The Omega's Vow: Never Marry a Mama's Boy Alpha - Chapter 30

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Wen Yan felt dazed, unable to believe what she had just heard.

A popular actress wanted to fake a CP relationship with her? Was this some kind of pie falling from the sky?

Was this a new type of scam?

“I don’t really understand what you mean.”

The way the stunning beauty blinked in disbelief was simply too adorable. Tang Mi’s eyes curved with even deeper amusement.

“Don’t you think Rong’er and Emperor Wu have great chemistry in this drama?”

One was an ambitious concubine who ultimately ascended the throne as a Kunze, ruling the world as empress; the other was a fiercely loyal maid willing to sacrifice her body for Emperor Wu’s cause, even taking an assassination attempt in her stead and dying for her master.

From Rong’er’s perspective, if she didn’t harbor feelings for Emperor Wu, she wouldn’t have been capable of such immense sacrifice.

Wen Yan understood her character thoroughly and nodded in response to Tang Mi’s question.

“Once the drama airs, this pairing is sure to attract attention and discussion.”

“You’re just starting out, this kind of promotion and hype would be a huge boost for your career.”

“Think it over carefully. There’s no need to give me an answer right away.”

After saying this, Tang Mi smiled and walked off.

As for the invitation she had extended, Wen Yan truthfully relayed it to her agent, Jin Yin, wanting to hear her opinion.

Gold Mountain Silver Mountain Can’t Compare to My San San: [She said that to you?]

Wen Yan Doesn’t Want to Draw Anymore: [Yeah, is something wrong?]

Of course something was wrong! Based on Jin Yin’s years of experience working with Tang Mi, how could that woman possibly be so kind as to promote a newcomer for no reason?

This was clearly a blatant move driven by attraction to Wen Yan’s beauty.

That little brat, now that she’s grown up, she thinks she can spread her wings and do as she pleases?

How dare she make a move on someone under my care!

Jin Yin gritted her teeth in frustration as she typed her reply to Wen Yan.

[My advice is to decline. Right now, the resources I have are more than enough to build you up.]

With a company as big as Gu Corporation and a reputation as massive as Wen Ding’s, did they really need to rely on a fake CP to promote an actress?

Absolutely not!

[Besides, Tang Mi has a huge fanbase of girlfriend fans. Getting involved with her will only bring you unnecessary hostility and false accusations.]

[You should know how crazy fans can be especially some sasaeng fans. They’re genuinely terrifying.]

[Not to mention, her CP fanbase with Song Yu is overwhelmingly large. If you insert yourself into that dynamic sorry if this sounds harsh, my language skills aren’t great, but you get the idea.

[If you insert yourself, you’ll face backlash from both fanbases. Honestly, it would do you more harm than good.]

[Lastly, from what I know, Song Yu seems to have developed real feelings for Tang Mi during filming.]

[Don’t become a shield for them.]

Jin Yin pleaded earnestly, worried that Wen Yan might be swayed by Tang Mi’s beauty and foolishly agree. If Xiao Wu saw the news later his fiancée getting cozy with a popular actress, rumors swirling about a relationship, he’d probably cry from anger.

Wen Yan had no idea that Jin Yin saw her in such a light; otherwise, she would have scoffed coldly in irritation. She had already been thinking along the same lines. Although the other party had extended an olive branch, the benefits for her were minimal.

Moreover, if she faked a CP relationship with Tang Mi, she would inevitably end up written into those strange fanfictions for others’ amusement and fantasies. Just thinking about that scenario made her skin crawl.

[“I understand, I’ll refuse from now on.”]

Gold and Silver Mountains Are No Match for My Sansan: [“By the way, ‘Rivalry’ is about to wrap up filming, right?”]

[“Yeah, this weekend.”]

[“Director Lin’s studio sent over a new script. Would you like to take a look?”]

Wen Yan: ?

That was incredibly fast.

Actually, it wasn’t that fast. Pre-production tasks like casting, preparation, and securing sponsors usually take several months, so it wouldn’t interfere with the editing and promotion of the previous film. This is how director studios operate, a standard Hollywood model that industrializes the artistic process of filmmaking.

It’s something Gu Lin learned during his studies in the United States.

[“Sure.”]

Wen Yan had no reason to refuse.

The new script was titled “Escape to Freedom.”

Screenwriter: Si Wu
Director: Lin Ye

It was the same screenwriter as “Rivalry,” Wen Yan noted. Was Si Wu also a member of Director Lin’s studio? But why had Wen Yan never seen them before, not even on set?

Never mind.

Wen Yan stopped overthinking and opened the document.

It was a story so brutal and despairing it brought tears to one’s eyes, with the faint glimmer of hope at the end only making fate seem more merciless.

This script had no single protagonist or rather, every character who appeared could be considered a protagonist. It was a classic ensemble film.

Set during the war-torn era of the last century, the story depicted the invasion of China by the Yamato, who captured the last imperial family and established a puppet regime in the northern regions. The vast, fertile Greater Khingan Range lay in ruins, ravaged by artillery fire.

The indigenous people were enslaved by the Yamato. Alphas and betas were forced to mine and manufacture weapons, serving as free, expendable labor. Omegas became playthings for the invaders, stripped of all dignity.

Such oppression inevitably sparked fierce resistance, but each rebellion ended with piles of bloodied corpses, wrapped in straw mats and carelessly discarded in valleys, eventually becoming feasts for wild animals.

The screenwriter painted the background in excruciating detail, every line dripping with the cruelty and bloodshed of that era. Just reading it made Wen Yan feel suffocated, as if their heart were being squeezed unbearably.

Then, the story began.

Ashina, the son of an indigenous tribal chief, and Qixing, the daughter of the puppet regime’s king, plotted a mass escape involving tens of thousands of people.

Ashina wanted to rescue his fiancée, Lang Qingji, who had been taken by the invaders, and flee with her to the ends of the earth. Qixing refused to be a pawn in a political marriage, forced to wed the elderly, repulsive Yamato emperor, she yearned for freedom.

The two quickly joined forces, leveraging the advantages their status afforded them to secretly plan the escape. Qingji acted as an insider, providing intelligence on the enemy.

Later, Ashina’s friend Yue Long also joined the effort. Having returned from studying abroad in the West, he was brimming with knowledge and ideals, determined to save his homeland.

Finally, during a military exercise by the enemy forces, the four of them opened the gates to the slave quarters. Amidst the relentless gunfire, an unprecedented mass escape of tens of thousands began.

Free from the enemy’s control and surveillance, having saved their companions, they thought they had succeeded that it was over. Little did they know the nightmare was still hot on their heels.

First, Yue Long’s younger sister accidentally fell behind and was trampled to death by the crowd.

The small girl’s mangled body imprinted on the earth, a scene of bloodshed fit only for hell.

From that point on, Yue Long was broken, never again displaying the brilliance of the group’s strategist.

Later, as the enemy forces gradually closed in, the large troop’s movements became far too conspicuous. Ashina suggested splitting up, which would also help disperse the enemy’s strength.

The others agreed.

Thus, Yue Long and Qi Xing took one group, while Ashina and Qing Ji led the other.

They made a pact, the four of them would reunite in the warm, humid south.

Without Yue Long and Qi Xing around, Ashina gradually revealed his true nature. He cared nothing for the lives of those lowborn commoners. What he had always wanted, from beginning to end, was Qing Ji alone!

The day the enemy forces breached the pass and snatched Qing Ji from his grasp, the earnest and responsible future tribal chief had died. Nothing was more agonizing and despairing than the humiliation of having his wife taken from him. He could no longer bear a single moment without Qing Ji in his arms.

She was his omega! Only he had the right to touch her!

And so, Ashina mounted the only warhorse, shook off the main troop with Qi Xing, and rode far into the west.

He would take Qing Ji across the grasslands, into the vast and desolate desert. It didn’t matter if it was just the two of them.

As a strong, towering alpha, he could hunt, herd cattle, and tend sheep, he could provide for his omega. Qing Ji would never have to do anything again. She would no longer have to beg other men to spare his life or submit beneath other alphas.

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