She doesn’t want to pretend to be an Omega either! - Chapter 4

By the time Zhu Shen left with Yin Qingyue, it was already evening.

The hotel room had originally been booked by Wen Mo. True to her status as a wealthy heiress, she had reserved nothing less than a presidential suite.

Touching her obviously swollen face, Wen Mo thought for a moment. She couldn’t possibly go out looking like this and scare people, but it would be a shame to waste such an expensive room. Better to just stay here tonight.

She also needed some time alone to reflect on her life.

The female Alpha, Wen Mo, was her age—a second-year university student. Unless there were special circumstances, she usually stayed in the dormitory at night.

Most university dorms were four-person rooms, small and cramped. No matter if you were from a wealthy family, there were still regular inspections, so even Miss Wen, however unwilling, couldn’t afford to act too high and mighty.

After all, she was still under the watchful eye of Wen Xi—her mother and the current head of the Wen family.

To ensure her daughter developed some independence and got a taste of ordinary life, Wen Xi forbade her from moving into one of the Wen family’s properties near campus, insisting she live in the dorm.

But as the only Alpha child, Wen Mo had always been pampered. Wen Xi also feared that too many restrictions would stifle her, so she allowed her daughter to indulge herself on weekends—where she lived or played didn’t matter.

And today happened to be a weekend, so skipping the dorm was no problem.

Her dorm mates had all been thoroughly won over by her wealth and family background. Even if they secretly harbored dissatisfaction, outwardly they all acted like her lackeys. If she went back now, she would inevitably face a barrage of fake concern.

In this miserable mood, Wen Mo didn’t want to deal with them.

Aside from gender and physiology, the civilization of this world was not so different from her original one, so she wasn’t too worried about adapting.

What really brought tears to her eyes was the thought that she might never return home—that she might never see her beloved parents and friends again.

Still, no matter how sad she felt, life had to go on.

After crying herself out, Wen Mo went to the bathroom to wash her face.

The moment she caught sight of the strange yet familiar reflection in the mirror, she felt a jolt of disorientation.

From the memories of this female Alpha, she already knew what this body looked like. Strangely enough, not only did this girl share her name, but her face was almost identical to hers.

But since she had already transmigrated into a novel, was such a coincidence really that surprising?

The only difference was that this Alpha’s height far exceeded her own.

The original Wen Mo was just 163 cm tall, while this world’s Wen Mo stood at 178 cm—tall enough to brush 180 cm in the right shoes.

As an Alpha, her height and physique naturally outmatched Omegas and Betas.

Her face, however, was soft and adorable, the type that would have been extremely popular if she was an Omega—Alphas and even Betas would have flocked to her. Back in her own world, Wen Mo had never lacked attention from the opposite sex.

But for an Alpha, such a sweet face didn’t fit the popular image of strength and dominance.

It lacked ferocity and presence.

So, starting from middle school, the Alpha Wen Mo had always covered her innocent, doll-like features with heavy makeup, trying to project an air of toughness.

If she hadn’t seen her bare face through the Alpha’s memories, Wen Mo might not have recognized the resemblance at all. Right now, with makeup smudged and half-worn off, her face looked nothing like her own.

Fortunately, the five-star hotel provided a full set of toiletries. Spotting a bottle of makeup remover from a luxury brand on the shelf, Wen Mo washed her hands, squeezed out some, and began to wipe her face clean.

The moment her palm touched her swollen cheek, a sharp sting shot through her.

She wasn’t a neat freak, but she couldn’t stand feeling grimy either. So, gritting her teeth, she endured the pain and carefully washed her face until it was clean.

Luckily, aside from the swelling and a small split at the corner of her mouth, there were no serious wounds to worry about.

Once she had freshened up, Wen Mo called room service.

After all, people need food to keep going—heartache or not. She ordered dinner and also asked for some anti-swelling medicine.

With her stomach full and ointment applied, she washed up again and flopped onto the soft, spacious bed. She had meant to scroll through her phone to better understand the daily life of the Alpha Wen Mo, so she could blend into this world more seamlessly, but she dozed off within minutes.

Ironically, she had worried she might not sleep at all tonight. After all, her life had just been upended in the most shocking way—being too restless to sleep would have been normal.

Yet her mental resilience and adaptability turned out to be far stronger than she thought.

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“Riiing—Riiing—”

The shrill ringtone of a phone dragged her from deep sleep.

Half-asleep, Wen Mo groped around the pillow until she found her phone. Squinting at the screen, she saw the caller ID: Wei Mingshu.

Wei Mingshu, a male Alpha, had been her childhood friend.

Instantly, she was wide awake, nerves tightening.

She vaguely remembered this character being mentioned in the novel, but only in passing. When she skimmed the story, she had barely noticed his name.

Still, because his name was linked to “Wen Mo,” she had paid a little attention.

Unlike the spoiled second-generation Alpha “Wen Mo,” Wei Mingshu was the very picture of a “model child” in parents’ eyes—top grades, obedient, well-rounded in academics, athletics, and the arts. At least, that was his outward image.

The original Wen Mo didn’t particularly like him; sometimes she even found him annoying.

But their parents were friends, and the two of them had been classmates from kindergarten through high school. Naturally, comparisons were constant, and every time, Wei Mingshu came out on top. He was the one praised, while “Wen Mo” was scolded to learn from him.

Being the same age, she naturally resented it.

Yet Wei Mingshu was infuriatingly competent—high emotional intelligence, loyal in most cases, and often covered for her whenever she caused trouble. He had always treated her with warmth and patience.

So even though she didn’t like him, she couldn’t quite hate him either, and their relationship remained decent.

But the original Wen Mo had never once wondered why someone like him would bother to stay friends with her for so many years.

She was often rude and dismissive toward him, while he, the “perfect student,” chose to stick around the “problem child.” It made little sense.

From what Wen Mo remembered of the book, though, she could guess: in the end, he turned cold and indifferent toward “Wen Mo.” Their so-called friendship was nothing more than plastic.

He seemed like the type who smiled at everyone on the surface, but underneath was cold and calculating—a “white lotus with thorns,” so to speak. Perhaps he only kept her around as a foil to highlight his own excellence.

In short, he wasn’t someone to be trusted. He felt like the type who might dig a pit for her to fall into at any time.

They lived close by, attended nearby schools, and occasionally ran into each other. When they did, Wei Mingshu always greeted her warmly, but in truth, he rarely initiated contact.

Glancing at the time on her phone, Wen Mo realized she hadn’t slept long—it was just past eleven.

For the original Wen Mo, the night was just beginning. But for a disciplined student like Wei Mingshu, he should have been asleep already.

So why was he calling her now?

Though she suspected their friendship was fake, he wouldn’t sacrifice his precious sleep just to scheme against her. Most likely, something urgent had happened.

Without overthinking it, she answered the call.

“Where are you?” A voice came through the line—strange yet familiar, and unexpectedly pleasant.

Wen Mo blinked, suddenly reminded once again that she truly was “Wen Mo” now. Even the voices familiar to “Wen Mo” were familiar to her.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

The line went silent for two seconds.

Wei Mingshu sounded surprised.

He had thought that calling her at this hour would earn him an angry tirade—either she wouldn’t pick up at all, or she would answer only to curse him out. That was the “Wen Mo” he knew.

But instead, she had answered promptly, her voice unusually calm—even… gentle?

Raising his brows in surprise, he asked, “What are you doing? In a good mood?”

He couldn’t think of any other explanation.

“Nothing. I was just sleeping,” Wen Mo replied.

“…Sleeping? With who?” he asked.

Wen Mo, quick on the uptake, immediately understood his insinuation. Exasperated, she raised her voice: “I’m sleeping alone! Is that a problem?”

He paused again, finding some familiarity in her sharp retort—but still, it lacked her usual explosive temper. Something was off.

“So I woke you up?” Wei Mingshu asked.

“…Yeah. Are you going to apologize?” she muttered.

Had she misjudged him? That sounded more like a clueless boy than a cold schemer.

“…You’re not angry?” he pressed.

Wen Mo froze, belatedly realizing—by “Wen Mo’s” standards, she should be angry right now.

She had underestimated him. Wei Mingshu was indeed sharp.

But what exactly was he getting at? His focus seemed oddly misplaced.

Not that it mattered. This was the real body of Wen Mo, and no matter how suspicious he became, he could never prove anything. Feeling drowsy again, she lazily rolled over and yawned. “Are you just trying to pick a fight? If not, I’m hanging up.”

“Don’t hang up!” he said quickly. “I have something to tell you.”

“Then say it already!” Wen Mo snapped.

“You met with Yin Qingyue this afternoon, didn’t you?” he finally asked.

The moment she heard Yin Qingyue’s name, Wen Mo was instantly wide awake.