She doesn’t want to pretend to be an Omega either! - Chapter 12

It had been a while since Wen Mo last strolled through a mall. The moment she stepped inside, she headed straight for a milk tea shop and ordered herself a cup.

After all, how could a shopping trip be complete without milk tea?

Originally, she only planned to pick out a gift for Wei Mingshu. But after browsing here and there, she found too many pretty little dresses. With her card balance comfortably full, she couldn’t resist and ended up buying a few new outfits for herself as well.

The original “Wen Mo” hadn’t kept many dresses in her wardrobe.

Not that female Alphas couldn’t wear skirts—it was just that “Wen Mo” personally didn’t like them.

Because of her looks, “Wen Mo” had always tried to make herself appear more imposing. Since she couldn’t pull off the domineering goddess vibe, she settled for a darker, androgynous style. Her closet was full of dark-colored tops and pants.

But deep down, Wen Mo was still a girl at heart—and no girl could ever truly resist a beautiful dress.

After trying on several and feeling satisfied with her picks, she decisively swapped out her oversized hoodie and baggy pants, slipping instead into a lavender-pink maxi dress. She planned to meet Wei Mingshu later in her brand-new look.

Alphas had strong constitutions, resistant to cold. Though it was already late autumn, Wen Mo didn’t feel chilly even in just a thin fleece sweatshirt, and now that she was wrapped in a beautiful dress, her heart felt so warm that she didn’t even bother with leggings.

The skirt perfectly highlighted this body’s slim waist and long legs—she looked like she could walk a Victoria’s Secret runway.

She admired herself in the mirror for a long while before finally, under the enthusiastic praise of the handsome male sales clerk, she spun around with a flourish and paid.

“Please deliver these to my school. Thank you,” Wen Mo instructed.

She still had Wei Mingshu’s birthday party to attend later, and didn’t want to lug around shopping bags. Luckily, the store offered delivery services—and since she’d just dropped quite a bit in one go, she might as well take advantage of it.

“Of course, miss.” The sales clerk’s smile was perfectly polished.

Wen Mo grabbed her half-finished milk tea from the counter, straw still in her mouth, and sauntered toward the next shop.

The mall was lively for a Friday afternoon. Despite being a weekday, plenty of people were leisurely strolling about.

And Wen Mo was one of them.

Dressed in her new skirt, sipping sweet milk tea, her mood was soaring.

But that didn’t last long.

She hadn’t walked far before a looming shadow blocked her way.

Looking up, Wen Mo saw a tall stranger—a man with a self-satisfied, slightly greasy smile hanging on his lips.

Behind him trailed another man and a woman, both also tall.

Outnumbered, Wen Mo decided not to pick a fight. She lowered her gaze, intending to step aside.

But as soon as she moved, the tall figure shifted too. “Hey, cutie.”

Wen Mo nearly spat out her milk tea.

She was often called “cute” because, objectively speaking, her face was indeed cute.

But she could tell immediately whether it was meant as a compliment—or something less wholesome.

“Something you need?” Wen Mo asked coolly.

She didn’t want trouble, but she wasn’t afraid of it either—after all, not everyone was like Zhu Shen.

When facing Zhu Shen, she really had no choice. Partly because “Wen Mo” was guilty and felt guilty, and partly because Zhu Shen’s background was too powerful to provoke.

But this nameless nobody from the novel? This would-be sleazebag? Why should she be scared?

In broad daylight, he wouldn’t dare do anything to her.

And besides—she was the Wen family’s eldest daughter. Once upon a time, she’d been a spoiled second-gen tyrant, able to rally a whole gang of followers with just a wave. Scared? Not in her vocabulary!

Even when she put on a cold face, Wen Mo’s looks weren’t particularly intimidating.

The guy didn’t take her seriously at all. In fact, he seemed even more amused, softening his tone: “Don’t be afraid, cutie. I just want to get to know you. No need to be so frosty.”

“Exactly,” the girl behind him chimed in, stepping forward to ease the tension. “We’re not bad people—we’re students from nearby X University. You look like you’re in school too, right? High school? College? Let’s just be friends.”

“I’m an Alpha,” Wen Mo cut her off, unwilling to waste time. She knew exactly what they were after. “I don’t do Alpha-on-Alpha. Thanks.”

“What?!” The guy blurted out in shock. “You’re an Alpha?!”

“Yep.” Wen Mo nodded. “Lift up my skirt and it’s bigger than yours—want to check?”

“Oh? Let me see.”

The voice came from behind—familiar, lazy, laced with a faint sneer.

The moment Wen Mo heard it, her whole body went rigid.

Turning stiffly, she found herself face-to-face—barely a meter apart—with Zhu Shen, immaculate in his suit, his dark eyes fixed on her, cold enough to chill her to the bone.

“You—you, what are you doing here?” Wen Mo stammered, glancing around for Yin Qingyue. “Where’s Qingyue? Weren’t you two having dinner?”

She blinked rapidly, trying to play innocent and bluff her way out.

“You know each other?” The male student who’d tried to hit on her finally snapped out of his shock and leaned toward Zhu Shen. “Bro, your friend’s really an Alpha? You’re kidding, right?”

Zhu Shen didn’t spare him a glance. His gaze stayed locked on Wen Mo. “Did you lie to him?”

“…I didn’t lie to you!” Wen Mo protested. “He was trying to hit on me, so of course I had to find an excuse to shut him down!”

“Damn!” the student cursed. “I knew it! If you didn’t want to know me, fine, but don’t treat me like an idiot! You—an Alpha? As if! What kind of Alpha looks this cute? Wearing such a frilly pink dress? Walking around with milk tea in hand?”

Wen Mo sneaked a glance at the indignant student and—for the first time—thought he looked kind of handsome. Even his voice suddenly sounded nicer.

“Sorry,” she said smoothly, seizing the chance, “you guys outnumbered me, I got nervous. So I came up with something to make you give up completely.”

That sealed it. She “confirmed” the student’s suspicions herself.

The boy opened his mouth, ready to argue further—but then he caught sight of the cold-faced man standing behind her.

No doubt about it: that was definitely an Alpha. And not just any Alpha, but a strong one. The kind whose expensive suit and aura screamed untouchable.

The student rubbed his nose awkwardly. “Forget it. Guess we’re not fated. Let’s go.”

With that, he turned and left with his friends.

But Zhu Shen remained where he was.

After a moment, Wen Mo asked again, “Where’s Qingyue?”

“What does her whereabouts have to do with you?” Zhu Shen shot back, as curt as ever.

“Well, I don’t have anything to do with you either,” Wen Mo muttered under her breath. “So I can only ask about the one friend we both know—Qingyue.”

Zhu Shen narrowed his eyes. “So, you’re dropping the act now?”

Wen Mo widened her eyes innocently, feigning ignorance. “Huh? What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb. You act all sweet and innocent in front of Qingyue, don’t you?” Zhu Shen cut straight through her act. “But the moment she’s not here, suddenly we have nothing to do with each other?”

Wen Mo blinked again, keeping up her “innocent” look. Her voice softened into a timid murmur: “But… but we really don’t have anything to do with each other. I mean, I’d like us to—but you’ve made it clear you don’t like me. I… I can’t exactly force my way into saying we do, can I?”

Privately, though, she was stunned.

This domineering CEO actually knew what “green tea” meant? Even better—he was a master at spotting fakes.