Becoming the Comfort Alpha for the Aloof Movie Queen - Chapter 103

Green Tea Puppy and Scheming Cat

Liang Ruojing finished all her work in Yanjing and caught a flight to Hecheng, arriving at 10 PM. The program staff met her and led her to a shuttle bus.

Liang Ruojing yawned. When she opened her eyes again, several mission cards were placed in front of her.

The staff explained, “Teacher Liang, draw a card to decide who you will be waking up tomorrow morning.”

They really knew how to play.

Liang Ruojing drew a card based on intuition. When she flipped it over, the number “5” was written clearly on the paper.

She asked in confusion, “Aren’t there only four people this episode?”

The staff reminded her, “Perhaps there is a mystery guest.”

With only three days left before filming, the program team had actually managed to find a replacement. Liang Ruojing was full of curiosity about this mystery guest.

When she reached the hotel, she specifically checked her room number before entering. She was in “2,” and the room directly opposite was “5.”

She didn’t know what kind of perfume had been sprayed in the hallway, but it was a faint scent of lilies—extraordinarily pleasant. Liang Ruojing couldn’t help but sniff it for a few more seconds before she suddenly burst out laughing.

She truly missed Ming Tanqing; she was actually thinking of an Omega’s pheromones.

It was late, so Liang Ruojing did a simple wash-up and went straight to bed. Around 2 AM, a noise came from the hallway—muffled and unclear. Sleeping groggily, Liang Ruojing didn’t pay much attention to it. She assumed it was another guest arriving.

She fell back asleep. This time, the scent of lilies appeared in her dream. It wasn’t the pure floral scent of the hotel corridor, but the cold fragrance unique to that Omega, wrapped in wind and snow—elegant and quiet. It easily stirred the anxiety and heat in her bones.

Strange.

As dawn approached, Liang Ruojing woke up with a start. She sat up, the gland at the back of her neck throbbing with a presence so strong she couldn’t ignore it. Unknowingly, an Alpha’s aura had filled the entire room. It was pervasive, as if searching for something—a breath of air, or a person.

It was 5:45 AM.

Since it was almost time for the “wake-up call” scheduled by the program team anyway, Liang Ruojing got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash away the stickiness. As the warm water flowed over her, she remained puzzled. It wasn’t her rut, so why had her pheromones suddenly spiraled out of control?

The last time she came back from Jingda, her pheromones had also gone out of control; she was so anxious she couldn’t restrain them. Even now, her pheromones seemed to be searching in all directions, as if they were determined to trap the Omega firmly once found.

This was a strange illness. It had been a long time since she had established a marking relationship with Ming Tanqing.

Liang Ruojing changed her clothes, applied an isolation patch to her gland, and sat on the sofa waiting for the wake-up crew.

So, when the program staff sneakily pushed open the door to stage a surprise, this was the scene they encountered—Liang Ruojing, fully dressed and sitting by the coffee table, looking refreshed. Seeing them enter, she even waved and greeted them with a smile: “Brother Lu, morning.”

Lu Chengwen fell silent. He felt that the spray bottle in his hand, intended for the wake-up call, was a joke. Lu Chengwen decisively threw the spray bottle aside and turned to leave.

“Since Xiao Liang is already up, I’m going back to my room to sleep.”

In the end, the spray bottle became Liang Ruojing’s weapon. The program team gave her an additional red marker, which could be used to draw on people’s faces. Liang Ruojing was speechless; that was ruthless. If she actually used it, would person No. 5 hate her?

Liang Ruojing followed the crew out the door with trepidation and walked a few steps to the door of Room 5. She tapped twice lightly.

“Teacher?”

No response. They seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Liang Ruojing took out the spare key card. The moment the door opened a crack, she already felt something was wrong. This scent… it was lilies. It was profound and special—it could never be confused with any other lily in the world. This scent carried that person’s temperament: cold and charming, with a crispness like icicles.

Her Alpha pheromones recognized the Omega. It felt like being in a thicket of lilies; soft vines wrapped around her ankles, making it hard to move. She walked in slowly, step by step, until she reached the bedside.

With the help of the light leaking through the gaps in the curtains, Liang Ruojing saw the face of the person on the bed.

It really was Ming Tanqing.

She was still sleeping curled up, with half her face pressed into the pillow. Her cheeks had a slight flush from the warmth, and her breathing was rhythmic and long. It was just like every ordinary morning in the past.

“Teacher Liang?”

The staff’s whispered voice pulled Liang Ruojing back from her memories. She looked at the spray bottle and marker in her hands. As she raised her hand and her fingertips were about to touch the Omega’s face, she suddenly swerved and gently shook her shoulder.

“Sister Tanqing, wake up.”

The scent of mint wine quietly dispersed into the air. Ming Tanqing moved and opened her eyes. Her vision was blurry; she could only see a familiar silhouette.

“Ruojing?”

Ming Tanqing rubbed her eyes, looking drowsy and a bit dazed. As she sat up, the quilt slipped down, revealing the Omega’s exquisite neck and shoulder lines.

The camera shifted—but it was blocked by Liang Ruojing’s hand.

No filming allowed!

Liang Ruojing said solemnly, “Film later.”

The cameraman obediently pointed the lens out the window.

Ming Tanqing was awake. Looking at the Alpha’s resolute profile, she smiled softly. She whispered, “So it’s you who came to wake me up.”

Liang Ruojing was still shaken. Thank goodness it was her who came to wake Sister Ming! What kind of segment was this? It was so impolite!

Ming Tanqing came out after changing her clothes. Liang Ruojing naturally walked behind her to help straighten her collar. She asked, “Sister Tanqing, why are you here?”

The Alpha’s fingertips occasionally brushed against her thin skin. Ming Tanqing lowered her eyes. “I could help with the drama promotion and I had an opening in my schedule, so I came.”

Liang Ruojing nodded. So that was it.

Nearby, the program team was dumbfounded. Hello? People are still here! What is that eerie sense of familiarity? And Liang Ruojing, shouldn’t you have used the spray bottle to squirt her awake?

Seeing that Ming Tanqing had finished pinning up her hair, the staff felt a sense of powerlessness. They said, “Well, Liang Ruojing can draw on her now.”

Ming Tanqing looked at the red marker in Liang Ruojing’s hand with a teasing expression. “Are you going to draw on my face?”

Liang Ruojing suppressed a smile. “Mhm. Sister, close your eyes.”

Ming Tanqing tilted her head up, her eyelashes fluttering nervously. She couldn’t see; she could only feel Liang Ruojing holding her chin with her fingers while the rough marker tip rubbed and circled on her forehead.

“Done.”

Ming Tanqing opened her eyes and instinctively looked at the crew. “What did she draw?”

The crew: “A flower.”

It was a very simple five-petaled flower, a tiny blossom set between her brows, instantly adding a hint of charm to her entire face.

Wait.

Liang Ruojing, the program team gave you that pen, but it wasn’t for you to draw flowers!

Ming Tanqing looked in the mirror and was quite satisfied. “It looks good.”

Liang Ruojing chuckled. “I’ll wash it off in a bit.”

The crew: “…” Let’s just go quickly, I can’t take this.

The next three wake-up calls were much more normal—sonic attacks, light pollution, pulling off blankets… Everyone woke up with a mix of exhaustion and anger on their faces. The program team was satisfied. This was the “correct” way to open a wake-up segment.

Ming Tanqing was a mystery guest. When she appeared, the other three people were startled. Lu Chengwen went forward to exchange pleasantries: “I didn’t expect you to come to our show.”

Ming Tanqing looked at Liang Ruojing beside her and said directly, “I’m here to help promote our Seeking Revenge.”

Ren Wanying arched an eyebrow, her gaze darting between the two.

At breakfast, they filmed a segment experiencing the local specialty breakfast. After briefly packing their gear, the group headed out to experience the second activity—pottery.

A white-haired master craftsman sat by the workstation, his hands pulling and squeezing a lump of clay. In just five minutes, a round-bellied, narrow-necked vase was created.

Liang Ruojing watched the master with admiration. She had been clumsy since childhood and was clueless about all handicrafts—origami, pottery, embroidery; her hands were always awkward. But seeing the master do it so easily, Liang Ruojing felt she could do it too.

Isn’t it just a piece of mud?

Confident, Liang Ruojing placed the clay mold on the workstation. She mimicked the master by lightly gripping the clay, then easing her strength to mold the desired shape…

Ten minutes later, she had a lump of mud.

It was so hard.

Looking around, everyone was at different stages of progress. This was clearly Ming Tanqing’s forte; she had already finished molding and was applying color. Her slender, pale fingertips held the paintbrush, and her profile was focused and beautiful.

Noticing the Omega looking up at her, Liang Ruojing’s heart tightened. She turned sideways, very craftily blocking her workstation. She couldn’t lose face in front of Sister Tanqing.

Liang Ruojing turned her attention back to the workstation, leaning over to continue her struggle with the lump of clay. After another ten minutes, she was on the verge of a breakdown. Why was it so difficult? Just when it was almost shaped, she accidentally broke it.

Liang Ruojing was about to fall apart. She hurriedly tried to salvage it, sweat nearly dripping from her brow.

At that moment, a hand reached out from behind her. The sleeves were pushed up to the elbows; the fingers were long and fair, with clean, healthy pink nails. Ming Tanqing leaned against her from behind. The soft contact against her back caused Liang Ruojing’s waist to go rigid instantly.

“Gentler.”

Ming Tanqing’s hand cupped hers, her soft fingertips lightly rubbing against Liang Ruojing’s knuckles. The movement was gentle and intimate—it was really easy to get the wrong idea.

The tips of Liang Ruojing’s ears turned red, and her blood began to boil. Was she being too improper? Why was she thinking of other, more ambiguous, more intimate scenarios?

The Omega breathed into her ear: “Take it slow.”

Liang Ruojing’s hand shook, nearly ruining the semi-finished product completely. Ming Tanqing glared at her and complained softly, “You’re always so forceful; you’ve broken it.”

A wave of tingling ran down Liang Ruojing’s spine. Her eyes widened, and the look she gave Ming Tanqing was filled with clear astonishment. Is… is this something you can say out in the open?

Liang Ruojing quickly glanced at the camera and reminded her, “Sister Tanqing, we are still making pottery.”

Ming Tanqing blinked innocently. “I know. I’m teaching you how to make pottery.”

“The master taught it this way too.”

Liang Ruojing turned to look at the master and Lu Chengwen. Indeed, the master had to place his hands over the others to teach the technique of applying pressure.

So, she was overthinking it?

Liang Ruojing was dazed. A peripheral glance caught the smile in the Omega’s eyes, and she snapped out of it. She had been teased again! You only need to use your hands; there was no need for Ming Tanqing to press her whole body against her like that.

Seeing she had been caught, Ming Tanqing stood up and walked to Liang Ruojing’s side to begin teaching seriously. Her tone was gentle, her voice as pleasant as a mountain spring, and Liang Ruojing slowly began to make progress. Although it wasn’t as perfect as the master’s, it was a complete vase.

“Sister Tanqing, I succeeded!” Liang Ruojing looked at Ming Tanqing, her eyes sparkling like fallen stars. “It doesn’t seem that hard after all.”

Ming Tanqing had a smile on her lips. “Mhm. You are very smart.”

Liang Ruojing’s tail was about to start wagging again. Her confidence even began to inflate. She took another piece of clay, wanting to try again.

Grip, relax, shape…

She was getting the hang of it, and the excitement in her eyes grew more intense. Just then, a conversation drifted over.

“Sister Ming, could I trouble you to teach me? Mine is always crooked.”

Alarm bells rang in Liang Ruojing’s heart. She turned around to see a male Beta smiling shyly. Ming Tanqing was also looking in that direction, her profile gentle; she looked like she was about to agree.

Was she going to teach him hand-on-hand too?!

Just as Ming Tanqing was weighing her words to decline, a very deliberate “exclamation” came from behind her.

“Oh no, this is so hard!”

She turned around to see Liang Ruojing purposely making her newly molded clay crooked. Her large eyes blinked as she stared at Ming Tanqing pleadingly.

“Sister Tanqing, teach me first. I’m so clumsy.”