instant, they seemed to forget they were on stage, forgot they were performing as if they were singing purely for each other. Their smiles were relaxed, natural, as if their eyes held no one else.

When Meng Chuwu began singing, many instinctively rubbed their arms or wiped their sweaty palms on their trousers.

Her voice was so mesmerizing it sent shivers down spines and made palms clammy.

“I don’t dare to confirm,” Xi Xiaoyan turned her head slightly toward Meng Chuwu and took over the verse. Her voice, pure yet sweet, clear yet enchanting, perfectly embodied the emotions of the lyrics through her gaze.

Were they merely singing?

No, it was unmistakably a mutual confession in motion!

Every audience member below the stage caught at least a hint of the unspoken connection between the two girls.

By the time their performance neared its end, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, “Get together! Get together! Get together!”

No matter how the discipline teacher tried to hush them, the chants only grew louder, unstoppable.

Only then did Xi Xiaoyan and Meng Chuwu seem to remember they were on stage. They raised their bouquets, waving cheerfully at the audience once, then again as if responding to the crowd’s fervent cries.

Finally, their flower-laden hands intertwined.

People are always more forgiving toward beauty. Whether they were in love or not hardly mattered as long as it was pleasing to the eye, as long as it looked beautiful, that was enough.

In that moment, even the discipline teacher was moved to tears by the two girls on stage.

For many, this scene might forever remain the pinnacle of beauty they had ever witnessed.

They had stepped onto the stage amid applause, and they left the same way.

After changing in the dressing room, Xi Xiaoyan turned to Meng Chuwu and said, “I’m taking you somewhere!”

“Alright.” At that moment, no matter where Xi Xiaoyan wanted to go, Meng Chuwu would follow without hesitation.

Xi Xiaoyan took Meng Chuwu’s hand, and they dashed out of the dressing room, leaving the student auditorium behind.

The two sprinted toward the teaching building, barely stopping until they reached the rooftop.

The rooftop faced the principal’s office, now shrouded in darkness.

Their footsteps and panting breaths shattered the rooftop’s silence.

From here, they could overlook half the campus.

The early winter night wind was biting, but it couldn’t cool the warmth of their clasped hands.

“Xi Xiaoyan,” Meng Chuwu teased, “did you drag me up here to confess your feelings?”

“Chu Wu, didn’t we already agree not to fall in love?”

“I always thought you and I were the exception.”

“Chu Wu, I’ve always wanted to ask, why did you choose ‘What If’ as our song? It’s older than both of us combined!”

“Xi Xiaoyan, the day I met you, I felt something.”

“What was it?”

“That, it wasn’t just déjà vu. I felt like I’d known you for lifetimes.”

“Chu Wu, maybe we knew each other in a past life. Or perhaps in another universe, we were inseparable.”

“You really believe that?”

In the dim moonlight, Chu Wu studied Xiaoyan’s profile. The night wind tangled their hair wildly.

“That morning we met, I was certain we’d crossed paths before long, long ago.”

“So?”

“Chu Wu, look! A shooting star!”

By the time Chu Wu followed Xiaoyan’s pointing finger, the meteor had already vanished. The wind howled relentlessly.

“Too fast,” Xiaoyan sighed, tilting her face toward the starry sky. Chu Wu leaned against the rooftop railing, watching Xiaoyan watch the cosmos.

“Xi Xiaoyan,” Chu Wu declared suddenly, “When you turn eighteen, I’m going to pursue you!”

Xiaoyan turned, meeting her gaze. “Chu Wu, when I turn eighteen, I’m going to date you!”

“So—”

“When did you start liking me?”

“Perhaps, I’ve liked you since ancient times.”

“Xi Xiaoyan, can affection truly span across lifetimes?”

“Even before meeting you, Sister Wu, I think I was already in love with you!”

“I feel the same my heart knew you before we ever met.”

In another universe, their family prepared for New Year celebrations, soon to welcome little Meng’s baby sister…

[The End]

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