After Becoming An Internet Sensation For Pretending To Be An Alpha, I Turned Into An Omega - Chapter 19

The rain finally let up in the middle of the night. After a quick breakfast, Father Bai headed off to work, while Bai Yue and the others bid Zhao Ping farewell to head home.

Since Bai Yue had the day off, she changed into something comfortable once she got back, planning to use the free time to finish the arrangement for the song she’d written the day before. The backup was still on her phone, so she grabbed a notebook and pen, then reflexively reached out to feel the clothes she had just tossed onto the sofa.

Her hand met nothing but air. The pockets were empty.

Bai Yue bolted upright as if she’d been struck by lightning. She clearly remembered tearing those pages out and tucking them right into that pocket!

Panic set in instantly. She dialed Zhao Ping, hoping against hope that she’d simply left them at the house. Zhao Ping did a frantic sweep of the place, checking every nook and cranny, but came up empty-handed.

She was doomed.

Knock, knock.

A sudden rapping at the door broke through her spiraling thoughts. She wasn’t expecting anyone today. Bai Yue leaned into the peephole; outside stood Shi Xiaoxia, sporting a baseball cap and casually blowing bubbles with her gum.

Bai Yue swung the door open, only then noticing the two massive grocery bags in Xiaoxia’s hands.

“What are you doing here?” Bai Yue asked, grabbing a pair of slippers for her.

“We didn’t really get a chance to finish our talk this morning…” Xiaoxia started to walk in, but stopped dead in her tracks, looking around for a place—any place—to step.

“Your place… did you get robbed?”

Xiaoxia knew Bai Yue was messy, but she hadn’t expected it to be “no standing room available” levels of chaotic.

“I’m busy looking for something,” Bai Yue muttered, running a hand through her hair as she took the bags. She kicked some clutter aside to clear a narrow path for her friend.

The bags were stuffed with snacks and drinks—the kind of high-calorie fare that made Bai Yue’s mouth water. She looked at them skeptically. “Are these actually for me?”

“…Does it matter which one of us eats them?” Xiaoxia shrugged, wrapping her gum in a piece of tissue and tossing it into the bin.

Bai Yue arched an eyebrow. “Is this a confession session?”

Xiaoxia popped open a can of Coke, took a long swig, and nodded. “I’ve got nothing left to say about Wang Xi. So, tell me—what exactly happened between you and An Leng last night?”

“Are you two really… wait, did I hear that right?!” Bai Yue’s eyes widened, her search forgotten for a split second. She was floored.

Xiaoxia admitted it with surprising nonchalance. She reached for the remote, turned on the TV, and found a horror movie to put on in the background. “I’ve said my piece. Your turn.”

Even though they were close friends, Bai Yue still couldn’t wrap her head around Xiaoxia’s idea of “background noise.” She snatched the remote, turned the volume down to a dull murmur, and finally sat down, looking hesitant.

“As for me and An Leng, nothing’s really happened. Probably.”

She walked Xiaoxia through the entire ordeal, ending with a frustrated groan. “The biggest problem now is that I can’t find those two pages of lyrics…”

“You didn’t drop them in her car, did you?” Xiaoxia picked up the discarded jacket to inspect it. The pocket wasn’t torn, but it was shallow; anything inside could easily slide out the moment someone sat down.

Bai Yue froze. She smacked her forehead, looking like she wanted to cry.

If those papers were in that car, there was absolutely no way she could explain them away.

Xiaoxia checked the time, doing some quick mental math. “The ‘Little Mute’ should be at the office by now. I’ll try to feel things out through Wang Xi… Since no one has called to grill you yet, it’s probably not a disaster. Yet.”

She paused, then added seriously, “If you still want to perform that song at the birthday gala, you’d better change the lyrics. Otherwise, it’s too risky.”

Bai Yue knew she was right. But as Xiaoxia finished, Bai Yue couldn’t help but remark, “I’ve noticed… since you got with Wang Xi, you’ve suddenly become… reliable?”

Xiaoxia’s hand froze as she reached for her phone. “…Just what kind of person was I in your head before this?”

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Having indulged in a half-day’s leave, An Leng returned to the office to find a mountain of documents waiting for her. Every single one required her personal review and signature.

Xie Yijin’s office was right outside her own. As An Leng walked past, she tossed her car keys onto Yijin’s desk. “Take it to the 4S shop for a service, would you?”

Retreating into her office, An Leng brewed a cup of coffee and rubbed her temples, settling in for a serious work session. She hadn’t been seated long when Wang Xi knocked and entered, carrying a folder.

“What is it?”

An Leng took the folder and flipped through it. It was a contract for a digital cover shoot with GJ Magazine. The name slot was blank, and the terms weren’t the ones usually drafted for Bai Yue.

“Since you’ll be representing GJ alongside Bai Yue in the variety show The Music Journey,” Wang Xi explained, clearing her throat, “the plan is to have the two of you do a joint shoot for promotional purposes.”

The production team had been ecstatic when GJ suddenly agreed to let An Leng participate. Contracts for both of them were already being finalized. Since An Leng wasn’t a professional artist, Wang Xi had to handle the PR hand-off personally. However, standing before her superior, her usual sharp professional edge softened into a more cautious, collaborative tone.

An Leng kept her face a mask of professional cool as she looked at the contract, but internally, she was over the moon.

Take that, Chen Zi! Official company-backed CP branding beats everything!

She skimmed two pages and signed her name with a flourish. Her decisiveness left Wang Xi momentarily stunned.

As she took the folder back, Wang Xi hesitated, looking conflicted. “Director An… about yesterday… nothing happened between you and Bai Yue, right?”

That morning, no matter how much she pried, Shi Xiaoxia wouldn’t budge. But Wang Xi had heard that word—slept—loud and clear. She had spent the entire morning monitoring social media for any “black material” on Bai Yue, but the internet was quiet. Even so, her poor heart couldn’t take much more of this suspense.

An Leng looked up, genuinely puzzled. “What could have happened?”

“As long as everything’s fine…” Wang Xi blurted out, clenching her fists and silently yelling at herself to wake up. They’re both Alphas, for heaven’s sake!

After Wang Xi left, An Leng stretched her neck and leaned back. Aside from a slight lack of sleep, she was perfectly fine.

She lost track of time in the paperwork until her phone suddenly buzzed.

Bai Yue: At the office? Everything going smoothly?

An Leng rubbed her eyes. Even though she knew it was just a polite check-in, a wave of warmth washed over her.

She curled her lips into a small smile and typed back: I’m here.

She then held down the record button and sent a short video of the stacks of files on her desk. But after that, the other side went silent.

An Leng pouted slightly. Just as she was about to lock her phone, a message from Xie Yijin popped up.

Xie Yijin: [Image]

Xie Yijin: Director, the shop staff found this in the car. I’ve put it in the glove box for you.

An Leng frowned and tapped the image. It was a piece of paper, folded neatly into a square. It bore no markings, but the paper looked yellowed and aged.

She didn’t remember having anything like that in her car.

An Leng: Open it. Let me see.

It took a few minutes before Xie Yijin sent back several photos.

The office was silent. The only sound was the faint, rhythmic tick-tock of the wall clock.

An Leng tapped the first photo to enlarge it. Suddenly, her head felt like it had exploded.

A sharp, high-pitched ringing filled her ears.

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