After Becoming the Live-in Scummy Alpha, I Pamper Her with Real Strength - Chapter 28

“Someday”, a large-scale reality dating show, brings together eight participants—both celebrities and civilians—handpicked by the production team. Over the course of one month, they’ll live together in the

“Romantic Cottage” and experience dating and connection.

Will any of them actually find love? And if so, how many couples will form? That’s anyone’s guess. Based on how dramatically the first two seasons crashed and burned, with no successful pairings and plenty of chaos, many viewers are tuning in not for romance but for the inevitable emotional carnage and broken personas—basically, a front-row seat to a live-action battlefield.

And yet, when He Song received her “script,” she froze. A single sheet of A4 paper.

One sentence stood out:

“Character Setting: Sea King-type scummy Alpha, full-on central air conditioner, showers every guest with thoughtful attention.”

The rest of the page was filled with long lists of sponsored content and advertisements from the show’s commercial partners.

He Song: …She had a very bad feeling about this.

She gave the paper a shake and turned to her manager, Qi Ming. “This is the whole script? There’s nothing else?”

Qi Ming shrugged. “That’s all they gave me. They said you just need to be yourself. If anything happens on the live broadcast—disputes, accidents, whatever—you’re expected to smooth things over. Oh, and there are two Omega guests among the civilians. You’ll need to pay special attention to them.”

Qi Ming emphasized “special attention” a little too much.

He Song instantly understood—those two were her designated CP (couple potential) options.

She asked, “Do the civilian guests get scripts too?”

Qi Ming frowned. “That part’s a mystery. The producers claim they’re keeping everything under wraps. My gut says they’re planning to shake things up this season.”

Shake things up? If everyone’s choosing CPs blindly, and it turns into a tangle of unrequited feelings, it’ll be chaos.

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The eight participants were scheduled to meet at the “Romantic Cottage” for the first time at 7:30 PM on Saturday night.

When He Song saw the address, she blinked in surprise—it was in the luxury villa district on Jing’an Street, the same neighborhood as the Mo residence. A quick check of the map told her it was only a 10-minute walk away. Convenient… maybe too convenient.

This villa area was one of the most expensive in S City. Renting a full-size house with a pool and garden must’ve cost the production team a fortune.

So when He Song showed up, dragging her large suitcase through the front door, she assumed she’d be the first to arrive.

“Hello!” A slightly awkward young man stood up from the sofa and greeted her in a small voice.

He wore black jeans, a white T-shirt under a black-and-white plaid shirt, and had a black canvas backpack next to him—classic student fashion.

He Song greeted him politely, then subtly glanced around the room. A large camera was set up directly across from the sofa, with additional cameras in all four corners, their red lights glowing—clearly recording.

Since introductions wouldn’t begin until all eight people had arrived, she and the guy quietly took seats at opposite ends of the sofa.

A wordless tension hung in the air. The atmosphere grew increasingly awkward.

The guy kept his eyes glued to the floor, visibly nervous. Trying to ease the tension, He Song spoke up, “You got here early, huh? Been waiting long?”

It was only 7:00 PM—still half an hour to go. They couldn’t just sit in silence the whole time.

He fidgeted with the couch, looking embarrassed. “Not that early… just ten minutes before you. I didn’t have evening classes… I mean—uh…”

He cut himself off, clearly realizing he wasn’t supposed to reveal his occupation.

He Song quickly stepped in. “No worries. I think everyone will guess anyway. Your… your backpack’s unzipped. That’s Introduction to Marxist Philosophy, isn’t it?”

Startled, he followed her gaze to the blue book peeking from his bag. His entire face turned red. He yanked the zipper closed and no longer dared look into any camera.

Ugh, I embarrassed myself so bad and it’s only just begun.

He Song struggled to suppress a smile. Don’t laugh. That’s rude.

Meanwhile, the livestream comments lit up:

【This guy’s hilarious—and kinda adorable.】

【He Song’s totally holding in a laugh!】

【The Sea Queen is back at it again. He’s a hamster next to her big bad wolf.】

【Forget CPs. I just want to adopt this shy little bean.】

“Ahem… well, since your identity’s already half-exposed, want to give me a hint about your major?” He Song glanced at his plaid shirt. “Computer science?”

He laughed, revealing cute dimples. “Nope. I know I look the part, but I haven’t lost all my hair yet.”

He Song studied him again—clean-cut, pale, lean, definitely not an athlete. Quiet demeanor… could he be—

“Chinese literature?”

He shook his head again. “Not quite.”

“Okay, give me a clue. More artsy or more science-y? There are too many majors to guess randomly.”

He thought for a moment. “Bit of both. Related to using a pen.” He held up his hand and wiggled his fingers.

Slender, artistic hands. The answer was obvious.

“You’re an art major?”

He nodded shyly. “Yeah. I’m in my third year.”

“Wow, artists are amazing. I can’t even copy stick figures. I memorize the shape, but as soon as I draw it, it’s a disaster.”

He scratched his nose sheepishly. “I’m not that great. Lots of people in my class are better. But you’re amazing too. I watched Fenghua Chronicles. I thought Lu Li was really cool.”

He Song blinked. He knows who I am? But who doesn’t love sincere compliments?

“Thank you.”

【Wait, what’s going on here? That awkward tension just melted.】

【He’s still a baby, He Song, be nice!】

【The Demon Queen and her pet hamster… 50k words of fanfic just wrote itself.】

At that moment, the door opened again.

Two tall men squeezed in shoulder-to-shoulder—clearly not getting along. Both looked annoyed, faces thunderous.

What’s this? Do they already know each other?

Each exuded major Alpha energy. The man on the left was slightly taller—well over 190cm. Dressed in a sleek suit, his features were razor-sharp and devastatingly handsome, but his tight-lipped expression screamed irritation.

The one on the right, about 186cm, had playful, flirtatious eyes and a wild charm. His black-and-red windbreaker carried a chill from the night air.

Both clearly refused to back down.

He Song, ever the peacemaker, asked gently, “Did something happen?”

The man in the windbreaker glanced at the cameras, then pinched the bridge of his nose. “Not really. Just a minor disagreement at the door.”

The suited man nodded curtly and silently took a seat on a single armchair nearby.

The tension among the four participants became even thicker.

He Song and the art student glanced at each other, unsure how to handle it. The student edged closer to He Song—it felt safer next to someone familiar.

【What happened between those two?! Why the long faces?】

【Anyone else wondering if they’re Alphas? They’re too good-looking.】

【The casting department definitely picked by visuals.】

【This is awkward gold. I’m staying till the bitter end.】

Not long after, two women entered, chatting cheerfully—an immediate contrast to the previous storm cloud.

“Hi everyone, I’m celebrity guest Yu Dongdong.”

“Hello, I’m celebrity guest Jian Lin.”

He Song froze at the familiar name. Yu Dongdong, dressed in white pants and a bright yellow cropped shirt, met her eyes with a smirk.

Well, well, fate really does like playing games.

Yu Dongdong plopped down beside her. “What a coincidence, He Song! You’re on this show too?”

“…Yeah. Small world.” But didn’t you like my announcement post?

The guy in the windbreaker glanced between the two of them, visibly excited. He Song and Yu Dongdong… are they real?!

Unaware that some shippers had already invaded the cast, He Song instinctively leaned away. She had zero interest in Yu Dongdong and didn’t want to be CP-ed with her.

Meanwhile, Jian Lin stayed quiet. After a quick greeting, she curled up on a separate armchair and started napping.

“She just got out of dance rehearsal,” Yu Dongdong explained. “We bumped into each other in the parking lot.”

He Song didn’t know Jian Lin well. From the looks of her—waist-length curls, long legs, cool-girl energy—she was likely a pre-debut trainee.

【YES, tall cool girl! I’m in love.】

【Anyone notice Windbreaker Guy keeps staring at Yu Dongdong and He Song? I smell drama.】

【The suited guy hasn’t said a word… Is he okay?】

【He’s been staring at that glass of water for ten minutes. Send help.】

Suddenly, an alarm blared, making everyone jump.

Yu Dongdong: “What the heck was that?! I nearly died!”

Windbreaker Guy crouched by the coffee table, retrieved an Ultraman-shaped alarm clock, and burst out laughing as he shut it off.

“Production’s pulling stunts again,” he said, chuckling.

He returned to the sofa, leaned back coolly. “It’s 7:30. Two people are still missing, right?”

Yu Dongdong: “They told us the rules get read at 7:30 sharp. Who came first?”

The shy student raised his hand. “I did. I’ll read it.”

He flipped the board on the table and began:

“Welcome to the Romantic Cottage! Now that you’ve all met, please guess each other’s professions. The participant with the most correct guesses will earn first pick for a one-on-one date.”

“Before 10 PM tonight, everyone must send one anonymous message to the person they’re most interested in.”