After Becoming the Live-in Scummy Alpha, I Pamper Her with Real Strength - Chapter 20

Mo Qingran’s dress was made of silk. The deep burgundy fabric darkened further when soaked, but it didn’t make her look disheveled in the slightest. The same couldn’t be said for the drunken man before her, who grinned with an oily, lecherous smirk.

Her expression remained composed.

A moment later, Fang Yuan walked in from the entrance and draped a shawl over Mo Qingran’s shoulders.

The man staggered toward her, reaching out as if to touch her delicate, stunning face—

She turned her head slightly, dodging the gesture.

Impatient, she called out, “Security. This isn’t a place for you to drunkenly fool around.”

The man didn’t take her seriously and shouted hoarsely, “And who are you supposed to be? Someone’s mistress? Come with me. I’ve got money—lots of it.”

Mo Qingran crossed her arms and looked at him like he was already dead. “Get out. And don’t ever come back.”

The man was visibly displeased. He’d been invited to this Mo family banquet only because a recent project with the company had made him a fortune. He believed that being able to stand here meant he deserved respect—admiration.

From the moment she walked in, he’d been captivated. None of his mistresses could compare. Only a woman this stunning could match the man he believed himself to be now.

But she had the nerve to tell him to get out?

People nearby looked on with thinly veiled amusement. Everyone knew what happened when someone was blacklisted by the Mo family—it meant no company would ever work with you again.

As the current head of the Mo Group, Mo Qingran had the authority to make that happen.

The man was quickly dragged out, still cursing, completely unaware of how his future was collapsing around him.

Just then, a smooth, measured voice floated down from the second-floor spiral staircase.

“Mr. Song just had a bit too much to drink. Qingran, was it really necessary to make such a fuss?”

Mo Qingran adjusted the shawl on her shoulders and casually glanced up at the speaker—

A woman in a black embroidered qipao. Her features bore a faint resemblance to Mo Qingran’s, but hers were softer, more approachable. However, deep wrinkles around her eyes twisted her smile into one filled with calculation.

Mo Qingran replied, “After all, this is your banquet, Second Aunt. Someone causing a scene surely reflects poorly on you, doesn’t it?”

Mo Yun’s smile faltered. Her expression tightened with displeasure, though she quickly recovered and adopted a gracious demeanor. She smoothed her hair, then gave the guests a polite nod. “Qingran is still young. If she acted out of line, I ask for everyone’s understanding.”

She played the part of the dignified elder well.

Mo Qingran’s gaze turned icy. She looked away and said nothing.

Even a blind man could tell there was tension in the air—these two were not on the same page.

The families watching from the sidelines began to grow uncertain, unsure which way the wind would blow, or which side they should align with.

Mo Yun slowly descended the stairs, holding a glass of red wine. She gently swirled it and gestured for everyone’s attention.

“I’ve called this banquet together for a very important announcement. This decision was made after thorough consideration by the board of directors. I can assure you, it’s in the best interest of the Mo Group’s future and aims to foster closer and more effective partnerships with everyone here.”

Her gaze swept the room before settling on Mo Qingran. The slight curl of her lips betrayed her satisfaction. She could barely contain her glee.

A sense of foreboding crept into He Song’s chest.

At that moment, the rear doors of the first-floor hall opened. Several people filed in, their expressions serious, each holding brown folders.

Leading them was a man in his forties, handsome and poised, exuding mature charm. He walked up to Mo Yun and wrapped an arm around her waist, his eyes brimming with affection.

Together, they looked like the perfect power couple.

After a brief embrace, the man stepped forward to address the crowd. His eyes landed directly on Mo Qingran.

“This is a decision made by the board,” he said. “Qingran, I’m afraid we’ll need you to transfer control of the Mo Group to Mo Yun.”

The room erupted into murmurs.

A change in leadership? No one had heard even a whisper of this beforehand.

All eyes turned to Mo Qingran. Would this fierce, cunning woman really hand over her position so easily?

Mo Qingran’s voice was calm but cold. “When did the board meet to discuss this? Are you joking?”

“Yeah, I haven’t heard anything about this either.”

“A change in leadership requires a shareholder meeting, right? No one notified me—and I’m a shareholder.”

“When exactly was this meeting held?”

Doubt rippled through the crowd—but some lowered their heads, choosing silence.

The man pulled a file from one of the folders and handed it to Mo Qingran.

Fang Yuan took it with a grim expression and began flipping through the pages. The more she read, the more alarmed she became, glancing helplessly at Mo Qingran.

Mo Qingran said, “Any major resolution like this requires a shareholder vote with two-thirds majority—”

She was cut off mid-sentence.

“The circumstances are exceptional,” the man interrupted smoothly. “Everything is documented and legally valid. As long as I have support from over two-thirds of the shareholders, my position as head of the company is legitimate.”

“So, I’ll have to trouble Miss Mo Qingran to sign the leadership transfer agreement.”

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He Song clenched her fists, furious at the sight of Mo Qingran’s stunned and sorrowful expression.

Everyone knew the Mo Group was built from the ground up by Mo Qingran’s parents. Back when the company was struggling, these so-called relatives didn’t lift a finger to help.

But once the Mo Group became successful, they were the first to show up, demanding shares, hoping to cash in.

And now? Not one of them spoke up for her.

With the signed documents laid out in black and white, the whole room watched the drama of this family power struggle unfold. Where to stand, who to flatter—it was becoming all too clear.

The murmuring in the crowd grew louder, then erupted into thunderous applause. Everyone raised their glasses to congratulate Mo Yun, as if nothing about the situation was out of place.

He Song’s head throbbed like it was about to split open. Her consciousness felt like it was drifting, untethered.

She jolted awake from the dream.

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This dream was strikingly similar to the last one. He Song pulled a notebook out of her bedside drawer and jotted down everything she could recall.

And now, the problem presented itself:

How should she tell Mo Qingran that Mo Yun might be planning to replace her?

And even setting aside the uncertainty of when this banquet was supposed to happen, the fact remained—it was a dream, based on the plot of the original novel. Her presence had already caused several deviations from the storyline. Would this scene still unfold? That was anyone’s guess.

First, she had to verify whether this future was even possible.

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He Song deliberately bought a few flashy, over-the-top outfits tailored to Jiang Weiran’s taste and dressed herself like a flamboyant peacock before heading out to meet Mo Yun.

Mo Yun’s villa was in a secluded area on the outskirts. When He Song drove along the rural highway leading to the estate, there wasn’t a soul in sight. Only later did she learn it was because Mo Yun had bought up the entire mountainside. The only people who came and went were business associates.

She often hosted elite socialites and high-ranking officials for leisure and entertainment in her opulent mansion.

In front of the villa stretched a sprawling garden. Behind it was a full-sized golf course, custom-designed by Mo Yun herself for her husband, Lin Qiushi, who loved the sport.

The couple had been married for over twenty years and were still as affectionate as ever.

Since she’d made an appointment in advance, He Song was smoothly admitted through the villa gates. As she passed by the enormous, awe-inspiring sculptures dotting the garden, she finally understood what “filthy rich” really meant.

Compared to Mo Qingran’s villa, this one was at least three or four times larger.

She’d heard that the couple had no children. He Song couldn’t help but wonder: Two people in a house this size? Do they even see each other, let alone sleep in the same bed?

She couldn’t help thinking: Mo Qingran’s place might be empty, but at least you could see people around.

In this castle-like mansion, you could shout at the top of your lungs and still not be heard.

When she arrived, Mo Yun was in the middle of a beauty treatment—reclined on a perfectly plush massage chair, surrounded by three or four beauticians attending to her face with all manner of equipment.

The dazzling display left He Song momentarily speechless. She plopped down on the nearby couch and casually said, “Mo Qingran and I are legally married now.”

The statement came so abruptly that Mo Yun sat bolt upright in shock. “Married?! You two registered?”

Hadn’t He Song just told her not long ago that Mo Qingran was still cold and distant? How did things escalate so suddenly?

He Song nodded, draping her right arm over the back of the couch in a cocky, devil-may-care pose. She shot Mo Yun a smug smile. “Yep. Got her all nice and obedient.”

Mo Yun’s eyes spun with disbelief. It took her a while to collect herself before waving the beauticians away and peeling the mask off her face.

She approached He Song and gave her a long once-over, her gaze filled with astonishment. “You really pulled it off—managing to land her.”

He Song shrugged. “You won’t find another person whose pheromone compatibility with hers hits 95%. Mo Qingran said it herself—if she had to marry someone, she’d rather it be me than some stranger. She doesn’t love me. It just solves a lot of problems.”

Mo Yun muttered to herself, “It does solve a lot of problems.”

That chunk of inheritance Mo Qingran’s parents had promised her upon marriage—now it had all landed in that girl’s hands. It must’ve been a substantial sum.

She felt a mix of envy and heartache, but the bigger plan ahead helped her regain her composure.

Compared to the entirety of the Mo Group, that money was pocket change.

“So, she still doesn’t…” Mo Yun probed.

He Song cut her off with a theatrical sigh of frustration. “She still doesn’t like me. It’s just a marriage in name. What we had before, what we have now—it’s all the same. Her words, not mine.”

Mo Yun sat down beside her, putting on the act of a sympathetic elder. “That’s just how Qingran is. She doesn’t do anything she doesn’t want to. The fact that she even agreed to register with you is already a big step. Feelings can always grow with time.”

He Song huffed, “Grow what? She spends all day cooped up at the office. I barely even see her. It’s always work, work, work. Can’t she just stay home like other omegas?”

She repeated that classic scummy Alpha line word for word, carefully watching Mo Yun’s reaction out of the corner of her eye.

Mo Yun, being a career-driven woman herself, felt personally offended. To her, nothing outranked work—not family, not relationships. So hearing He Song’s complaint rubbed her the wrong way.

But she swallowed her displeasure. Right now, driving a wedge between the couple was more useful to her agenda.

Mo Yun said gently, “You should try to understand her. After all, she’s the head of Mo Group, managing so many companies. It’s normal for her to be exhausted and never home.”

He Song studied her carefully, then decided to toss out a heavier line. “Yeah, head of Mo Group—what a glorious title. But I didn’t marry someone just to have a CEO wife. She doesn’t even know how to cook a meal.”

Mo Yun raised an eyebrow. “You don’t want her to be the one in charge of Mo Group?”

He Song scratched her head. “I didn’t mean it like that. She’s just too busy, that’s all.”

Mo Yun pressed further, “Well, it sounds like that’s what you meant. If Qingran weren’t in charge anymore, would that make you happier?”