The Heartless Alpha Just Wants to Follow the Plot - Chapter 49

Su Mo didn’t stop, nor did she wait. She walked ahead with a cold expression, silent and detached.

She had already left earlier, but suddenly received an order from her grandfather. He had mentioned arranging blind dates for her before, though she hadn’t heard anything since. In truth, he had been quietly selecting candidates all along.

Now, having chosen someone, he issued a command: Su Mo must speak politely, not be harsh. If the match wasn’t suitable, she should say so, and he would find another.

Su Mo: “…”

Her grandfather clearly didn’t trust her to handle things herself. This was his way of forcing her to act.

Thinking of this, Su Mo rubbed her temples and headed straight for a corner table. She didn’t want to talk in front of a crowd.

But the young woman wasn’t willing to let it go. She pursed her lips, sat opposite Su Mo, and pouted unhappily.

“I came here for a blind date with you, and you won’t even say a word to me? What’s that supposed to mean?”

Su Mo sat down and gestured to the nearby waiter. “Menu.”

The woman grew angrier at her indifference. She slammed the table, her sharp voice restrained but still cutting.

“Su Mo, can you not act like this? It’s not like I begged you for this blind date. Stop giving me that attitude!”

Su Mo’s expression remained calm. “I’m not.”

The waiter, nervous about interrupting, hesitated. Su Mo beckoned again. “Menu.”

Hurriedly, the waiter approached and handed it over. “Here you are.”

Their table was tucked into a corner, surrounded by dense greenery, so neither noticed Si Yu and Qiu Fu sitting a few tables away.

Si Yu hadn’t expected this. Su Mo was already tied to Qiu Fu, yet here she was, bringing another omega to dinner and in such a secluded spot. Her expression turned strange.

She glanced at Qiu Fu, who only showed the slightest flicker of change before quickly regaining composure. Qiu Fu said nothing, simply watched the two through the foliage.

Qiu Fu knew Si Yu was curious about her thoughts, but she couldn’t explain. She couldn’t expose herself or Su Mo.

She sipped her coffee casually, though her eyes kept drifting toward Su Mo’s table. Si Yu noticed but didn’t call her out. Instead, she asked lightly:

“Should we order? Funny how we came here to eat, yet forgot to order.”

Distracted, Qiu Fu replied, “Go ahead.”

Si Yu ordered a few dishes—light, suitable for entertainers. She had chosen this restaurant because it customized meals for clients like them, ensuring comfort without burden, while catering to personal tastes.

Though expensive, it was worth it.

“Anything you’d like to add?”

She handed Qiu Fu the menu. It resembled a vintage notebook, designed to evoke the feeling of ancient Earth.

Qiu Fu glanced at the selections. They were all things she could eat. Clearly, Si Yu had done her homework. After a moment, she added one item.

“Matcha cake, please.”

“Of course. It’ll be out shortly,” the waiter said, taking the menu away.

Once he left, Si Yu asked suddenly: “Aren’t you curious?”

Qiu Fu: “Curious about what?”

“What those two are talking about.”

Si Yu rested her chin on her hand, openly watching the other corner. Their table had just received colorful ice cream desserts, bright and eye-catching.

“I’m curious.”

Qiu Fu avoided looking. “If you’re curious, you can ask.”

“Too direct. I prefer observing.”

Si Yu leaned in, intrigued. “But aren’t you curious? That’s Su Mo. She’s had plenty of rumors, but no one’s ever said she actually kept someone.”

Her gaze flicked to Qiu Fu’s neck, where the suppression patch lay hidden. The implication was clear.

Qiu Fu was the first person Su Mo had formally marked. She must be special. Otherwise, Su Mo wouldn’t have sacrificed herself.

If she was special, why not pursue her boldly?

“You’re mistaken.”

Qiu Fu understood. Even if Su Mo truly liked her, she wouldn’t abandon her principles or her path. Su Mo had her own convictions, her own battles. Qiu Fu couldn’t change that.

So why force her to suffer?

This—being by her side, watching quietly, receiving her occasional warmth was enough.

She touched her coffee cup, her eyes dim, mood heavy.

Si Yu looked at her and shook her head. She hadn’t expected this.

“You should be braver.”

“You’re not like me. My family runs a small company. If I was to be with Su Mo, my family would inevitably be tied to the Su clan. That’s a matter of power.”

A small family marrying into a great one meant assimilation. Even unwilling, the resources funneled down would brand the smaller family as an extension of the larger. In time, they would become a subsidiary.

It was unavoidable.

Great families would never allow smaller ones to grow strong on their resources and later turn against them. The only safe way was to absorb and control them.

Si Yu’s father had built their company with his own hands. He would never allow it to bear another family’s name.

Si Yu knew she and Su Mo were impossible. Still, she had clung to a sliver of fantasy. Better it shatter now, before it grew deeper and harder to escape.

But Qiu Fu was different. She had no family, no clan. She was alone. She wouldn’t bring political entanglements to Su Mo.

It could be considered a kind of advantage.

Faced with Si Yu’s unconscious envy, Qiu Fu gave a bitter smile and shook her head. Si Yu only saw the surface. In truth, she herself was struggling.

If she had a powerful background, she could openly marry Su Mo instead of being stuck in this powerless position, unable to do anything.

“Every situation has its own difficulties. I know what you’re trying to say, but sometimes things aren’t as simple as you think.”

Qiu Fu’s gaze drifted toward the neighboring corner, which had grown quiet.

She saw Su Mo swirling a wine glass, her long, slender fingers pale and smooth, like freshly peeled eggs—delicate enough to make anyone’s heart stir.

The young woman across from her couldn’t raise her voice in the restaurant. Aside from her initial displeasure when sitting down, she now only pursed her lips, looking at Su Mo with grievance.

“I know you don’t like me. I didn’t want to force you into this blind date. Just finish this meal, then go do whatever you want. I’ll explain everything to my uncle when I get back.”

Su Mo nodded. “Then I’ll trouble Miss Gong. I’ll tell Grandfather it was my fault this blind date failed.”

Gong Jiaojiao pouted. “Am I really that unpleasant to look at?”

She spoke with irritation. “I may not be as beautiful as you, but I’m not worse than others. Why does it feel like meeting me is such a burden, like you can’t wait to get away?”

“We were childhood playmates, weren’t we? Even if we can’t be lovers, can’t we at least be friends?”

She hated Su Mo’s aloofness, her refusal to connect with anyone. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have agreed to this blind date arranged by the old master.

Su Mo replied evenly: “If you weren’t here as a blind date, I could be your friend.”

Her words made it clear. Gong Jiaojiao now understood why Su Mo didn’t want to talk to her.

If she had simply come as an old friend to share a meal, things would have been fine. But she had chosen to appear under the awkward identity of a blind date, trapping them both in discomfort.

“I only agreed because I was afraid you wouldn’t recognize me anymore.”

Her pout deepened. “You’re a big star now. I can’t even get into your house, let alone see you.”

“Tell me, why did you decide to enter that messy entertainment circle? For people like us, children of wealthy families, it shouldn’t be appealing.”

The industry looked lucrative, but for heirs worth tens or hundreds of billions, it wasn’t worth the trouble. Once they came of age, their parents gave them “pocket money”—hundreds of billions at minimum. There was no need to act for others.

She herself had graduated with a net worth of billions. All she had to do was enjoy life.

Money made money. Her investment advisors handled it. Her only responsibility was to spend.

So, she couldn’t understand Su Mo’s choice.

“Everyone should live their own way. I enjoy the happiness this industry brings, so I chose it.”

“Just like you, you love painting. If you keep at it, even without family money, you could earn a living with your own hands.”

Su Mo already had Gong Jiaojiao’s background information from her grandfather. Even if she hadn’t, the system would have reminded her.

Speaking of which, the system had been quiet lately. She didn’t know what it was doing, leaving her to act freely. It was lazy but she didn’t mind.

Without its restrictions, she could do whatever she wanted, without worrying about missions or rules.

“I know. I was just curious. I remember you hated being chased as a child. Now you seem to enjoy being pursued.”

The dishes arrived. Gong Jiaojiao lifted her wine glass and clinked it against Su Mo’s.

“Cheers.”

Su Mo raised her glass, replying perfunctorily: “People change.”

Gong Jiaojiao sipped her wine. “True. But you haven’t changed much. As a child, you disliked me tagging along. Now you still dislike me sticking close.”

She smiled slyly. “You’re not worried I’ll hold you accountable for our childhood pretend-marriage games, are you?”