I Topped the Aloof Omega in a Scummy Alpha Novel - Chapter 25

“I misunderstood?”

Black pupils stared intently at black pupils, the exact same face, yet the person on one side of the mirror seemed to move first.

Bian Yunchen leaned on the ceramic sink in surprise, resisting a momentary feeling of weightlessness.

“She” had been here.

Unlike before, this time Bian Yunchen could see her actions.

She closed her eyes, and the sensation of being kissed surged up from below her, reaching her brain and nerves, accompanied by her own rising and falling breath.

The warmth of someone’s cheek seemed to linger on her fingers, and a shameful sound of lapping water was muffled in her ears.

Bian Yunchen suddenly opened her eyes, her heart pounding violently, filled with an inexplicable unease.

Natural light leaked in little by little from the crack under the door, spilling onto Xuan Yuchi’s body. She looked sleepily towards the door.

Her life was simple: she needed food, happiness, and an iced Americano. Without these, she easily became sleepy.

Bian Yunchen was back.

Xuan Yuchi had thought she left. She was a little tired now, so she just lay lazily on the floor, her hands and face not entirely clean.

Bian Yunchen was no stranger to this place; she had designed it herself. She had only treated it as a dark corner, never imagining that one day she would actually be here…

She closely watched Xuan Yuchi’s eyes.

Fortunately, Xuan Yuchi was clueless and didn’t fear her because of this.

Seeing Bian Yuchen slowly crouch in front of her, Xuan Yuchi trembled slightly. Was she going to be “punished” again?

An excited current flowed through her heart, and Xuan Yuchi stared unblinkingly.

Bian Yunchen took out a packet of wet wipes, placed them on the floor, and pulled out a sheet. She first meticulously wiped Xuan Yuchi’s face, from nose to mouth, then lifted Xuan Yuchi’s hands to thoroughly clean them.

The scent of mountain snow permeated the secret room, especially strong on Xuan Yuchi’s nose tip, tongue tip, and fingertips. Now, it was being cleaned away by its original owner.

“Click.”

The ankle restraint on Xuan Yuchi’s left foot was unlocked.

Another “click.”

Surprise flashed in Xuan Yuchi’s eyes. Had she truly succeeded in reforming Yunchen?

System: [No, you haven’t.]

Xuan Yuchi: [……]

“Go take a shower.”

Bian Yunchen left the room, leaving just that one sentence.

Oh, so she was just no longer going to be tied up.

Of course, the benefits of not being tied up were numerous.

Xuan Yuchi enjoyed a good shower, then ran naked outside the bathroom. There were indeed clothes prepared for her in the closet.

Since she couldn’t leave anytime soon, she simply chose the cotton pajamas, banged on the door, and loudly announced that she was hungry.

Not long after, lemon pan-fried chicken, spaghetti, a fruit platter, and coffee were delivered.

Xuan Yuchi felt like she hadn’t had a good meal in a long time. As she ate, she sighed about how good it was to be an “honest” person—with water and food to eat.

After eating, Xuan Yuchi went to knock on the door again. An employee came to take the things away, and Xuan Yuchi asked for two dumbbells and turned on the TV.

Without her phone, she could only watch the news to keep up with the world’s current events.

She watched the news while lifting the dumbbells. The 6lb dumbbells were not difficult to lift at all. She hadn’t had time to exercise lately, so how had her strength increased?

News anchor: “Recently, riots occurred in Jingcheng and Qicheng, resulting in 2,344 deaths and 5,232 injuries…”

“Actress Bian Yunchen has had no official news since her marriage trouble, sparking external conspiracy theories, and the public is extremely concerned about her personal safety…”

“The Ministry of Finance may reduce funding for cultural development next quarter…”

At nine in the morning, the employees of Shuihe Entertainment started their workday. Although their boss had vanished, they still went to work, held meetings, drafted proposals, and handled other affairs.

While the entire nation was seemingly undergoing a massive societal change, the employees of Shuihe Entertainment felt somewhat detached.

This was due to the corporate culture and the nature of their boss, which had gradually seeped into the employees’ minds.

Since the company’s founding, no matter the economic recession or policy oppression, their big boss, the movie queen, used her money to weather the storm, never docking any salary or bonus, and providing plenty of benefits.

Joining the employees at work were truck drivers.

Fans also had their own lives, so they simply crowdfunded five trucks that parked outside the Shuihe Entertainment building every day, their electronic screens displaying the fans’ strong demands.

Amy had a headache dealing with this and tried several times to apply to the relevant regulatory bureaus to have the trucks removed, but the bureaus said it was legal and refused to intervene.

Fortunately, just before Amy got a debilitating headache, she finally received a call from her boss.

Participate in a variety show?

Hmm???

A movie queen participating in a variety show? Wasn’t this degrading her status?

However, Bian Yunchen had always been decisive, and Amy did not want to voice her objection, simply stating that she would contact the variety show production team.

The variety show was called Brave Forward. The third season was currently casting. It was a travel and adventure reality show.

The artists had to drive themselves to the destination specified by the production team. Some sections of the route required trekking, as they were inaccessible by car.

The destinations were remote places, and unexpected dangers would pop up from time to time, severely testing the artists’ courage and their ability to respond in extreme environments.

Thus, the artists who participated in the previous two seasons were all Alphas, mostly sports stars or martial arts stars, whose image was generally rugged and powerful, looking very “alive.” After the show became a hit, it even sparked a fitness trend, with a noticeable increase in Alphas signing up for gym memberships.

If Bian Yunchen participated in this show, a good performance wouldn’t add much to her already immense fame.

If her performance was unsatisfactory, she might be ridiculed and cyberbullied. Her fame was too big, and she had quite a few anti-fans. The company had even sued several people for fabricating rumors.

Amy held a two-hour meeting, drew up various contingency plans, and even had the legal department draft an agreement to prevent the production team from malicious editing for the sake of viewership.

After preparing everything, she contacted the production team.

The production team was overjoyed. They had invited several popular celebrities in the second season, but these people tried too hard, causing the show to lose its reputation. They never dreamed that Bian Yunchen would be willing to join the show.

Before the first season was produced, they had sent invitations to half the entertainment industry but never considered inviting Bian Yunchen.

This was the Movie Queen’s variety show debut!

The production team agreed to all of Amy’s conditions and promised that Bian Yunchen could unconditionally withdraw midway through the show.

The production team only had one request: the rules for this season had a slight change.

They hoped Bian Yunchen could bring a friend along to participate.

Xuan Yuchi had a rare lack of appetite these past few days. The delivered meals were only touched a few times before being taken away.

She expressed her desire to see Yunchen several times, but no one responded.

Without seeing Yunchen, their relationship couldn’t move to the next stage, and this world couldn’t move to the next stage.

The number of Omegas resisting the conservative government was increasing, and the daily death toll was also rising.

Although they were far from Xuan Yuchi—Jingcheng and Qicheng were in the eastern part of the country, and the capital was in the northwest—Xuan Yuchi would see bloody protest teams whenever she closed her eyes, as if possessed.

The system had not told Xuan Yuchi that she was already close to victory.

“Mistress, Miss Xuan hasn’t been eating much these past few days,” Xiaoxi worriedly said.

Bian Yuchen was lying on a beach chair, basking in the sun. Beside her was a large stack of documents: financial reports from her companies, scripts submitted by film companies, and reports from the experts she hired.

She had been reading here all afternoon and grew tired of it. Closing her eyes for a nap, she heard that Xuan Yuchi wasn’t eating. After a few seconds of silence, she walked toward the hotel, with Xiaoxi tidying up the documents and following closely behind.

Today, the kitchen prepared brown sugar fried glutinous rice cakes, mint fried pork ribs, lotus seed soup, and passion fruit sour beef.

The kitchen had two menus, provided by an anonymous person, all consisting of dishes Xuan Yuchi loved.

The first menu was generated by big data analysis of the dishes Xuan Yuchi had eaten the most since arriving at Fengxia Island.

The second menu was generated from the anonymous person’s memories of the dishes and flavors Xuan Yuchi had liked since childhood.

Unfortunately, for someone with no appetite, even the most delicious dishes are bland.

When the hotel staff brought the dishes to Xuan Yuchi’s door, they would first sigh, lamenting the wasted delicacies.

As the employee served the food, they heard Xuan Yuchi also sigh.

“You don’t need to make so much in the future. I can’t eat it all.”

“If you don’t eat, you won’t even have the energy to sigh.” Bian Yunchen walked out from behind the door and naturally sat down next to Xuan Yuchi.

The employee wisely retreated and closed the door.

When Xuan Yuchi saw Bian Yunchen, her eyes were like those of someone who had seen a saving Bodhisattva.

But she was currently very unsure of Bian Yunchen’s temperament and was afraid of saying the wrong thing to provoke her, which would mean she could forget about going outside. So, she lowered her head and remained silent.

“It’s very chaotic outside lately.” Bian Yunchen seemed to read her mind, her tone faint. She picked up a rice cake and blew on it.

Xuan Yuchi stared at the rice cake, which was coated in brown sugar syrup, and the aroma drifted over. She couldn’t help but open her mouth.

The rice cake went into Bian Yunchen’s mouth.

Okay, she understood.

Xuan Yuchi instantly stood up, pressed her hands on Bian Yunchen’s shoulders, and leaned down to kiss her.

Bian Yunchen hadn’t expected Xuan Yuchi to suddenly… during a meal. The food in her mouth was being pried at. She frowned and swallowed it.

Xuan Yuchi gained nothing and stared at her in confusion.

Why was she so stingy?

Bian Yunchen’s face was slightly red. She said speechlessly, “Eat well.”

Xuan Yuchi: “I misunderstood?”

Only then did she notice there were two sets of cutlery on the table; Bian Yuchen had come to eat with her.

Xuan Yuchi gave an awkward smile: “I thought it was like that day. Ah, no, that day was…”

“Eat,” Bian Yunchen interrupted her.

Xuan Yuchi licked her lips. They tasted a little like brown sugar. She smiled and sat down, eating dutifully.

But she really didn’t have much of an appetite. After a few bites, she didn’t want to eat anymore. She enthusiastically put food on Yuchen’s plate, trying to hide her loss of appetite.

“Sister Bian, have a piece of pork rib. You’re too thin. You should eat more meat,” Xuan Yuchi said.

Actresses needed to maintain their figure year-round, and Bian Yunchen was no exception, but she wasn’t extremely thin—she had just the right beautiful lines.

Her calves were fair and delicate enough to be clasped with a hand, and her thighs were evenly toned and firm like a clean jade vase. Unfortunately, Xuan Yuchi was too nervous at the time and subconsciously thought Yuchen was too thin.

Bian Yunchen used her chopsticks to press down on Xuan Yuchi’s chopsticks, signaling her to stop serving her food.

“Finish the rest of the dishes, except the soup.”

Xuan Yuchi gave a forced smile, bubbles rising in her throat. She was unwilling and regretted not serving Yuchen more food.

Bian Yunchen leisurely finished a bowl of soup: “I’ll take you off the island next week.”

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