After Becoming the Live-in Scummy Alpha, I Pamper Her with Real Strength - Chapter 22

Originally intending to storm in and hold her accountable, Mo Yun was instead stunned by He Song’s words. On one hand, she feared He Song might publicly air the dirty laundry of her failing marriage and cheating husband. On the other, she didn’t want to jeopardize their current “friendly” alliance.

In the end, she could only swallow her anger and offer an apology to let the matter pass.

After hanging up, Mo Yun stood outside the hospital room, her expression dark and stormy. She gripped her phone so tightly it seemed like it might crack in her hand. Her fierce gaze bore into the figure lying in the hospital bed—Lin Qiushi.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Lin Qiushi’s right hand was heavily wrapped in white bandages. He lay on the bed, shouting in fury, “Who the hell was that crazy woman?! She broke my finger!”

“Mo Yun, call someone! Get someone to take her out! My finger—!”

“Shut up!” Mo Yun marched to his bedside in her heels. “Aren’t you ashamed enough already? You lose your mind the second you see a pretty face. Lin Qiushi, I’ve warned you more than once!”

Her nails dug into her palms from rage and disgust. Chin lifted, she glared at the man she’d shared a bed with for over twenty years. “If you ever pull this crap again, I’ll personally tip off the media and make sure you go down in flames.”

Lin Qiushi sneered, clearly immune to her threats after so many years. “You think sitting in the Mo family’s top seat means you can kick me to the curb? Without my support, you’d be just like Mo Qingran.”

Mo Yun turned to the window and closed her eyes, trying to steady herself. Then she said quietly, “Lin Qiushi, I’ve had enough. After the next board meeting, we’re getting a divorce. I can’t keep pretending anymore. Twenty years of this farce is enough.”

They had once fallen in love at first sight in their youth, experienced an intense, passionate relationship, and walked down the aisle in a lavish wedding, promising to lean on each other for life.

But less than two years into the marriage, Lin Qiushi revealed his true colors—cheating repeatedly, even hooking up with Mo Yun’s close friend at the time, the wife of a banker.

It was blatant, again and again. If Mo Yun hadn’t noticed, she’d have to be blind. When she confronted him, Lin Qiushi didn’t even bother denying it—he immediately asked for a divorce.

He said she was too domineering and not the kind of wife he wanted. According to a prenuptial agreement he had drawn up, a divorce would entitle him to a large portion of Mo Yun’s assets, while she would suffer significant losses. Though she knew it was unfair, she had still signed it.

Now, he had the audacity to play this card again. Back then, Mo Yun still needed his help in the company, so she gritted her teeth and endured.

She had endured it for over twenty years.

“Our prenup is still valid. Once we’re divorced, you’ll be free to chase after all your little mistresses in broad daylight,” Mo Yun said coldly. Grabbing her handbag from the bedside table, she turned and walked away, the sharp sound of her heels fading down the hallway.

Lin Qiushi sat there stunned for a long moment, muttering to himself, “She won’t do it. She won’t go through with it. She stands to lose too much… she won’t…”

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Back at the Mo residence, He Song returned in high spirits, ready to report everything to Mo Qingran.

She recounted, in detail, her little performance at Mo Yun’s house and the shady contract Mo Yun had tried to get her to sign. She even shared the incident with Lin Qiushi in the garden.

“You should’ve seen his face when I snapped his thumb—it was hilarious!”

Mo Qingran listened silently the entire time, not interrupting once. It was only when Lin Qiushi was mentioned that her expression darkened and her lips pressed into a thin line. “He tried to touch you?”

He Song replied casually, “His pervy hands deserved to be broken. That little lesson should keep him in check.”

Mo Qingran frowned. “He holds grudges. Watch your back—he might retaliate later. Then again… with me around, you’ve got nothing to worry about.”

Hearing that, He Song beamed with a grin so wide her teeth showed. It was impossible to hide the joy on her face. Who could resist such a bold declaration?

“I’ll let you know when the board meeting date is confirmed,” she said cheerfully.

But Mo Qingran simply placed her hands on her lap and said quietly, “I’m not going.”

“What? Of course you have to! If you don’t show up, Mo Yun will really take over—” The image from her dream of that banquet flashed in He Song’s mind again. She didn’t want to see Mo Qingran in pain.

Mo Qingran replied, “It was bound to happen eventually, He Song. The Mo Group isn’t what it used to be. Internal power struggles have taken a huge toll. If this continues, it’ll collapse sooner or later.”

He Song hesitated. “Then why…”

“Do you remember what you promised me—that you’d be my shield?”

She nodded.

“Then listen to me.”

He Song knew Mo Qingran had her own plan. She nodded again, though she couldn’t help feeling a pang of sympathy. Stepping down from that position would only make Mo Qingran more vulnerable.

Mo Qingran added with a faint smile, “Mo Yun’s been scheming for so long—I wouldn’t dream of disappointing her.”

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On set, the final scene was being filmed.

Wearing a crimson chiffon gown, He Song stood before a deep chasm engulfed in CGI flames, her gaze distant and ice-cold.

The moment Director Yan shouted “Cut!”, the set erupted into thunderous applause.

Fenghua Chronicle had officially wrapped.

Dressed in brocade and fur, He Yan walked over first and extended his hand. “Congratulations on wrapping.”

He Song quickly took his hand and returned the sentiment. “Congrats to you too.”

He Yan asked, “The show airs next month. Any plans after this?”

He Song shook her head. Although Qi Ming had already sent her several scripts, they involved extensive travel—shoots lasting three or four months—and with the Mo Group’s situation, she couldn’t afford to leave S City right now.

He Yan smiled. “Interested in making a cameo in my film?”

Since winning Best Actor, he had been itching to make a movie. He could write scripts and had even studied directing abroad to gain some formal training.

It was a passion project—he didn’t expect awards, just hoped it could be released. He’d even pay out of pocket if he had to. This film was the realization of a childhood dream.

When Director Yan caught wind of it, he’d mocked him mercilessly—calling him an amateur trying to play director, saying his film would flop.

That night, He Yan called his parents and rich siblings to borrow a large sum for funding.

The He family wasn’t filthy rich, but his siblings were all financially successful across various industries. When one struggled, the others pitched in.

Thus began this pride-fueled battle between uncle and nephew.

“I think your acting is great. Interested? I should be upfront though—my budget’s tight. I’m the only investor and the funds are just enough, so everything’s on a shoestring. If you’re interested, let’s have your agent talk terms.”

He Song didn’t refuse. She said she’d take a look at the script and give it serious thought.

Though they hadn’t worked together long, He Yan had proven decent. Despite his arrogant and goofy front, he was actually quite lighthearted and harmless. Behind-the-scenes, he was nothing like the righteous male lead he played.

At times he acted like a golden retriever; other times, like a clueless rich kid.

Even though they were technically the official CP, their chemistry wasn’t as strong as hers with Yu Dongdong.

He Yan had even once complained sincerely, “How is it that I’m the male lead, but I have less screen time than the second female lead? By the end I’m basically just the female lead’s plot device. Separated by a literal canyon in the finale? What a joke.”

Director Yan had smacked his back so hard it looked like He Yan might need to be peeled off the floor.

“You were told it was a cameo. What’re you griping about?”

He Yan rubbed his back with a wince. “I was just saying… this whole ‘female lead solo glory’ thing—it’s basically a sapphic fantasy.”

He mumbled the last part under his breath.

Yan glared. “What are you muttering now? The male lead barely appeared in the original novel. Those few extra lines and scenes were added by Wu Qing to round out the character.”

He Yan: You sure it wasn’t just to pass censorship? The whole script screams female lead slays alone.

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As He Song stepped into her nanny van, she was surprised to see Qi Ming already seated inside.

He sat with an upright posture, legs cramped from the limited space.

Once she was inside, he began listing the post-production plans and public appearances: endorsements, magazine shoots (not urgent), a few promotional events for the series’ release.

And then—most importantly—an invitation from Mango TV for a dating reality show.

He Song blinked. “A dating show? For me?”

Her surprise wasn’t unwarranted. After everything that had come out about Jiang Weiran’s dating history, practically everyone knew she had a reputation. Would anyone even want to watch her on a dating show?

Qi Ming adjusted his glasses and coughed lightly. “Ever since the last incident, Mango TV has been persistent in wanting you to join. They’ve even crafted a whole ‘player’ persona for you—apparently, viewers love that stuff.”

Love what, exactly? Watching her hit on people? Watching a scummy Alpha get dumped?

Entertainment and catharsis all in one?

The more she thought about it, the more she realized—they might actually be onto something.

She turned to Qi Ming. “What do you think?”

He replied, “I think it’s a solid opportunity. Mango’s dating shows are wildly popular. They always cast big-name celebs, and the ratings are consistently high.”

“Plus, with the recent publicity, a lot of people are curious about your… colorful dating history. It’s a good chance to win over some of the general audience. You could even share some stories to gain public sympathy.”

He Song tilted her head in thought. It wasn’t a bad idea. It would boost her visibility, and the show would be airing right when Fenghua Chronicle premiered.

She could even promote the drama while she was at it.

“Alright,” she said. “I’m in.”

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Author’s Note:

Author: The ultimate dating show battlefield is about to begin…

Bai Wei: Who am I? I’m the long-lost white moonlight who hasn’t even made an appearance yet. If I don’t show up soon, the readers will forget I exist.