The Stand-In Alpha Goes Viral on a Dating Show - Chapter 50

Wearing sunglasses, Chi Wan lounged under a massive parasol, a cold drink and dessert placed by her chair. Her expression was one of utter ease and contentment. An Ran, however, wore a perpetual scowl—because the two of them were sharing a single double sunbed, and there were always clueless people trying to strike up conversation.

“Hey beauty, want to hang out?”

Here we go again! Yet another Omega. An Ran rolled her eyes beneath her shades, unseen by anyone.

“No, not interested.”

At first Chi Wan answered politely, but after a few more interruptions, she simply pulled An Ran into her arms and planted a loud kiss on her forehead.

The tactful ones slunk away in embarrassment. The less tactful kept pestering:

“My skills are top-notch, you know. I can even pay you a hefty sum.”

“I don’t need it. I’m not short of money.”

Hearing this, Chi Wan’s face darkened. Did she really look like she was for sale?

“That only proves your charm,” Mo Wei’s voice drifted over softly as she appeared beside the parasol. “They’re willing to pay just for a night with you.” She paused, then gave a self-deprecating laugh. “Maybe I’m no different from them.”

Even behind her sunglasses, Chi Wan blinked in surprise. She waved her hand dismissively. “It’s not that I’m too charming—it’s that they’re blinded by lust.”

Mo Wei left soon after. But before long, another Omega sashayed over, hips swaying like a water serpent. Without a word, she tossed a room key onto the table. A bright red lipstick kiss marked the card. She winked at Chi Wan and purred, “Whatever you like, I’ve got it.”

“I’m not interested in any of it. Take it back, no thanks.” Chi Wan flicked the card back without even checking if the woman caught it.

An Ran had had enough of the endless swarm of admirers. Tugging Chi Wan by the hand, she pulled her away. If I can’t beat them, I can at least run away!

They ducked into a quiet corner at last, savoring the rare moment of peace.

Only when the program’s activity began did they return. Chu Rou stood in front to announce the rules. The game was a balloon-snatching free-for-all—ten guests in a chaotic melee.

Guests could form teams, and the winner would earn the privilege of ignoring the “heartbeat text messages” and gain priority in choosing a partner.

The announcement made several pairs’ eyes light up—especially those unhappy with their initial matches.

Tang Qian and Gu Lin were determined to pair with Mo Wei.

Ruan Xiao and Qu Huan wanted Mingyu.

Lu Xin, Su Yao, and Mo Wei all set their sights on Chi Wan.

Shi Yi was fixated on An Ran.

And Xia Meng, as always, wanted Lu Xin.

“This balloon battle is going to be brutal,” someone muttered.

“You’ve got to stop others from stealing it and keep your balloon from bursting? That’s impossible!”

Ruan Xiao, initially brimming with confidence, quickly realized the difficulty and frowned.

“You may also choose to forfeit,” Chu Rou said with a smile.

“Director Chu, can we use something sturdier instead?” one guest asked hopefully. “Then we’d only need to worry about people stealing it.”

“No,” Chu Rou replied firmly. “The challenge level stays the same.”

While she spoke, Meng Lan’s camera was fixed on Chi Wan, livestreaming her bikini-clad figure online.

The barrage of comments exploded instantly:

【No matter how many times I look, Chi Wan’s figure is perfection!】

【Slurp, slurp… don’t ask why my keyboard’s soaked with drool!】

【Chi Wan is so gorgeous, I’d give anything for just one night!】

【Stop fantasizing about my wife! I’m the one sleeping in Chi Wan’s bed tonight!】

【How can she be that seductive?!】

The sea breeze lifted Chi Wan’s long hair and tugged at her sheer cover-up, revealing more of her luminous, snow-white skin. Under the sun, she looked like jade carved into flesh.

Casually, she tucked her windswept hair behind her ear—a simple, unstudied movement that nonetheless made viewers’ hearts itch unbearably.

“You have ten minutes to prepare. Teams are allowed,” Chu Rou announced.

As soon as she finished, Chi Wan grabbed a small watermelon and handed it to An Ran.

An Ran tilted her head. “What’s this? You want me to cut it open?”

“Nope. Just pretend it’s the balloon. Let’s practice first. I guard, you attack.”

She grinned. Whether she joined the game didn’t really matter—she and An Ran were already officially together, and barring any accidents, they’d remain partners. But she worried others might seize the chance to split them up.

After all, both of them had rivals… nearly half the guests, in fact. Better safe than sorry.

“Alright,” An Ran nodded, realizing the same thing.

At Chi Wan’s cue, she lunged for the “balloon.”

Chi Wan stepped back, swiftly switching hands, then tucked the watermelon against her arm, dodging An Ran’s grab with practiced ease.

An Ran failed again and again. Frustration sharpened her movements—until she suddenly pounced, arms circling Chi Wan’s shoulders and chest. Softness pressed against softness, and through the thin fabric, both froze for a heartbeat.

But this was still a match.

An Ran recovered quickly, arms sliding around Chi Wan’s waist, fingers stretching toward the crook of her arm.

Chi Wan reacted just as fast. She loosened her grip, let the watermelon drop, and flicked it up with her foot like a soccer ball.

Startled, An Ran reached out—but Chi Wan snatched it up first, lifting it high above her head to keep it safe.

An Ran rose on tiptoe, leaping lightly. Just as her fingertips brushed the rind, Chi Wan twisted, catching it at the bend of her knee.

Her hands free now, she swept behind An Ran, clasping her wrists tight and trapping her firmly in her embrace.

An Ran struggled, the friction of fabric against fabric sparking tingles across her skin.

Unable to break free, she tried a new tactic, kicking back toward Chi Wan’s knee to knock the fruit loose. But Chi Wan was too sly, never giving her the chance.

By the time they stopped, both were flushed and breathless.

And it was clear to them—once the real activity started, physical contact would be unavoidable. Hugging, grappling, pressing close… all inevitable.

The watermelon, caught between their bodies again and again, had warmed with the heat of their skin.

The cameras faithfully captured their private sparring match. The live comments hit a new record:

【Damn it! They’re so serious about the game, and all I can think about is smut!】

【Same! When An Ran pounced and Chi Wan dodged, I wanted to scream: Chi Wan! Are you still a woman? Are you still an Alpha? Just pin her down already!】

【Ugh, the whole thing was so hot… their waists even brushed together, and they tangled for so long!】

【Forget them—I just want that watermelon! It’s soaked in the body heat of two beauties. Bet it even smells like them! Hehehe…】

【Now that you’ve said it, I want it too…】

【Fine, if I can’t have the beauties, at least give me the watermelon!】

Within minutes, the hashtag #TenThousandPeopleBegForWatermelon shot straight to the top of the trending list like a rocket.

By the time the production team realized they could use the watermelon as a fan giveaway and rushed toward Chi Wan and An Ran—

The much-desired fruit had already been sliced with a fruit knife, half of it devoured by the two sweat-drenched girls.

“What? You want watermelon? Sorry, you’re too late.”

“Another round? I guard, you attack? Sorry… no energy left.”

The production crew: “……” Completely dumbfounded.