After Becoming An Internet Sensation For Pretending To Be An Alpha, I Turned Into An Omega - Chapter 13

Upon hearing the news, Wang Xi immediately called An Leng.

The call connected quickly. “Director An,” she said, “I need an explanation for what happened on Weibo. I don’t know what happened between you and Bai Yue, but we can’t control public opinion.”

“The fallout might not affect you much, but have you thought about Bai Yue? She’s still rising! If this becomes public, there’s no way to fix it.”

Silence stretched on the other end of the line.

After a long pause, An Leng’s voice finally came through the receiver, cool and detached: “A marketing strategy.”

Wang Xi immediately retorted, “What strategy? As her manager, I—”

Before she could finish, the phone beeped.

An Leng had hung up.

Clutching the phone, Wang Xi felt like her heart was about to demand a vacation.

A marketing strategy? Wang Xi didn’t buy it for a second!

From Shi Xiaoxia’s reaction, it was clear they knew each other.

But if it were really that simple, why had Bai Yue lied and claimed they weren’t acquainted?

What if their past drama got exposed by the paparazzi?

The thought sent her scrambling through the crisis PR files she’d prepared earlier.

There were guidelines on proper conduct, scripts for a fake romance with Chen Zi, even a scenario for an underground affair being exposed… but nothing about an affair with the Director!

She wondered how public opinion had shifted after that earlier incident.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Xi opened her Weibo feed. Then… she discovered the comment section was filled with harmony?

Even the marketing accounts were sympathizing with An Leng!

[To be honest, they really do look like a perfect match! I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt and ship them for now!]

[The main characters are actually liking this? Wake up! You’re both Alphas!]

[The most difficult couple in history! I’m shipping them anyway!]

[Either of those two would be fine with me!]

[The one above is dreaming!]

******

Their Weibo follower counts steadily increased, with An Leng even surpassing a million.

Wang Xi suddenly believed An Leng’s nonsense…

She leaned back comfortably in her chair and casually sent a red envelope in the PR group chat: 

[Thanks for all your hard work. The overtime is cancelled!]

*******

The next day…

Bai Yue woke up with an earbud still dangling from her ear. After tossing and turning all night, the headphone cord had become tangled around her neck.

Last night, Wang Xi had sent a message saying everything was fine, but An Leng wasn’t the only one with problems. Bai Yue herself was even more anxious!

Helplessly, she called Shi Xiaoxia to vent. The two of them spent the night huddled over their phones, obsessing over An Leng’s mental state.

Were the likes meant to ride the Weibo trend, generate buzz, and drive traffic?

Or were they genuine? Could it be that An Leng actually liked her, even just a little?

The call remained connected as they drifted off to sleep, chatting until around 6 AM. The conversation likely ended when Shi Xiaoxia forgot to charge her phone, causing it to shut down automatically.

Overnight, An Leng gained nearly two million new followers.

Fame brings its own set of troubles.

This was Bai Yue’s first time experiencing nationwide attention, and she understood the feeling all too well.

Rumors could surface at any moment, and details from An Leng’s past might be dug up. She worried An Leng might not be able to handle the pressure…

More than wondering if An Leng liked her, Bai Yue was deeply concerned about her mental state.

Holding her phone, she hesitated for a long time before finally opening An Leng’s WeChat.

[ Good morning, ] Bai Yue typed.

The message was sent, and a reply came back surprisingly quickly: 

[Just woke up?]

An Leng’s question was casual. After a moment’s thought, Bai Yue replied:

 [Yeah, I stayed up late last night.]

Across the hall, An Leng looked at her phone and took another sip of coffee to stay alert.

Last night, when she was getting ready for bed, she noticed the light was still on in the apartment across the hall. She brewed a cup of coffee, thinking she’d wait until Bai Yue went to sleep before turning in herself.

But she hadn’t expected that this wait would last until now…

9:40 PM.

Pinching the bridge of her nose, An Leng hadn’t even replied when Bai Yue sent another message:

 [I think I left my cup at your place.]

An Leng was momentarily stunned. Did this mean… they could see each other again?

Filled with sudden joy, she typed back:

 [Do you want to come get it now?]

I happened to make dinner, and I have leftovers I can’t finish.

After sending the message, An Leng stared at her phone, so anxious and excited she dared not blink.

Before long, a single word—”Okay”—washed away all the exhaustion from the night before.

Drinking the last of her coffee, she grabbed the cup and rushed to the kitchen to wash it.

Excitedly opening the fridge, she was momentarily at a loss…

The fridge was full of instant meals, with only two tomatoes as fresh produce. There was also a carton of eggs An Renjian had delivered two days ago…

She felt trapped in a curse of tomatoes and eggs.

There was no time to make rice, so An Leng reluctantly took out some plain noodles from the cabinet.

Cooking too much noodles is reasonable, right?

******

Bai Yue usually spent her free time training, and her wardrobe consisted mostly of plain, white basics.

But now that she’d gone viral, she wanted to keep a low profile.

For the first time ever, she wore black from head to toe, even her hat and mask.

Dressed in black, Bai Yue felt like she was roasting in the sun as she walked outside.

Passing by the supermarket again, she couldn’t resist going in and buying two bottles of ice-cold drinks to cool down.

Even though she’d been to An Leng’s place a few times before, she still felt nervous standing outside the door.

Taking a deep breath, she rang the doorbell.

A sudden, loud click echoed from inside the house, loud enough to hear clearly outside.

After waiting a moment, the door finally opened.

Bai Yue stepped inside and looked around. “What was that noise just now?”

“Nothing,” An Leng replied coolly, reaching up to smooth her hair.

Bai Yue noticed a tissue wrapped around her index finger. “Are you hurt? What happened?”

An Leng seemed surprised. She removed the tissue, revealing a shallow scratch on her fingertip. “It’s nothing. See? It’s not even bleeding.”

“Where’s the first aid kit?” Bai Yue persisted.

“…It should be on the shelf inside. Let me go get it,” An Leng said, but Bai Yue beat her to it.

The kit was well-stocked, with band-aids right on top.

Bai Yue grabbed one and walked over to the dining table, where she paused at the sight of two bowls of egg noodles.

“Tomato and egg noodles. Don’t mind them,” An Leng said, casually extending her injured finger.

Without thinking, Bai Yue stepped forward, tore off a piece of the bandage, and applied it to An Leng’s finger.

Bai Yue, focused on An Leng’s wound, didn’t notice An Leng had been suppressing her laughter with her head down.

“Be careful. You don’t have to push yourself. We could always order takeout,” Bai Yue said, helping An Leng stick the bandage in place. She then picked up the wrapper from the table and tossed it in the trash.

Hearing this, An Leng’s lips, which had been curled in triumph at her successful scheme, instantly fell.

Bai Yue, oblivious to the awkwardness, sat back down and picked up her chopsticks. “The restaurants around school are pretty good. We should try one next time.”

“I really can cook…” An Leng began, then quickly realized her mistake and corrected herself, “Okay! Next time I’ll treat you.”

The words came out so casually that Bai Yue only remembered what she’d said a moment later, nearly choking on a tomato.

“Right, right…” Bai Yue stammered, nodding.

An Leng ate happily, while Bai Yue was so nervous she was about to die.

Though An Leng’s cooking skills were terrible—she could even burn herself making simple noodles—this was the best tomato and egg noodles she’d ever tasted.

After they finished eating, Bai Yue volunteered to clear the dishes. “You can’t get your hand wet,” she said, not giving An Leng a chance to refuse. “Besides, in my family, the cook never washes the dishes.”

In my family…

An Leng smiled faintly, no longer resisting.

It was just two bowls of noodles. Bai Yue quickly emerged from the kitchen, only to find An Leng lying on the sofa, apparently asleep.

Is the Director’s work really that exhausting?

Bai Yue picked up a blanket from the armrest and gently draped it over An Leng.

An Leng looks so gentle when she’s asleep…

It makes you want to get closer to her.

Her eyelashes are so long.

In a moment of impulse, Bai Yue reached out, wanting to gently stroke An Leng’s eyelashes…

A beauty mark.

But before her fingertips could get too close, An Leng’s eyelashes fluttered, and she woke up.

“…What is it?”

An Leng looked at Bai Yue, then at her outstretched hand, clearly confused.

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