After Transmigrating into a Scumbag Alpha, I Had a Happy Ending with the Heroine - Chapter 40 (END)

“I was planning to come find you once this busy period was over. Things have been hectic. Ever since the movie’s box office took off, I’ve received a lot of new offers, and I’ve needed time to sort everything out.”

Soft moonlight filtered through the gaps above, casting a gentle glow on Song Qin Ning’s face.

Her eyes were clear, her skin pale as snow. She looked pure and distant, like shards of ice on a lake or a cool jade stone untouched by worldly desires. She seemed beyond all the chaos of human emotions—love, hate, longing, or jealousy.

But Jiang Qing knew that was just a label given to her by the world.

After falling in love with Song Qin Ning, all those labels—cold, professional, award-winning actress, flawless beauty—no longer held any meaning for her.

Just as Jiang Qing was about to speak, her phone rang endlessly in her pocket. She silenced it without a second thought.

Song Qin Ning was turned toward a glass storefront, her eyes reflecting the shadows cast by the dim streetlights. Two long, faint reflections stood in the window, slowly overlapping with one another.

“Qin Ning, I have something I want to tell you.”

Song Qin Ning turned back, raising her eyes. “What is it?”

The moment their eyes met, her heart gave a small jolt. A warm, tingling sensation began to spread in her chest and made her gaze shift away.

Jiang Qing paused, then asked, “Can we go somewhere and sit down while we talk?”

Song Qin Ning nodded. “Let’s go to my place.”

As they walked, Song Qin Ning could hear the steady rhythm of her own heartbeat.

She rarely invited anyone into her home. She rarely visited others either.

To her, home was something deeply personal, like a secret hidden in the bottom of her heart. It was not something to be shown to just anyone.

Once someone saw it, it felt like they could see her thoughts, her personality, her feelings.

But now was not the time to worry about that. What mattered more was something else.

Was there anything embarrassing lying around at home?

Thankfully, she was not the kind of person who hoarded things just because she liked someone. Her place was clean and simple.

Once they entered, she poured a cup of hot water and handed it to Jiang Qing. They sat side by side on the black leather sofa.

Jiang Qing held the cup and asked, “By the way, do you still need me to help with marking?”

Song Qin Ning replied, “Not anymore. The National ABO Research Institute recently developed a new drug to regulate pheromone imbalance. I was invited to participate as an internal test subject. The drug works really well. Lately, I don’t even feel like an Omega anymore. It’s like I’ve become a Beta.”

“Any side effects?”

“None at all.”

“That’s good to hear.”

Even though it meant there was no longer a reason to stay physically close to Song Qin Ning, Jiang Qing still cared more about her health. She was meant to shine in the world of film and should not be held back by her biology.

“So… does that mean I won’t be able to smell your pheromones anymore?” Jiang Qing asked.

“Not exactly. Right now, science still can’t do anything about high compatibility,” Song Qin Ning said softly, avoiding her eyes as she took a small sip.

Jiang Qing gently ran her fingers along the cup’s edge. Her heart felt light and warm. She was relieved that the one with high compatibility with Song Qin Ning was her, not someone else.

She looked around and smiled. “You have such a good eye for decorating. That painting on the wall, ‘The Pomegranate Tree by the River,’ I’ve seen it online before. But seeing it in person, it’s so much more beautiful.”

Song Qin Ning traced the rim of her cup with her finger, a quiet smile playing at her lips. “The artist is a friend of mine. If you like her style, I’ll ask her to gift you a piece next time.”

Jiang Qing gave a little bow like a cat. “Really? Then I’ll count on you.”

Song Qin Ning’s eyes lit up. “Alright, leave it to me. So, what did you want to tell me?”

Jiang Qing cleared her throat and said seriously, “Well, I’ve been getting a lot of new offers lately. But when I think about it, getting to star in this film, meeting the director, the producers, and you, has been the luckiest experience of my career. I don’t think I’ll ever find a project that makes me feel this fortunate again.”

“I feel the same,” Song Qin Ning replied softly.

“But that’s only part of what I wanted to say.”

Jiang Qing continued, “Even though I’ve accepted many roles, in the story of my own life, I’m still missing a female lead. Would you be willing to take that role?”

A soft breeze floated in through the window, gently lifting Song Qin Ning’s hair. A strand brushed across her lips.

Her fingers curled slightly, her mind in a whirl. “The film you’re taking next… is it really called ‘The Story of My Life’?”

Jiang Qing smiled. “Of course not.”

She leaned in gently and tucked the stray strand of hair behind Song Qin Ning’s ear.

“Then… what is it?” Song Qin Ning asked.

She had a feeling she already knew. Her ears were growing warm. She looked down and took a sip of water to cool off.

Jiang Qing turned toward her. “It means exactly what you think it means.”

Song Qin Ning choked on her water, coughing uncontrollably. Her ears flushed red, the color spreading down her slender neck. Her eyes were watery, and for some reason, she looked absolutely stunning.

Jiang Qing laughed and handed her a few tissues.

“Was that too sudden?”

“A little. But I’m alright,” Song Qin Ning answered softly.

So the tension between them had not been her imagination. It was not one-sided after all.

The Next Day

At the long-awaited award ceremony, the atmosphere was vibrant and full of energy. Celebrities filled the venue.

The cast of Springtime in March walked the red carpet together.

Reporters swarmed forward, raising microphones and cameras, throwing out questions at the creative team.

After a flurry of interviews, one reporter asked, “Miss Song, do you think you’ll win an award tonight?”

Song Qin Ning leaned in toward the microphone. Her dark hair slid forward and then fell neatly back as she brushed it behind her shoulders.

She smiled and replied playfully, “That’s up to the judges. My opinion doesn’t really matter.”

“You look relaxed. Not nervous at all?”

“It’s not my first time attending. I also slept really well last night.”

She smiled warmly and couldn’t resist glancing in Jiang Qing’s direction.

Their eyes met briefly before parting again, but the subtle moment was quickly picked up by sharp-eyed reporters.

“Miss Jiang, do you have anything to add?”

Jiang Qing was wearing a satin V-neck gown. The hem of the dress revealed a glimpse of her ankle, and under the lights, her skin glowed like fine porcelain, soft and alluring.

She glanced meaningfully at Song Qin Ning, drawing laughter and teasing from the crowd. But she did not reveal anything scandalous.

“Thanks to Miss Song, I also slept very well.”

The truth was, it had gotten late the night before, so she stayed over in Song Qin Ning’s guest room.

But she had trouble falling asleep.

She went to the kitchen to get some water and ended up bumping into Song Qin Ning, who also couldn’t sleep.

Since neither of them were tired, Jiang Qing invited her to stay and chat for a while.

“Last night might have been too sudden. I’ll give you some time to think it over. Let me know when you’re ready, alright?”

Her confession had been interrupted by that unexpected coughing fit, and she still hadn’t received an answer.

But Jiang Qing felt confident in how Song Qin Ning felt. She planned to find a proper moment and confess again.

Even though her first confession had been unplanned and unpolished, it would still become a treasured memory.

But who could say no to being confessed to twice?

Jiang Qing realized that she wasn’t as cold-hearted as she once believed. Once she had made up her mind, all she wanted was to give the very best to the person she loved.

“Alright,” Song Qin Ning replied softly.

Hearing that clear response, Jiang Qing’s eyes curved into a bright smile.

The two of them continued talking for a while. As they chatted, Jiang Qing started to feel drowsy. Her mind became hazy, and she could no longer stay awake. She couldn’t even remember if she had responded to Song Qin Ning’s last words. All she remembered was the gentle movement of the person beside her turning over.

A few strands of hair brushed against her cheek, carrying a cool and faintly sweet scent.

It tickled slightly, stirring something in her heart.

Instinctively, she reached out and wrapped her arms around the other person.

“Be good. Stop moving.”

The soft curve of her waist fit perfectly in Jiang Qing’s palm. At first it was a bit tense, but it gradually relaxed. Then came the long, steady rhythm of her breathing.

Surrounded by that faint, familiar fragrance, Jiang Qing opened her eyes just a little.

That peaceful and beautiful face was right next to her.

Suddenly, she remembered that once upon a time, she used to think living alone wasn’t so bad.

Looking at things now, she realized she had just been emotionally numb back then. She hadn’t yet understood the quiet warmth and happiness hidden in the phrase “a soft beauty in one’s arms.”

She watched Song Qin Ning sleep, smiled gently, and leaned down to place a soft kiss on her hair.

She didn’t know how much time passed after that, but eventually, she fell asleep too.

This year, there were many outstanding films. Still, Springtime in March stood out from the crowd and went on to win Best Director, Best Producer, and several other awards.

Though Song Qin Ning didn’t win this time, having already received Best Actress at a prestigious international film festival, she had no regrets. The team thought those were the last of the awards. But unexpectedly, the final award of the night—Most Popular Actress—was given to Jiang Qing.

It was an independent award, determined by the judging panel based on verified popularity and commercial value. Over the years, everyone who had won it was a true fan favorite. Their careers had always flourished afterward.

As if she had expected it, Jiang Qing calmly walked onstage. The spotlight shone down, casting a graceful glow on her.

Her acceptance speech was modest and flawless. Though simple, her words were sincere and humble.

Applause filled the room.

Holding the heavy trophy in her hands, she looked down at the faces in the audience—some familiar, some not. Among them was one face she could not stop looking at, a beautiful woman smiling gently at her.

Jiang Qing felt completely at peace.

Just then, the award presenter, who had already stepped down, returned to the stage and handed her a bouquet.

The audience burst into cheers and applause, but many were quietly puzzled. Since when did the Most Popular Actress award include flowers? Was this a new tradition starting this year? Or had fans pitched in for the bouquet?

And why was it a bouquet of icy blue flowers, a shade practically screaming romantic overtones?

Only the host wore a knowing smile, as if they were the only one who understood what was going on.

With a smile, the host said, “A beautiful bouquet for a beautiful winner. These icy blue flowers are stunning, but they weren’t prepared by us. Since many of you are probably curious, let’s invite our newly crowned star actress Jiang Qing to explain who the bouquet is from.”

Jiang Qing nodded politely at the host and turned toward the audience, though her eyes never left the person sitting in the third row.

“I want to use this important occasion to say something to someone special.”

Her unusual introduction brought the entire hall to sudden silence.

“When I met you, it wasn’t too early in my life, but it wasn’t too late either. It was just right. I am grateful that I met you rather than missed you. I’ve spent sleepless nights thinking of all the reasons I should hide my feelings. But standing here today, I realize none of those reasons matter more than one truth. I miss you. And it’s more than just missing you.”

“Maybe this is sudden, a confession without a proper pursuit. But I’m willing to spend every day from now on learning how to win your heart, one little step at a time, until the day you smile and say yes.”

“If I have a bouquet, I want it to be yours. And if my hands are empty, I want to use them to hold you.”

“Right now, I have a bouquet. But the answer lies with you. Qin Ning, will you be my girlfriend?”

All the lights seemed to fade, leaving only one person glowing in her eyes.

Jiang Qing saw Song Qin Ning lifting her dress slightly as she ran toward the stage. The spotlight followed her steps like scenes from a slow-motion film, frame by frame.

She ran up the stage.

Jiang Qing caught her in her arms. The bouquet had been knocked aside, but she didn’t care.

She embraced the woman tightly.

The bright, beautiful eyes looking back at her were filled with joy, warmth, and emotions too deep to name.

Her arms tightened around that slender waist. Jiang Qing lowered her head.

As Song Qin Ning lifted herself slightly on tiptoe to meet her halfway, their lips met in a kiss, tender and lingering.

And in that kiss, every answer became clear.

She was no longer alone.

1. 1. 1. 1. He Shu was present at the award ceremony.

When she saw Jiang Qing and Song Qin Ning together, she felt like a melon thief who had broken into a garden of ripe fruit, suddenly unsure where to begin.

Only after Jiang Qing explained did she realize that Song Qin Ning was the Omega Jiang Qing had been talking about. Everything finally made sense.

Though shocked, she quickly offered her heartfelt congratulations.

Jiang Qing happily accepted and promised that President Jiang would personally double He Shu’s year-end bonus.

He Shu immediately felt her initial congratulations were too basic. She opened her notebook and started writing elaborate, poetic blessings. Her writing was so charming that she accidentally landed her second job—freelancing personalized greeting messages for online shops. (Just kidding.)

1. 1. 1. 1. Jiang Qing developed a habit of confessing to Song Qin Ning after watching movies.

She often felt regret over not accepting the confession she once heard in a movie theater.

Now, as Jiang Niohulu Qing, she had made up her mind to make up for everything she missed.

Sometimes she would even quote lines from the movie they had just watched to tease Song Qin Ning, often earning unexpected little surprises.

As for Song Qin Ning, her response to these antics was simple—she didn’t want to talk and threw a bright red lemon at her girlfriend.

1. 1. 1. 1. Fans reacted well after learning about their relationship.

Both were accomplished actresses, not in the middle of rising popularity, and they had the public’s respect and blessings.

Besides, they were simply too good together. Their visuals were stunning. The fan forums overflowed with photos and videos. Artists and creators poured in. After that unforgettable confession at the award ceremony, countless new fans jumped on board. Their couple tag quickly dominated the top trending pages, launching a golden age of fandom bliss.

However, when Jiang Qing and Song Qin Ning, two notorious workaholics, fell in love, it was as if they had completely changed. They were willing to delay work just to spend time together.

Fans jokingly complained that their favorite stars had forgotten all about them, leaving their poor hearts broken.

So, the two of them joined a couples’ reality show.

After the show aired, everyone was happy. Fans were satisfied. The couple was content. A perfect world where no one got hurt had been achieved.

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