After Becoming An Internet Sensation For Pretending To Be An Alpha, I Turned Into An Omega - Chapter 6

“Really?!” An Leng shot up, her head snapping toward the window.

“All the units here are key-locked, with numbers on them,” Xie Yijin explained, opening her suitcase to reveal a row of syringes inside.

Picking up a glass bottle, she skillfully snapped off the cap and drew the liquid inside into a syringe.

An Leng turned at the sound, her lips twitching. “You… you’ve done this before?”

“Yes,” Xie Yijin replied calmly, then pushed the air out of the syringe. She glanced toward the window, but An Leng had already turned her back.

“Young President An?” Xie Yijin called out. The room was thick with Alpha pheromones, making it hard for her to breathe. She couldn’t understand how Miss Bai had endured it earlier.

An Leng stood by the window, motionless.

“The person probably hasn’t gone home yet. We can check later, but delaying medication during the Vulnerable Period can damage your health.” Seeing An Leng still frozen, Xie Yijin realized the problem. “…Are you afraid?”

She couldn’t tell if An Leng was afraid of needles or her own skill.

Setting down the syringe, Xie Yijin opened a compartment in her case, revealing several bottles of pills. “I brought oral medication too, though it’s not as fast-acting as the injection. Take five tablets three times a day.”

While arranging the instructions, she went to the kitchen for water. When she returned, she found An Leng sitting directly on the floor by the window, clearly unwell.

The pills were quite large; five of them formed a small handful. An Leng’s hand trembled as she took the water cup.

“The medication you were taking before is imported, so it takes time to ship. Here, injections are more common because oral medications have lower concentrations.”

Hearing this, An Leng hesitated no longer.

She swallowed the pills, even chewing them a couple of times, before gulping down the water.

More than half an hour passed before she felt any relief.

Xie Yijin had originally planned to bring lunch—home-cooked dishes by Aunt Li. But An Leng merely glanced at the food before reaching for another bag on the table.

It was from Bai Yue.

“I prefer lighter fare,” An Leng said, nodding toward the refrigerator. “You can leave the dishes in there for dinner. You don’t need to come back.”

Xie Yijin nodded and made the arrangements.

The congee Bai Yue had bought was still warm, but plain congee was bland, and there wasn’t even a small jar of pickles in the bag.

Looking at the pills in the bag, An Leng couldn’t help but chuckle. Bai Yue really was treating her like a common cold patient.

“Is my pheromone scent really that faint?” An Leng called into the kitchen, her lips curling slightly in self-doubt.

Xie Yijin paused, momentarily frozen as she considered how to respond, trying to keep things balanced.

“…Perhaps Miss Bai is enduring it because you’re the one she’s dealing with.”

An Leng considered this reasonable. For the moment, she couldn’t think of any other explanation. She lowered her head and sniffed the coat in her arms. The drink and perfume had blended into a single peachy scent.

She suddenly felt a little shortchanged.

Bai Yue had undoubtedly been exposed to all of An Leng’s pheromones, yet An Leng still had no idea what Bai Yue’s Alpha scent was like.

Picking up her phone, An Leng automatically dismissed her earlier foolish comment and sent Bai Yue a message as if nothing had happened: [ Text me when you get home. ]

No reply.

She must be on her way.

An Leng suddenly remembered she hadn’t voted for Bai Yue today.

Xie Yijin finished cleaning the kitchen and tidied the table. When she returned, she found Young President An staring intently at her phone, her brow furrowed.

“What’s wrong?” Xie Yijin asked, approaching.

“I need to vote for Bai Yue,” An Leng said gravely, her expression serious, as if she were making a major investment decision.

Xie Yijin, expecting something more serious, reassured her, “Don’t worry, Young President An. Miss Bai’s vote count is far ahead. There’s no need to worry.”

After putting away the unused syringe, she was about to leave when An Leng suddenly spoke up: “The vote count isn’t right…”

“The second-place vote count is off,” An Leng said, refreshing her phone.

Sure enough, Chen Zi’s vote count had surged by 200,000, jumping from 5.9 million to 6.1 million in an instant.

Under normal circumstances, with fans fervently voting, a million votes in a day wouldn’t be surprising.

But a jump of over 200,000 in less than a minute? An Leng’s sharp instincts as a fan told her someone was definitely vote-stacking!

Just then, a trending topic automatically popped up on Weibo:

#Popular Actress’s Image Collapses#

A sudden sense of unease washed over her. An Leng clicked through to the trending content, which was all about Bai Yue…

Bai Yue’s Sweet Trip with Mysterious Man: The Cool Queen’s Image Collapses

“Contact Wang Xi for damage control. The trending topic is at #21 and still climbing,” An Leng instructed, then clicked through to the blurry, watermarked image.

If she hadn’t just taken her medication, she might have fainted on the spot.

The trending post showed Bai Yue and Shi Xiaoxia in the cafeteria, standing so close their smiles seemed to meld into one…

******

When Bai Yue received An Leng’s message, she had just reached the ground floor. She intended to check it after going home, but a sudden notification popped up on her phone.

#Bai Yue Romance#

Bai Yue stared at her phone, utterly bewildered.

Her secondary account was still active from the day before, and now the trending page was flooded with two consecutive hashtags about her:

#Bai Yue Romance#

#Popular Actress’s Image Fabricated#

Her breath hitched. Though she knew public opinion was often half-truths and half-fictions, this was her first time experiencing something like this, and she felt incredibly anxious.

As she stepped out of the elevator, more trending content loaded, seemingly posted by a marketing account:

[Recently, photos of “Idol” contestant Bai Yue were captured sweetly touring G University’s campus with a mysterious woman, rumored to be a relationship reveal. The pair shared intimate moments, with Bai Yue appearing coy and vulnerable. Could this be #Bai Yue Image Fabrication# #Bai Yue Romance#]

Several students commented that the two had always been close on campus. Though no official statement had been made, it seemed like good news was imminent.

Two blurry photos accompanied the post.

Though the images were grainy, Bai Yue recognized Shi Xiaoxia immediately.

Bai Yue tried to switch to her main account to take a closer look, but she got an error message saying there was a problem logging in. Just then, her phone rang—it was Wang Xi.

“Oh hey, Wang Xi!”

When the call connected, Bai Yue faintly heard Shi Xiaoxia’s voice: “… What should we do? Nothing’s going to happen—” The voice suddenly cut off, likely interrupted by Wang Xi.

The sound of a car door opening and closing echoed, followed by Wang Xi’s stern voice: “Don’t check Weibo today.”

Bai Yue obediently replied: “… Too late.”

A moment of silence followed, then Wang Xi offered perfunctory comfort: “You’ll face more situations like this in the entertainment industry. The most important thing is maintaining a good mindset when dealing with negative publicity.”

“I wasn’t even finished reading when you confiscated my account…” Bai Yue said helplessly, switching the call to speaker mode and opening Weibo to continue scrolling.

Fortunately, Shi Xiaoxia’s face in the photo was blurry, and she was wearing a hat and large-framed glasses. No one would recognize her unless they were someone familiar.

“But we were still a step too late,” Wang Xi admitted calmly. “I had someone investigate. It was Xingye who bought the trending topic, trying to suppress your votes before the finals.”

Bai Yue froze, then opened the voting page.

Sure enough, Chen Zi’s votes had already surged to 7.9 million, just a million short of her.

Xingye had always been GJ’s rival, and as the only trainee from their company to make it to the finals, Chen Zi naturally had to work hard to promote her.

During the competition, Chen Zi crafted a persona that perfectly matched her second gender—sweet and adorable, forgetful and scatterbrained—which attracted many protective fans.

There were even CP fans shipping her with Chen Zi, even creating a CP super topic. Bai Yue accidentally glanced at it once and saw many big shots writing short stories.

But Bai Yue knew that this person was far from as innocent as she appeared.

“Sis Xi, please help Xiao Xia get back safely,” Bai Yue said apologetically. The storm caused by her actions had dragged in the people around her. This was the critical period before graduation, and this was the last thing Bai Yue wanted to see.

“Don’t worry,” Wang Xi said, glancing at the child beside her—muted but still flailing anxiously. The corners of her lips curved slightly. “I’ll make sure she gets back to the dorm safely.”

After hanging up, Bai Yue logged back into her main Weibo account. This time, she succeeded.

She clicked on the Weibo post and scrolled through the comments:

“When will idols finally be free of rigid image expectations?”

“Do these garbage companies think we only care about 2D paper dolls?”

“Get lost, marketing bots!”

“Waiting for an official statement.”

“Can we just focus on Sis An’s performance? Your legs in the A section are killing it!”

“To be honest, I think the contrast between Sis An’s tough image and her sweet side is quite charming.”

Bystanders were just watching the spectacle, but the black fans and keyboard warriors were really getting heated.

Bai Yue grew increasingly annoyed the more she read. No wonder Wang Xi had said earlier that a strong heart was crucial.

Shi Xiaoxia hadn’t called her either, instead sending a rare text message through WeChat.

To avoid making her anxious, Bai Yue had to pretend to be calm in her reply: “The company has already arranged for someone to handle it. I have faith in Sis Xi’s capabilities.”

But could it really be that easy?

The latest messages in her private inbox refreshed frantically. A quick glance showed a chaotic mix of opinions and rumors.

Bai Yue pinched the bridge of her nose, wanting to turn off her notifications.

Suddenly, messages from Little Moons, fans of Sis An, flooded in:

[“Don’t be afraid, we’re here for you! <3 <3”]

[“Don’t be afraid, we’re here for you! <3 <3”]

*******

A flood of messages from different people, all saying the same thing, instantly filled her screen. Any messages from haters were immediately drowned out.

Bai Yue opened the fan group chat and saw Little Moons directing the effort, as expected.

[Group 1, control the comments. Group 2, upload the edited performance videos to all our accounts. I’ll handle the traffic diversion.]

[Group 3, find bugs and loopholes and turn them into images as fast as possible. That person in the image is probably a classmate of our sister. It’s normal for rivals to buy black ops before the finals. We need to hold strong!]

[The harder it gets, the more we need the Little Moons’ support. If anyone turns from a fan to a hater, don’t argue with them. How they choose is their business, but we can’t let anyone find fault with us!]

Watching Little Moons direct the effort, Bai Yue saw the fans in the group chat responding with support, whether she could see it or not.

Taking a deep breath, Bai Yue couldn’t resist posting: 

[ Thank you all. ]

For two seconds, the group chat went silent. Then it exploded with a flood of supportive messages.

Bai Yue felt a lump in her throat. No matter what, for the sake of these supporters, she couldn’t lose heart.

Opening the text editor, Bai Yue posted a new Weibo.

[It’s fake.]

After confirming the post, Bai Yue’s phone beeped with a message from An Leng.

It was a voice message: “The congee you brought… it was delicious.”

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