Pretending to Be a Submissive O: My Fiancee Is a Little Pup - Chapter 3

“Song Qingxue? Why are you with her?” Ji Yahan’s tone was sharp with surprise, and beneath that surprise lay a rare trace of genuine worry.

“What’s wrong with her? Sis, why such a big reaction?” From Ji Yahan’s tone, it sounded like she knew this person quite well.

“Do you… even know who Song Qingxue is?”

“No idea.” Was this Song Qingxue some kind of big shot?

Ji Yahan sighed. “Yaran, you’re a celebrity. How can you be so oblivious to these things?”

“Sis, just tell me. Who exactly is this Song Qingxue?”

“Fine, I’ll give you a heads-up…”

As Ji Yahan explained, Ji Yaran finally learned that this Song Qingxue was actually a famous manager within the industry.

Famous for what, exactly?

She was the rumored lover of the international supermodel, Georgina.

The name Song Qingxue alone might not ring a bell for many, but mention Georgina, and everyone could rattle off a list of her achievements.

A top-tier model and a total bombshell, Georgina possessed the face of an angel and the body of a devil. Hailed as the “Artemis of the fashion world,” she had swept numerous international awards at a young age. The moment she stepped onto a runway, she became the undisputed center of attention.

Professional opinions on Georgina were polarized. Some felt she had pushed the craft of modeling to its absolute limit, while others attacked her for her ambiguous sexual orientation, claiming she had a scandalous reputation and a messy private life.

And Song Qingxue had been her inseparable manager for the three years since her debut, as well as her rumored lover for just as long. The two had been caught by the paparazzi multiple times staying at the same hotels and vacationing together, showing an intimacy they didn’t care to hide.

Online opinions were mixed.

Some believed it was normal for a manager and their star to be close, while others felt that given Georgina’s openly liberal lifestyle, it was impossible for her and Song Qingxue to be just business partners.

The controversy never reached a conclusion, but a month ago, Georgina suddenly announced she was terminating her contract with Song Qingxue. In interviews, she simply cited “creative differences.” Since then, whenever the topic surfaced online, both parties maintained a tacit, ironclad silence.

After learning all this, Ji Yaran was stunned.

The Song Qingxue her sister described, someone who could build an international supermodel, maintain a three-year intimate relationship with her, and play the media like a fiddle, was clearly no damsel in distress.

But the person she had encountered last night…

— “Sister, could you let me stay with you for a few more days, please?”

— “I… I ran away from home. My family treats me poorly and they’re looking for me. Please don’t abandon me…”

 “I can cook and do housework, I won’t be a burden.”

Maybe they just have the same name? Ji Yaran couldn’t help but wonder.

She truly couldn’t reconcile these two polar opposite images. The Song Qingxue she met was pitiful and delicate, always speaking in a soft, timid voice, as if every word was calculated to avoid making her angry.

Could a person like that really have turned Georgina into a global icon?

“Sis, do you have a photo of her?” Ji Yaran felt it was better to be sure. Maybe this was all just one big misunderstanding.

“Why would I save a photo of her? If you’re so curious, just look her up online.”

Ji Yaran smacked her forehead. “Oh, right! I can just search for her myself… I guess I drank too much last night and my brain isn’t fully in gear yet.”

“Look at you. I bet you haven’t even thought about coming home in ages, have you? When do you plan on visiting?”

“I’ve been filming lately,” Ji Yaran made an excuse. “As soon as I’ve got some free time, I’ll be there. Sis, help me smooth things over with the folks for now, please?”

“You really are something… Fine, but make sure you come back soon, or Mom and Dad are going to start blaming me again.”

After hanging up, Ji Yaran searched for Georgina and Song Qingxue’s names, only to find to her shock that while there were plenty of photos of Georgina, there were none of Song Qingxue.

Not a single one.

Not even a group photo or a blurry shot of her from behind.

Logically, given Georgina’s fame, a scandal like this should have been sensational enough to have every media outlet scrambling for a scoop. Yet, Ji Yaran couldn’t find a single image related to Song Qingxue.

Every social media account was the same. Empty.

Refusing to give up, she searched for Song Qingxue’s name directly, only to find that relevant reports were also incredibly sparse.

How was this possible?

With Georgina’s level of fame, people would be snapping photos wherever she went. Hiding the face of her manager should have been nearly impossible.

Ji Yaran could only think of two possibilities. Either Georgina’s agency wanted to kill the rumors and was intentionally scrubbing Song Qingxue from the internet, or Song Qingxue had some hidden power behind her that made the media too terrified to expose her private life.

Ji Yaran leaned toward the former. First, it was only natural for an agency to worry about a star dating their manager. Second, if Song Qingxue had that kind of background, why would she be content being an obscure manager in the entertainment industry?

These questions only deepened her suspicion. Most importantly, she needed to figure out if the Omega living in her house was the same person as this legendary manager.

***

That afternoon, Ji Yaran bought lunch and returned to her apartment. As soon as she walked in, she was greeted by the rich aroma of coffee, slightly bitter but deep and full-bodied.

She was surprised. She hadn’t ordered any coffee delivery.

If that was the case, where was the smell coming from?

“Sister, you’re back?” Hearing the door, Song Qingxue hurried out of the kitchen to greet her. “Why are you so late today? Have you eaten?”

“Not yet,” Ji Yaran replied, changing her shoes and tossing a plastic bag to her. “Here’s some Type-1 suppressants. This should last you until the end of your heat.”

An Omega’s heat usually lasts five to seven days, so Ji Yaran had bought a week’s supply.

“Thank you, sister,” Song Qingxue said, taking the bag and looking inside with a bashful expression. “I’m sorry to make you spend money on me. I’ll pay you back as soon as I can.”

“Forget it, it wasn’t that much. Don’t worry about it.”

As she spoke, Ji Yaran’s gaze drifted past her to the table, where a large carafe of coffee, nearly a full liter—was sitting.

“You bought coffee? That’s a bit much, isn’t it?” Setting aside where the coffee came from, that volume was overkill for just two people.

“I brewed it,” Song Qingxue explained. “I noticed you had some extra coffee beans that were about to expire. There wasn’t enough for two separate batches, so I just brewed them all together.”

Ji Yaran then remembered that because Yu Shi loved coffee, the original owner of this body had specially bought a high-end espresso machine and expensive beans. She had been meticulous to the point of obsession, wanting to make sure Yu Shi could always have a perfect cup whenever she visited.

Unfortunately, Yu Shi never appreciated it. Instead, she had mocked her for being clumsy, claiming her brewing skills couldn’t hold a candle to a professional barista.

Ji Yaran stared at the coffee, lost in thought. After a long moment, she turned her gaze back to Song Qingxue, studying her. Her red lips parted slightly as she spoke, “You certainly know how to do a lot of things.”

“Sister?” Song Qingxue sensed the double meaning in her words. A flicker of hesitation crossed her eyes as she asked tentatively, “Do you… do you not like me doing these things?”

She pursed her lips, looking slightly hurt. “Do you not like the smell of coffee, sister?”

“No,” Ji Yaran walked over to the sofa and sat down, looking at the carafe. “I’m just curious who taught you all this.”

“I taught myself,” Song Qingxue answered cautiously, watching Ji Yaran’s expression for any sign of anger. “My technique might not be great. If you don’t like it, I won’t do it again.”

“I never said that,” Ji Yaran couldn’t help but chuckle. A knowing glint flashed in her eyes as she said casually, “I’m just a bit curious about you.”

“What are you curious about? If you doubt me or want to know something, you can just ask me directly. I’ll tell you.”

“Really?” To be honest, Ji Yaran didn’t buy it. This Omega definitely had secrets, but whether those secrets would allow them to keep associating was hard to say. Her intuition told her that Song Qingxue was nowhere near as simple as she appeared.

“Sister, go ahead and ask,” Song Qingxue urged. She didn’t offer a defense, appearing even more transparent than Ji Yaran herself.

“Mm,” Ji Yaran hummed, but she didn’t speak immediately because she wasn’t quite sure how to start.

Should she ask what she did for a living? Ask if she was Georgina’s former manager? Or ask what her goal was in staying here? No matter how she phrased it, it felt too abrupt.

Finally, Ji Yaran decided on a gentler approach.

“I still don’t know what you do. Do you have a job?”

“Yes.”

“Oh?” Ji Yaran looked up at her, her eyes clearly prompting her to continue.

Song Qingxue lowered her head slightly, her hands tightening around her cup. “Like you, sister, I work in the entertainment and culture industry.”

This answer was exactly what Ji Yaran expected. “Entertainment and culture” was a broad field, but given the identical name, the likelihood of her being that famous manager increased significantly.

And… she knew what Ji Yaran did for a living.

Since things had reached this point, Ji Yaran stopped beating around the bush. She asked point-blank, “You’re a manager signed with All-Star Media, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Song Qingxue didn’t hide it. “Sister, I didn’t mean to keep it from you. I just… I hadn’t found the right time to tell you yet.”

Ji Yaran remained noncommittal about that explanation. Honestly, she didn’t think she possessed anything worth Song Qingxue’s effort to get close to. She was just a bottom-tier, washed-up actress with a messy reputation involving Yu Shi. She wasn’t a competitor to Georgina in any way. Why would Song Qingxue go out of her way to approach her?

“So, when you saw me outside the hotel yesterday, you already knew who I was?”

“Yes. I was at the banquet last night too, accompanying one of my agency’s artists. I got a call from a friend halfway through and left. Just as I was leaving the hotel, I happened to see you having a bit of a disagreement with President Yu.”

That sounded plausible. Last night, Yu Shi had thrown a homecoming party for Liu Jia’an and invited many artists they had worked with. It was normal for managers to tag along.

“And then you came home with me…”

“It’s just as I told you,” Song Qingxue explained. “I really did have a fight with a friend and had nowhere to go, which is why I asked for your help on the spot.”

“Fine. I have no way to verify that, so I’ll take your word for it. But you should at least tell me why you want to stay here long-term.”

The living room fell into a sudden, heavy silence. The air felt as though it had frozen solid.

“Sister… I don’t have any ulterior motive.”

“Oh?” Ji Yaran raised her eyebrows in surprise.

“I just…” Song Qingxue looked nervous, her fingers gripping the hem of her shirt. “I just want to follow you.”

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