After Becoming An Internet Sensation For Pretending To Be An Alpha, I Turned Into An Omega - Chapter 4

After hanging up the phone, Bai Yue went to take a shower, her phone buzzing incessantly with notifications.

When she emerged, towel-drying her hair, she grabbed her phone to see a red notification badge with “99+” unread messages—over a hundred in total.

All of them were from the group chat for her idol program.

But this group only sent notifications about program rehearsals and recordings two days before the competition. Besides, even if she missed them, Wang Xi would have told her.

She opened the chat and, as expected, saw the screen flooded with “Thank you, boss!” messages, accompanied by various memes. Someone must have sent a red envelope.

It had been so long; even the biggest red envelope would have been depleted by now. Bai Yue couldn’t be bothered to scroll back and check.

As she exited the chat, Bai Yue was about to turn off her phone when a new message popped up: [ An Leng has requested to add you as a friend ]

Bai Yue’s legs went weak, and she collapsed to the floor, her mind buzzing as she stared at the screen for what felt like an eternity…

An Leng actually sent a friend request?

She clicked to view the verification information: [ An Leng, Director of Talent at GJ Entertainment. ]

After confirming it was genuine, Bai Yue instantly cheered and jumped up. But in her haste, she stood too quickly, and her vision went dark.

Leaning against the bed, she sat up and stared at the interface, momentarily torn.

If she agreed, how would she greet him first?

[ Director An, are you well? ] Too stiff.

[ Director An, have you arrived home? ] Would showing too much concern make me seem like I have ulterior motives?

Director An…

After agonizing over it, Bai Yue gritted her teeth and finally gave in to the temptation, approving the friend request.

In the opposite building, An Leng had just finished drying her hair and leaned back against the headboard when her phone buzzed beside the pillow.

I’ve approved your friend request. We can start chatting now.

Reading this system notification, An Leng couldn’t help but smile.

She recalled their first year of high school when neither of them had phones or any way to contact each other. Because of that, after she left school, she had no way to reach Bai Yue.

Through the gaps in the curtains, she could see a few lit windows in the opposite building.

Although her plan had been to live near Bai Yue, she hadn’t expected this coincidence: their two buildings were actually facing each other.

I wonder which floor she’s on…

An Leng burrowed deeper into her blankets and typed: [ Today is my first day on the job, so I’m reaching out to get an update on the finals preparations. ]

Before Bai Yue could even decide how to start the conversation, An Leng’s message arrived.

Still that same businesslike tone.

Seeing the “you” on the screen, Bai Yue pursed her lips and continued, “I’m preparing a dance-pop song for the finals. We’ve practiced it almost to perfection, and we’ll be recording it tomorrow.”

An Leng, worried that Bai Yue might be putting too much pressure on herself, typed, “Don’t worry too much.”

After sending the message, An Leng paused, then added, “But you still need to give it your all.”

A long time passed before Bai Yue replied, “Don’t worry, Director An.”

Her message included an audio file.

An Leng clicked to play the file. Bai Yue’s voice flowed through the speakers.

The track lasted two minutes and fourteen seconds. An Leng listened intently, surprised that Bai Yue had sent her a rough demo.

Bai Yue’s voice was truly remarkable. In interviews, her tone was soft and delicate, but when she sang, it transformed into something mature and captivating.

Many fans had fallen for her precisely because of this contrast.

Some even joked that Bai Yue must be the gentlest Alpha in existence.

Unable to resist, An Leng listened to the demo three or four times before finally logging out. After much deliberation, she restrained herself and simply typed, “It’s good.”

******

Meanwhile, Bai Yue sat upright on her bed, waiting for a response. Over ten minutes had passed since she sent the file, but all she’d received was this vague, three-word reply.

Initially, she’d been delighted by An Leng’s concern. But the second message left her feeling deflated.

Was he implying she wasn’t trying hard enough?

Bai Yue didn’t want her crush to think she was incompetent, so in a fit of frustration, she sent An Leng a rough demo of the song she’d sung a few days earlier from her favorites folder.

Seeing the message, Bai Yue defiantly clicked to open the demo.

After listening for just a minute, she couldn’t stand it anymore.

She’d sent the wrong file…

She’d recorded many versions of this song, but the one she’d sent to An Leng was the very first.

Back then, she wasn’t yet familiar with the song, and her pronunciation and phrasing were all wrong—it was unbearable to listen to…

Now that she wanted to take it back, it was too late.

Bai Yue flopped back onto her bed, repeatedly editing and re-editing a single message.

[ Sorry, Director An… ] No, that’s not right.

[ President An, I sent the wrong file. ] That’s no better.

An Leng was on the other end of the screen, watching the “typing…” status flicker back and forth, but no reply came.

Five or six minutes later, her eyes burning, her phone finally vibrated.

Bai Yue: [ Thank you, Director /rose ]

An Leng: …

Bai Yue: [ Director, get some rest /cute ]

An Leng: …[ Okay. ]

Two short messages ended An Leng’s perfunctory small talk.

Transferring the audio file to her music app, Bai Yue connected her headphones and set it to loop as she fell asleep.

That night, she slept the most soundly she had since entering her Alpha Vulnerable Period.

*******

The next morning, Bai Yue was woken by Wang Xi’s phone call. After washing up, she threw on a white short-sleeved shirt, grabbed a jacket, and hurried downstairs.

As soon as she got in the car, Wang Xi couldn’t help but complain, “We’re supposed to be idols. Can’t you pay a little more attention to your image?”

Bai Yue checked her messy hair in the rearview mirror and smoothed it down. “Like this?”

Wang Xi glanced at her still-tousled hair, twitched her lips, and slammed on the gas pedal, speeding off.

During the drive, Bai Yue used the time to study. Her dance teacher had already reviewed yesterday’s video and left several long audio comments with suggestions. She listened to each one carefully, pausing to switch to her notes app and jot down the key points.

Midway through note-taking, Shi Xiaoxia’s message popped up. She opened it and heard the voice message: “Want to grab lunch together at noon?”

Before she could reply, Wang Xi asked, “Is that a classmate?”

Bai Yue hummed in acknowledgment.

“You’re not the same as before now. You need to be careful everywhere you go,” Wang Xi warned, sounding concerned. “Is she an Alpha too?”

Bai Yue was silent for a long moment before she finally said, “Omega…”

Wang Xi paused slightly, then gave her a meaningful look. “You know the rules, right? No dating for the first three years after signing with GJ.”

Bai Yue shook her head vigorously, like a rattle drum, and waved her hands. “Don’t worry, Sis Xi! Our relationship is purely platonic. We’ve been classmates since high school.”

Wang Xi raised an eyebrow. “Childhood sweethearts?”

Bai Yue retorted, “More like fake sisters.”

“…Fine,” Wang Xi finally relented, clearing her throat. “For safety’s sake, I’ll decide the time and place. I’ll take you home after the recording.”

Bai Yue immediately agreed and sent the details to Shi Xiaoxia.

Shi Xiaoxia quickly replied, her message dripping with resentment: “Once you’re in the industry, you’re trapped. Even meeting for a meal isn’t as simple as it used to be…”

Two voice messages followed automatically, the second one picking up where the first left off: “Great! This girl wants to meet your manager too, to see what kind of tigress she is!”

Bai Yue: …

Wang Xi: …

Until they arrived, Bai Yue sat upright, not daring to play with her phone.

When the car stopped, she pulled her mask up and was about to get out when Wang Xi stopped her.

Reaching into the back seat, Wang Xi grabbed a black fisherman’s cap and tossed it to her. “Take this.”

Bai Yue caught it and put on the sunglasses she had in her pocket, fully equipped, she looked at Wang Xi and waited obediently for her nod.

Wang Xi said nothing. She simply got out of the car first and opened the door for Bai Yue, showing her magnanimity through her actions.

The teacher at the recording studio was someone Bai Yue knew well, and the session went smoothly.

However, after singing several times in a row, her voice was a little hoarse by the end.

She took the thermos Wang Xi offered, took a sip, and checked her messages. It was a text from Shi Xiaoxia, sent two minutes earlier: I’m already here, waiting for you in the private room!

Sitting in a chair, Bai Yue replied to the message while Wang Xi stood nearby, packing up her things. “How did you get home yesterday?” Wang Xi asked. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Normally, if Bai Yue went home on her own, she would check in before getting in the car and after arriving home.

Bai Yue choked on her water and coughed for a while. “Director An gave me a ride home.”

Wang Xi raised an eyebrow, noticing her awkwardness. “You really don’t know each other?”

“Of course not!” Bai Yue replied solemnly, looking serious.

“But she asked me for your exact address yesterday…” Wang Xi said thoughtfully, then waved her hand dismissively. “Look at her, taking time off whenever she wants…”

Bai Yue focused on the important part and interrupted. “Director An took time off? What’s wrong with her?”

“How would I know?” Wang Xi replied matter-of-factly, wearing a look that said, And you’re still claiming you don’t know each other?

Bai Yue paused, realizing she’d spoken too quickly. She cleared her throat to cover her embarrassment, then tightened the cap on her water bottle and put it back in her bag. “Last night, she didn’t look well, but she insisted on driving me home…”

After a moment of hesitation, Bai Yue suddenly looked up at Wang Xi. “Do you have Director An’s address?”

“You want to visit her? I can ask…” Wang Xi pondered. If Bai Yue really caused An Leng’s condition to worsen, it would be appropriate to go and check on her.

She took out her phone and made the call, receiving a quick response.

Looking at the address on her phone, Wang Xi was somewhat surprised, but she still forwarded the message to Bai Yue.

The phone vibrated. Bai Yue opened the message and froze, staring at the address:

[Times City Phase III]

The bold, black text stood out prominently.

The map showed that An Leng’s apartment was located on the outskirts of the neighborhood, just one street away from Times City Phase II…

Bai Yue racked her brain, trying to remember if she had closed the curtains last night, when she was half-asleep…

******

In the car, Wang Xi was driving Bai Yue back to Times City… Phase III.

When they arrived at the entrance of the neighborhood, Bai Yue didn’t get out of the car. Instead, she turned to Wang Xi.

“What is it now?” Wang Xi asked, tapping her fingers lightly on the steering wheel.

“…I told Xiao Xia about the situation, but I still need to trouble Sis Xi to go and check on her,” Bai Yue said apologetically. “Besides, you haven’t had lunch yet…”

She had just finished speaking with Shi Xiaoxia. Given the current circumstances, she had to prioritize her own needs over loyalty.

Wang Xi pinched the bridge of her nose and nodded. “Call me if anything comes up.”

After putting on her mask and hat, Bai Yue got out of the car and walked into the neighborhood.

Just as she was almost there, she stopped, pausing in front of the nearby supermarket.

When she came out again, she was carrying a bag full of food and medicine.

And two bottles of white peach oolong tea.

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