The Heartless Alpha Just Wants to Follow the Plot - Chapter 46

For Qiu Fu, the casting process was far from smooth. She hadn’t expected that both Si Yu and Hua Siyin would also be competing for the role.

When it came to Si Yu, Qiu Fu still remembered the time she had lent Su Mo an inhibitor, sparing Qiu Fu from suffering. But Si Yu likely didn’t even know who she was, and Qiu Fu had no intention of revealing her own story.

This time, they were rivals. She wouldn’t go easy just because Si Yu had once helped her.

Si Yu, sensing someone’s gaze, turned her head and caught Qiu Fu looking at her. She frowned slightly.

That face, it looked familiar. Where had she seen her before?

But she couldn’t quite recall.

Across the crowd, Si Yu gave Qiu Fu a polite nod, treating it as a greeting. Qiu Fu pressed her lips together and nodded back.

Meanwhile, Hua Siyin, sitting in a corner and observing the actresses auditioning for the female lead, froze when her eyes landed on a familiar figure. She rubbed her eyes, unable to believe it.

Why, why was Qiu Fu here?

Hadn’t she been blacklisted for offending Su Mo?

Why was she still auditioning?

Impossible. Could it be that Su Mo hadn’t brought Qiu Fu here to destroy her career, but to support her instead?

Had she, Hua Siyin, inadvertently paved the way for Qiu Fu’s success?

No. Su Mo wasn’t that kind of person. There had to be something else going on, something she didn’t yet know. She needed to watch carefully. After all, she had already torn her relationship with Qiu Fu apart. She had to find another way to suppress her again.

Raya, ever vigilant, noticed Hua Siyin’s obvious malice and frowned. This woman was clearly up to no good.

She leaned close to Qiu Fu’s ear and whispered. Qiu Fu turned her gaze, meeting Hua Siyin’s poorly concealed hatred. It was as if she had wronged Hua Siyin in some unforgivable way.

But the truth was, Hua Siyin—someone she had once considered a sister had betrayed her, colluding with her agent to sell her out.

If not for Su Mo, she would have already been reduced to nothing, trampled and abused, treated as a disposable tool.

The thought filled Qiu Fu’s eyes with hatred. What kind of grudge did Hua Siyin hold against her, to go so far as to destroy her? Was it simply to satisfy some twisted desire?

And her former agent, what debt did she owe them, that they would join forces with Hua Siyin to torment her?

The tension between them sparked across the room, even from a distance. Raya raised her hand, covering Qiu Fu’s eyes, and whispered:

“Don’t look at her like that. You’re still in the middle of an audition.”

Anger and resentment would ruin her performance. The role she was auditioning for wasn’t that of a bitter, vengeful woman, but of a poor, innocent high school girl from ancient Earth.

She couldn’t let her emotions bleed into her work.

Suddenly, her vision went dark as Raya blocked her gaze. Her voice was low, reminding Qiu Fu not to cause trouble on set. If anyone noticed, she could lose this hard-won opportunity.

Even with Su Mo behind her, Qiu Fu couldn’t act as freely as Su Mo did, walking away without caring what others thought.

She wasn’t Su Mo.

Qiu Fu took a deep breath, forcing down the hatred and anger. She turned her head away, refusing to meet Hua Siyin’s eyes. She couldn’t let one vile person cost her the chance Su Mo and Pu Ying had fought to secure for her.

“I understand.”

She managed a faint smile. “Thank you for reminding me.”

Seeing her calm again, Raya lowered her hand and said softly, “It’s nothing. It’s my job.”

Hua Siyin noticed Raya shielding Qiu Fu’s gaze and grew dissatisfied. She loved nothing more than seeing Qiu Fu glare at her with anger and resentment. Only when Qiu Fu was miserable did she feel joy.

As long as Qiu Fu suffered, Hua Siyin was happy.

She hated Qiu Fu.

They had once been in the same company, under the same agent, struggling as newcomers. Why did Qiu Fu get to live so much better?

Was it just because she had a face people liked?

Because of that face, fans adored her, directors favored her, and even the company tilted resources her way.

Why?

She would never forget. Back when they were both rookies, they had competed for a small role—a minor character in a drama, appearing in only three episodes with few lines. But for them, it was a precious opportunity.

Whoever won it would gain exposure and escape being bullied at the bottom.

She had fought desperately for it. But during the audition, the director chose Qiu Fu instead—because her youthful, innocent look fit the role better.

The director had said: “What I want is a child like Qiu Fu, someone who can play a timid, fragile student. Your acting is similar, but your image doesn’t match the role. So, I’m choosing Qiu Fu.”

How ironic.

From that moment, Hua Siyin knew they could never be friends again.

Because she hated Qiu Fu. Hated that she had the face that fit the role.

Later, Hua Siyin finally managed to secure two leading roles in television dramas—by sacrificing herself to her agent. She dreamed of competing for the Best Actress award. Even if it was a watered-down version, as long as she could claim the title, it would be enough.

With that crown, she could proudly crush Qiu Fu, stand before her with arrogance, and say: See? Even if you were born to play leads, I can still live better than you.

She had prepared herself to bask in the glory of Best Actress. But then Qiu Fu appeared again.

And Qiu Fu won.

Once more, Qiu Fu walked ahead of her, while Hua Siyin was disgraced—caught buying fake votes, exposed by rival fans, and shoved to the bottom of the rankings, further away from her coveted title.

Her hatred for Qiu Fu deepened.

This time, she chose to pose as Qiu Fu’s “sister.” She thought she could use the bond of sisterhood to quietly drag Qiu Fu down, ensuring she would never rise again.

It was a clever plan. But once again, she failed.

Recalling the past, Hua Siyin’s eyes darkened with resentment. It’s always Qiu Fu. Always her. Every time she appears, nothing good happens to me.

As her gaze fell on Qiu Fu again, Raya’s cold, murderous stare locked onto Hua Siyin. Her eyes were deep, filled with an icy chill that made Hua Siyin shudder violently, nearly falling off her chair.

She quickly averted her eyes, too frightened to look again.

Her breathing grew uneven, panic clouding her vision. At that moment, the director’s assistant stepped out and called:

“Next audition, number 139.”

Startled, Hua Siyin’s heart raced. For a moment, she didn’t realize she was 139.

When no one answered, the assistant frowned and raised his voice:

“Where’s 139? Did 139 not show up?”

Instinctively, Hua Siyin glanced down at the number pinned to her waist, 139. She shot to her feet, flustered, and shouted:

“Here! I’m here!”

The assistant gave her a quick look, checked the paperwork, and nodded. “Alright, come in.”

Taking a deep breath, Hua Siyin followed, her mind blank, her steps unsteady. Passing by Qiu Fu, she faltered, her eyes brushing against Raya’s shadowed glare. A chill ran down her spine, and she hurried into the room.

Inside sat four people: the original author, two directors, and another lead actress.

The other female lead had already been cast. The only role left undecided was the heroine.

That actress was none other than the renowned triple Best Actress winner—Miao Xiaoyu.

Her acting was beyond question, her beauty flawless. She was celebrated as the gentle goddess of the entertainment industry, admired by countless peers and fans alike.

The second director was equally formidable—Director Jiang, known for his strictness. Once an award-winning actor, he had grown tired of acting and turned to directing. His very first film had grossed billions at the box office. A true powerhouse.

Director Jiang glanced at Hua Siyin’s profile, then at her face, and said curtly:

“Begin. Perform scene five for me.”

Scene five depicted the heroine being bullied, her chance at advancement stolen. It was a moment of sorrow and pain, yet also resilience and grievance, as she resolved to appeal to the Ministry of Education to defend her name.

Jiang had deliberately chosen this scene. Hua Siyin’s features carried a trace of melancholy, not suited for youthful innocence but perhaps fitting for the heroine’s later growth. If her acting proved strong enough, she might still have a chance.

It was an opportunity. But Hua Siyin didn’t realize it. Her mind remained blank. No matter how she stared at the script, she couldn’t enter the role. Her performance was far worse than her usual practice—so poor she herself turned pale, unable to comprehend what she had just delivered.

The result was disastrous. Director Jiang’s brows furrowed tightly. He shook his head.

“Next.”

Hua Siyin’s face drained of all color. She slunk out of the room, humiliated, watching the next candidate enter.

She sat dazed in the corner, lost in thought.

Then Si Yu went in. After a while, she emerged with a faint smile, looking confident, as though victory was already hers.

Hua Siyin’s expression darkened further.

And then, the next to enter was Qiu Fu.

Seeing Qiu Fu walk inside, Hua Siyin refused to leave. She sat rigidly in the corner, eyes locked on the door, waiting, hoping to see Qiu Fu fail as miserably as she had. Only then would she feel satisfied.