After Becoming An Internet Sensation For Pretending To Be An Alpha, I Turned Into An Omega - Chapter 1

Bai Yue hid in the bathroom and listened to the six-second voice message repeatedly for nearly twenty minutes, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Did you know that “An the Mute”  is back in the country! And she’s at your company!”

Her icy fingers hovered over the voice message button for a long moment. Taking a deep breath to steady her voice, she asked, “Is this for real?”

Shi Xiaoxia’s response came instantly, her voice echoing from the speaker: “Absolutely reliable! My son, daughter, and husband are all at GJ, and it’s even a statement from your official Weibo account!”

After hearing this, Bai Yue immediately switched to her Weibo app.

Sure enough, GJ Entertainment had posted an update half an hour prior: a personnel transfer notice with an attached image, and a mention of An Leng.

Following the link, Bai Yue saw that An Leng’s account was clearly newly registered, with no posts at all.

But the verified tag “GJ Entertainment” still stood out prominently.

So… An Leng was really coming back?

Bai Yue sniffled, aimlessly scrolling through her phone. The disinfectant smell of the public restroom stimulated her brain, helping to calm her down.

It’s just the same company.

An Leng wasn’t even a celebrity. They wouldn’t interfere with each other’s work, and they definitely wouldn’t see each other!

“Right! We definitely won’t see each other!” Bai Yue muttered to herself, sitting up from the toilet seat and pressing the flush button in a perfunctory manner.

As the water swirled, Bai Yue unlocked the door and stepped out, only to see a pair of black designer leather shoes directly in her path.

“Sorry, sorry! Did you have to wait long?” Bai Yue apologized repeatedly, glancing sideways at the half-open door of the adjacent stall.

So…

Was this person waiting for her to come out?

Her head snapped up, and their eyes met. Bai Yue felt the air around her vanish, her body instinctively recoiling as her phone clattered to the floor.

The figure before her leaned against the wall, arms crossed. Her red lips were exquisite, the corners of her eyes slightly upturned, and a beauty mark adorned her cheekbone.

No matter how much time had passed, Bai Yue would always recognize that face.

It was An Leng.

In other words, the “Mute An” that Shi Xiaoxia had been talking about. The one she had been replaying in her head for over twenty minutes was now standing right in front of her!

What were the odds?

When had An Leng entered? How long had she been listening? Would… would she think Bai Yue was crazy?

Bai Yue froze, petrified by her own fear, her mind going blank. An Leng stepped forward, picked up the fallen phone, checked it briefly, and handed it back with a detached, “It’s not damaged.”

Bai Yue snatched the phone, deliberately touching only one edge, subtly avoiding An Leng’s fingers.

The screen lit up accidentally. An Leng glanced at it, noticing the desktop wallpaper: a vibrant, succulent peach illustration, looking juicy and appetizing.

The silence was palpable as they stood facing each other. Bai Yue could only hear the pounding of her own heart.

After what felt like an eternity, she tentatively raised her head, only to meet An Leng’s puzzled gaze.

Bai Yue shrank back, stammering, “Wh-what’s wrong…?”

“Why haven’t you left?” An Leng frowned, pointing to the half-open stall beside her. “That one’s… under maintenance.”

Bai Yue froze, following An Leng’s gaze. The small sign reading “Maintenance” hung on the door, its color blending in with the surroundings, making it nearly invisible.

In that moment, Bai Yue felt she might faint from embarrassment. Forcing a strained smile, she nodded at An Leng and fled the restroom.

At the sink in the outer area, her reflection revealed a face flushed crimson from nerves.

Turning on the faucet, Bai Yue splashed cold water on her face, the icy droplets offering a slight respite from her burning cheeks.

As she wiped her face and let out a relieved breath, she heard a soft chuckle from inside the restroom.

Bai Yue’s face burned even hotter…

Panicking, I rushed out of the restroom, nearly knocking over the “Cleaning in Progress” sign at the door.

I wondered when the cleaning staff had placed it there. No wonder we’d been the only two in the restroom for so long.

Bai Yue’s practice room was around the corner. As she walked, she opened WeChat, glancing around guiltily like a thief. The corridor was empty; everyone was busy in their own practice rooms, paying her no attention.

“Just as you mentioned An Leng, I actually saw her!” Bai Yue whispered in a text to Shi Xiaoxia.

Shi Xiaoxia replied quickly, the background noise suggesting she was in the school cafeteria: “You went? For real?! Did I just jinx it?”

“It happened right after I listened to your voice message!” Bai Yue replied, then pushed open the practice room door.

The full-length mirror revealed her flushed face, leaving no place to hide her nervous excitement.

Even she hadn’t expected that after so long, seeing An Leng again would still affect her so deeply.

I have to go now, I need to keep practicing, Bai Yue typed, worried that Shi Xiaoxia might detect something in her tone.

Fortunately, Shi Xiaoxia, ever carefree, replied: “Alright! Then let me struggle alone in the sea of graduation project misery!” Though there was a hint of grumbling in her tone, she seemed to have missed any clues.

Bai Yue put away her phone, leaned against the wall, and sat down, taking a large gulp of the white peach drink beside her.

Thinking back, she realized her decision to join GJ Entertainment had stemmed from Shi Xiaoxia’s carefree remark…

After joining the school’s street dance club, their weekly task was to upload a dancing video using the club’s account.

Bai Yue was usually soft-spoken and gentle, with a faint dimple when she smiled. But the moment she started dancing, her stern expression made her seem like a completely different person. Her stage presence was dazzling and eye-catching, and the comments flooded with fans shouting, “Sis A is on fire!”

But the truth was… Bai Yue hadn’t differentiated yet.

*****

In daily life, Bai Yue had always identified as an Alpha, even developing a habit of constantly wearing perfume to mask and mimic an Alpha’s scent.

She had always taken the online comments in stride, until early this year when GJ Entertainment approached her about signing a contract.

GJ was one of the top entertainment companies in the country, and the offer was incredibly tempting. Becoming an idol would also give her a wider network, perhaps even helping her find her.

Unfortunately, the contract clearly stated: “Must always maintain the image of a cool, aloof, and fierce A-type personality.”

Adhering to principles of honesty and integrity, Bai Yue sent an email to the company: “Hello, I have some questions about the contract and wondered if your company has time to discuss them.”

GJ Entertainment responded swiftly, their reply brimming with the confidence and authority of a major corporation.

“Please elaborate.”

Staring at the cold, curt response, Bai Yue picked up the phone and called Shi Xiaoxia, the only person who knew her true identity.

Shi Xiaoxia was initially ecstatic, begging Bai Yue to ask for autographs from the company’s stars if she managed to get in…

Just as Bai Yue was about to hang up, Shi Xiaoxia blurted out, “GJ Entertainment? I think the president of their group might be named An…”

Bai Yue froze, then immediately hung up and replied to the email: “Never mind! I’m sure GJ is the best! Looking forward to our collaboration!”

******

An Leng had simply come to this floor to test her luck, never expecting to actually encounter her.

When she saw Bai Yue’s back, An Leng felt her heart might leap out of her chest.

As Bai Yue entered the restroom, An Leng initially planned to quietly slip into a stall and hide. But then she heard a voice playing loudly from inside—a voice talking about her.

Only Shi Xiaoxia called her “mute”… Was she Bai Yue’s high school friend? Were they still in contact?

An Leng lowered her head, pursed her lips, and turned with a gloomy expression. She moved the “Cleaning in Progress” sign to block the entrance, placing it right in the middle…

******

Recalling her childish behavior earlier, An Leng couldn’t suppress a chuckle.

Her fingertips danced across the screen as she scrolled through Weibo for ages, finally settling on a peach-themed wallpaper that met her standards.

Save to album, set as wallpaper, change background.

After years of a solid black background, today’s update brought a vibrant pink peach to her phone.

No sooner had she finished changing the wallpaper than a notification popped up. An Leng casually tapped to open it.

[Xie Yijin: Everything’s been purchased.]

Xie Yijin: [Image]

The photo showed the trunk of a car stuffed with white bags—gifts for her colleagues upon her arrival.

When she first heard that An Leng wanted to give fountain pens as welcome gifts, Xie Yijin had been shocked. After all, hardly anyone used such things anymore.

“Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider?”

“We’re giving fountain pens,” An Leng replied without looking up, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Left with no choice, Xie Yijin contacted the manufacturer and practically bought out their entire stock.

[Good.Satisfied, An Leng tapped out a reply: <i>Bring a set to my office.]

[Understood.]

******

In the training room, Bai Yue practiced a dance routine to a pop song over a dozen times, channeling her excitement into energy and dancing with even greater intensity than usual.

As the music abruptly cut off at the end, Bai Yue stopped and turned around. Wang Xi stood by the speakers, holding a white paper bag.

“What’s up?” Bai Yue asked, then pulled out her portable white peach perfume from her pocket and sprayed it twice around her.

“If you have time to spray perfume, you might as well take a shower,” Wang Xi said with a raised eyebrow, handing her the paper bag.

“It’s just that we’re so busy and pressed for time…” Bai Yue said, feigning a complaint as she accepted the bag.

“I checked the votes—you have the most. Hang in there a little longer,” Wang Xi said, oblivious to anything amiss. “I just passed by the new director’s office. Her assistant asked me to deliver this to you.”

Bai Yue’s hands froze mid-action.

The new artist director…?

“An Leng?” Bai Yue blurted out.

“You know her?” Wang Xi asked, surprised. She’d only met the woman today.

“We’ve had a brief encounter…” In the restroom.

Wang Xi didn’t think much of it. She simply patted Bai Yue on the shoulder and said, “Keep practicing your dance. Don’t forget to post your daily selfie today.”

Bai Yue took a deep breath and nodded. After seeing Wang Xi off, she leaned against the wall and sat down, her eyes fixed intently on the bag in her arms.

Rubbing her hands, Bai Yue carefully removed the box, looking as if she were performing a delicate surgery.

The box wasn’t large. When she lifted the lid, she found a pen resting quietly inside.

It was definitely An Leng’s style.

Back in high school, Bai Yue had known that An Leng liked fountain pens and had deliberately bought the same model.

Picking up the pen, Bai Yue twirled it around, then suddenly noticed:

At the end of the pen cap, two small English letters were engraved: BY.

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