After Becoming the Live-in Scummy Alpha, I Pamper Her with Real Strength - Chapter 30

Everyone’s attention turned to the sharply dressed, serious-looking man in the tailored suit—Ji Jingyan.

From head to toe, his aura was impeccable: royal blue suit, polished leather shoes, slicked-back hair styled with gel—he looked like a male model straight off a magazine cover.

His clothes screamed high-end, the brand unrecognizable but unmistakably expensive.

The group’s first impression of Ji Jingyan was that of a cold, taciturn man with an intimidating presence. Sitting alone in a single armchair, he exuded the dramatic arrogance of a domineering CEO—like a king from a fantasy drama.

Noticing everyone’s gaze, he remained composed, clearly unfazed by being the center of attention, as if used to it.

Yu Dongdong thought it was a shame someone that good-looking wasn’t in the entertainment industry and blurted out, “Brother Ji, ever consider joining showbiz? With your god-tier visuals, not entering would be a loss for us all.”

He Song wasn’t expecting that and practically got goosebumps. “Can you tone it down a bit? Yeah, he’s handsome, but you’re laying it on way too thick…”

Ji Jingyan replied without skipping a beat, completely serious and not the least bit modest. “I think joining would be the loss. But through this variety show, maybe everyone can have the best of both worlds.”

He Song: “…”

Everyone else: “…”

The livestream audience: “…”

Well. That was… something.

Qi Lian shook his head. “That’s some next-level narcissism. Might need a doctor. If not, I’ll take you myself.”

Ji Jingyan turned and shot him a sharp glare—an unspoken “shut up.”

Bai Wei smiled sweetly, gazing at him. “But honestly, you do look like an elite of elites.”

Ji Jingyan seemed pleased with her reaction, about to respond—only to be interrupted again by Qi Lian.

“You actually remind me of a real estate agent I once bargained with when renting a place.”

He Song nearly burst out laughing. She looked from one to the other—was this what people called a battlefield of drama? She was beginning to understand the joy of being a bystander.

“Well, he’s in a suit, but I don’t think he’s an agent. I’d guess something like a corporate executive.”

Qi Lian dropped his playful tone. Of course he knew Ji Jingyan wasn’t some agent. That suit and tie were custom-made by Farsé, the shoes were from high-end brand Macchiato, and the watch alone could probably buy their entire romantic getaway house.

He Song guessed “corporate exec,” and Xu Yiyi followed with “lawyer,” citing his stern, dignified aura.

Even the usually aloof Jian Lin took her arms off the pillow and said seriously, “He looks like a CEO of a listed company.”

CEO? That seemed far-fetched. Why would a corporate president join a dating show? Shouldn’t he be doing interviews on business channels instead? And Ji Jingyan looked too young to fit the bill.

But He Song suddenly thought of Mo Qingran. Looking closer, Ji Jingyan really did resemble her in some ways—the cool expression, the unshakable composure, the commanding presence that came naturally from someone used to being in charge.

Of course, Mo Qingran wasn’t a narcissist.

Yu Dongdong waved off the idea. “Come on, Lin’er, that’s too much. Why would a CEO stoop to a dating show like this? The appearance fee probably doesn’t even cover what he makes in an hour.”

Jian Lin didn’t reply, but quietly straightened her back.

Yu Dongdong shrugged. “I’m with He Song—corporate exec.”

Bai Wei agreed too. “Yeah, me too.”

That made it three votes for “corporate exec,” but He Song didn’t feel proud—she just felt uncomfortable. The tension radiating from both sides made her want to change seats immediately.

【That look between Yu Dongdong and Bai Wei just now—did sparks fly?】【It’s only the first episode and it’s already this intense?】

【Did anyone else see Xu Yiyi’s hurt expression? Like, it’s a four-person drama, but he didn’t sit close enough to matter.】【Of all of them, He Song is the one he’s most familiar with. Poor baby hamster. You deserve someone better—look at Brother Qi and Sister Lin, both way more stable.】【He Song’s kind of enjoying all the attention, huh. Playing both sides.】

【Even in that lifestyle show, she clung to cute girls. I’m over it.】【Don’t be ridiculous. Yu Dongdong and Bai Wei chose to sit next to her.】【It’s all scripted. That Bai Wei sitting next to her the moment she arrived? Come on, no one’s that dumb—this isn’t love at first sight, it’s obvious CP snatching.】【Have you all forgotten how she clung to actress Liu Zhen just to steal screen time, pushing her out of the show?】

【She’s back again—shameless, low ethics, same old tricks. Don’t be fooled by her improved acting. A bad apple is still a bad apple.】【My poor Dongdong-jie, dragged into forced CPs again—even on this show.】

Unaware of the black pot the livestream viewers were slamming over her head, He Song had one simple goal: stay far away from Bai Wei and Yu Dongdong. She just wanted to play it cool and be a nice, neutral

background character for the next 30 days.

When Ji Jingyan’s real identity as a CEO was revealed, everyone except Jian Lin stared at him, dumbfounded. It was the kind of twist that felt like hearing Alibaba’s founder was about to debut on a survival show.

Is this what it takes for rich CEOs to find love these days?

【What?! He’s an actual CEO?! No way!】

【Haven’t you guys read business news? Totally real. He’s the head of Yanshen Group. That milk and cookie brand on the table? That’s one of their products.】【Xigua Entertainment is under their umbrella too—no wonder Jian Lin suddenly got so invested.】【OMG. Just remembered the massive thread under the casting announcement—were those commenters prophets?】【Dreams do come true. A CEO actually went on a romance show.】

Ji Jingyan clasped his hands over his knees, expression unreadable. “Let’s not make a fuss. Stay low-profile.”

He Song: “That just leaves… Brother Qi.”

Qi Lian crossed his arms, inviting their guesses. Beyond his signature windbreaker, his white chains and flashy silver necklace caught everyone’s eye.

It was a bold, edgy look—but on Qi Lian, it didn’t feel arrogant. More like chill and laid-back, almost like he wore it for fun.

Xu Yiyi: “Are you a rapper? The kind who goes boom-tsk-boom-tsk?”

Qi Lian chuckled. “That’s beatboxing, not rap.”

Xu Yiyi scratched his head, embarrassed.

Yu Dongdong chimed in, “I was thinking the same. But your vibe… maybe a rocker? Guitarist? Bassist?”

Qi Lian stayed silent. “No other guesses?”

Suddenly, Ji Jingyan said, “Alcoholic artist.”

Qi Lian: “…”

He sighed. “Such a refreshing guess. Mr. Ji, is this payback for the real estate agent comment?”

Ji Jingyan replied flatly, “I meant it. That weird graffiti-covered car of yours and your smell of booze—what else could you be but an alcoholic artist?”

Qi Lian nearly had a meltdown. “Excuse me?! Toy car?! That’s my Warhorn! How dare you call it a toy!”

Huh? Warhorn? Toy car?

The others stared blankly at the bickering pair, totally lost.

Yu Dongdong leaned toward He Song and whispered, “He-ge… do they know each other already?”

Her warm breath tickled He Song’s ear, making her flinch and instinctively lean away—only to bump into Bai Wei on the other side.

Bai Wei blinked, her tone slightly coy, “You bumped into me~”

Damn it. Was this some kind of spiderweb dungeon?!

He Song had reached her limit. She sprang up like a spring. “We’ve been talking so long—everyone must be thirsty. I’ll go get some lemon water.”

Bai Wei: “I’ll go with you!”

He Song: “No need! You guys keep playing.” She practically bolted into the kitchen to escape the madness.

But to her dismay, the ever-persistent Bai Wei followed her in. Since there were no kitchen scenes planned for the first episode, the overhead camera wasn’t turned on.

Gone was the sweet, cutesy act—Bai Wei now leaned against the fridge, glaring coldly at He Song. The sudden transformation was so jarring, He Song wondered if she had multiple personalities.

“Jiang Weiran, what the hell is this?” Bai Wei demanded, glaring at her. “Pretending not to know me—is that your game?”

“I came to find you the moment I got back—this is how you treat me?”

He Song nearly laughed. From the way she spoke, you’d think it had been Jiang Weiran who dumped her and ran.

Back then, Jiang Weiran had followed Bai Wei around like a love-struck puppy. She’d endured Bai Wei’s tantrums, spent every cent she made acting as an extra to buy her designer bags—and even then, she was just one of many backup options.

When Bai Wei got accepted to study abroad, she dropped Jiang Weiran like dead weight.

The tattoo Jiang Weiran once had symbolized a love that would never fade—one inked during a grief-stricken night after Bai Wei left for Paris.

Yikes. Just thinking about it made He Song’s stomach churn. Thank god she’d had the tattoo removed on her second day after transmigrating. No way she could look at that every day in the shower without gagging.

Bai Wei couldn’t take the cold shoulder anymore. She stepped closer and, with a falsely tender voice, wrapped her hand around He Song’s while she poured water. “Why are you ignoring me? I came straight to you when I landed—aren’t you happy to see me?”

But the next moment—

Smack.

He Song slapped her hand away like swatting a fly. Her face was full of disgust.

“Don’t touch me. We’re not close. AO should keep a respectful distance—or do you want me to scream?”

Scream? For what? Harassment?

Bai Wei stared at her in shock. This… this wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

According to her script, Jiang Weiran should be hugging her, eyes brimming with emotion, begging her to come back.

So what the hell had happened while she was away?

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Author’s Note:

Author: President Mo is watching you!

He Song: Don’t touch me unless you want me to call the cops.