After Transmigrating Into the Scummy Alpha’s Rebirth Story - Chapter 10

Xinle Entertainment Agency

Song Nanzhang, the top-tier talent manager, folded her arms and appraised the Alpha standing before her. Her gaze was blunt, probing, and unabashed.

Next to her stood a woman in a fitted professional skirt suit, around forty, still carrying an air of elegance, stylishly dressed, eyes bright with anticipation.

“Ms. Nanzhang,” the woman said, “our Xiao Xiao just signed a contract. The previous scandals have already been handled by PR. She isn’t as bad as the rumors suggest—honest kid. Take a look and tell me which direction would be best for her career.”

“Ms. Yang,” Song Nanzhang clicked her tongue, her eyes fixed on the Alpha’s delicate features as she shook her head. “I know you. You’re not professionally trained; you’re surviving on looks alone.”

The office air conditioning was set low, and Xinle’s Executive CEO Yang Yuling inhaled sharply.

Song Nanzhang could be sharp-tongued, but she hadn’t expected such bluntness right in front of someone.

Yang was about to step in and defend Yuan Xiao, when the Alpha suddenly lifted her chin, tilting her gaze casually toward Song Nanzhang.

“Sister Song, aren’t you supposed to be a top-tier manager? Is managing me really that difficult—or is it all just a title?”

The words hit like a bomb; the atmosphere turned ice-cold.

Yang Yuling froze for a few seconds, realizing the situation had escalated. This kid had guts—retorting with zero hesitation.

What now? Chairman Zhao had specifically instructed that the company’s best manager handle Yuan Xiao. With millions in breach penalties at stake, if she couldn’t revive Yuan Xiao’s career and make her shine, Yang Yuling herself would be out of a job.

The CEO’s office fell into an almost deathly silence. Yang Yuling had no idea how to smooth things over—until Song Nanzhang, still staring intently at Yuan Xiao, suddenly burst out laughing.

“This temper! I love it! Ms. Yang, give me a year. I’ll take her under my wing!”

Yang Yuling blinked. “What?”

That actually worked?

Without thinking twice, she immediately bent forward in gratitude. “Thank you! Thank you! I’ll leave her in your hands. You decide how long you need!”

Song Nanzhang finally turned toward Yang Yuling and said, “Let me be clear: since she’s under my management, she follows my rules. I’ve seen all kinds of artists; if anyone tries to play games with me, even divine intervention won’t save them.”

Yang Yuling smiled awkwardly. “Yes, yes, Xiao Xiao, go thank Sister Song.”

And just like that, it was settled.

Yuan Xiao wasn’t surprised.

In her past life, she had waited at this office all morning for Song Nanzhang, who had said the exact same words in the exact same situation. Back then, it was her defiance that had provoked Song Nanzhang into agreeing. This time, it was because she already knew the manager’s personality inside out.

Song Nanzhang thrived on challenges.

After thanking her, Yuan Xiao was informed that Song Nanzhang had another appointment and had to leave. She checked the time and mentioned that there would be an acting class at 2 PM. Yuan Xiao could attend to observe and get acclimated; later, Song Nanzhang would assign her an assistant and arrange further work.

Everything was unfolding exactly as planned. Yuan Xiao left the CEO’s office, brimming with quiet confidence.

Yang Yuling escorted her out, still a bit shaken, patting her shoulder.

“Good thing you’re just a kid. You nearly scared me to death. If she hadn’t agreed to take you, begging wouldn’t have worked. This time it was sheer luck. Next time, watch your words—don’t offend her.”

Yuan Xiao touched her nose and put on a compliant smile. “Thank you, Ms. Yang.”

Yang Yuling laughed, glancing at her with an unreadable expression once they were alone in the corridor.

Yuan Xiao leaned closer, whispering so only Yang Yuling could hear, “You can call me Sister Yuling in private. Chairman Chao said so. No need to be so formal—we’re on the same side.”

“What did he say?” Yuan Xiao raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, I understand! You want to keep things low-key,” Yang Yuling said mysteriously. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you covered—your secret’s safe with me. The acting class room is just up ahead. Turn left at the corner, there’s a sign.”

Same result.

Exactly the same.

In her past life, on this same corridor, Yang Yuling had never told Yuan Xiao what Chairman Chao had said. Yuan Xiao had been in a state of stagnation, unable to care about how her surrogate mother felt about her.

She walked slowly. If nothing unexpected happened, she would spend the entire afternoon here, attending acting lessons. All the students were Xinle artists; as an uninvited newcomer, she expected cold stares.

The glass panels ahead let the afternoon sun stream in, illuminating the giant posters of the agency’s artists on the walls—unchanged from before.

Relying on memory, Yuan Xiao found the acting classroom without glancing at the overhead sign. Moving like air, hands in pockets, she slid in through the back door and took a seat by the window.

The only difference this time: having already attended the class, she didn’t need to pay close attention—she could recite everything from memory.

Meanwhile, Chaoxi was being dragged into Xinle Entertainment by Qingqing.

Since meeting Qingqing, her in-game “cheat prompts” kept popping up. Approaching the front desk, a small notice floated above the girl’s head:

[Xinle Agency Front Desk, NPC]

The receptionist stood up expertly and bowed to Chaoxi.

“Good afternoon, Young Miss Zhao! The company wasn’t expecting you. Are you here to see Ms. Yang? She just left.”

Chaoxi forced a smile.

“No worries, I’m just looking around.”

Qingqing looped her arm through Chaoxi’s, beaming with excitement.

“She came to see your newly signed talent. Yuan Xiao, where is she?”

“Please wait, I’ll check with security,” the receptionist replied.

While waiting, Chaoxi surveyed the office: the lobby walls displayed company regulations and high-quality posters of signed artists. Behind the left sofa area stood a row of life-sized standees.

Above the front desk, a massive LED screen scrolled profiles of the agency’s managers, each with detailed biographies.

The decor was minimalist yet luxurious, thoroughly professional.

No wonder this company was able to relaunch Yuan Xiao’s career.

It would be best if everything went smoothly, following the main storyline without any unexpected twists. Chaoxi felt that pretending to be the naive, innocent version of the original character was already a stretch—she couldn’t handle any more tests.

The receptionist hung up the phone and smiled politely. “Miss Zhao, Miss Yuan is currently in her acting class. You might have to wait about half an hour. After that, there’ll be a short break, and the teacher will change.”

Chaoxi was about to say, “Alright, we’ll wait then,” when Qingqing tugged her hand and spoke first to the receptionist, “Where is the acting class? Could we take a quick look? We won’t disturb anyone, promise.”

The receptionist looked troubled. “I, I’m afraid that’s not really allowed. There’s no precedent for that.”

Qingqing immediately looked disappointed, her head drooping pitifully.

Since arriving, she had been the easiest of Chaoxi’s friends to get along with. The girl was straightforward and sincere, completely centered on the original character, protective in an almost maternal way.

How could Chaoxi let this little cutie be disappointed?

Feeling unable to refuse, Chaoxi turned to the receptionist and delivered the final word.

“Consider this the precedent, then. Take us to the class.”

After all, she was the company’s young mistress, and the receptionist was just a low-level staff member. Who dared to refuse her instructions? She didn’t even bother consulting her superior and led the two of them straight to the acting classroom.

Ten minutes later, Qingqing’s wish was fulfilled.

Through a glass window, she saw her idol, propping her chin with her hand, sitting at the very back of the class, eyes closed, resting.

The sunlight bathed most of the Alpha’s face, highlighting delicate, youthful skin, fine down visible in the light. The almond-shaped eyes seen in the movies were now closed, the thick lashes forming two dark lines—so long they looked

like tiny fans. Perhaps unsettled in her dreams, the lashes twitched slightly, sending a shiver of delight through Qingqing’s heart.

Her eyes were the most beautiful eyes ever.

Qingqing practically drooled in her mind, then scolded herself for being shameless. She couldn’t lust after this Alpha—she belonged to her best friend!

Standing frozen beside her, Chaoxi’s gaze was different from Qingqing’s.

She remembered Yuan Xiao at twenty-one, back in college. Chaoxi had secretly gone to her school to see her on a bright summer afternoon.

By the classroom window, the girl had her chin propped up, unabashedly dozing.

Even though they were on different paths, Chaoxi had felt her heart stir at that moment.

Over the years, she had seen countless girls, yet none were as clean, fresh, or entirely pleasing to the eye as that girl had been.

In those most beautiful years of youth, that girl carried a long, quiet sorrow; when she slept, her brows would furrow in unease.

But Yuan Xiao now was different.

She wasn’t frowning. She slept peacefully. After a few frozen seconds of watching, she even plopped forward onto the desk, snoring softly.

Chaoxi: “…”

Qingqing gripped Chaoxi’s arm tightly, excitement bubbling up at Yuan Xiao’s every move.

In a small, breathless whisper near Chaoxi’s ear, she squealed, “Ahhh! Save me! She’s so cute!”

Chaoxi suppressed a laugh and looked again. It was strangely cute.

Cute enough that if she was the acting teacher, she might just grab her and shake her.

The classroom was a mess—the back row chairs unevenly scattered. Chaoxi realized that Yuan Xiao had chosen the perfect hiding spot. Taller students in front completely blocked her from view. Perhaps the teacher hadn’t even noticed someone sitting back there.

Smart choice.

Chaoxi curved her lips into a smile. With this attitude in class, how did Yuan Xiao become so popular later?

Was it her looks?

Still, she had to admit, such beauty was one in a million—a gift from the heavens.

In this quiet scene, the Alpha sat alone, doing nothing, simply sleeping, yet it was so beautiful that one dared not disturb it.

Chaoxi leaned closer to Qingqing and whispered, “We’ve seen her. Let’s go.”

Qingqing, however, was glued to the spot, her legs rooted as if they’d grown into the floor.

Having a beauty-obsessed bestie like this, Chaoxi could only sigh.

Qingqing leaned even closer, pleading innocently, “Just a little longer, please! It’s rare to be this close to my idol!”

Her voice was soft enough to melt into a puddle. Chaoxi, helpless, remained standing, unsure what to do.

What the two friends didn’t realize was that the Alpha napping inside had already woken up.

Yuan Xiao’s thoughts were in chaos.

Had Chaoxi ever come to see her like this before? Had she just been too focused on the lesson to notice? And now, why were they still standing there?

Heavens!

Caught slacking at work by her wife—so embarrassing!

What if her wife thought she wasn’t working hard?

What if she thought she wasn’t ambitious?

What if her wife regretted choosing her?

What if her wife hated her?

Even if her wife could understand that last night she had only marked territory and hadn’t gone further, what if her wife’s friend whispered lies in her ear?

What to do, what to do, what to do?

While pretending to sleep, Yuan Xiao kept a calm exterior, but her mind was in utter turmoil. Should she continue to feign sleep, or act awake and keep listening to the lesson?

This question plagued her, unresolved, until a breeze from the corridor drifted through the window. The formerly sleeping Alpha suddenly opened her eyes.

And she smelled it: wild rose.