After Becoming An Internet Sensation For Pretending To Be An Alpha, I Turned Into An Omega - Chapter 2

Bai Yue’s heart skipped a beat and her hand was trembling as she held the pen.

Was this her name’s abbreviation? Or did it mean something else?

She picked up her phone, wanting to ask Wang Xi if she had opened the gift yet, if it was a pen… and if it had any engravings…

But the words caught in her throat, refusing to come out.

What if she was overthinking it? After five years, An Leng might have completely forgotten who she was.

With these thoughts swirling in her mind, Bai Yue glanced at the pen in the box and stubbornly opened a translation app.

by: prep, near; next to; often used with passive verbs…

Just like something you’d see in an elementary school English textbook.

But Bai Yue’s gaze lingered on the first two words, and her face flushed again, despite herself…

Get closer…

It was just wishful thinking, but she couldn’t stop daydreaming about it. Switching back to the regular camera app, Bai Yue casually snapped a couple of selfies.

After sending the photos to Wang Xi for editing, she straightened her clothes and resumed dancing.

At GJ Entertainment headquarters, Bai Yue’s practice room on this floor boasted excellent soundproofing. Even at full volume, the music wouldn’t disturb anyone else.

The song she was relentlessly rehearsing was the one her fans had voted for her to perform in the finals.

The track’s infectious rhythm demanded precise, high-intensity dance moves, making it the most technically challenging piece for all the contestants.

Unaware of the technical difficulties, her fans simply loved the song’s seductive vibe. Their top reason for voting it in was: “Please, Sis, make our legs go weak with your performance!”

Bai Yue, ever attentive to her fans, was determined to deliver her absolute best.

Dancing at full tilt was exhausting. She repeated the robotic movements countless times until night fell.

After sending the recorded video to her dance teacher, Bai Yue finally opened Wang Xi’s message.

The photos had been edited, and a couple of grumbles were appended below:

[So aloof! Have you forgotten everything?!]

[Look at that blush! If I didn’t know you were practicing dance, I’d think you were shy about something.]

[I’ve restored the original color tones. Your good looks can’t withstand this kind of abuse!]

******

Reading the string of complaints, Bai Yue felt a little guilty.

Truth be told, I really was ‘shy’ for quite a while before taking those photos…

She casually saved one of the photos and replied:

[Got it! I’ll be more careful next time. Thanks for your hard work, Sis Xi!]

Switching to Weibo, her inbox was flooded with messages, causing her phone to freeze for a while. The latest message was from an old fan who had been following her since her days in the school street dance club.

*****

Two days ago:

[The stage was amazing, darling! You worked so hard, and everyone loved it!]

Yesterday:

[Dancing must be tough, but don’t worry, everyone’s cheering you on!]

Just now:

[When do you have time for a selfie, darling? Everyone’s dying to see!]

Bai Yue smiled as she read the messages. Ever since she’d become familiar with this fan a few years ago, every message ended with “everyone” as an excuse. As if those words didn’t just represent her own feelings.

A timid, devoted fan.

[On my way.]

She switched to her main page to post a Weibo. The selfie was a must, but the tricky part was finding the right caption. Her gaze wandered the room and settled on the white gift box in the corner.

With a selfish streak, Bai Yue wanted everyone to know she’d received An Leng’s gift.

She opened the box and arranged it attractively for the photo. Just as she was about to snap the shot, she noticed the English inscription on the pen, perfectly centered in the frame.

Feeling guilty, she rotated the pen, hiding the engraved side.

The Director’s gift to us.

It’s actually a gift An Leng gave me.

******

An Leng’s first day at the company was overwhelming. She spent the entire night poring over the artists’ files.

The last group was Wang Xi’s roster. With a light click of her mouse, she opened the alphabetically sorted folders, and the first name that appeared was Bai Yue.

An Leng’s hand froze, a sudden emptiness settling in her chest.

Everyone had always called Bai Yue an alpha, but after all these years, Bai Yue had never publicly confirmed it.

That’s why An Leng had always held onto this hope.

When An Leng saw the news that Bai Yue was participating in Idol while she was abroad, she learned that Bai Yue had actually signed with GJ as a trainee.

She immediately contacted her advisor, rushed to finish her thesis a month early, and graduated smoothly. The time she squeezed out was just enough to let her return home to watch the finals.

Picking up the now cold coffee with her left hand, An Leng clicked open the file with a serious expression.

Bai Yue’s photo appeared in the summary. Her expression was stern, almost fierce.

“She looks even prettier when she smiles and shows her dimple…” An Leng muttered, scrolling down. When she reached the gender field, the last shred of her hope vanished…

Alpha…

An Leng sighed. Faced with the cold, black text on a white background, she could only accept her fate.

It was just another hurdle on her long road to winning her wife’s heart.

At 11 PM, her phone beeped. Picking it up, she saw the newly changed pink wallpaper and momentarily wondered if it was even her phone. Thankfully, the facial recognition unlock confirmed it was hers.

[1 hour until the Vulnerable Period]

She was usually so busy that she feared she’d forget the date, so she marked it on her calendar. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she picked up her coffee and gulped it down. No wonder she’d been feeling a little unwell lately.

Out of habit, An Leng pulled open the right-hand drawer, but it was empty—the medicine wasn’t there.

Her eyebrows furrowed, An Leng pursed her lips and reached for her bag. She pulled out an elegant, vintage-looking pen.

The cap was missing, and the tip was crooked.

She wondered what kind of hardships it had endured.

Clutching the pen tightly, An Leng took a deep breath, forcing herself to maintain her composure at least until she got home.

She opened Weibo to distract herself. On her profile page, her account was marked with a yellow verified badge, and her bio read “Bai Yue Fan Club Host.”

Clearly, this wasn’t the official GJ Entertainment account that had tagged her earlier that day.

Opening her message list, she saw Bai Yue’s name pinned to the top.

After a moment’s thought, An Leng typed: “Darling, when do you have time to send a selfie? Everyone misses seeing you.”

Darling…

Those two words were An Leng’s greatest indulgence.

Her mood lifted considerably as she scrolled through the message list, seeing old fans sending her polished photos of Bai Yue.

Just as she put her phone down to focus on her work, the screen lit up again.

Sending now.

Those three words instantly filled An Leng’s heart with warmth.

She clicked on Bai Yue’s profile picture and refreshed her feed relentlessly. After five minutes of persistent refreshing, two photos finally appeared!

One was a selfie, and the other was the pen she’d given Bai Yue.

But when she zoomed in on the photo, she noticed the subtle details on the pen, and her uplifted smile immediately fell…

What’s going on… Did Bai Yue not see it?

Or does she just not care?

Could it be because the engraving is too faint…?

An Leng knew she was being irrational, but she couldn’t stop her mind from racing.

She refreshed the page, and the comment section instantly flooded with posts from countless waiting fans, all screaming in unison:

[Our treasure finally posted a selfie!]

[So handsome! Still practicing so late!]

[To be honest, why does this picture feel strangely seductive?]

[Waaah! Please, my wife, crush me with your love!]

Treasure, seductive, wife…

An Leng stared at the screen, her brows furrowed, the knuckles of her left hand, clutching the pen, turning white.

How dare they?!

With a swift motion, she stood up, consumed by the urge to get to Bai Yue immediately.

She opened the office door, and all the workers in the cubicles, still at their desks after hours, turned to stare at her.

“…”

Under the weight of so many eyes, An Leng suddenly snapped back to reality. She took a step back, closed the door, and took a deep breath to calm down and think.

She glanced at the clock. Bai Yue probably hasn’t eaten yet…

******

The GJ Building was bustling with people working overtime, but the practice rooms on the lower two floors were relatively quiet.

Trainees were striving tirelessly to one day stand on the stage.

Now, Bai Yue’s practice room was right in front of her.

An Leng nervously gripped the takeout bag—hamburger and fries, her favorite high school meal—and silently recited her prepared excuse one last time before pushing the door open.

Alphas in their vulnerable period are highly sensitive to the pheromones of other alphas and prone to hostility, so her heart raced as she entered.

The room was filled with a faint peach scent, likely from perfume, not pheromones. An Leng felt somewhat puzzled but also relieved.

Bai Yue was sitting cross-legged on the floor, scrolling through her phone. She looked up at the sound of movement.

Recognizing An Leng, Bai Yue quickly stood and greeted her: “Director An.”

“Mm,” An Leng replied, rubbing her nose with one hand. She held out the two paper bags in her right hand and said sternly, “Company takeout. I brought you an extra portion.”

When the moment arrived, none of the carefully prepared lines proved useful.

An Leng had expected Bai Yue to be curious and puzzled, but instead, she simply paused for a moment before stepping forward and taking the takeout bag.

This brought them very close together.

Perhaps Bai Yue’s task for the day was complete, for only half the lights in the room remained on. Under the warm glow, her face glowed with a rosy blush.

Like a peach.

Like biting into one…

Clearing her throat, An Leng forced herself to look away, feigning nonchalance.

“Thank you, Director,” Bai Yue said, her voice sounding incredibly gentle to An Leng’s ears. “Director An… where should we eat?”

“Let’s just eat here,” An Leng blurted out, then quickly corrected herself.

If they went to her office, they’d have to pass by the cubicles.

Seeing the overworked employees who hadn’t even gotten dinner would expose her flimsy excuse.

Bai Yue nodded without objection, then glanced around and hesitated. “There’s no table or chairs here. Usually, we just sit on the floor, Director…”

“It’s fine,” An Leng replied immediately. “This place is quiet, and sitting on the floor is perfectly fine.”

Bai Yue remembered that the old An Leng had also preferred to stay alone and quietly.

As they sat down, An Leng’s attention remained fixed on Bai Yue.

“Director, don’t you want to eat?” Bai Yue asked, lowering her head to bite into her burger. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that An Leng hadn’t even lifted her hand.

They were all high-calorie junk foods, probably ordered by some junior assistant upstairs without consulting An Leng.

Bai Yue looked up, their eyes meeting…

She froze, averting her gaze.

Then she saw An Leng lean forward, closing the distance between them.

But her back was against the wall, leaving her no room to retreat.

She squeezed her eyes shut, and then felt a gentle touch near her lips…

An Leng had reached out to wipe away the salad dressing on her mouth.

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