After Becoming the Live-in Scummy Alpha, I Pamper Her with Real Strength - Chapter 33

【Internet detectives, I want everything on this woman in three minutes.】【She’s so cool and charismatic.】

【Look at He Song—she’s totally frozen.】

【Does Huanyao Entertainment even have a trainee named Mo Ran?】

【Never heard of her—probably some D-list rookie?】

Amid the crowd’s stunned gazes, Mo Qingran calmly flipped over the last date card on the table.

“Starlight Art Museum.”

Her gaze shimmered playfully as she twirled the card between her fingers.
“I heard the wishing pond there is super effective for couples. If you go as a pair, you even get a 20% discount. Miss He, want to go with me?”

He Song stared at Mo Qingran intently. Normally, she wore light makeup—barely a touch of powder and lip tint—elegant and restrained like a snowy pine in the mountains. But today, she looked strikingly different.

Her hair had been trimmed and curled slightly, highlighting the sharp beauty of her oval face. A subtle truffle perfume clung to her, adding a warm, mellow undertone.

Under that gaze, He Song flushed red and nodded quickly.
“I… I’ll just go change.”

She hadn’t expected much from today’s date, dressing casually in jeans and a sweatshirt. But if she was going out with Mo Qingran… she absolutely had to put more thought into it.

Yu Dongdong watched He Song bounce off, practically skipping, and thought:
…Seriously?

Still claiming they’re not together?

The vibe between them is not normal, okay?

Even a fool could tell—this Mo Ran clearly came for He Song.

But wait… wasn’t she an Omega? Just like me. So why the disguise?

Bai Wei, on the other hand, stared at this mysterious newcomer like she was facing down an enemy. He Song’s reaction had set off a blaring crisis alarm in her heart.

Still, He Song was an Alpha. And no matter how pretty this Beta was, she didn’t have the natural advantage that an Omega like Bai Wei did.

There was an innate pheromone attraction between Alphas and Omegas—no amount of willpower could fight it. And besides, no one knew Jiang Weiran better than she did.

Bai Wei bit her lip, quietly reassuring herself:
All she had to do was be a little clingy, act sweet and intimate with Jiang Weiran, and eventually she’d come around.
Just like in her dreams…

“Ji Jingyan, since we’ve already picked our destination, should we head out?”
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Starlight Art Museum was located in Huai Fang District of S City, shaped like a massive UFO. Sleek and futuristic, it was large enough to take a full day to explore.

The cameraman following them seemed to be trailing a bit too closely.
He Song turned around, confused. “Is it just me, or are we being followed more than the others? When Yu Dongdong and Xu Yiyi left, they didn’t have this many people behind them.”

Mo Qingran smirked.
“You’ve been watching them that close?”

He Song naturally reached for her hand and took her bag.
“Not really. Just… all the passersby were staring at us. It’s not a film shoot, and all this attention feels weird.”

“Today, I’m your CP. Of course, I’m only paying attention to you.”

Mo Qingran leaned in. “Call me Xiao Ran, or you’ll accidentally say my real name on stream.”

He Song blinked.
“Right… about that trainee identity. ‘Mo Ran from Huanyao Entertainment’? Do you actually exist?”

Mo Qingran squeezed her hand a little tighter.
“I own Huanyao. If I want to be a trainee, why not? If I wanted to debut tomorrow, I could. With top-tier resources, too. Believe it?”

Of course she did. Mo Qingran was the CEO. The company practically ran on her name.

He Song wasn’t used to this kind of CEO swagger from her. With her slight arrogance and playful tone, it was oddly charming.
“Then I better hang onto your golden thigh. If I ever run out of roles, I’m counting on you.”

“You’re so talented, though. Always getting auditions, being personally invited by top directors. I haven’t even had the chance to invest in you properly.”

He Song chuckled, the deep warmth of her voice making Mo Qingran flinch.
“What’s so funny?”

He Song grinned.
“You’re that obsessed with me? How’d you even know He Yan invited me to act in his new film?”

“Let me guess… Lili told you, right? When I’m on set, she must message you dozens of times a day.”

“I bet there are even videos and pictures. She smiles so smugly when she films me—you’d think she was a sasaeng fan who snuck onto set. Director Yan even warned me once: no leaks during production.”

Mo Qingran: …Okay, maybe not dozens, but she did ask Lili for updates every few hours.

At first, she’d planted Lili as an assistant to monitor He Song, especially to report if she ever met with Mo Yun in private. But over time…

Somehow, those reports turned into photo spam. Updates grew more frequent and… well, detailed. But she never asked for that.

Still, since Lili was being so “diligent,” she had no choice but to reward her with a generous year-end bonus and fully-covered travel expenses.

“This time, though, Lili wasn’t the one who told me.”

“No?” He Song paused, then frowned in thought. After a moment, her eyes widened.
“Qi Ming? He’s your informant too?”

Mo Qingran’s expression darkened. Her tone chilled.
“Informant?”

Sure, constant updates on He Song’s whereabouts sounded like that—but it wasn’t like she wanted to stalk her. It was because of their contractual marriage. She just needed to know if He Song was safe. That’s all.

“He Song… do you hate me watching over you like this? I’ve been reading about sasaeng fans in the entertainment world, and… I’m starting to think I’m not that different.”

He Song could hear the hurt in her voice. She immediately pulled her into a hug.
“That’s not what I meant. I’m not upset. Actually… I kind of like it.”

“It shows you really care. Lili and Qi Ming are amazing as my assistant and manager—I like them both a lot. I never felt offended by your behavior. I’m happy you think of me so much, Mo Qingran.”

Mo Qingran looked up into He Song’s eyes—deep chestnut brown, soft and smiling. No rejection. No annoyance. Only genuine joy.

He Song, do you like me? You act like it all the time but never say it out loud.

Are you emotionally oblivious… or just playing me?
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【Oh my god, what are they saying?! Can the cameraman get any closer? I can’t hear anything!】

【Help! That hand-holding was so smooth—and then they hugged?? What are they talking about?!】

【Volume maxed out and I still hear nothing but static. Every other CP has mics on their clothes. Why not these two?】

【Production crew, do something! Stop just standing there! We’re losing our minds here!】

Eventually, perhaps thanks to the comments, someone from the crew finally clipped microphones onto them.

And the first thing the audience heard was:

“Sweet-talking scoundrel.”
“Do you say this to all your exes?”
He Song: I’m dying…

【HAHAHAHAHA】

【The Ice Queen just hit a brick wall, huh?】

【Why do I weirdly feel bad for He Song? She looks so flustered.】

【Their banter is gold.】

【When is Mo Ran debuting? She’s my one-pick!】

He Song felt so wronged. Once again, she was taking the fall for Jiang Weiran.

“That was all in the past! I’ve—cough—turned over a new leaf. Let bygones be bygones, yeah?”
Mo Qingran raised an eyebrow.
“So what you’re saying is, all that was Jiang Weiran’s doing, not yours?”

He Song: I mean… yeah. That’s literally the truth. I’m not even the same person.

But how could she tell Mo Qingran that? She’d never believe her. It was too absurd.

【LOL I’m not Lu Xun, I’m Zhou Shuren.】

【New name, new person—peak comedy.】

The barrage of comments erupted in laughter. Mo Qingran’s sharp-tongued sass had clearly hit home with the viewers.

As they chatted and strolled, the livestream numbers kept climbing.

Inside the museum, fluid lines of light danced across the curved, deep-blue walls. Threads of brilliance wove together into ever-shifting patterns—interlacing, merging, then scattering apart again.

Each thread pulsed like it had a life of its own, flowing with quiet purpose.

The “Star Pool” reflected a shimmering galaxy of light. Its soft, rhythmic glow surrounded them in cosmic stillness.

A vast silence. A kind of cosmic loneliness.

Only when you truly felt that infinite void could you begin to realize how precious companionship was. Out of billions of stars, you and I found each other—that alone was destiny.

He Song’s heart surged as she gripped Mo Qingran’s hand tighter, unwilling to let go.

When she first transmigrated into this book, she wondered if it was all a dream. The plot, the scummy Alpha persona, the stand-in White Moonlight—maybe everything would vanish the moment she woke.

But as time passed with Mo Qingran by her side, those doubts faded.

She wanted this to be real. She wanted this Mo Qingran to be real. Even if she had inherited Jiang Weiran’s mess, she believed she could change her own fate and live He Song’s life on her own terms.

This world was beautiful—because Mo Qingran was in it.

Starlight shimmered in Mo Qingran’s gentle eyes. He Song’s heart skipped.
“I… I want this to last.”

Mo Qingran tilted her head. “Hm?”

He Song lifted their clasped hands and gave them a small shake.
“I want this… to go on forever.”

Mo Qingran: !!!
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Author’s Note:
She did it. She confessed.