After Becoming the Live-in Scummy Alpha, I Pamper Her with Real Strength - Chapter 34
Mo Qingran thought He Song’s eyes shone even brighter than the pool of stars.
He Song had just confessed. Was the sky raining red now? Mo Qingran stared at her in a daze, still struggling to process what had just happened.
The two stood in silence for five long minutes—though to He Song, it felt like a century had passed.
She swallowed hard, trying to mask the nervous tremor in her voice. “So… what do you think?”
“I think—” Mo Qingran started, her lips parting as if to agree, but then caught herself and quickly changed course. Her eyes sparkled mischievously. “That depends on your performance.”
He Song blinked. “Performance? What kind?”
“You’ve dated quite a few people before,” Mo Qingran said, arms crossed, raising a brow. “You’ve got plenty of experience. I don’t. This is my first time. If I agree too easily, don’t you think I’d be getting the short end of the stick?”
She paused and looked straight at her. “And you’d better think carefully—there’s something important you still haven’t told me.”
“What is it?” He Song blurted out.
Mo Qingran ignored her and walked ahead. The star pool floor was touch-sensitive; her step triggered a ring of light to ripple outward, dissolving into the galaxy beneath their feet.
No matter how He Song racked her brain, she couldn’t figure out what Mo Qingran wanted her to confess.
Could it be about Bai Wei?
She stole a glance at Mo Qingran, who seemed in high spirits. Bai Wei’s behavior yesterday had been enough to raise suspicions, even for the viewers. Had Mo Qingran noticed something?
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Their day-long date ended, and He Song and Mo Qingran returned reluctantly to the cottage. They had only managed to visit the second floor of the art museum, which featured a fully 3D projection of a miniature cyberpunk city.
With neon lights flickering and misty artificial rain, the two had strolled hand in hand through the scene. The simulated scent of metal and moisture filled the air—almost too realistic.
Dinner ingredients had already been prepped by the crew, but what dishes to make was left up to the guests.
Good cooking skills were obviously a plus—and a great way to spark chemistry.
But one glance at the smoke-filled kitchen, and He Song promptly took a step back. This bonus round was not worth the risk.
The floor was a warzone: butchered carrots, wilted greens, and hacked cucumbers were strewn about. A pool of mystery goo—oily, charred, and suspiciously lumpy—oozed near the stove. A wok on the left held
what looked like a burnt offering to the gods.
Ji Jingyan was red-eyed from the smoke, still stubbornly stir-frying whatever that was.
“Turn it off!” He Song cried. “The stove—shut it off! You’re about to burn a hole through the wok!”
She moved to intervene, only to slip on a raw steak. Mo Qingran rushed up behind her to catch her just in time.
Ji Jingyan wiped his brow. “Turn it off? Uh… up or down?”
He Song: “Either. Just turn it all the way off!”
Meanwhile, Bai Wei was pacing nervously, clutching a kitchen knife and visibly panicking. She wanted to help but shrank back every time the flames flared up.
With a sigh, He Song strode over and swiftly shut off the gas, dumped the scorched remains into the trash, and turned back. “Amateurs shouldn’t be in the kitchen. What if there’s an accident? This is still a
livestream. You could’ve waited for us!”
Ji Jingyan scratched his head, embarrassed. He had sent the crew away to surprise the others with a meal.
“I followed a stir-fry tutorial online,” he said. “Didn’t think it’d still burn…”
[Viewer comments]
• “Thank god someone stepped in. I thought these two were about to burn the place down.”
• “What even was that lump?!”
• “Pork strips, apparently. But they never got cut, just tossed in whole.”
• “This is comedy gold.”
He Song waved them out of the kitchen and began tidying up. “Let me handle dinner. You three, sit down.”
“…Braised shrimp, crispy pork bites, and napa tofu soup. Any dietary restrictions?”
The three of them stared at each other and shook their heads. Easy to please.
Mo Qingran watched He Song, now wearing an apron, moving gracefully around the kitchen. Her heart warmed—He Song had named dishes she loved most.
“I’ll help with the prep,” Mo Qingran offered. “Just tell me what to do, Professor He.”
The way she said “Professor” made He Song’s heart flutter. She raised her chin proudly. “Fine, but everything must go through me.”
From a distance, Bai Wei bit her lip, her expression a mix of resentment and confusion, carefully hidden from the camera.
Where on earth had this Mo Qingran come from? Why was she so close to Jiang Weiran?
She had to do something—this couldn’t go on.
“Ji Jingyan, maybe we should learn a thing or two too… Ji Jingyan?” Bai Wei called several times. But Ji Jingyan was too busy staring at Mo Qingran to hear her.
Humiliated, Bai Wei pouted and stormed upstairs.
When Ji Jingyan had stared a bit too long, He Song finally said, displeased, “Ji Jingyan, Miss Bai just went upstairs. She looked upset.”
Only then did he snap out of it. “What? Why is she mad?”
He Song: …Seriously?
She added, “Weren’t you two at Sky City today? The romantic hotspot? How did that go?”
If things went well between Ji Jingyan and Bai Wei, maybe Bai Wei would stop bothering her.
Ji Jingyan frowned like he was discussing a billion-dollar deal. “Not great.”
He Song: “Something happen?”
He sighed. “Nothing happened. I… have a fear of heights.”
He had been thrilled about the date—it was his first time going out with an Omega outside of arranged blind dates. But then he saw the legendary Ferris wheel that supposedly let you touch the clouds.
It was massive. And terrifying. Just looking at it made his knees weak.
Still, he had to save face. “So many people in line,” he’d said, “maybe we should try something else?”
Sounded reasonable. The line was long.
But Bai Wei didn’t budge. That Ferris wheel was her whole reason for coming.
Finally, Ji Jingyan confessed his fear of heights.
He Song: “You could’ve done something else at the park?”
Ji Jingyan: “She seemed really set on it, so I let her go… and waited at the ticket booth for over an hour.”
[Viewer comments]
• “OMG, poor Bai Wei on the Ferris wheel alone.”
• “Better alone than awkward chatting with Ji Jingyan.”
• “This CP is doomed. Zero chemistry.”
• “Their convo could kill a party. No CP vibes at all.”
• “More like awkward neighbors than potential lovers.”
He Song finished cleaning the shrimp, tossing them into the wok with the scallions Mo Qingran had just chopped.
She wanted to comfort Ji Jingyan, but didn’t know how to begin. After a moment, she said, “Well, at least now she knows about your fear of heights.”
Ji Jingyan muttered, “I wish she didn’t. Kinda wrecked the image.”
Then, as if remembering something: “By the way, is Miss Mo…”
Before he could finish, the wind chime at the door rang again. Xu Yiyi stepped in, holding a colorful, graffiti-covered skateboard, face flushed with excitement.
Behind him was Qi Lian in a tight-fit outfit that highlighted his lean muscle and strong build—cool and handsome as ever.
Ji Jingyan leaned on the kitchen table. “Back already? How was your trip?”
Xu Yiyi clutched his board and shook his head. “It was a couple’s café. Boring. We ditched and went exploring.”
“Qi Lian rides a motorcycle like a god,” he added, eyes shining.
Ji Jingyan didn’t look happy.
And it didn’t stop there—Xu Yiyi lifted the board, beaming. “Qi Lian gave me this. He painted it himself. Isn’t it amazing?”
He turned to Qi Lian with admiration. “I’ll treasure it forever.”
Qi Lian spun his key ring absently. “Where’s Bai Wei?”
Xu Yiyi’s expression fell slightly. He drifted to the couch without a word.
Ji Jingyan rolled his eyes and brushed past Qi Lian without a second glance.
Qi Lian looked confused, then noticed He Song and Mo Qingran still whispering sweet nothings, completely absorbed in each other.
Something felt… off.
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Author’s Note:
It happened. The confession really happened. ❤️
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