The Fallen Film Queen’s Possessive Alpha - Chapter 42

Song Haoyin was thoroughly satisfied with this autumn getaway, while Zhou Qiwei was anything but. As they left the hotel villa, Zhou dragged her feet with visible reluctance.

Originally, after wrapping up their respective work commitments, they were supposed to enjoy a few more days of undisturbed couple time in this little villa that held so many happy memories. But reality had other plans. During the research conference, Zhou Qiwei had to meet with lobbying groups daily, attending one banquet after another. By the time she returned to the villa, she was mentally drained, far from the relaxed mood she’d had before.

As for Song Haoyin, she was busy too, pouring her energy into preparing for her new film and later the opening of the Luocheng Film Festival. But unlike Zhou, Song returned to Luocheng brimming with joy flourishing in both love and career, her spirits couldn’t be higher.

Meanwhile, Zhou Qiwei, thinking about how Song would be too busy to spare her any attention in the coming months, felt the late autumn rain grow even colder. She knew she was being clingy, so she couldn’t bring herself to say it outright or even ask if she could visit Song during her work.

Feeling emotionally fragile, President Zhou leaned against the airplane window, staring at the rainy scenery outside, leaving the world with a cold and lonely silhouette.

“Are you acting out ‘This Rainy Day Isn’t So Cold’?” A familiar voice teased from behind none other than her sharp-tongued friend Qu Yuanzhi.

Zhou sighed. See? This was exactly why she felt so cold today.

The Rubik’s Cube research team still had a few more days of exchanges, so An Ge wasn’t returning with them. Xiang Zi, on the other hand, had to stay in York to negotiate film distribution. That left Qu Yuanzhi, who was also heading back to Luocheng, loudly protesting against flying alone and insisting on hitching a ride with them.

My romantic getaway has fluttered away on tiny wings, Zhou inwardly gnashed her teeth in frustration. She was furious.

Song Haoyin, ever the gracious host, acted as warm as central air conditioning, Zhou thought bitterly as she watched her girlfriend entertain Qu Yuanzhi. The two sat side by side, watching a movie together and discussing it with great enthusiasm!

If not for the fact that Qu Yuanzhi was an Omega, anyone seeing this scene would instinctively assume it was a charming Alpha-Omega couple the dashing, adorable Alpha paired with the irresistibly charismatic Omega.

Zhou took a deep breath. She was angry now, and if no one comforted her, she wouldn’t get over it!

Song was watching a suspense-action film, particularly one with an Omega protagonist and decent production quality. Not only was she watching it herself, but Qu Yuanzhi, as a director, was also studying it, and the two even dissected some of its classic scenes. By the time Song noticed something was off with Zhou, two hours had already passed since takeoff.

Zhou, who had a newspaper draped over her face, was unusually silent or rather, she hadn’t said a word since Song started chatting with Qu Yuanzhi. Song held her teacup, asked the flight attendant to prepare coffee for Qu, and once the director began drafting her script, she moved to sit beside Zhou.

Someone sat down, and a familiar touch brushed against her hand. Zhou knew who it was but still refused to speak. To her surprise, Song didn’t say anything either, simply sitting quietly beside her, occasionally sipping tea and working on her laptop in silence.

“I’m trying to sleep. Can you keep it down?” Zhou suddenly turned her head and made a demand even she found unreasonable.

Qu Yuanyuan gave Song Haoyin a puzzled look, but the latter waved her hand to indicate everything was fine. Director Yuanbao cooperatively put on her headphones, choosing not to interfere with the quarreling lovebirds.

Zhou Qiwei didn’t understand what was wrong with herself. She only felt an inexplicable irritation, disliking how close Song Haoyin was to others especially when they appeared intimate. She was still angry, yet unaware that she resembled a drenched eaglet fierce, as if ready to peck at any moment, yet shivering and unconsciously seeking warmth.

Song Haoyin wasn’t upset. She simply asked calmly, “I’d like to nap too. Can I lean against you?” As if oblivious to Zhou Qiwei’s agitated aura, she made the request innocently.

“You can keep discussing work with Qu Yuanyuan. You don’t seem tired anyway.”

If not for the setting, Song Haoyin would have laughed aloud. Though her romantic experience wasn’t extensive, Zhou Qiwei’s behavior was far too transparent. Song Haoyin detected the scent of over-fermented cognac turning into aged vinegar. If roles were reversed, Miss Song mused privately, she would likely feign indifference, then nitpick until the other party realized their mistake coercing and coaxing them into submission.

Ignoring her, teasing her she would definitely pout and gaze at her with aggrieved eyes. A mischievous impulse took hold of Song Haoyin, and her hand reached for the phone.

Zhou Qiwei curled up in her seat, waiting for Song Haoyin to coax her. But the other woman remained silent and, in the end, actually picked up the phone to handle work emails!

Fine. If you ignore me, I’ll ignore you too. When it came to cold wars, Zhou Qiwei was the seasoned expert she had never backed down from anyone. What was the big deal about mutual silence?

Every time they had minor conflicts, it was always Song Haoyin who broke the ice, who stopped Zhou Qiwei from withdrawing, who compromised to let Zhou Qiwei stay in her safe space. Perhaps their time in York City had been too blissful, making Song Haoyin forget just how stubborn Zhou Qiwei could be.

Qu Yuanyuan rubbed her stiff neck and checked the time. After over three hours buried in script revisions, she was starving. Why had no one called her for lunch? Removing her headphones, she finally noticed the tense atmosphere in the cabin.

The two across from her one had a blanket pulled over her head, pretending to sleep, while the other seemed to be working but wore an unnaturally rigid expression. Huh, were they fighting?

“Um, could we call the flight attendant?” Qu Yuanyuan asked cautiously, eyeing the pair. If this really was a lovers’ quarrel, she needed to tread carefully lest she become collateral damage.

Zhou Qiwei still refused to speak. A flicker of irritation rose in Song Haoyin, and she promptly pressed the call button. After Qu Yuanyuan placed her order, Song Haoyin’s voice remained gentle: “A Caesar salad for me, please. As for Miss Zhou, she’s cultivating inner energy. she won’t be eating.”

Oh-ho! They really were fighting! Qu Yuanyuan’s eyes sparkled. A live couple’s spat,how would the infamous “Zhou the Tyrant” react?

Would she leap up and berate Song Haoyin? Would they retreat to the bedroom for a back-and-forth, their argument escalating into a “physical confrontation,” only to end in mutual satisfaction?

They might still break up over today’s rift. Wait, Qu Yuanzhi didn’t want her two friends to separate. From her perspective, Zhou Qiwei and Song Haoyin being together was actually quite nice they’d become much more human than before.

Though the pair hadn’t publicly acknowledged their relationship, everyone could see it clearly. When close friends gathered to chat, the topics often got quite risqué. Just yesterday, Sister Xiang Zi had teased that Haoyin’s complexion had improved remarkably recently clear evidence of Dr. Zhou’s. thorough efforts in all areas.

The blanket-covered figure shifted slightly. Qu Yuanzhi glanced at Song Haoyin before tentatively asking in a hushed voice, “Dr. Zhou, are you awake? Would you like to join us for dinner?”

Zhou Qiwei remained silent.

Even her favorite salad became unpalatable to Song Haoyin, she was that angry. How could someone be so stubborn in this world? And why did she have to fall for someone so infuriatingly obstinate. This couldn’t continue. The woman had been lying motionless for hours.

“I surrender. Will you come out now?”

Still no movement. Song Haoyin’s chest heaved violently before she abruptly stood and yanked the blanket off Zhou Qiwei. What greeted her were the woman’s rabbit-red eyes. she’d been secretly crying. Equal parts exasperated and amused, Haoyin didn’t even acknowledge Qu Yuanzhi as she grabbed Zhou Qiwei’s hand and dragged her into the bedroom.

That tear-streaked face held a peculiar charm no, no, this wasn’t the time for such thoughts. Yet Zhou Qiwei’s flushed eyelids and glistening eyes somehow made her both maddening and endearing.

“You know I’m an actor.”

Song Haoyin didn’t sigh or attempt to comfort Zhou Qiwei with sweet nothings. Instead, she spoke with deliberate seriousness: “In my profession, success requires collaboration with many people. Not just script discussions with Yuanzhi, but also working closely with co-stars. You’ve seen Wildcat, haven’t you?”

Zhou Qiwei seemed to sense where this was going and finally looked up, only to hear Haoyin continue calmly: “There were some implied adult scenes. Being with you, I can only promise to avoid them when possible. But if a role demands intimate sequences, I’ll fulfill my professional obligations as an actor.”

“If working with Yuanzhi provokes this reaction, how will you handle my future film projects?”

Haoyin posed the question earnestly: “Will you throw tantrums every time? Or pretend not to care while bottling up your jealousy until it explodes?”

The bedroom fell into what seemed like productive silence, at least no shouting matches. Qu Yuanzhi exhaled in relief. Small fights could spice up relationships, but major blowouts caused real damage. She could only hope her friends would… Before she finished the thought, Song Haoyin emerged alone from the bedroom.

Qu Yuanzhi’s instincts screamed warning signals. One look at Haoyin’s expression kept her from asking what transpired. The actress sat across from her, gazing at the clouds outside before finally murmuring as if to herself: “Possessiveness is part of love, yet we struggle to define its boundaries. It really is profoundly difficult.”

“That’s just how relationships are. When my mother was still around, she and my mom would argue too, but they were still the most loving couple I’ve ever seen.” Qu Yuanzhi carefully comforted her friend. “And Zhou Qiwei does have a peculiar personality she rarely throws tantrums, but when she does, it’s quite the ordeal. The good thing is, if you give her an out, she’ll immediately take it and even apologize.”

Why do you I mean all her friends put up with her?

Song Haoyin’s question made Qu Yuanzhi pause. Scratching her head, she finally answered: “Because she’s genuinely reliable, and isn’t it normal for geniuses to have some emotional quirks?”

During her boarding school days, her mother Qu Jinghan was trying to dissolve her marriage. The news that Qu’s marital troubles involved a certain woman surnamed Yuan became tabloid fodder. Though reporters couldn’t enter the school, students and their guardians gossiped endlessly.

Some classmates, having heard things at home, would taunt Qu Yuanzhi during conflicts. This escalated until “morally upright” students opposing her formed a “Knights of Morality” to pass judgment.

They cornered Qu Yuanzhi in the gymnasium, calling her a homewrecker’s child and accusing her mother of breaking marriages. Furious but speechless, she could only hug her knees in tears, enduring their shoves.

As they manhandled her, spewing filth and tearing at her clothes, Yuanzhi was terrified with no hope of rescue.

Then Zhou Qiwei appeared dragging Xuan Tinglu along dressed in fencing gear with sabers drawn, storming into the gym.

Six “knights” faced them: three had palms pierced by Zhou’s blade, two had ankles broken by Xuan’s stomps. The scene turned gruesome; their leader wet himself, reportedly developing permanent incontinence.

“What business is others’ private affairs to you scum? Marriage against someone’s will isn’t valid anyway, who asked for your opinions?” Zhou sneered while demolishing the hypocrites.

“I’ll be grateful to her forever for that,” Qu Yuanzhi said. But one question lingered, she’d never shared her family situation. How had Zhou Qiwei known back then?

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