After Becoming the Live-in Scummy Alpha, I Pamper Her with Real Strength - Chapter 23

He Song told Qi Ming about He Yan’s offer to cameo in his film. The script was actually quite decent, and although they hadn’t discussed pay yet, she was more than happy to lend He Yan a hand.

Qi Ming was visibly surprised to hear that He Yan had invited He Song to be in a movie.

He hadn’t managed He Yan before, but they were both well-known figures in the industry and had crossed paths at a few dinners—enough to be acquaintances. Qi Ming had heard a little about He Yan’s intention to make a film. Opinions in the industry were mixed, with most people assuming He Yan was just dabbling for fun.

“Send me the script first. If it looks promising, I’ll set up a meeting with him. We can talk it over in detail.”

Qi Ming knew He Yan had a reputation for being extremely picky and demanding when it came to acting, so if he was committed to the project, the script was likely solid. But as a professional, Qi Ming had to vet it personally.

He Song appreciated Qi Ming’s meticulousness—no wonder he had launched so many award-winning actors. His attention to detail was impressive, and his previous script selections for her had all hit the mark.

“He Yan did mention that the pay might be on the lower side, but honestly, I don’t think that matters much in this case.”

Qi Ming nodded and tapped his fingers thoughtfully on the armrest. “That makes sense. He hasn’t secured any major investors yet, so the budget’s tight. Casting costs will be limited. But I’m your agent, not his, so I’ll make sure the terms are fair for both sides.”

They wrapped up the discussion in under half an hour, moving quickly and efficiently—just the way Qi Ming liked it. Before leaving, he offered a rare, sincere comment.

“Miss He, I’ll admit—when the company first assigned me to manage you, it was actually at Miss Mo’s request. Initially, I wasn’t keen. I didn’t want to deal with a trouble-prone artist.”

“But now, I’m genuinely glad I said yes. You have great potential. Looking forward to working together.”

He Song blinked, surprised—so it had been Mo Qingran’s idea all along. She smiled, tapping her temple.

“Mo Qingran, what else are you hiding from me?”

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On the day of the shareholders’ meeting, He Song followed Mo Yun into the conference room, nerves fluttering in her stomach.

Aura, presence, poise.

She reminded herself to stay calm and play the part. This was just another performance—playing the fool shouldn’t be that hard for her.

Slouching into the seat beside Mo Yun, she adopted a lazy, carefree posture.

The room was already packed. Many people were casting her curious glances, clearly trying to figure out who she was.

He Song noticed Lin Qiushi, Mo Yun’s husband, was absent. He was also a shareholder and generally aligned with Mo Yun. It made no sense for him to skip such a critical meeting.

Puzzled, but secretly relieved—if Lin Qiushi came to cause a scene over that broken thumb, the whole plan would’ve been wrecked.

“Mo Yun, and this is…?” asked a white-haired but sharp-eyed man. Li Delin had been a longtime business partner of Mo Qingran’s parents. After their accident, he had firmly sided with Mo Yun.

Despite Mo Qingran’s repeated efforts to win him over, he refused to switch allegiances. In his eyes, Mo Qingran was still just a green girl—what did she know about running a company?

So even after Mo Qingran became the official heir and took control, he continued to ignore her and back Mo Yun. His high status on the board meant many veteran shareholders followed his lead.

Now, at the first sound of his voice, all attention turned to He Song.

She loathed the feeling of being scrutinized but forced herself to keep her swaggering, flippant air.

Mo Yun smiled gracefully. “This is He Song, Mo Qingran’s current legal partner.”

“He Song?”

“Wait—Mo Qingran got married? Why haven’t we heard a thing?”

“Oh, right! Isn’t she the one from that matchmaking thing? Total dumb luck.”

“Married into the Mo family like that? Damn. All those young masters lining up to marry her are gonna be sorely disappointed.”

“‘He’? What kind of surname is that? Never heard of it. Must be from some average family.”

“She’s beautiful, but wow… what a waste. Poor Mo Qingran.”

The whispers went on and on. Mo Yun felt a secret satisfaction—this ought to finally quash any remaining hopes anyone had about Mo Qingran.

He Song crossed her arms and said loudly, “Can we get to business already? I’m holding quite a few shares now—I’d like to make them count.”

The room fell silent.

“Shares? So it’s true?”

“She got 1% just by marrying in? That’s insane!”

“That’s more than what most of us have combined.”

“Mo Yun really went all in—poaching her own niece’s partner? Brutal.”

Just then, the conference room door was pushed open with a loud bang.

A group of men strolled in casually, as if they owned the place. At the head was a man in his early thirties, sharply dressed and exuding arrogance.

“Mo Yun, how could you start the shareholders’ meeting without me?” he said, plopping into the main chair at the head of the table.

Mo Yun visibly tensed at the sight of him. “Mo Zixing? What are you doing here?”

Mo Zixing sneered. “Why shouldn’t I be here? A meeting to vote on removing the acting director? I’m a shareholder too.”

Mo Yun’s face darkened. Who leaked this? Could there be a mole among my people? And what about Mo Qingran—will she show up today too?

But she had no time to worry. Mo Zixing held shares comparable to hers. Still, she had prepared extensively, securing support from several other shareholders.

Mo Zixing was a domineering figure in the company—plenty admired him, but just as many couldn’t stand him. Most of the people Mo Yun invited today were from the latter group.

As Mo Zixing made himself comfortable, clearly enjoying the drama, he smirked. “Well? Let’s begin.”

The meeting dragged on for three tense hours. The atmosphere grew colder by the minute. What should have been a straightforward vote now felt like a slow-motion coup.

Mo Yun’s shares plus Lin Qiushi’s weren’t enough to guarantee her the seat of power. That’s why she worked tirelessly to sway other shareholders—especially those originally loyal to Mo Qingran.

She believed it would be easy to poach them—Mo Qingran wasn’t her father, and she lacked the history and influence.

But somehow, Mo Zixing had secured even more support?

How?

Slumped at the head of the table, Mo Zixing looked like he hadn’t paid attention to a word said.

He didn’t have to.

Finally, the moderator declared, voice shaking slightly, “The position of acting director will be given to Mr. Mo Zixing.”

“No! That’s impossible!” Mo Yun stood up, pale with fury. “There’s no way he has that many shares! I demand to see the shareholder register. Who gave him the votes?!”

Then she paused, eyes going wide. There was only one person…

“Mo Qingran… she gave them to you?! No way. That would be suicide!”

Mo Zixing nodded to his assistant, who handed Mo Yun the latest shareholder document. “It’s all here, second sister. Maybe you were just too excited to check it properly.”

Mo Yun skimmed through it—until her gaze hit one name and stopped cold.

He Song – 6%

Her pupils shrank. She whipped around to stare at He Song, who sat beside her, calmly twirling a pen.

“You betrayed me?”

He Song shrugged and met Mo Zixing’s eyes across the table. “I just made a deal, Auntie. Whoever wants the throne can have it—doesn’t bother me.”

“You got 6%? Did Mo Qingran transfer her shares to you? Has she lost her mind?!”

“She’s perfectly sane. But if she were forced out, she’d have to surrender part of her stake. Giving it to me instead means it stays… in the family. We’re legally married, after all—joint property laws and all that.”

“Besides, I have leverage over her. Mo Qingran won’t be returning to the boardroom anytime soon.”

He Song’s words were technically addressed to Mo Yun, but it was a message for Mo Zixing: with all of Mo Qingran’s shares now in He Song’s hands, she no longer posed any threat.

Mo Yun looked like she was about to cough up blood.

You thought she was a dumb puppet. Turns out she was the snake.

She stormed out, throwing one last bitter line at He Song—“We’ll see who laughs last.”

Li Delin followed her out without a word.

With most of the room cleared, He Song leaned back. The performance was nearly complete.

Mo Zixing finally spoke. “This success is all thanks to your support, Miss He.”

He Song gave him a cool smile. “It was a business deal, nothing more. I hope you’ll uphold your end.”

“Of course. I’ll take care of Mo Yun and Lin Qiushi—leave them to me.”

“I trust you will.”

“I look forward to more collaboration in the future.”

He Song walked over and murmured near his ear, “Just don’t treat me like a fool like Mo Yun did. As long as you don’t, I’ll be happy to play along.”

She turned and left the boardroom without looking back.

The performance was finally over—no director, no “cut,” but as He Song stepped through the doors of Mo Corporation, she let out a long sigh of relief.

Double agents and business intrigue—so not her thing.

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Author’s Note:

Author: “Didn’t look like you were having such a bad time…”

Mo Qingran is well aware of the original He Song’s background, including her past projects and co-stars. The more He Song talks about her “history,” the more suspicious it gets. Their personalities are too different

—Mo Qingran surely noticed something’s off… she’s just choosing not to say anything.