The Heartless Alpha Just Wants to Follow the Plot - Chapter 37

Su Mo had begun handling company affairs. Though she wasn’t naturally suited for such work, perhaps thanks to the system’s support, she managed surprisingly well.

Most importantly, she was preparing a gift for Qiu Fu.

After connecting through her light-brain, a male beta appeared on the screen. His features were gentle, his demeanor refined.

“Miss Su Mo, it’s been a long time. Are you here to order another custom gown?”

Su Mo replied candidly, “Yes and no. I’ve set my eyes on your latest haute couture piece, the one that hasn’t been rented out yet.”

The man hesitated. “That design doesn’t suit you, nor does it match your usual aesthetic.”

“Miss Su Mo, you know our rules. Unless you can select an artist who meets our criteria to wear it, even with our long-standing relationship, I can’t help you. May I ask who you intend this gown for?”

Su Mo folded her hands under her chin, smiling. “For someone who absolutely deserves it. Perhaps you don’t believe me now, Mr. Ruan, but she will surprise you in the future.”

The man looked troubled. “Miss Su Mo, you know the rules.”

“Then consider it borrowed under Feimu’s name,” Su MO declared firmly. “If within a year she fails to meet your standards, Feimu will add five percent to every future rental fee paid to P.V.”

“Miss Su Mo, this isn’t a decision I can make lightly.” He sighed. “You’re putting me in a difficult position. Once the rules are broken, they’re hard to uphold. And this gown is our flagship piece for the year. Still, out of respect for our relationship, I’ll give you some leeway. But I must know who it is before I decide.”

“If the name doesn’t meet his expectations,” Su Mo thought, “he’ll lend it to someone else.”

“Fine,” she said aloud, her smile brimming with confidence. “Once you see her photo, you’ll agree. She’s exactly what this gown requires.”

After reviewing the photo, the man calculated silently. It wasn’t a loss, worth a try.

Finally, he nodded. “Her figure, looks, and temperament all fit. Her awards are acceptable too. But her popularity is lacking. If you can raise her profile within this month, then at next month’s Horn Festival, I’ll lend her the gown.”

Su Mo answered without hesitation: “Rest assured.”

Raising fame was nothing difficult, she knew the fastest way.

Over the next month, Qiu Fu’s public image soared. Every appearance was positive. Though she rarely sought attention, her quiet acts of kindness over the years were suddenly revealed.

Official thank-you speeches resurfaced “accidentally,” along with old footage of her youthful volunteer work.

Qiu Fu was a natural talent. Her face hadn’t changed over the years, but her aura had matured into something extraordinary.

People discovered that much of her earnings had gone to orphanages and donations to impoverished, remote planets. She had quietly sponsored countless children across the galaxy.

Fans reacted emotionally:

• “I’m crying. She’s done so much behind the scenes. Truly moving.”

• “I once donated to the same planet as her! That means we helped the same child. I’m practically connected to her now!”

• “I want to follow in her footsteps.”

Those who had been beneficiaries were stunned to learn her identity.

• “What have I been doing all these years? How could I bully the very person who helped me? I’m so sorry, my benefactor, my sister. It was all my fault!”

• “Me too. I never imagined this. I wronged her. I’m sorry.”

• “She’s beautiful and kind, yet I once mocked her for earning high fees while not working, accused her of lying about being poor. I was blind. I’m sorry. From now on, I’ll be her most devoted fan.”

Because the Star Net required real-name registration, these apologies quickly rose to the top. Headlines were flooded with messages of remorse, and Qiu Fu’s fame skyrocketed overnight.

Watching from the shadows, Su Mo nodded. When she contacted Mr. Ruan again, he had already been monitoring Qiu Fu’s rise. Seeing her popularity surge, he knew Su Mo had acted.

Mr. Ruan raised his brows. The actress Su Mo recommended was indeed impressive, perfect for P.V.’s haute couture theme.

“Miss Su Mo, you’ve done well. I’ve always trusted you. We’re satisfied with this choice and look forward to future collaborations.”

Su Mo’s lips curved proudly. “Anyone I recommend will always be the right choice.”

Had she not promised her grandfather to elevate Feimu within three years, she wouldn’t have pushed Qiu Fu’s growth so urgently.

After ending the call, Su Mo closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling the familiar ache of exhausting business affairs.

Pu Ying gently massaged her shoulders. “It seems you truly want to succeed in one stroke.”

Su Mo opened her eyes, desire burning within them. “If I expend this much effort and still don’t achieve the result I want, then I’d rather not act at all.”

She had once cared only about money. But now, with the old master loosening his grip, her inner desires had grown.

What she had gained so far was no longer enough. She needed more—something to fill the deep pit inside her heart, or perhaps, the endless void.

When Qiu Fu appeared before the public again, she carried herself with an entirely new aura. Feimu Entertainment personally stood behind her, just as Su Mo had said: Feimu had few newcomers worth supporting, and even fewer with both talent and popularity. Qiu Fu was one of the rare promising choices.

This time, her red carpet look surpassed all expectations. Dressed in P.V.’s latest haute couture, she stunned the crowd.

Haute couture was rarely lent to artists with weak commercial appeal. Back when she was with Qi Huan Entertainment, Qiu Fu had never received such resources. Even borrowing last year’s couture was rare, let alone the newest designs.

Especially from P.V., whose gowns were reserved only for top-tier artists. Su Mo herself had worn many of their pieces, purchased several haute couture outfits, and had the spending power to match.

But this time, Su Mo personally negotiated with P.V.’s designer and orchestrated a marketing campaign to boost Qiu Fu’s profile. Her rising fame aligned perfectly with P.V.’s theme, meeting their requirements.

Thus, P.V. lent Feimu its showpiece gown, allowing Qiu Fu to shine brilliantly on the red carpet. She instantly outshone every newcomer, her momentum unstoppable.

Those who had mocked her for months of inactivity after switching companies were utterly defeated by this spectacle.

Qiu Fu seemed reborn like a true princess returning to her rightful place, finally radiating her genuine brilliance.

Fans watching from the official livestream clutched tissues, eyes brimming with tears. At last, they had waited long enough for this moment.

Fan reactions flooded in:

• “It’s P.V.! The latest showpiece couture of the year! Ahhh, I’m dying, it’s too gorgeous!”

• “Feimu actually gave Qiu Fu P.V.’s couture! That’s always been Su M’s domain. For her to step aside this time, it’s incredible.”

• “I wonder if certain fans will throw a fit, since this couture isn’t for their idol anymore.”

Su Mo’s fans, however, merely shrugged. They said nothing.

Beforehand, Su Mo had already spoken in her fan groups, explaining that this couture didn’t suit her for this season’s theme. She clarified it wasn’t that she didn’t want it, but that she had voluntarily suggested someone more fitting, so the gown could be shown at its most beautiful. She urged her fans not to quarrel with others.

Though Su Mo had few truly devoted fans, she had many followers, wealthy women who couldn’t always buy couture themselves but loved seeing her wear it.

With Su Mo’s explanation, Qiu Fu’s transfer, and the recent publicity push, everyone understood: this was a planned collaboration, agreed upon by Su Mo herself.

When provoked by rival fans, Su Mo’s supporters responded with disdain but refrained from arguments, showing remarkable restraint.

Because they didn’t stir conflict, the fan war quickly fizzled out.

Meanwhile, Qiu Fu’s fans were stunned. They never imagined she would one day wear P.V.’s latest haute couture gown.

It was P.V.—an industry legend, a luxury brand every artist dreamed of touching.

Many celebrities had tried to borrow this season’s showpiece gown, but Mr. Ruan had refused them all, saying it was already lent out. Everyone assumed it must have gone to a superstar. No one expected it to be Qiu Fu.

When reality sank in, fans broke down in tears. It hadn’t been easy—truly, it hadn’t.

• “Seven years. For seven whole years, I kept her in my heart. Finally, others see her. Finally, she’s walking her own path. My heart can rest now. I hope she lives even better from here on.”

• “I feel both joy and emptiness. She had the title of Best Actress before, but not the treatment. Few noticed her. I waited for the day she would rise, the day she would be cherished. Now it’s here, but my heart feels strangely hollow. Still, keep going, sister. You may no longer belong only to us, but you’ve finally broken through.”

• “We must thank @Su Mo. Thank you for saving her, and for being so generous.”

• “Yes, yes! Without Su Mo, she wouldn’t be here. I won’t hate you anymore. From today, you’re my second idol!”

• “And thanks to @P.V. Official. Only with them could her beauty be fully revealed.”

Reading these comments, Su Mo sat in her aircraft, laughing and crying at once.

She had to admit, Qiu Fu’s fans were rather adorable.

At least, when they weren’t hurling insults.