The Heartless Alpha Just Wants to Follow the Plot - Chapter 8

Su Mo tossed aside the suppressant and gently stroked the woman’s nape, murmuring, “It’s okay. It’s okay, don’t be afraid.”

The woman’s bite on Su Mo’s lips loosened a little. Her expression was exhausted, yet the heat in her body hadn’t fully subsided—and seemed ready to surge back again. She shifted restlessly in discomfort.

Su Mo frowned. What’s going on?

System: This drug hits hard. You can’t suppress it with inhibitors alone. Also,

The system sighed. You two have a very high compatibility score.

When an Omega and Alpha with high compatibility exchange pheromones, it works far better than any suppressant—but only if the Alpha has enough self-control to resist the overwhelming urge to fully mark during the process.

Su Mo: “…”

“I can do it.”

She didn’t fully understand, but she felt she could manage.

She steadied the woman and asked softly, “I can help you suppress the heat, but I’ll need to give you a temporary mark. Do you consent?”

At the mention of being marked—even temporarily—the woman stiffened with obvious resistance.

Su Mo had no choice but to explain gently that this was for her own safety. Right now, only a temporary mark could save her. The suppressants weren’t strong enough; if they waited until her pheromones flared again, every high-ranking Alpha in the hotel would be affected.

And then the situation would spiral into something much worse—something that wouldn’t just involve the two of them.

The woman bit her lower lip. After a long silence, she slumped against Su Mo’s chest, closed her eyes, and rasped hoarsely, “Only a temporary mark.”

Su Mo: “Mm.”

System, how do I do a temporary mark?

System: There’s a gland at the back of an Omega’s neck—injecting your pheromones there would create a permanent mark.

But a kiss can serve as a temporary mark.

Su Mo: “…”

A kiss?

Her first kiss still existed!

She’d shot so many dramas, but as the vicious supporting character she almost never had kissing scenes—so her first kiss was untouched.

And now she had to give it away?

She turned her face aside in embarrassment. “Um, I’ll need to kiss you. Do you mind?”

“Go ahead,” the woman whispered—quiet, but firm.

Su Mo cupped her face and lowered her head. The moment their lips met, the rush of pheromones sent the woman into a brief daze, though she quickly regained clarity.

Mouth against mouth, breath mingling, that instinctive urge to mark—to claim—slammed into Su Mo’s mind. Her hands tightened involuntarily, her breathing turning rough.

Only when the woman finally calmed in her arms did Su Mo force herself to let go with sheer willpower. She quickly pulled back, glancing at the woman’s kiss-swollen lips with mortified guilt.

“Sorry, there really wasn’t any other way.”

The woman lay back on the bed, lips pressed together, silent.

A heavy stillness settled between them. Su Mo tried to ignore the awkwardness clinging to the air and asked gently, “What’s your name? Why were those people chasing you?”

The woman freed herself from the tangle of sheets and pushed her long hair back, revealing elegant, cool features. Her narrow eyes—cold yet slightly aggrieved—glimmered faintly with moisture.

She was too beautiful, Su Mo thought, almost dazed.

“My name is Qiu Fu. You don’t recognize me?”

Her voice, now steady and cool, still carried a hint of complexity—like she couldn’t understand why Su Mo didn’t remember her. By all logic, Su Mo should know her very well.

Qiu Fu?

The name sounded familiar.

Su Mo frowned, trying to recall where she’d heard it—maybe in the plot she was supposed to follow?

Qiu Fu shifted into a kneeling sit and leaned closer, eyes locked onto her. “Su Mo, you really don’t remember me?”

Su Mo instinctively leaned back. “…”

“Were we close?”

The system’s voice jolted with urgency. She’s the original host’s mortal enemy. You two won Best Actress in the same year—but not the same award. The original host bought her trophy, while this woman earned hers with actual talent.

She’s even stronger than Si Yu—she was the award-winner the year before Si Yu, and almost everything she stars in is a guaranteed box-office success.

Because she and the original host both won that year, the original host hired water armies to smear her, sabotaged her behind the scenes, and even robbed her of resources.

Su Mo: “…”

Ah. No wonder the name felt familiar.

So, she was an enemy.

Qiu Fu watched Su Mo’s subtle retreat and let out a soft, sardonic laugh. “Thank you for saving me.”

“I just didn’t expect that the one who’d come for me would be you.”

She had just finished filming her final wrap scene when her agent and her only supposed friend in the industry lured her here. She thought it was an ordinary cocktail party—only to discover it was a setup meant to ruin her.

If people believed she was an Alpha, then being humiliated would destroy her reputation.

If they learned she was a disguised Omega, then she would be marked—and utterly disgraced.

They knew exactly what would happen, and still did it.

Qiu Fu sat back down, sweeping her long hair over her shoulder, her gaze resting on Su Mo.

Everyone else wanted to take advantage of her, but the person who had always looked down on her had saved her.

And hadn’t taken advantage at all.

“You’re not the same as before.”

Su Mo stood, pulled a chair over, and sat down calmly. “I haven’t changed.”

“I just don’t have the hobby of preying on someone vulnerable. Someone as rich and gorgeous as me—if I wanted an Omega, they’d line up to throw themselves at me. I don’t need to force one who’s unwilling and barely conscious.”

Qiu Fu stared at her—and then suddenly laughed.

“The entire industry really did misunderstand you.”

Everyone believed Su Mo was reckless, domineering, using money to crush others. When she liked someone, she’d pull every dirty trick to get them, and she never took relationships seriously. If someone fit her taste and offered themselves, she’d accept without hesitation.

People in the industry took advantage of others all the time. Even in Su Mo’s past scandals, there had been such accusations. Yet this time, she hadn’t done anything.

“How they see it has nothing to do with me, and I don’t care.”

Su Mo took out the treatment device and tended to the wounds on her hand. Her tone was calm. “They won’t dare show up in front of me anyway.”

As long as she avoided making the same selective mistakes as the original host, the tragic plot could be prevented from repeating itself. She could complete her mission with minimal cost.

In this world, she had money, looks, and people ready to support her. Why would she voluntarily suffer?

She was an Alpha—just a curl of her finger would have plenty of people throwing themselves at her. There was no need to force anyone else.

Qiu Fu felt a rare kind of envy toward this version of Su Mo. As long as Su Mo didn’t want to, no one would dare threaten her. And the moment she wished for resources, people would rush over, arms full of them, begging her to choose.

But she herself had clawed her way up step by step. With no one at her back, she still ended up being humiliated and bullied in ways like this.

Thinking of that, she let out a bitter laugh. “Can I borrow a set of your clothes to leave?”

“I’ll get them for you.”

Once the wound on her hand healed, Su Mo fetched a set of her own clothes and handed them to Qiu Fu. “We’re about the same size. It shouldn’t be uncomfortable.”

“Let me borrow your bathroom too.”

“Go ahead.”

Qiu Fu took the clothes and went to shower. Su Mo thought for a moment—she couldn’t change too quickly—so she instructed the cleaning bots to tidy the room and swap out everything.

By the time Qiu Fu came out, Su Mo had already ordered food from the hotel.

When the robot delivered the meal, Su Mo suddenly asked, “033, how many guests are staying on this floor?”

Robot 033’s mechanical eyes flickered. “There are a total of four guests on this floor. Three rooms are vacant.”

Su Mo nodded. “Alright, you can go.”

“Yes.”

After 033 left, Su Mo sat on the sofa, her gaze drifting toward the slightly opened window, something unreadable passing through her eyes.

【System, who exactly is this Qiu Fu in the plot?】

The system had only provided the original host’s storyline and data at the beginning. Nothing else. Even Si Yu’s data only unlocked after Su Mo met her.

Then logically, Qiu Fu’s profile should have appeared after contact too—but nothing had refreshed yet. Did that mean Qiu Fu wasn’t important in the original novel?

But a rival with this much capability—would the author really create someone this strong just to suppress the protagonist?

System: 【She’s one of the female leads.】

Su Mu: 【??】

She was stunned. 【Don’t tell me this is actually an NP harem novel?】

The system sounded embarrassed. 【It kind of looks like that.】

It glanced at the jumbled plot it had just searched up, hesitated, then tried to defend itself: 【Actually, before the storyline collapsed, it was a 1v1. But the plot broke, and the characters inside, um, rewrote themselves.】

【Host, we’re here to fix the plot. You have to pull it back on track, okay!】

Su Mo felt a headache coming on. This was a mess.

【Then at least tell me what the original plot was supposed to be. And why did it fall apart this badly? Did some chaos-loving author forcefully intervene?】

The system stared at the bug-ridden page and didn’t dare lift its head.

Su Mo: “…”

Good grief. It had simply decided not to answer.

“I’m done.”

Qiu Fu emerged with her long hair dried, wearing Su Mo’s clothes. Now she finally matched the little bit of data the system had given—someone capable of earning a Best Actress award on merit alone would never break so easily, no matter how many people targeted or tripped her up.

Su Mo hid the flicker of admiration in her eyes and nodded. “I ordered some food. Come eat.”

Qiu Fu had been embarrassed at first, but seeing Su Mo’s calm expression, she finally relaxed a little.

“Thank you.”

She was starving. She hadn’t eaten properly in a long time due to filming. And being dragged to tonight’s gathering only got her plied with alcohol—she hadn’t even had dinner. Now, just seeing the food made her stomach twist painfully.

Su Mo, remembering what had just happened and the fact that they were both actresses, didn’t order anything greasy or heavy—just mild, easy-to-digest dishes.