The Fallen Film Queen’s Possessive Alpha - Chapter 63

Song Haoyin’s new film exceeded all expectations in its success.

Opening social media, everyone who had seen the movie was raving about Song Haoyin’s looks, her toned abs, and, of course, her acting.

[“My queen is so gorgeous! drools“]

[“T_T When my queen held the enemy and jumped through the window, I could see the conviction in her eyes!”]

[“Absolutely breathtaking!”]

[“It’s always been Alphas playing these roles, but now we finally have a logically sound spy thriller with an Omega lead. Do you know how rare this is?!”]

[“I don’t know how rare it is for an Omega to play this kind of role. But I do know your queen has just proven her acting chops and box-office power. She’s about to skyrocket again. Let me remind you, this means she can marry whoever she wants, whenever she wants.”]

[“LOL. As if we could stop her even if we tried crying cat meme.jpg. Honestly, though, even though she seems happy now, I still think the person she’s with… isn’t exactly a good person. If you follow financial news, you’d know there’s been a power shift in Kyushu Second Miss Zhou is out.”]

[“Huh? Just because Second Miss Zhou is out, that means Zhou Qiwei isn’t a good person? Did you even go to college? Have some basic logic, please.”]

[“Enough already. Who Dr. Zhou is only Song Haoyin knows best. Why are you all so worked up over it?”]

[“Exactly. The movie is our queen’s career. As long as her career thrives, Zhou Qiwei isn’t a bad person.”]

[“A high school graduate crawling out of exam hell, how did I fall so out of touch with the world just by taking the college entrance exam? What are you all talking about? Before my exams, it was just rumors about our queen dating. Now it’s marriage?”]

[“Kid, go check out the promotions for our queen’s new film. Look at the ring on her finger. Look closely, which finger is it on?”]

[“Don’t cry, kid. Go see for yourself. She’s not even trying to hide it. LMAO, she’s not pretending at all. she practically wants the whole world to know.”]

[“Ever since she got with that person, the media hasn’t even reported on her love life. No idea how much money Magic Cube and the Zhou family spent to keep it under wraps. But this time, during promotions, Song Haoyin seemed like she was dying for someone to ask about the ring.”]

[“And yet, no one did. HAHAHA.”]

For once, Song Haoyin pouted childishly. She really had been hoping some reporter would ask, “Is there good news coming soon?”

Then she could have announced her engagement to Qiwei.

But no one asked. It felt like something was missing. Still, after enjoying a relationship free from prying eyes, she could accept this.

Her finger hovered over the comment about “Second Miss Zhou being out.” Lately, this narrative had spread like wildfire, as if Qiwei had orchestrated everything behind the scenes.

Or maybe Qiwei and the Zhou family were just fundamentally incompatible. Even though it was Madam Zhou’s decision, somehow the blame still landed on Qiwei’s head.

With this thought in mind, after the celebratory banquet for her film’s success, when a reporter congratulated her and brought up the power shift in Kyushu, Song Haoyin didn’t hesitate to defend Zhou Qiwei:

“This has nothing to do with Qiwei. Beyond standard business collaborations, she and Kyushu share no other alignment. The public doesn’t believe it? Ha. Who knows better the public, or me? Should you trust me, or the rumors?”

Qi Wei is the most responsible and kind-hearted person I’ve ever met. She has never engaged in any of the bullying or unethical medical practices that outsiders speculate about.

Throughout her many years in the profession, even during Song Haoyin’s most difficult times, her attitude toward the media has always been restrained, rarely ever losing composure.

But nowb was this a drunken slip of the tongue, or was she defending her fiancée?

Defending Zhou Qiwei would bring her no benefits, only inviting criticism upon herself. The wealthy elite are not to be trifled with. Had Song Haoyin truly considered all this?

The reporter had been covering Song Haoyin’s career since her debut, over a decade now. She didn’t want to see her ruin her career over personal reasons.

Before she could voice her concerns, another figure emerged from the hotel. Song Haoyin, wearing a strange smile, swayed backward.

The reporter was startled, but the staff around Song Haoyin remained indifferent as the newcomer effortlessly caught her in their arms.

Since the person in question had arrived, there was no need to ask anyone else.

“Miss Song mentioned that you and Jiuzhou no longer share common ground. The question the public and the media are most concerned about is ”

“You want to know whether I might take over Jiuzhou, whether I’ll become the next head of the Zhou family.” Zhou Qiwei merely smiled, appearing remarkably patient.

“That’s a question for Madam Zhou. All I can say is, for now, I have no intention of working at Jiuzhou. While I’m still young, I’d rather make more breakthroughs in pheromone research.”

Polished, flawless.

The reporter sighed in frustration and switched topics. “Then, what do you think about Haoyin’s defense of you? In the future I mean, hypothetically, might she step back from the spotlight or even leave the entertainment industry altogether?”

Zhou Qiwei glanced down at the flushed face pressed against her chest, then smiled at the reporter. “If I ever made such an unreasonable demand, she wouldn’t have agreed to marry me.”

“As for her defending me well, those of us with fiancées can recognize genuine love when we see it. That’s all there is to it.”

The reporter wanted to throw her camera.

That night’s brief interview officially confirmed their engagement, though those who needed to know were already aware. Even the public had sensed it coming, so what should have been explosive news instead shifted attention elsewhere.

Love really could change a person. Both Song Haoyin and Zhou Qiwei had transformed so much perhaps there was still reason to believe in love after all.

At the end of that year, Song Haoyin took Zhou Qiwei skiing, celebrating her birthday in a secluded villa just for the two of them.

“In the future, I’ll celebrate so many more birthdays with you thirty, forty, fifty…”

“A hundred!”

Zhou Qiwei cheered, pressing a light kiss to the corner of Song Haoyin’s lips. “We’ll celebrate our hundredth birthday together. And when that day comes, I hope your heart still races for me.”

These were supposed to be purely happy days, filled with uncomplicated joy. But Song Haoyin’s damned self-reflection suddenly kicked in.

A wave of unease washed over her. Could her love life really be this stable and blissful? Would the part of her that belonged to Zuo Wangxun ever truly die?

“What if I fall out of love?”

Song Haoyin clung to Zhou Qiwei, trembling with fear. “What if I become as heartless as Old Zuo? If I ever do something like that, you have to promise me ”

“Life is so long. If one day you truly stop loving me, you can tell me openly. Though I’ll surely be sad, we can still try to salvage our relationship.”

“As for being like Old Zuo, you wouldn’t.” Zhou Qiwei’s kisses imprinted themselves on Song Haoyin’s body like seals.

“Old Zuo would never say such things, right? You must believe in yourself. The part of you that comes from your mother will completely suppress Old Zuo.”

“Just as you’ve done. Now Old Zuo is barely clinging to life. he can only ever, ever be defeated by you, becoming your vanquished foe.”

“He brought this upon himself. Haoyin, listen to me don’t punish yourself for his foolish mistakes. You and he are completely different people.”

With tender kisses and clasped hands, Zhou Qiwei pulled Song Haoyin out of her melancholy mood:

You are the one and only Song Haoyin, my beloved, my fiancée.

That night, Song Haoyin slept soundly, as if immersed in warm water. When she awoke, the lingering warmth of her lover still remained beside her.

Dressed in her robe, she found a lovingly prepared breakfast waiting on the living room table. Carrying orange juice, she stepped onto the balcony and noticed Zhou Qiwei drawing something in the snow below.

After last night’s heavy snowfall, the villa garden stretched white and pristine all the way to the ski slopes.

Changing clothes, Song Haoyin gently pushed open the door to the balcony. Her breath formed white puffs in the cold air: “Be careful not to catch a cold.”

The moment she spoke, Zhou Qiwei turned around, flashing her a beaming smile identical to the one she’d drawn in the snow.

Beside the enormous smile were giant words: Will you marry me?

“Song Haoyin, will you marry me? I don’t want to introduce you as my fiancée anymore. I want to tell everyone you’re my wife!”

“My most beloved, my only life partner!”

“Haoyin will you marry me ”

Song Haoyin doubled over laughing before finally shouting back: “I do !”

On the last day of the year, Song Haoyin logged into her rarely used social media account to post her marriage certificate with Zhou Qiwei:

We got married!

Given how the couple had been shamelessly flaunting their affection for the past six months, their marriage didn’t consume excessive public resources or crash social media platforms.

Public opinion generally approved, with Ferris Wheel Company and Magic Cube Group quickly offering congratulations. Song Haoyin’s friends and acquaintances gradually sent their blessings on social platforms.

The only one truly devastated was Madam Zhou, she seemed to be the last person in the world to learn about her daughter’s marriage registration.

Well, except for Du Ning.

But Madam Zhou found consolation when Zhou Qiwei relented, agreeing to hold a “wedding befitting the Zhou family status” after the new year.

On the plane to Tahiti, looking at Zhou Qiwei’s unperturbed expression, Song Haoyin still asked: “Does your mother know we didn’t invite them to our wedding here?”

“It’s fine they’ll console themselves,” Zhou Qiwei tossed aside her phone. “Besides, this celebration is for our friends. No need for the elders to attend.”

“What about Xiang Zi and Yan Zhuo…”

“You’re peers it’s fine.”

Zhou Qiwei said this with complete confidence, then cheerfully suggested that their post-new-year wedding reception could simply be a buffet after all, it was just for maintaining connections within Jiuzhou circles.

“If you don’t like it, you can leave after making an appearance. I can handle entertaining them myself.”

Song Haoyin shook her head: “I’ll stay with you. From now on, we’ll be together at every important milestone in life.” She knew what Zhou Qiwei wanted, and she would accompany her to achieve it.

Their conversation continued on the plane as Tahiti came into view. Their new life together had already begun.

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