After Becoming the Live-in Scummy Alpha, I Pamper Her with Real Strength - Chapter 38

Bai Wei walked beside He Song, humming a tune in high spirits, occasionally flashing cute gestures toward the camera trailing behind them.

[No wonder she’s called the sweet girl—her smile just melts my heart.]

[The comments that are too greasy need to be kicked out.]

[A beauty right beside her, yet why does He Song look so moody?]

[Because Sister Mo dumped her and went with President Ji, hahahahaha.]

[So what really happened between Mo Ran and He Song? Their relationship’s gone straight into the Ice Age.]

He Song glanced at the cameraman behind them. After a moment’s thought, she brought the mic clipped to her chest closer. “Bai Wei, there’s something I need to tell you.”

“What is it, Sister He?” Bai Wei smiled sweetly, her tone slightly coquettish.

He Song got goosebumps on her arms. She gave a little shake and frowned. “It’s about your confession to me in the kitchen.”

Bai Wei froze, casting a quick glance at the camera behind them, a bad feeling growing in her chest.

“I’ve made myself clear—I don’t like you. You don’t need to chase after me, and you certainly don’t need to go behind my back and say things to Mo Ran to stir up trouble between us.”

The livestream chat exploded instantly—what was going on?

Bai Wei hadn’t expected He Song to confront her in front of a live audience. She immediately protested, “I didn’t! Sister He, what are you talking about? I know you don’t like me, but that doesn’t mean you can smear me like this.”

She even wiped away fake tears with a pitiful expression, playing the victim.

Without the livestream, the truth would’ve been hard to pin down. But now, it was up to the viewers to decide who to believe.

And as for who had the public’s sympathy… after the kitchen incident, He Song still hadn’t figured it out? How naive.

[Stir up trouble? What does that mean?]

[Has Bai Wei ever said anything odd to Mo Ran? If He Song’s going to accuse someone, she better have proof.]

[I’ve watched every episode and never saw Bai Wei talk privately with Mo Ran.]

[Just because it wasn’t caught on camera doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.]

[There are lots of moments that weren’t filmed. He Song might not be lying.]

[Exactly. Anyone can see He Song and Mo Ran are into each other. Bai Wei’s the one who keeps throwing herself at He Song. She even asked her out this morning. It’s obvious who has bad intentions.]

[No wonder Mo Ran’s been cold to He Song lately—Bai Wei probably said something. Why else would He Song confront her on camera?]

[Bai Wei doesn’t seem like that kind of person. And even if she did say something, why would He Song be so shaken unless it hit a nerve?]

[I feel bad for Mo Ran. She’s the real victim here—being toyed with by that scummy Alpha He Song.]

He Song couldn’t see the barrage of comments, but Bai Wei’s manipulative, two-faced performance disgusted her.

“Is that so? Then explain how Mo Ran knew about our relationship back in college. Bai Wei, you were the one who broke it off back then. So what gives you the right to assume I’m still hung up on you after all these years?”

“I love Mo Ran, and she’s the only one I’ll ever love. You’re the past. Stay away from me, and stay away from the person I love.”

Bai Wei hadn’t expected her to lay everything bare.

“He Song, I really don’t know what you’re talking about. We dated in college? That’s news to me.” She looked utterly baffled, then turned to the camera and explained, “I only realized He Song and I were college classmates after joining the show. We barely interacted back then—hardly even saw each other.”

“I don’t know why she’s saying this. We were never together, so there’s no breakup to speak of.”

Jiang Weiran was just one of Bai Wei’s backup lovers. No one in college knew about their relationship, and without evidence, it’d be impossible to prove anything now. The audience might suspect something, but most would probably think He Song was delusional.

After all, both women had mentioned knowing each other from before the show.

He Song hadn’t expected Bai Wei to deny their entire college relationship outright. Her heart grew cold.

“You don’t seriously think no one at school knew about us, do you?”

Bai Wei clenched her fists, palms damp with sweat as her mind raced, replaying every moment she and Jiang Weiran had shared during college.

No one should know. He Song must be bluffing.

“You remember I had three dormmates, right?” He Song said, noticing Bai Wei’s stiffened expression.

Back then, Jiang Weiran was hopelessly in love with Bai Wei. Sometimes, when she didn’t have enough money from acting gigs to buy Bai Wei gifts, she’d borrow from her dormmates. One particularly wealthy dormmate once asked He Song why Jiang Weiran was so desperate to earn money and who her mysterious girlfriend was.

Even though Jiang had promised Bai Wei to keep the relationship a secret, her lovestruck brain couldn’t resist the temptation.

“Bai Wei? That gorgeous Omega from the design institute? I thought she was single—pure and adorable. A lot of people were chasing after her.”

“Be careful, girl. Sounds like she’s got a long line of admirers. Don’t let her get snatched away.”

Jiang had just smiled and said their relationship was stable. She was even saving every penny to spoil Bai Wei.

Love had clearly fried her brain. While Bai Wei shamelessly kept multiple lovers, Jiang Weiran groveled like a fool, desperately clinging to her.

Even after Bai Wei went abroad, Jiang didn’t give up and kept dating her “replacements.”

In a twisted way, the two of them were a perfect match.

Bai Wei had chosen Jiang precisely because of her doormat tendencies—obedient, generous, a human ATM. Who wouldn’t want that in a backup?

Now unsure whether He Song was bluffing or not, Bai Wei stood her ground. The camera was still rolling—she had no choice but to bluff back. “Then call your so-called witness. Let’s hear it from her. I’ve got plenty of people who can vouch for me—classmates, dormmates, everyone can confirm I never dated anyone in college.”

“I was busy preparing for overseas studies—papers, exams. I barely had time to breathe, let alone date.”

[Don’t cry, sweet girl. That trashy He Song deserves a scolding.]

[I was in Bai Wei’s class. Everyone knew she was smart, sweet, and focused. Never heard of her dating anyone.]

[She was one of the campus goddesses—tons of Alphas pursued her, but she never accepted. She really prioritized her studies.]

[That’s not what I heard. There were rumors of her dating a professor, juggling several people. She partied a lot in private.]

[Come on, those are just rumors. Got anything solid?]

[People always make up stories about pretty girls. Come up with something new.]

[But I do remember a screenshot of a Professor Li confessing to her in his WeChat Moments. It went viral on the school forum. The school had to suppress it, silencing accounts left and right. Newer students might not know.]

[Wait, for real? But there’s no Professor Li in the design institute.]

[It caused a huge stir. The school eventually forced him to resign. I think more happened behind the scenes, but it’s been years. Check the old school forums—some posts might still be there.]

[Seriously, stop spreading rumors. You’re making it sound so real when there’s no proof. Anyone could say stuff like this.]

After college, Jiang Weiran had cut ties with her dormmates. That lone witness was now impossible to find. As the confrontation dragged on, the poor cameraman was drenched in sweat, unsure whether to cut the livestream.

I’m panicking here. But the director hasn’t given instructions…

Bai Wei, visibly shaken, couldn’t hold it together any longer. Tears streamed down her delicate face, and her glistening red eyes made her look even more pitiful. She turned to the cameraman in a trembling voice.

“Can I go back to the cabin? I guess this date is over.”

The cameraman scratched his head. Since the guest asked to leave herself, it should be fine. He turned off the camera and gave an awkward nod. While past seasons of Someday had dealt with guest conflicts and paused livestreams, this…

He looked at Bai Wei, still silently crying, and rubbed the back of his neck.

Man, this drama’s a mess.

It wasn’t just the celebrity image at stake—this could even affect their real lives.

He Song was more than happy to see Bai Wei leave. At last, some peace.

Just then, her phone buzzed—it was a message from Mo Qingran.

“Share my latest Weibo.”

Puzzled, He Song opened the app. Mo Qingran had created a new Weibo account before joining the show, under the name “Mo Ran,” verified as a trainee at Huanyao Entertainment.

Though she hadn’t posted much—mostly scenic photos—her follower count had skyrocketed since the show aired.

He Song tapped into the newest post: an audio recording.

After a bit of rustling, Bai Wei’s voice came through loud and clear.

The clip was only a few minutes long, but the sharp jealousy and venom in Bai Wei’s tone were unmistakable—completely different from the gentle persona she showed on camera.

As expected, hashtags like #BaiWei and #BaiWeiPersonaCollapse shot to the top of the trending list.

[Is this audio real? Her whole image just shattered.]

[Wow. She’s a total snake. You really can’t judge a book by its cover.]

[So He Song was telling the truth all along? Internet detectives, please dig up everything on Bai Wei!]

[Asked some seniors about that Professor Li thing. Apparently it’s true. He was forced to resign over an inappropriate relationship.]

[Not only was she involved with a professor, she had several private flings. Jiang Weiran was just one of many backups.]

[LMAO so the sea king’s first love was another sea king? No wonder she turned out this way.]

[Can we take a moment to appreciate how smart Mo Ran is? She actually recorded the conversation—talk about top-tier awareness.]

[If I hadn’t heard this recording, I would’ve thought the fight between He Song and Bai Wei was staged for drama.]

[Mo Ran really went full “wife protector” mode. I’m crying. This is true love, right?]

[He Song, you better hold on to Mo Ran. If you screw this up, we’re coming through the wires to yell at you.]

As He Song scrolled through the comments, a storm of mixed emotions swelled in her chest. She called Mo Qingran.

Mo answered almost instantly, as if she’d been expecting it. Her cool, steady voice came through the line: “What is it?”

He Song’s eyes welled up. “Where are you? I want to come see you.”

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Author’s Note:

Tomorrow’s the confession scene! The angst won’t last more than three chapters—don’t worry.