After Becoming the Live-in Scummy Alpha, I Pamper Her with Real Strength - Chapter 29

“A beautiful encounter is the beginning of sweet romance. Over the next thirty days, we hope each of you will find your own happiness.”

After finishing the message, the boy set the board back on the table.

The guy in the windbreaker was the first to speak. “I’m Qi Lian, a Beta. Very happy to be part of this show with all of you.”

The shy boy quickly followed. “I’m Xu Yiyi… an Omega.”

Right after he said that, he stole a glance at He Song, then lowered his head nervously.

The aloof man in the suit said coolly, “Ji Jingyan. Alpha.”

Yu Dongdong eyed Ji Jingyan’s overwhelming 6’3″ presence and nodded knowingly, before glancing with surprise at Qi Lian—she had thought he was an Alpha. She shot a quick look at the stylishly aloof Jian Lin.

These days, even Betas gave off Alpha vibes.

Maybe as a fake Beta herself, she needed to act a bit tougher.

He Song commented, “We’re still missing someone. It’s hard to guess with incomplete information. Why don’t we wait a bit?”

But before she finished her sentence, the villa door opened again. A woman in a white chiffon dress stepped in. Thick lashes, delicate features, and round apricot eyes gave her a sweet, charming look. Her shoulder-length chestnut hair shimmered under the light.

She wheeled in an oversized, Barbie-pink suitcase and strode in wearing black knee-high boots.

The moment He Song saw her, her heart skipped—she looked oddly familiar. Where had she seen her before? The woman was strikingly beautiful, curvy, likely a celebrity guest. Maybe He Song had glimpsed her on Weibo or on TV.

He Song didn’t dwell on it. She casually rested her arm on the sofa back, waiting for the woman’s introduction.

But the woman didn’t speak immediately. She smiled sweetly at everyone—then walked straight over and sat to He Song’s right.

He Song’s left was Yu Dongdong, and to her right was Xu Yiyi.

Xu Yiyi looked up blankly as the woman approached.

“…Um, I’d like to sit with the girls. Could you scoot over a bit?” Bai Wei batted her lashes, her playful tone making it hard to refuse.

Xu Yiyi hesitated, glanced at He Song, then silently shuffled over to sit beside Qi Lian.

【Huh? What kind of plot twist is this? She just showed up and kicked the little hamster out.】

【Wait—is she into He Song? Love at first sight? This is wild.】

【Cute sweetie, please, wake up. That’s the Sea Queen Scummy A you’re cozying up to. Misery awaits.】

Most of the stream chat was stunned by the new guest’s apparent interest in He Song.

But some were more approving:

【What’s wrong with a beautiful flower admiring a pretty vase?】

【OMG look at Yu Dongdong’s expression when the sweetie sat down next to He Song—she’s seething.】

【Yu Dongdong: I must control myself. Face management, engage.】

【Senior Sister! Your Ah Li is getting stolen!】

【I’m staying loyal to the Dong-He ship!】

He Song didn’t quite understand why this woman insisted on sitting next to her. She awkwardly said, “Hi, I’m He Song. You’re really gorgeous—are you a celebrity guest?”

She thought that was a perfectly normal compliment. But the woman’s expression froze, her sweet smile faltering as if she’d heard something shocking.

Yu Dongdong was already annoyed by how intensely the woman had been staring at He Song. It was as if she was determined to win her. Still, she kept a friendly tone and asked, “We’ve all done intros. What’s your name?”

The woman glanced briefly at Yu Dongdong, then turned her gaze back to He Song. “I’m Bai Wei. I’m an Omega. You…”

“Bai Wei,” Yu Dongdong raised an eyebrow and extended a hand. “Lovely name. I’m Yu Dongdong. Let’s get along for the next thirty days.”

Her tone was perfectly polite, but Xu Yiyi and Qi Lian could smell the tension thick in the air.

What’s going on? These two are already butting heads?

Bai Wei…

That name echoed in He Song’s mind, the sense of familiarity growing stronger by the second.

Qi Lian quietly sized Bai Wei up. Lively, sweet, stylish makeup. She was just his type. Noticing her boots, he started forming a guess about her profession.

Ji Jingyan, silent until now, had clearly been struck by her entrance. But when she sat next to He Song, his brows furrowed again.

Everyone seemed to be lost in their own thoughts—except for Jian Lin, who looked like she was operating in airplane mode, completely detached from the situation.

He Song’s mind had finally caught up. Bai Wei… wasn’t she Jiang Weiran’s white moonlight?

Same name. Same face.

It clicked.

She glanced at Bai Wei again. Fresh, delicate, lovely. A face many would adore.

But… how did she look like Mo Qingran at all? Weren’t they supposed to resemble each other by 70-80%? Where was the resemblance?

Aside from similar apricot eyes and an oval face, they were nothing alike!

Mo Qingran had finer features, curlier lashes, more graceful brows, and even her neck—

Ding dong. Ding dong.

The simultaneous chime of notifications pulled He Song out of her chaotic thoughts.

Everyone pulled out their program-issued phones. The message read:

“The fourth celebrity guest cannot attend tonight due to unforeseen circumstances. Please proceed with the occupation guessing session.”

Celebrity professions were public knowledge—what needed guessing were the four non-celebrity participants.

Yu Dongdong crossed her arms, intrigued. “Who wants to go first?”

Qi Lian raised his hand—not to offer himself, but to point to Xu Yiyi. “I think he’s a student.”

Xu Yiyi: “??”

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Xu Yiyi protested, “How did you all know?” He had zipped his backpack shut!

Qi Lian explained, “You’ve got student vibes. Plus, that bag looks heavy. Also… I saw a little paint on your shoes. You’re an art student, right?”

Xu Yiyi nodded reluctantly. If it weren’t for tomorrow’s Marxism quiz, he wouldn’t have brought his bag at all.

Then Bai Wei chimed in, sneaking another glance at He Song. “So, what’s my profession?”

That stumped everyone. Bai Wei wasn’t giving off many clues.

He Song actually knew—after breaking up with Jiang Weiran in college, Bai Wei had gone to a design school in Paris. She should be a designer now.

But what the hell was she doing back in China, joining a romance show? Was she here to find Jiang Weiran?

That wasn’t supposed to happen this early in the original plot.

Shit. Had her lack of recognition earlier raised suspicions?

But she really didn’t remember at first! Bai Wei was Jiang Weiran’s white moonlight, not hers. Her own memories of Bai Wei were vague at best—this was her first time actually seeing her in person.

With thirty days ahead, this could get complicated.

As someone who had shared a deep romantic past with Jiang Weiran, Bai Wei would surely know her well. Would she see through her?

Best to keep a safe distance. Bai Wei’s presence never meant anything good.

In the original story, Bai Wei’s return wasn’t about rekindling love. She sweet-talked Jiang into divorcing Mo Qingran, then ran off with half the marital assets.

In the end, Jiang Weiran was left broken—crippled and institutionalized, calling Bai Wei from a psych ward, begging for help, only for Bai Wei to coldly hang up.

Her shattered hope marked the beginning of her mental collapse.

Bai Wei was no innocent.

Xu Yiyi guessed “model.” Yu Dongdong guessed “streamer”—both made sense based on looks and figure.

Then Bai Wei turned to He Song. “What about you? What do you think?”

Here it was—the probing question.

He Song played along, echoing Xu Yiyi’s guess. “I thought you might be a model too. When I first saw you, I thought you had the perfect looks and figure. If not a celebrity, then definitely a model.”

Bai Wei seemed momentarily stunned—maybe even slightly upset.

He Song turned away, pretending not to notice.

She didn’t recognize her? Fine. She’d keep not recognizing her. Let Bai Wei wonder whether it was amnesia or an act.

“You, Jian Lin?” she asked, pulling in the zoned-out girl before she faded entirely from the scene.

Jian Lin lifted her head from her cushion—big European-style eyes, stunning features, still a little drowsy. The sight hit viewers right in the heart.

【She’s too cute. I’m bleeding.】

【So elegant, yet so soft—Jian Lin is a whole mood.】

【Who is she? Never heard of her before.】

【Just checked—she’s a second-gen trainee under Watermelon Entertainment.】

【Watermelon has a second generation already? Didn’t the first just wrap a tour?】

【First gen concerts, second gen training. They’re going for seamless succession.】

【Watermelon fans, calm down—y’all are derailing the convo.】

【Mods! Bloodshed in the comments!】

Jian Lin, oblivious to the storm of commentary, murmured, “She’s too short to be a model. I’m with Dongdong—probably a streamer.”

Then it was Qi Lian and Ji Jingyan’s turn. Qi Lian confidently guessed “fashion designer,” while Ji stared at Bai Wei’s dress like he was analyzing state secrets.

【Ji Jingyan, stop staring. You won’t guess her job by memorizing that skirt.】

【Is he wondering where to buy it in his size?】

【Stop right there. Imagine Ji Jingyan in that dress. I bet he’d slay.】

【He’s 6’3″! Leave him alone!】

Then Qi Lian suddenly said what everyone was thinking:

“Stop staring and say something. You wanna wear it? You’re too big—it won’t fit.”

【HAHAHAHA】

【Crying with laughter.】

【Qi Lian is the real Alpha here.】

【Qi Lian: That ‘tiny misunderstanding’ at the door? Yeah, it’s turning into a sitcom.】

Ji Jingyan finally answered, “Did you embroider the flower pattern on your dress? It’s… well-designed.”

Everyone looked at Bai Wei’s dress—a vivid red sunflower bloomed at the hem.

Surprised by the observation, she blushed. “Yes, I did. I thought plain white was too dull, so I added some color.”

“I didn’t expect you to notice.”

Ji nodded. “My little sist—uh, cousin has the same dress, but hers doesn’t have that flower. I figured it was custom. Are you a fashion designer?”

Bai Wei nodded. “Yes. I designed this dress myself.”

Everyone clapped in amazement.

Two identities down. Only Qi Lian and Ji Jingyan remained.

Qi Lian smiled. “Don’t look at me. Guess his first. Mine’s tricky—I’m saving it for the end.”

Author’s Note:

Here we go, hot and fresh out of the oven—don’t miss it if you’re passing by…