The Heartless Alpha Just Wants to Follow the Plot - Chapter 22.2

After her parents passed, Su Mo was the sole heir with the old master. To either accept a political marriage or find someone quickly to have a child, the old master hoped to secure the family’s future. Su Mo rebelled, believing she was capable and had suitors without his interference.

Her initial attempts in the industry were reckless, bolstered by her status. Without the old master’s protection, she would have been exposed and ridiculed online. Pu Ying worked tirelessly to manage her image.

That night, they drank on the balcony until intoxicated and were escorted back to their rooms by the robots.

Despite drinking, Su Mo remained clear-headed, perfectly mimicking the original character’s thoughts and behavior—even her drunken reactions.

The system marveled, “Host, your self-control and professionalism are unmatched.”

Even fully drunk, Su Mo maintained her composure, mindful of staying in character.

Later, the old master, spinning his Buddhist prayer beads, quietly closed his door, observing the dark red incense burning in a hidden chamber. He murmured, “Beloved, the incense is lit. Our granddaughter can finally return fully. You below may rest in peace as well.”

Meanwhile, at the villa, Qiu Fu waited all night, her red-rimmed eyes heavy with fatigue. Pu Ying hadn’t returned, nor had Su Mo—no explanation given. Even if bound by contract, she deserved at least a message. Yet there was nothing.

She felt like a joke—clinging stubbornly to something she herself didn’t even understand.

Qiu Fu took a deep breath. The sky was already bright; whatever had happened no longer mattered now.

She got up and staggered back to her room.

As for the headlines about Su Mo flashing across her light-brain, she couldn’t even bring herself to look. All she wanted right now was sleep.

When Su Mo woke up, daylight was already pouring in from outside—it was clearly past noon. Yet her mind remained hazy, caught in a state of confusion.

She scratched the back of her head, still groggy. Her thoughts were both clear and unclear at the same time—she couldn’t quite explain it, but she sort of remembered.

She remembered drinking with Pu Ying last night and getting drunk.

Drunk?

【System, I didn’t say anything I shouldn’t have, did I?】

The system sounded excited: 【Nope! You did great. Everything was perfectly concealed. You didn’t reveal a single thing.】

Su Mo finally relaxed. She threw off the blanket and got out of bed to wash up.

“Good. As long as nothing leaked.”

By the time she finished and went downstairs, Pu Ying had already left. Only the old man remained, sitting downstairs and reading the news on his light-brain. When he saw her, he waved her over.

“Grandpa, what is it?”

Su Mo leaned closer. The old man tapped the headline on the screen, his eyes sweeping over her from head to toe as he asked sternly,

“What did you do last night? Why did you end up at the hospital? Were you hurt?”

Only then did Su Mo remember saving the protagonist last night. She yawned casually, pulled out a chair, and sat beside him, mumbling,

“Oh, I just had a sudden craving for alcohol and wanted to drag Pu Ying out for a drink. On the way, I saw someone bullying a weak Alpha.”

“By the time I got there, they’d already run off. I couldn’t just leave her there, right? So, I sent her to the hospital. Who knew someone would follow me and take photos.”

She picked up a crystal shrimp dumpling and placed it onto the old man’s plate, clinging to his arm as she coaxed sweetly,

“Come on, Grandpa, don’t look so serious. You’re scaring me.”

“You know fear?” the old man snapped.

He slapped the table with full force.

“Do you know I nearly had a heart attack when I saw this news this morning?”

Su Mo blinked innocently at him.

The old man was always helpless when she looked like that—but this time, he couldn’t let it slide again.

“If you don’t care about yourself at all, then go on blind dates. Get married. Have a child. I’ll raise the kid for you. After that, do whatever you want—I won’t interfere.”

Su Mu: “……”

Here it comes—the classic marriage-and-baby lecture.

She sighed and put down her chopsticks.

“Grandpa, I really don’t want to get married right now. Look at me—I don’t even have a proper partner. Who am I supposed to marry?”

“And with my reputation, who’d even want me? Who’d want a partner who doesn’t love them and has to stay home after marriage just to have kids?”

The old man sneered. Did she think he didn’t know her?

“If you hadn’t caused all these scandals yourself, who wouldn’t want to marry you? Isn’t this all your own doing?”

He picked up some meat and put it in her bowl. His words were harsh, but his heart was still full of affection—he couldn’t bear to see her suffer.

“If you hadn’t spread all that nonsense outside, I would’ve already chosen someone for you. She’s responsible, capable, handles herself well, and I approve of her completely. She’s not bad-looking either.”

Su Mo raised an eyebrow. That description sounded oddly familiar.

“You’re not talking about?”

The old man said firmly, “Yes. Pu Ying.”

“We know her inside and out. She’s absolutely loyal to the Su family—an excellent candidate for a granddaughter-in-law.”

Su Mo pressed her forehead. Of course. The old man never placed people around her without reason—so that was his plan all along.

“But, Grandpa,” she said helplessly, “Pu Ying is a Beta.”

The old man slapped the back of her head.

“What’s wrong with being a Beta? Is her ability inferior to those Omegas? Betas can have children too—just with a lower probability.”

“Look at yourself—how do you even have the nerve to be picky?”

Su Mo was stunned. She wasn’t discriminating against Betas—she just thought Grandpa cared more about having a great-grandchild.

Rubbing her head, she muttered,

“If I’m with Pu Ying, who knows when a child would come? You want a great-grandchild so badly—wouldn’t that take even longer?”

“At least with an Omega, the chances are higher.”

The old man glared at her in frustration.

“I may want a great-grandchild, but more than that, I want you to have someone you can rely on.”

“If you can win Pu Ying over, the Su family can prosper for at least several more decades. Then even if I’m gone, I can rest easy.”

He trusted Pu Ying’s abilities completely. With her around, the Su family’s glory would last until the next generation rose to take over.

But this granddaughter of his—her head just wasn’t screwed on right.

Su Mo understood all of this. She wasn’t stupid.

If she was truly the original Su Mo, she wouldn’t mind being with Pu Ying for the sake of the family. But she wasn’t. She had her own mission—and she wasn’t going to sacrifice herself for some so-called family legacy.

Seeing how unconcerned she looked, the old man sighed.

“If not Pu Ying, then Qiu Fu isn’t bad either. I’ve looked into her—her background’s clean. She’s not particularly clever or adaptable, but she’s decent enough. Bringing her home wouldn’t be bad.”

“As for Si Yu—she’s fine to fool around with, but don’t bring her home. Her family would only drag you down.”

The old man was genuinely giving advice, but Su Mo didn’t want to hear it.

“Liking someone isn’t about all that, Grandpa. If I ever truly like someone, I’ll bring them home naturally.”

She sighed.

“But I don’t like anyone right now.”

“You think I don’t understand why you arranged for Pu Ying to stay by my side? But I really have no interest in her. And she wouldn’t like someone like me either. Even if we got together out of obligation, we’d eventually break up because there’s no love.”

The old man froze mid-motion, staring at her speechlessly. He truly couldn’t understand how Su Mo could be so perceptive in some matters—and so blind in others.

If Pu Ying didn’t like her, would she repeatedly help her? Would she come back just to endure his scolding?

She seemed so clear-headed about emotions—so why couldn’t she see what was in another person’s heart?

The old man shook his head. Hopeless.

And it was impressive that Pu Ying had endured this for so long.

He placed a piece of pork head meat into Su Mo’s bowl, his gaze affectionate yet painfully resigned.

“Eat more. Nourish your brain.”

Su Mo bit her chopsticks. “?”

What was that supposed to mean?

After lunch, Su Mo finally had a reason to leave.

Before going out, she deliberately raised her voice to report her plans so the old man wouldn’t go searching for her everywhere.

“Grandpa, I might not be back for three days to a week. No need to save me meals.”

He leaned toward her.

“What are you going to do?”

Without turning back, she waved her hand and shouted,

“Going to get you a great-grandchild!”

Old Master Su: “……”

“Really?” he asked.

But she was already out the door and didn’t hear him.

Still, he hurriedly called over Butler Ying, barely containing his excitement.

“Xiao Ying, did Mo Mo just say she’s going to get me a great-grandchild?”

The butler was equally thrilled. Su Mo never said things like that—this was the first time. She must be serious.

“Yes, sir. You might be holding a great-grandchild very soon.”

The two elders burst into laughter, the Su family estate filled with joy.

Once outside, Su Mo didn’t really have anywhere to go, so she decided to head to the villa first to talk things over with Qiu Fu and Pu Ying—then wait until nightfall.

Ahem. After all, broad daylight made things a bit awkward.

She passed a supermarket, put on a mask, and bought some food to bring along.

When she rang the doorbell, Pu Ying answered. She had just finished showering, her hair still uncombed.

“Where’s Qiu Fu?” Su Mo asked.

Pu Ying paused briefly, then replied naturally,

“She’s still asleep.”

Su Mo bent down to change her shoes.

“Have you eaten?”

“No.”

“Then let’s eat.”

Su Mo walked past her into the living room and set the bags down.

“You eat first. Let her sleep a bit longer.”

Pu Ying opened the bags—neatly packed meals, snacks, and drinks. She twisted open a bottle of coffee.

“Why did you come over?”

“I’ll probably be staying here for a few days.”

The moment those words fell, Pu Ying’s grip on the bottle tightened.

She knew exactly what Su Mo meant.

She just hadn’t expected it to come so soon.

“I’ll be moving out during these days.”

Her lashes trembled. Her face went pale in an instant, even her lips losing all color. Her hands shook as she screwed the cap shut—but Su Mo didn’t notice.

“Sorry for the trouble,” Su Mo said.

“Mm.”

Pu Ying had no appetite at all. After a long while, she finally stood up.

“I’ll go wake her up to eat. Skipping meals is bad for her health.”

Seeing Pu Ying hadn’t touched her food, Su Mo stood up as well.

“Why don’t you eat first? I’ll go—”

“I’ll go,” Pu Ying said firmly.

“I’ll go.”

“Don’t follow me.”

Su Mo: “?”

Pu Ying quickly went upstairs. Out of Su Mo’s sight, her eyes gradually reddened. She wiped them quickly, forcing herself to calm down.

There was nothing special about this.

Old Master Su liked children. As his granddaughter, Su Mo naturally had to have one soon. And she, she clenched her fists.

She was no longer a complete Omega. She couldn’t bear children. So, she could only stand beside Su Mo in her current identity—watching her walk toward happiness.

“Pu Ying, calm down. You said you could do this.”

“Don’t cry.”

“You can’t cry.”

But the more she tried to stop the tears, the more they came. She covered her mouth, resting her forehead against the wall, doing everything she could not to sob aloud.

She was supposed to be strong. Calm. Always composed.

But in matters of love, she was nothing more than a fragile Omega.

After a long while, she finally quieted down.

Once this time passed, Su Mo would no longer belong to her.

She went into the bathroom, looked at her terrible complexion, splashed her face with water, and patted her cheeks hard until a bit of color returned.

“Pu Ying, stop fantasizing.”

“She’s not someone you’re allowed to yearn for.”

Only after her color returned somewhat did she force a faint smile, walk to Qiu Fu’s room, and knock.

“Qiu Fu.”

The moment she spoke, even she was startled by her own voice—hoarse and unpleasant, like the grinding of broken mechanical parts inside a damaged prosthetic arm.

She cleared her throat quickly and called again,

“Qiu Fu. Wake up.”

Inside the room, Qiu Fu was already awake—but she hadn’t planned on getting up yet.

Qiu Fu tossed onto her side, not sure why she didn’t want to see Pu Ying right now.

Even hearing her voice made her recall the night she and Su Mo had spent at the hospital, returning home only this morning. Su Mo had insisted it was nothing, yet why hadn’t they come back separately?

A thousand possibilities flashed through her mind before settling on one: they had embraced and kissed.

Did Su Mo kiss others the way she kissed Qiu Fu?

She lightly touched her own warm lips. She had said it was just a contract, that she wouldn’t develop feelings—but why.

Why did she still feel this pang of jealousy?

Pu Ying, seeing that Qiu Fu didn’t respond, likely guessed what was on her mind. But even if there had been something between her and Su Mo, would she have let Su Mo administer the antidote?

How could she, having someone, just push them away afterward?

“I’m coming in.”

Pu Ying drew a deep breath and used her authority to open the door.

Qiu Fu stiffened at the sound, quietly closing her eyes, saying nothing.

But the pause in her breathing, the tense, unnatural stillness of her body, betrayed the fact that she wasn’t asleep.

Pu Ying walked over and pulled up a chair to sit beside her bed, her gaze calm and fixed on Qiu Fu.

The ache in her heart was infinitely greater than Qiu Fu’s.

After a long moment, seeing that Pu Ying had no intention of leaving, Qiu Fu realized she couldn’t avoid her—and slowly, reluctantly, opened her eyes.