The Omega's Vow: Never Marry a Mama's Boy Alpha - Chapter 39

Milan International Airport’s departure hall was packed with fans holding cameras and equipment, most of them distinctly East Asian in appearance.

A deep, magnetic male voice announced over the intercom that the flight from China’s capital to Milan had arrived, asking those waiting to be prepared.

Security personnel struggled to maintain order in the airport, attempting to disperse the overly dense crowd, but their efforts were largely ineffective, receiving little response.

The usually quiet Milan International Airport once again welcomed its peak period.

Every year, the Spring/Summer and Autumn/Winter fashion weeks invite celebrities and brand companies from around the world to attend. Receiving an invitation to this grand fashion feast is a matter worth boasting about for any celebrity, regardless of nationality. Fans also treat it as an honor, spontaneously promoting it to increase their idols’ visibility.

Thus, the celebrities attending the shows were all impeccably made up and dressed in the latest trends. Facing flashbulbs bright enough to blind, they had to keep their eyes wide open, flashing perfect smiles with precisely calibrated lip curves.

When met with fans’ screams, cheers, and waves of flattering compliments, they had to remain unruffled and composed.

Nothing to get excited about stay calm, stay calm.

Just standard procedure.

On the same flight as Wen Yan were three to five recognizable idols and actors who put on sunglasses and masks immediately after disembarking. Wen Yan glanced at them, initially puzzled, thinking Milan’s temperature must be particularly low.

Only upon entering the arrival hall did he realize they were trying to avoid being blinded by camera flashes and having their oily faces captured on camera.

“Ahhhh! Jiang Xia! Xiaxia, look over here, mommy’s calling you!”

“Bai Mingshan! Baibai! You’re so handsome today!”

“Wu Yueqing! Your wife is right here!”

As fans saw their favorite artists emerging one by one, they fell into frenzied excitement, shouting at the top of their lungs. Omegas who normally wouldn’t dare speak to alphas were now boldly expressing passion that left the artists overwhelmed.

For international schedules, few brought security details due to the high costs.

Some artists, unable to bear the harassment, broke into a run, followed by large crowds.

To an uninformed observer, it might look like a group of alphas chasing an omega in heat.

However, such behavior was inappropriate chasing and running in public spaces could easily cause accidents, especially while abroad, potentially creating negative impressions about their home country.

Panda, a veteran fan club leader with ten years of experience in the circle, frowned and put down her heavy DSLR camera. She turned to the person beside her and said, “Later, send a message in the group chat reminding everyone to restrain their fans from this kind of behavior.”

“It really ruins public perception.”

“Okay, Panda Jie.”

Panda Jie was Panda’s nickname, derived from her name’s similarity to the English word “panda.” Everyone found it endearing, so it became her affectionate nickname.

Having been in the fandom for a long time, Panda had broad interests basically, she’d follow any celebrity she found attractive and appealing. With extensive resources and connections to many famous directors and agents, she belonged to that category of highly influential superfans.

Her Weibo follower count surpassed that of many D-list celebrities, and the candid shots of celebrities or airport photos she posted would even get reposted and praised by the stars themselves.

Panda hummed in acknowledgment, standing in the front row of the crowd, her gaze fixed on the exit.

She was waiting for any unexpected surprises.

And indeed, there was one.

A pair of stunning beauties walked side by side from a distance, their features so exquisite they seemed to have stepped out of a painting so perfect they almost didn’t belong to this world.

One was tall, the other slightly shorter; one in blue, the other in red. They walked together so harmoniously that no one could possibly intrude on their chemistry.

Panda’s eyes lit up brilliantly as she quickly raised her DSLR camera, adjusting the focus and angle, snapping over a dozen shots in rapid succession.

She recognized the woman in the dark red wool coat Wen Yan, who had previously trended on social media due to resources from Qinghong and online bullying. Though she was widely criticized, it had still boosted her visibility.

Many had tried to interview Wen Yan about the incident, but her agency never responded.

Who would have thought she’d come to Milan for fashion week!

Panda had initially been indifferent to Wen Yan. She’d seen her in music videos pretty, sure, but Panda had seen plenty of beautiful faces. Beauty without distinctiveness rarely left a lasting impression.

But seeing her in person made Panda’s jaw drop.

What an icy, glamorous queen!

How could someone so flawlessly blend an aloof, untouchable aura with such breathtaking beauty? If she had to compare, Wen Yan was like a frost-blue rose.

Vibrant and striking, yet cool-toned.

Her expensive DSLR remained trained on Wen Yan, unwilling to miss even a second, until Wen Yan’s figure disappeared into the crowd. Only then did Panda lower the heavy camera.

“What’s up, Panda? Who were you shooting just now?” a friend beside her asked.

Panda pulled up the photos she’d taken each one stunningly beautiful, treasures worth carefully editing and preserving.

“My new obsession.”

“Huh?”

Her friend was baffled, three question marks practically floating above her head, but she was used to Panda’s frequent shifts in interest and casually asked, “Who’s the new obsession?”

“Wen Yan.”

That evening, Panda logged into her main Weibo account and eagerly posted an update.

StrengthToLiftCauldronsPandaV: Announcing my new obsession. From now on, call her Beauty Sister @WenYanNoMoreArt
[Image] x18, location: Milan Crown International Hotel.

Even a nine-grid collage couldn’t satisfy Panda’s urge to show off. She posted a full eighteen photos, making full use of her Weibo annual membership privileges.

Wen Yan’s looks were flawless, and her makeup that day was impeccable. The photos needed almost no editing just a slight brightness adjustment. The angles varied: some captured her striding forward with her hands in her coat pockets, exuding a runway model’s powerful aura; others highlighted the elegant contours of her profile, with her deep, mesmerizing eye sockets standing out particularly.

The beauty, refined as jade, was truly a visual feast.

Comments and likes skyrocketed. If this were a stock market trend, investors would be weeping with joy.

Dada’sLittleOne: Extra, extra! Panda has jumped ship again and again!
NationalNoobChamp: Holy crap, is that Wen Yan? She’s this gorgeous?

The House of Face Appreciation: Oh my god, I’m in love! Panda Sis, I’m downloading and saving all eighteen of these photos. I’m going to use them as wallpapers to admire that face every day!

Chief Doctor at the Mental Hospital: Wen Yan also went to the Milan fashion show? Wow, she really is a rich, beautiful, and talented white-rich-beauty, isn’t she? With her family background, looks, and talent, I’m totally smitten! Can’t wait for Beauty Sis’s big-screen debut in “Rivalry”!

As comments surged, the topic’s popularity skyrocketed. Countless gossip and marketing accounts reposted or published related content, all with the same theme online-bullied celebrity Wen Yan spotted in Milan, the white-rich-beauty suspected of attending a fashion show to unwind.

Not only were they riding the trend, but to be honest, they weren’t particularly kind to Wen Yan either.

However, this widespread dissemination pushed Wen Yan’s name back onto the hot search list. Two hashtags, #WenYan Milan Fashion Show and #WenYan Panda Sis’s Crush, suddenly appeared in the top ten trending topics.

Qin Xia, Wen Yan’s assistant working overtime back in China, rolled her eyes when she saw the screenshots sent by her team.

Although Miss Wen Yan’s tendency to trend wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, she couldn’t help feeling.

So annoyed.

Gu Lin soon learned about this from Qin Xia, but she didn’t have much of a reaction. The photos only showed Wen Yan alone, making it clear that this “Panda Sis” was both adoring and protective of her.

Moreover, Gu Lin licked her slightly dry lips and saved each of the photos one by one.

They were really well taken Wen Yan had a natural flair for the camera.

“You seem to have gained quite the impressive fan girl,” Gu Lin teased her with a laugh.

A fan account with millions of followers could wield terrifying influence and rallying power.

It looked like the box office for “Rivalry” was guaranteed.

Wen Yan stared at her phone, scrutinizing the post over and over, then looked up with a slight furrow in her willow-leaf brows and a serious expression.

She didn’t seem as happy as one might expect.

Gu Lin asked, “What’s wrong?”

Wen Yan asked earnestly, “What does ‘crush’ mean here?”

Gu Lin: …

I want to laugh so badly, so badly, so badly but I have to hold it in.

How can she be this adorable?

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