After Becoming the Live-in Scummy Alpha, I Pamper Her with Real Strength - Chapter 40

Due to Bai Wei’s public persona collapsing, the comments section of Someday’s livestream turned into a battlefield.

Aside from cursing Bai Wei, many netizens also flocked to He Song’s social media posts to apologize.

“Never expected Bai Wei to be such a two-faced b*tch—her scheming is disgusting. Sorry, He Song. We shouldn’t have doubted you. Hope you and Mo Ran make up soon!”

“It’s all Bai Wei’s fault. Please stay strong with Mo Ran.”

“I’ll always ship you two. Never criticizing you again! That scummy Alpha will get what she deserves. Now that you’ve got Mo Ran, don’t ever let go!”

He Song considered posting a tweet to say that she and Mo Qingran had already reconciled. But thinking of her upcoming plans, she changed her mind.

Hmm… better to surprise them.

—

Thanks to ongoing company matters, Mo Qingran had been swamped the past few days, often only returning to the cabin late at night. Since live filming was suspended, many viewers were growing curious about her background.

“If she’s just a trainee, there’s no reason she can’t be filmed, right?”

“Her Weibo was only created when the show started, and she’s not on Baidu Baike. Can someone from Huanyao explain this?”

“But the company verification is real. When she joined the show, Huanyao’s official account even reposted it with congratulations.”

“Wait—so, what does this mean? Is she a rich heiress? The CEO’s daughter?”

“Every piece of clothing she wears is designer, and her watch is definitely five figures. She must be second-gen rich.”

“Please. CEO Kang only has a young son in elementary school. Where’s this grown daughter coming from?”

“Some unspeakable relationship, maybe?”

“Let’s be real. Your average celeb can’t even afford what she’s wearing. I’m betting she’s some bigwig’s daughter dabbling in the industry for fun.”

With her mysterious identity and cool, stunning appearance, Mo Ran’s popularity soon eclipsed the rest of the show’s cast, even landing her at the top of trending searches. Yet the production team continued to keep the audience in suspense.

Fang Yuan, worried, dropped off an exhausted Mo Qingran at the cabin and suggested gently, “The company’s buried in work lately. Maybe it’s time to talk to the producers about pulling out of Someday?”

Under the warm glow of the porch light, Mo Qingran rubbed her temples and stepped out of the car with her bag. “Since I agreed to join, quitting now wouldn’t look good. There are only a few days left anyway. Besides…”

She paused, eyes lifting to the only window lit on the cabin’s second floor.

“Besides, I want to walk to the end with her.”

Ah, love—once you’re in, there’s no turning back. Fang Yuan knew better than to argue, so she simply sent a discreet text to He Song: Please take good care of Boss Mo.

It was late, the sky pitch dark, but a warm orange porch light glowed gently by the door.

The sound of suitcase wheels dragging across the floor cut through the silence. Mo Qingran opened the door in confusion—only to come face-to-face with Bai Wei, who was just heading out.

Clearly not expecting to run into someone at this hour, Bai Wei stood frozen with her suitcase in hand.

“You’re…?” Mo Qingran asked.

Bai Wei cut her off with a bitter tone. “Isn’t it obvious? Because of your little recording, I have to quit the show. You’re probably laughing at me just like those netizens, aren’t you? Hmph. Don’t get too happy just

yet.”

“Yes, He Song likes you now—but it’s only temporary. If she could dump me, she’ll dump you too.”

Mo Qingran just shook her head and walked past without replying.

Bai Wei, still seething, threw out one last jab: “You don’t believe me? There’s something you might not know—He Song’s already married.”

She looked at Mo Qingran with smug satisfaction, relishing the moment. “Bet she never told you that.”

Mo Qingran—who happened to be the spouse in question—was unimpressed: “…That’s it?”

Bai Wei widened her eyes in disbelief, annoyed by Mo Qingran’s calm and indifferent reaction. You’re in love with a married scummy Alpha, and that’s all you’ve got?

“Isn’t that enough? You’re the third party in this relationship!”

Mo Qingran crossed her arms, chuckling behind her hand. “Oh? So you do understand what it means to be a third party. And yet after knowing He Song’s married, you still chased her? That makes us no different, doesn’t it?”

Bai Wei’s face turned into a painter’s palette—flushed with shame, anger, disbelief. She had assumed Mo Qingran would storm upstairs to confront He Song the moment she heard the news. Is being the third wheel trending in showbiz now? Then I clearly misjudged Mo Qingran.

“Well, since you don’t care, then let me wish you two a lifetime of happiness,” she sneered, dragging her suitcase out the door.

Mo Qingran helpfully closed it behind her and even added with a smile, “Thanks for the blessing.”

Ah… what a relief it was to finally get rid of a walking headache.

—

The acquisition of the Mo Corporation proceeded rapidly. As He Song snuggled with Mo Qingran, planning a honeymoon trip after the show wrapped, she received a call from Mo Zixing.

She had attended two shareholder meetings of the Mo Corporation. The first marked a transfer of power. The second, the collapse of an empire.

Perhaps everything had been sealed the moment the head of the Mo family died in that car crash years ago. That towering empire had been gradually hollowed out by greedy parasites. They devoured everything from the inside and didn’t even realize they were standing on crumbling ground.

By the time they came to their senses, it was too late. They sought someone who could pull them back from the brink—but that person had long vanished, driven out by isolation and betrayal.

When He Song entered the conference room, the first person she saw was Mo Zixing, slumped in the head seat, looking utterly defeated. The room was packed—more people than had ever attended any meeting before.

Mo Yun was also there. Among the expressions of grief and despair, she actually looked relaxed.

After taking power, Mo Zixing had sent Mo Yun to a distant branch, a form of quiet exile.

Whether the Mo Corporation stood or fell meant little to her. She had already lost everything when she gambled her future in a power struggle—and lost. There was nothing more for her to lose.

When she spotted He Song, she still had the energy to make a joke. “Oh wow, the Mo family’s live-in daughter-in-law has arrived?”

He Song wasn’t planning to respond, but all the other seats were taken—except the one beside Mo Yun. Coincidentally, it was the same seat she had used during the last meeting.

“Only just warmed up to that 6% shareholding, and now the Mo Corp’s going under. How does it feel?”

“No particular feelings,” He Song replied. “The Mo Corp may still look respectable on the surface, but inside it’s rotten to the core. How long can you live off old glory? Right now, Shengming Group is still willing to take over. That means we can still negotiate a good price—and avoid sinking into heavy debt. After all, the company still has employees waiting to be paid.”

Mo Yun gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, the pale green gemstone of her earring glinting faintly in the light.

“Is that your own conclusion,” she asked softly, “or did someone behind you tell you that?”

He Song’s expression darkened. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Mo Yun tactfully let the subject drop. It was obvious she knew more than she was letting on—but chose not to expose it outright. He Song found it strange. Something about Mo Yun had changed. Whatever she had gone through, her entire demeanor seemed transformed.

During the meeting, Mo Zixing announced the group’s impending bankruptcy and debt crisis with painful honesty. He also presented the acquisition proposal from Shengming Group. From any perspective, accepting their olive branch was the best option.

Shengming had also stated that while there would be some staffing adjustments, the company’s overall structure would remain intact. The only change? The Mo family name would no longer be on the door—and any relatives of the Mos would lose all benefits and privileges.

Those in opposition were few, and were forced to concede under the majority vote.

A new chapter had begun.

—

On the final Someday livestream, audiences across the internet bore witness to a fairytale romance unfolding in real time.

He Song was buried in a flurry of flower arrangements, confetti cannons, and red carpets, preparing an elaborate proposal. Amidst the chaos, she still found time to glance up at her solo livestream camera and admit, “That’s right—I’m planning a proposal.”

“It’s not on a whim. It’s not for show. I really want to be with her.”

“Shhh, don’t tell anyone—I want it to be a surprise.”

“She’s busier than I am these days anyway. I doubt she’s watching the stream.”

After Shengming Group acquired Mo Corporation, Mo Qingran restructured the board as the new CEO. When familiar faces like Mo Zixing saw her walk in, jaws practically hit the floor.

So this was the new boss?

All eyes turned discreetly toward Mo Zixing—his face as black as the bottom of a burned pot. Understandably so. No one likes being completely outplayed.

Mo Qingran said calmly, “I hope we can work together to build Shengming into something even better.”

Everything had finally settled. He Song thought of that soft, sweet kiss she’d received before leaving the house. If this isn’t rewriting the ending of the original story and reaching the peak of life, what is?

She no longer held that 6% stake in Mo Corp—but now had a 20% marital share in Shengming Group.

A major upgrade. So this is the joy of marrying into wealth?

Still, the proposal had to happen soon—hence all the running around from early morning.

She’d even warned Fang Yuan in advance: under no circumstances could Mo Qingran find out she was planning a proposal. Surprises were best saved for the last moment.

Netizens were bursting with ideas—flower girls tossing petals, a live band for the background music. The atmosphere of over-the-top romance was hitting peak extravagance.

He Song smiled helplessly. “Isn’t this a bit too much? She’s not even the type to care about things like this. As long as the sentiment is there…”

[Only scumbags say ‘it’s the thought that counts.’ Material things are essential!]

[Love without money is like sand slipping through your fingers. A stingy proposal is just emotional fraud.]

[Sure, sincerity is great—but spending money for your wife is also a virtue.]

[Don’t be cheap! Go all out!]

[If you want an Omega to give her whole life to you, “Will you marry me?” better come with a diamond, not just sweet talk.]

So, He Song invited the production team and a wedding planning company to help. The result? A proposal scene even more grand than most wedding venues.

She tugged awkwardly at the pink lace fishtail dress she was wearing, which looked like a simplified wedding gown from a distance. “Is this too much? It’s going to be hard to crouch.”

Yu Dongdong crouched down to adjust the hem. “The slit’s just right, He Song. You’ll be fine.”

Behind them, Xu Yiyi and Qi Lian stood awkwardly, each holding a bouquet of pink flowers.

Qi Lian glanced up at the towering Shengming Group building. “Wait—isn’t this Shengming HQ? Mo Ran works here?”

“Shengming recently acquired Mo Corp. I think Huanyao Entertainment also became part of Shengming,” Xu Yiyi added. “But this is the headquarters… Mo Ran is—?”

He Song smiled mysteriously. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

When Mo Qingran received He Song’s call, she was buried in paperwork. Even in the middle of endless responsibilities, she could spare a moment. Sighing about how beauty brings ruin, she made her way down.

What she didn’t expect was the spectacle waiting at the foot of the building.

He Song stood there, cheeks flushed, one knee on the ground. Her posture was flawless. A red velvet ring box slowly opened before Mo Qingran’s eyes.

Inside sat a crown-shaped ring. In its center, a vivid pink diamond glittered like a star.

“Mo Qingran,” she said, voice clear and unwavering. “Will you marry me?”

[AAAAA SHE’S PROPOSING I’M SCREAMINGGGG]

[Mo Qingran? Wait… is that Mo Ran’s real name? It sounds familiar.]

[Under Shengming HQ? Is this… the real Mo President?]

[Suddenly people in the know are popping up. Someone explain!]

[She’s the CEO of Shengming, right? I’ve heard of her—never seen her before though. So Mo Ran is… her?!]

[Former princess of Mo Corp, took over as CEO after turning 18. Stepped down recently, only to reappear as the head of Shengming and acquire her own former company.]

[Tsk tsk, rich family drama. I heard she was pushed out and sidelined for years. Is this a comeback? A revenge arc?]

[She avoids the press, keeps a low profile. No wonder many people don’t know her. But seeing her in person today—wow. She’s stunning.]

Mo Qingran looked stunned, one hand over her mouth. Her eyes shimmered with tears, but her tone remained stubbornly proud. “He Song… are you seriously proposing to me?”

“Yes,” He Song said. “This isn’t some impulsive thing. I really want to stay with you—for more than just three years.”

Mo Qingran leaned down, her gaze soft. “I’m cold by nature. I get moody, and I snap easily.”

“I know,” He Song replied, smiling. “I actually really like your little tantrums. They’re kind of cute.”

Mo Qingran blushed. “Such a smooth talker.”

“So… Miss Mo Qingran, would you do me the honor of agreeing to one unreasonable request from me?”

Mo Qingran extended her right hand. “If you ever cheat, I’ll throw you out with nothing—and you’ll be sleeping on the street.”

[LOL President Mo being savage is adorable.]

[That’s the spirit, Mo Qingran! We’ll help keep an eye on her for you!]

[Crying happy tears. Now I want to read a novel about them: aloof CEO x sweet wifey. Someone please write it.]

[Wait… is He Song the Alpha here? Did we mislabel the CP?]

[Switch dynamics or not, we love them both. Shout-out to the show for giving us this real sugar rush. Never doubting the script again—this is better than fiction.]

At that moment, in front of thousands of watching fans, He Song and Mo Qingran went official.

Somewhere else, a certain “white moonlight” sat in the livestream room, glaring at the falling flower petals on screen. Enraged, she hurled her phone across the room—shattering the screen into pieces.

Later that day, He Song posted:

“We’re together now.”

With a photo: two hands clasped together, each wearing a matching pink and blue ring, gleaming side by side.

Sometimes fate arrives unannounced—just when you’ve given up hope of finding someone who shares your values, your rhythm, your life. Just when you’ve resigned yourself to being alone forever. Just when you’re crying quietly in envy of someone else’s perfect love.

Fate is mysterious. But happiness? That’s yours to create. There’s no use rushing or worrying.

I hope this story brought you some joy—and chased away a bit of gloom.
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Author’s Note:

This was the original idea I had—but I admit some parts feel rushed. I sincerely apologize.

There were times I thought about giving up. But seeing all your comments, I reminded myself to keep going.

Next time, I’ll be more prepared—outline in advance, carefully think through the plot.

Thank you, thank you, thank you to every reader who’s stayed with me. [bows deeply] I’ll keep writing!