The Fallen Film Queen’s Possessive Alpha - Chapter 38

Song Haoyin’s first love happened in elementary school an innocent puppy love. She could no longer remember the other person’s name, only that she was a lively girl who excelled in sprinting and always came in first at school sports meets.

By the time she entered adolescence, even when she wasn’t attending classes regularly, love letters still found their way to her desk every week.

If she had wanted to, even if she had picked the very best suitor one out of a hundred she could have easily avoided any romantic dry spells.

But back then, Song Haoyin had no interest in romance. All her attention was focused on making films. Besides, she often found her peers too immature, those slightly older a bit dull, and those much older well, the entertainment industry was full of such people, preying on younger partners.

Song Haoyin had never experienced jealousy others were the ones jealous of her. Why would she ever envy anyone else?

But now, she was truly tasting the bitterness of jealousy sour and acrid. She desperately wanted to know about Zhou Qiwei’s romantic past. She had read plenty of material about Zhou Qiwei before, but back then, she had seen her merely as a financial backer. Who would care about such a person’s history?

Now, she only cared about her girlfriend. She wanted to know everything about her. She couldn’t help but wonder had Zhou Qiwei ever met any captivating Omegas? Did she still think about them?

This was the possessiveness of love, an intrinsic part of human nature. And Song Haoyin had no intention of changing it.

Her probing was unmistakable. Zhou Qiwei usually hated people prying into her affairs, but this was her girlfriend. the one she had pursued relentlessly, the one she had vowed to treat even better. So, she supposed she should be honest. But how to explain?

“I really never paid attention to any so-called ‘captivating Omegas.'”

Zhou Qiwei sat cross-legged on the carpet, pulling Song Haoyin into her arms so they nestled close together. She continued, “There are plenty of rumors, but those people were just subjects in my experiments. You’ve been to the research institute do you ever think about which lab rat is more charming?”

Song Haoyin twisted in her arms, trying to look at her, but before she could speak, Zhou Qiwei silenced her by pulling out her phone and opening a document.

It was a list of names. Some seemed vaguely familiar to Song Haoyin, but most were completely unknown. Each name had one character redacted, likely for confidentiality. At the top of the list were five bold characters: Volunteer Roster.

This is a record of everyone who participated in a certain research project ‘volunteers.

Song Haoyin stammered. She didn’t think Zhou Qiwei would fabricate a fake list just to deceive her, but she couldn’t understand if it was just a medical study on pheromones, why had the media painted Zhou Qiwei as some kind of predatory monster?

Seizing the moment, Zhou Qiwei steeled herself and began recounting a past she’d rather forget.

“And so, to avoid further trouble, I discussed it with Du Xin. I didn’t have anyone else to turn to and chose to settle. But once word got out, people assumed I was guilty, that I had used my influence to bully others.”

After that well, what was done was done. I couldn’t be bothered to explain.

“I wasn’t lying to you.”

Before she could finish speaking, Zhou Qiwei found herself tightly embraced by Song Haoyin, who was grieving on her behalf. Truth be told, after all these years, Zhou Qiwei didn’t feel the slightest bit wronged it had just been a minor setback on life’s journey. Truly just a small bump in the road. She wasn’t sad at all, nor had she been afraid back then.

“Say it!”

Song Haoyin held her, kissing her temple: “You need to talk about it. I’ll be your sounding board.”

Then she heard Zhou Qiwei’s quiet sobs. Thinking she’d misheard, Song Haoyin tried to see her face, but Zhou Qiwei refused to lift her head.

“I was actually terrified back then. When his face came closer, it felt like he was pressing against mine. Like a zombie approaching me. I was disgusted, but I couldn’t escape. So I hit him threw everything within reach at him. I grabbed his collar, split his head open, smashed him up. But I’m not violent by nature. I don’t hurt people casually.”

I know. I believe you.

Zhou Qiwei had wanted to seize this chance to make Song Haoyin favor her more, but she never expected that she’d be the one struck and moved by emotion. Now she couldn’t recall any hidden worries, concerns, or strategic calculations she only wanted to stay with Song Haoyin, living together like this in their warm home forever.

Unwavering trust was something precious that few ever received, and Zhou Qiwei understood this clearly. She felt almost grateful to Song Haoyin, unable to imagine what she’d have done without such steadfast trust and support.

Song Ange yawned as she pushed open her bedroom door. Her experiment had reached a critical phase yesterday, and between project meetings, compiling data, and writing reports, she hadn’t gotten home until dawn. Luckily it was the weekend, giving her a day to rest otherwise. Ange yawned again otherwise she’d never have made it. Starving, she shuffled zombie-like toward the kitchen for food.

Morning. Go wake your sister breakfast’s ready.

“Oh, okay.”

Without thinking, Song Ange turned to fetch her sister. But before taking three steps, her eyes widened, and she spun back to the kitchen, where her beloved senior Zhou Qiwei stood. Wearing an apron, Senior Zhou was frying egg pancakes at the stove, the aroma escaping the range hood to tease Ange’s nose. The coffee machine hummed dutifully beside it, brew ready.

Her stomach growled, but Ange ignored it, pointing rudely at Zhou Qiwei: You Senior, why are you in my house?

Zhou Qiwei glanced at her, opting not to answer: If you don’t hurry, no pancakes for you. No pumpkin porridge either.

By the time Song Ange barged into Song Haoyin’s room, the sisters sat neatly at the dining table facing egg pancakes, pumpkin cakes, even a seafood platter with steamed shrimp and shellfish. Red date soup, coffee, and milk completed the spread.

Song Ange felt she was rediscovering her senior. Their family had never included cooks not their late mother, that scumbag, or either sister. When the housekeeper was off, they either starved or ate instant noodles.

Since the family upheaval, Ange had been hospitalized, eating at the hospital cafeteria, and after discharge, she relied on the cafeterias at school and the research institute. Her sister was often out at dinner parties, so their home never saw a lit stove. Song Ange even suspected that all these ingredients were freshly bought by her senior that morning. aside from instant food and fruits, there were no proper cooking ingredients in the house.

Watching her sister’s composed and relaxed demeanor, Ange thought, So they really are a couple?

I must be overreacting. With that in mind, Ange loudly thanked Zhou Qiwei for breakfast, completely unaware that Song Haoyin, resting her chin in her hands, was also experiencing inner turmoil.

Though she knew Zhou Qiwei could cook and had even eaten her meals before, having her prepare breakfast at home in front of her younger sister made Haoyin feel somewhat embarrassed. What if last night hadn’t just been heartfelt confessions but something more impulsive? If Ange had come home then Sigh. Their old villa had already been sold it would be better to arrange for a new house soon.

Has the lab been so busy lately? I haven’t been there in just a few days, but you stayed up so late.

Zhou Qiwei had always maintained a relaxed management style in the lab, emphasizing work-life balance for researchers. She often joked, No results, no life. But pushing too hard was unacceptable.

Ange explained that it was a critical phase for the project, with a lot of paperwork, but since everything was sorted out yesterday, she could rest properly over the weekend. This answer earned approving nods from both her sister and her senior across the table. Watching them, Ange felt an odd sense of relief the kind that came from knowing her sister had found a good lifelong partner. I must’ve watched too many soap operas.

After settling various trivial matters, Zhou Qiwei and Song Haoyin discreetly headed to the airport and boarded Zhou Qiwei’s private jet.

Meanwhile, at the Rubik’s Cube Industries building, Xuan Tinglu was discussing business trip arrangements with Du Xin. The Labor Association’s charity fund was about to launch, and Du Xin was set to attend the opening ceremony. Just as Xuan Tinglu mentioned having her secretary book flights, Du Xin informed her that Qiwei’s Falcon X would now be fully designated as the company’s corporate jet, Zhou Qiwei had already replaced it with another.

Xuan Tinglu’s jaw nearly dropped. That woman actually changed planes just for dating?

“The Falcon only had seats, not even a sofa it was never convenient,” Du Xin remarked objectively, not just siding with Qiwei. Back when she insisted on that minimalist design, I disagreed. Remember that business trip where we sat for over ten hours? My back nearly broke.

After this flight, I plan to renovate that plane properly. No more of that minimalist nonsense.

The interior of this new jet was distinctly business-oriented. Song Haoyin looked around, even spotting the protective film still on the seatbacks clearly, Zhou Qiwei had acquired it recently and hadn’t had time to decorate. Zhou Qiwei took her to the cockpit to greet the crew, then showed her around the plane to familiarize her with the layout.

This button here controls the oxygen masks, Zhou Qiwei pressed a switch beneath the seat, demonstrating the mask for Haoyin. Then she pressed another button, and a parachute pack slid down from the side, suspended by a cord. And this is a parachute. Though untrained jumps are risky, in case of an actual emergency, it could still improve survival odds.

“And this time, the entire crew is trained in parachuting, including the flight attendants. In case of an irreversible situation, they’ll help you jump.”

Zhou Qiwei was still Zhou Qiwei. Song Haoyin took a deep breath, yet couldn’t help wanting to laugh. Most people bringing their girlfriend onto a private jet would either immediately join the mile-high club or at least engage in lighthearted conversation. But this woman. she prioritized her safety above all else. Though it seemed a bit odd and somewhat lacking in romance.

Still, Miss Song looked at the woman earnestly explaining before her and found her utterly adorable.

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