After Becoming An Internet Sensation For Pretending To Be An Alpha, I Turned Into An Omega - Chapter 11

“Mute… An?” Shi Xiaoxia repeated, her voice barely above a whisper, lacking confidence.

Wang Xi heard clearly this time and slapped her thigh, her eyes crinkling in amusement as she chuckled.

“…Alright, the show’s about to start,” An Leng reminded them coolly, her expression frosty.

Wang Xi quickly composed herself, already planning to corner Shi Xiaoxia later to pry about this “Little Mute” business.

The audience settled into a hushed anticipation.

The stage remained dark.

Just as impatience began to stir, a click echoed, and a spotlight pierced the darkness from behind.

Bai Yue’s silhouette was etched on the stage, like a vivid, bold painting.

She had been searching for An Leng’s seat since the moment the lights went out.

Fortunately, she’d memorized the general direction during rehearsals, and since he was still sitting in the same spot, it was easy to find him.

He was in the middle, slightly to the left.

Bai Yue took a deep breath, and all the decorative chains on her body suddenly emitted a soft silver light.

In the audience, some fans raised their hands, revealing pale yellow bracelets—the color of the moon.

The next moment, the music’s intro began.

Bai Yue began dancing gracefully, blending with her surroundings yet standing out like a sore thumb.

The first half of the song was seductive and alluring, while the latter half erupted with explosive intensity and aggression.

Her waist was supple, each hip sway captivating. Her fans were mostly Omegas and Betas, with only a handful of Alphas.

As the dance progressed, Omegas screamed and went weak at the knees, Betas burned with passion, and Alphas were consumed by burning possessiveness.

Only by conquering such a beauty could an Alpha truly live up to their purpose!

Suddenly, the lights came on.

The backup dancers appeared, and the chorus of the song began.

The dance style completely changed, becoming hot and edgy.

The camera zoomed in on Bai Yue. On the big screen, her lips curled into a defiant smile, like a wolf hunting through the forest.

For the final pose, the music stopped, and the backup dancers surrounded her.

Bai Yue raised her hand in a sniper-like gesture. With a click in the music, she shot right into the hearts of her fans.

[Two tears slid down her cheeks.]

[She shot my heart. Will she take responsibility, sis?]

[Mom, come quick! She’s glowing!]

The screen beside the stage lit up with scrolling comments.

What no one knew was that she had changed the final pose at the last minute.

Her purpose was to turn her right cheek toward the camera, revealing the mole at the corner of her eye to everyone.

The music stopped, and the arena fell silent.

3, 2, 1…

Bai Yue’s fans were the first to react, jumping to their feet and cheering. The entire crowd quickly erupted into wild applause.

It wasn’t just a few die-hard fans cheering this time; Bai Yue’s name echoed throughout the entire arena.

Wang Xi quietly stood up, preparing to escort Bai Yue backstage to the dressing room.

Beside her, An Leng clenched her fists, struggling to suppress the lewd thoughts swirling in her mind.

The audience’s adoration for Bai Yue was sacred, a sentiment that shouldn’t be violated.

But An Leng was different.

While Bai Yue was on stage, the images in An Leng’s mind could only be described as vulgar—undoubtedly focused below the neck.

And though it might have been her imagination, she couldn’t shake the feeling that Bai Yue’s gun had subtly shifted to point in her direction during the performance.

Yet even with all that, the dazzling figure on stage belonged to the fans, to everyone, but not to her…

The more An Leng dwelled on it, the more resentful she felt, blaming it all on the lingering effects of her Vulnerable Period. She even considered using that as an excuse to storm backstage, pin Bai Yue against a wall, and…

After indulging in this wild fantasy, An Leng trembled slightly from the effort of restraint.

“Little Mute?” Shi Xiaoxia shifted closer and teased, “I can smell your pheromones. Vulnerable Period? Did you bring your meds?”

As an Omega, Shi Xiaoxia was naturally sensitive to Alpha pheromones. An Leng’s particularly potent pheromones were overwhelming her, making her feel restless and agitated.

Hearing this, An Leng murmured a quick “Excuse me” and hurried to the restroom.

Shi Xiaoxia watched her go, shrugged, and after a moment’s thought, pulled out her phone and texted Bai Yue: I can smell it. She smells like oolong tea, just like her perfume.

That’s how far a friend will go. Shi Xiaoxia marveled at her own cleverness.

On the way to the restroom, An Leng pulled out a portable pill case from her pocket, dumped the pills into her mouth, and swallowed them all at once.

Don’t act impulsively. Absolutely don’t act impulsively…

Not yet, at least.

The water in the restroom was cold. An Leng splashed it on her face, trying to wash away the filthy thoughts swirling in her mind.

“An Leng?” Bai Yue’s voice suddenly rang out.

Sis Xi was busy, so Bai Yue had come to fill her thermos with hot water herself. She’d just finished replying to Shi Xiaoxia when she turned around and saw An Leng.

What a coincidence.

An Leng looked up at her, the rims of her eyes slightly red. Her first thought, however, was: Did I use waterproof eyeliner today?

“What’s wrong? Should I call Xie Yijin?” Bai Yue asked, moving to leave. Before she could take a step, An Leng grabbed her arm.

Bai Yue froze, the icy chill seeping through the fabric and into her skin.

An Leng cleared her throat, aware her voice was hoarse. “I’m fine… it was just my contact lenses. I took them out and it’s better now.”

“Oh, that’s good,” Bai Yue replied softly, her gaze fixed intently on An Leng’s face. Drops of water slid down her nose and chin, some tracing the curve of her neck and disappearing beneath her shirt.

Half of the collar was soaked, the white fabric now translucent and clinging to her skin. Bai Yue felt it was almost indecent.

Why does she always wear shirts?!

Long, inky hair cascaded down, but a few strands near her face, damp with water, lay straight and clinging.

Seeing Bai Yue relax, An Leng released her grip and pulled out a tissue to dab at the water on her face. When she looked up, she found Bai Yue still staring intently.

“What are you looking at?”

“You,” Bai Yue replied matter-of-factly.

An Leng paused, thinking she must have misheard. “My clothes?”

“You’re beautiful.”

An Leng hadn’t expected such a blunt response. Was this a friendly compliment between friends? Or was Bai Yue subtly flaunting her Alpha charm to tease her?

When she didn’t know how to react, she suddenly remembered Qiu Shaoyang’s crude but true words: “You’ll never find a wife if you’re too thin-skinned.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong.

“Consider that a compliment,” An Leng said directly. Before Bai Yue could react, she added, “I’m not familiar with this place. Could you help me dry my hair and curl it?”

By the time Bai Yue realized she’d blurted out something so embarrassing, it was too late. She could only nod dumbly, her ears burning crimson as she turned away.

The two found an empty dressing room. Bai Yue tossed her thermos aside and rummaged through the drawers to find a hairdryer and curling iron.

As soon as she plugged them in and turned around, she saw An Leng looking pitifully at her, her voice hoarse. “I’m thirsty…”

Bai Yue offered kindly, “Should I get some water?”

An Leng shook her head. “I don’t want to wait.”

Holding the hairdryer, Shi Xiaoxia was right. The alluring aroma of oolong tea filled the air, its bewitching scent lingering in the air.

“Otherwise, you can have mine…” Bai Yue mumbled awkwardly. “It’s got fat sea-buckthorn inside, good for your throat.”

An Leng had been waiting for this. She immediately picked up the cup and took a sip. The water was just the right temperature, but the real warmth came from her heart.

Having a thick skin really does make things easier.

Bai Yue tested the hairdryer, setting it to hot air, and saw An Leng already seated in the chair. For some reason, she naturally walked up and began drying An Leng’s hair.

Holding An Leng’s long hair in her hands, she was enveloped by its fragrance. For the first time, she found the tea scent so enticing—she couldn’t even imagine how An Leng’s pheromones must smell.

The hair dried quickly. An Leng took the dryer to blow dry her clothes and asked, “Do you know how to curl hair?”

Bai Yue glanced at the curling iron that had been waiting nearby, then at An Leng’s long hair. Nodding determinedly, she said, “Yes.”

Even though she usually had short hair, she’d seen pigs run before. It’s just about curling hair—how hard could it be? She was definitely capable!

But…

The two women exchanged uncertain glances.

An Leng looked at herself in the mirror and asked hesitantly, “Did I… curl it backwards?”

“Looks like it…” Bai Yue sighed helplessly, resigned to straightening the hair and starting over.

A new round of trials began, but she still didn’t know where to start. It felt like no matter how she tried, she couldn’t quite get it right.

“Like this…” An Leng couldn’t stand watching any longer. She took Bai Yue’s hand and gently guided her, “Pinch the hair here, and curl it at this angle…”

The moment their hands touched, Bai Yue’s mind went blank. She couldn’t think straight.

Thankfully, An Leng was holding her hand. With what little consciousness she retained, Bai Yue glanced at the mirror. An Leng was teaching her earnestly, while her own blush was so intense that even the foundation couldn’t hide it.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed from the doorway.

Then Wang Xi’s voice rang out, making both women flinch reflexively.

“What are you doing wandering around here? You’re about to go on stage!” Wang Xi muttered as she entered, only to find Bai Yue wasn’t alone.

Noticing their flushed faces and the suggestive way they were standing, Wang Xi’s instincts as a manager kicked in. She instinctively closed the door behind her.

After carefully observing the two, Wang Xi leaned against the door and whispered, “Are you two… really okay?”

“I was just helping Director An curl her hair!”

Bai Yue instinctively tried to wave her hand and explain, but the curling iron got tangled in the hair, accidentally pulling out several strands of An Leng’s hair.

Wang Xi clicked her tongue. Even watching made her wince.

Bai Yue hurriedly unfastened the curling iron from An Leng’s hair, apologizing repeatedly, “Sorry, I…”

“It’s fine,” An Leng cut her off, her expression unchanged, but Bai Yue detected a hint of resentment in her voice.

Was it because she’d called her “Director An”?

Unfortunately, through the mirror, she couldn’t see An Leng’s expression.

“You’ve never curled your hair before. Don’t waste time!” Wang Xi urged anxiously, snatching the curling iron from Bai Yue. “I’ll do it. You need to get ready for your performance!”

“This is fine,” An Leng said, standing up and evading Wang Xi’s hand. She casually smoothed her hair in the mirror, then turned to Bai Yue and said matter-of-factly, “Let’s go.”

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