The Stand-In Alpha Goes Viral on a Dating Show - Chapter 58

Thankfully, there was no one around on this floor. Otherwise, with An Ran acting so strangely, Chi Wan really wouldn’t have known how to explain.

“I feel awful… I want to take my clothes off…”

Leaning weakly against Chi Wan’s shoulder, An Ran whimpered, “Why won’t you let me? Haven’t you always been coveting my body?”

Suddenly, she slapped Chi Wan’s hand—not hard, but with an edge of agitation.

Just then, a guest happened to step out of a nearby room. Hearing An Ran’s words, he instantly spat out a mouthful of water, then looked at Chi Wan with awkward amusement.

“Your girlfriend’s really unsatisfied, huh? If you don’t take care of her properly, be careful…” He made a crude gesture, legs spread wide.

Chi Wan froze for a moment, then quickly caught on. “She’s not normally like this. She’s just had too much to drink.”

“Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong,” the guest chuckled. “If she’s drunk, her needs are even more real. Haven’t you heard the saying? Drunken words are sober thoughts.”

He gave An Ran a wobbly glance—his face was blurred from how much he swayed, clearly drunk himself. “You’d better get her inside quickly. I won’t disturb you two. Otherwise, your girlfriend will hate me to death.”

Snickering, he scurried off.

Chi Wan could only watch the man’s lewd expressions with a dark cloud over her head.

“Why aren’t we there yet?!” An Ran’s voice had turned teary. “Tell me! Do you not like me anymore? Is that why you’re not the least bit anxious?”

“I…” Chi Wan started to explain—but the man’s parting words—If you delay any longer, she’ll hate you to death—suddenly echoed in her mind. Her heart tightened. She changed her tone. “We’re almost there. Just count to ten and we’ll be inside.”

“Really?” An Ran’s unfocused eyes blinked suspiciously, then she began counting clumsily to herself.

Chi Wan didn’t waste another second. She hooked an arm under An Ran’s knees, half-stumbling into the room, and all but tossed her onto the bed.

The abrupt lift and sudden fall made An Ran yelp. She bounced a few times on the mattress before sinking into the soft bedding, dizzy and dazed for a while.

Chi Wan, meanwhile, hurriedly searched the room. Sure enough, there was an inhibitor kit near the minibar—though it required payment, and it wasn’t cheap. Without hesitation, she scanned the code and paid.

When she finally held the suppressant in her hand, she let out a long breath of relief.

But first, she had to confirm whether An Ran was experiencing a true heat or a false one.

She turned toward the bed—only for her eyes to widen at the sight before her.

Unable to bear the fever burning inside, An Ran had begun fumbling at her clothes. Since she’d been wearing a dress, it was all too easy to remove.

As the skirt slid down her thighs, Chi Wan’s breath caught—because the underwear revealed beneath wasn’t just any underwear.

It was the pair. The mission-specified one.

Could this be what they call “finding it without even trying”?

She had rushed out of An Ran’s apartment earlier without even grabbing her bag of clothes, thinking she’d failed the mission. Yet here it was, landing right in front of her eyes. What a twist of fate.

Chi Wan’s heart pounded wildly. At the moment, An Ran had her back to her. If she didn’t stop her, she’d soon be completely bare.

Which, to be fair, she probably should be—her body was burning up, drenched with sweat, soaking through all her undergarments.

Better she take them off herself than be stripped by someone else.

Chi Wan tried to keep her gaze steady, fixing it on the nape of An Ran’s neck—on the gland that marked her as an Omega. But her peripheral vision betrayed her, catching glimpses of delicate straps and the enticing curves of her waist.

She cursed herself under her breath, shut her eyes tight, and only reopened them once she’d calmed her racing pulse.

By then, An Ran had stripped herself completely bare. Her clothes lay scattered across the bed. Chi Wan’s throat bobbed, and she surged forward, half-blindly wrapping the snowy quilt around her.

An Ran squirmed, trying to fight free, but Chi Wan pinned her down firmly.

“Be good. Don’t move. Let me check.”

She tugged the quilt aside at the back of An Ran’s neck. The sight of the gland made her tense—red, swollen, hot to the touch.

It looked very much like a true heat.

As Chi Wan contemplated, An Ran suddenly lifted her leg, toppling her onto the mattress. Chi Wan could only stare as An Ran shook free, flung aside the quilt, then pouted and burrowed straight into her arms.

The motions were so instinctive, so unthinking—they carried the raw weight of attachment.

“Ah!” Chi Wan yelped as An Ran’s teeth sank into her collarbone.

“Hey, that’s not a rib, you know.”

The sharp sting faded quickly into helpless amusement. Was this girl half-asleep and imagining she was gnawing on spare ribs?

“Mmm…” After biting, An Ran licked softly at the spot, breathing through her nose in satisfied little hums.

Chi Wan was about to pinch her nose in retaliation when her eyes flicked downward. From this angle, she could tell for certain whether it was true heat or false…

But that meant looking there.

Her face burned instantly. She and An Ran weren’t at that stage yet.

Maybe she should just forget diagnosing and use the suppressant directly.

In her arms, An Ran slowly trailed her mouth down from collarbone to chest. Alarmed, Chi Wan grabbed her chin. She wasn’t about to let delicate spots get bitten next.

“So hot…” An Ran shot her a languid glare, mumbling her dissatisfaction.

“Even if you’re hot, biting me isn’t the way to cope.”

Chi Wan gave her a light smack. An Ran’s neck trembled, her eyes rimmed red as she looked up pitifully. Even the tip of her nose flushed pink—adorable in her misery.

“You… you hit me…”

Her cheeks puffed, lips wobbling, she looked utterly wronged.

“Did it really hurt? That can’t be.”

Chi Wan hadn’t even used force. Laughing despite herself, she pinched An Ran’s soft cheek. “Why are you so delicate?”

“Hmph! I… I want…”

Before she could finish, she lunged forward, knocking Chi Wan over. The two rolled across the bed until Chi Wan was nearly dizzy.

“You don’t seem as feverish as before, do you?”

Chi Wan had been ready to administer the suppressant, but seeing An Ran grow more alert, she began to wonder.

Perhaps a cool bath would help. If she still burned afterward, then she’d use the suppressant.

Decision made, Chi Wan scooped her up. But halfway to the bathroom, she faltered at the thought of An Ran’s current state. Blushing furiously, she grabbed her discarded dress and draped it over her.

When An Ran wasn’t looking, she also slipped the familiar underwear into her pocket and submitted the mission report to the system.

An Ran felt something draped over her body and immediately tried to shake it off. But Chi Wan held it firm. In the struggle, her fingers brushed against Chi Wan’s pocket, feeling a small lump.

“What’s this?”

“What’s what?” Chi Wan froze. When she glanced down, her heart gave a heavy thump.

“Feels kind of familiar…”

An Ran had already hooked the edge of fabric, tugging it partway out. The pattern was unmistakable. She frowned in suspicion.

“Familiar? What are you talking about?”

Snatching it back with lightning reflexes, Chi Wan stuffed it deep into her pocket. “It’s just a handkerchief.”

“But it really looks familiar…”

An Ran instinctively tried to recall. Fearing she’d actually succeed, Chi Wan leaned down and sealed her lips with a kiss, scattering her thoughts entirely.

“Mmph…” The instant their lips met, An Ran’s whole body went soft. She’d always melted under kisses, but never quite like this—she was pliant as water.

Clinging weakly to Chi Wan’s shoulders, her trembling fingers didn’t know whether to push away or hold tighter.

At last, her strength gave out, and she slid into the bathtub just as it filled halfway. Water splashed everywhere, soaking even Chi Wan.

“Be good. Take a bath first—let’s see if you’re still hot after.”

Chi Wan kept her gaze steady and her mind clear, focusing solely on helping An Ran bathe. She worked carefully—lathering shampoo, washing with body soap, rinsing away the lingering foam until the skin beneath gleamed clean. At last, she said softly, “Soak a while longer by yourself.”

With that, she stepped out of the bathroom, though her ears remained tuned to every faint sound from within.

The thought of the livestream made her temples throb. She couldn’t just vanish forever. No matter what, she had to show her face and say something.

After some hesitation, Chi Wan logged into her livestream account and began scrolling through the comments:

—Why hasn’t Chi Wan gone live yet? Did she disappear or something?

—I’m worried. She has never been out of touch for this long before.

—I heard she’s still in school. Apparently, she’s being chased around campus every day.

—Chased around? Do you mean what I think you mean? Doesn’t the school security do anything?

—I also heard she has been alone lately—not with a certain someone.

That “certain someone” needed no explanation. Everyone instantly understood it referred to An Ran.

So… were they really just an online CP? A fake couple all along?

Discussions about whether their pairing was fabricated exploded across the internet.

Chi Wan bit her lip. Letting rumors fester like this was no solution. Even if she didn’t officially stream, she still had to show up and say a few words to address things head-on.

Just then, she noticed an unread WeChat message—from the security guard.

“My friend will send you the photos. Add her.”

Chi Wan read the line under her breath. When she clicked open, sure enough, a friend request was waiting. For some reason, she instinctively didn’t want to add it.

Was she being paranoid? After wavering a moment, she finally accepted.

She hadn’t planned to pay further attention—after all, the request had been sent over an hour ago. But unexpectedly, the other party responded immediately.

A photo arrived: the empty street outside her building.

Then a message followed: There’s no one downstairs anymore. Are you coming back?

Chi Wan’s fingertips hovered before typing: Not coming back. I’m busy outside.

But another message came at once: Busy with what?

This was already crossing a line. They were strangers who had just added each other—why did it feel so intrusive?

Chi Wan read the message twice, then chose not to reply.

Mo Wei, however, was about ready to explode. She’d waited all this time for Chi Wan to accept her friend request, only for Chi Wan to refuse to come home! Did that mean she’d wasted hours here for nothing?

“Miss, shall we keep waiting?” the bodyguard asked cautiously.

“No. I’m starving. We’re going home!” Mo Wei muttered.

“Yes, ma’am,” the guard replied.

Moments later, a luxury car worth millions rolled away in silence.

Meanwhile, the man who had rented the apartment to An Ran was growing suspicious. At first, he thought An Ran and her classmate had simply gone out for food—after all, her bag was still in the room. But so much time had passed, and they hadn’t returned.

He had indeed burned some questionable incense, intending to drug An Ran, capture indecent photos, and then blackmail her into renting long-term. He’d even hoped to use it as lurid promotion to attract tenants and raise rent.

But An Ran had slipped away without a trace!

Had she discovered his plan? Or had she simply gone out by coincidence?

The man wavered, debating whether to wait a little longer. Maybe she would return.

Of course, Chi Wan knew none of this. She was busy setting up her phone, adjusting the lighting, preparing to go live.

Before starting, she checked the bathroom once more. An Ran’s breathing was steady, her face relaxed, the feverish flush mostly faded—much better than before.

So it really had been pseudo-heat.

Chi Wan finally felt some relief. She sat down, turned on the camera, and entered the livestream.

The fans who had been squatting in the room immediately noticed—the “missing person” had finally returned. They spread the word like wildfire.

In the luxury car, Mo Wei also saw the stream. The moment she recognized the hotel background, she arched a brow. So Chi Wan is staying at a hotel.

She instantly called her secretary: “Find out which hotel it is.”

The secretary kept a calm face but felt a deep headache. There were thousands of hotels in the city. Trying to identify one from a nondescript wall color was like finding a needle in the ocean.

Still, as a proper secretary, saying no to the boss was out of the question.

She forced a smile. “I’ll look into it right away and get back to you.”

“Hello, everyone. I’m Chi Wan.”

It was her first official livestream, and she was a little nervous. She waved at the camera, searching for what to say next—only to be overwhelmed by a flood of flashy gift effects that almost covered her whole face.

“Uh…” Chi Wan let out a startled sound before quickly reading names and thanking people for their generosity.

In the midst of all the effects, she didn’t notice the bathroom door quietly shift open. A pale, delicate foot, damp with water vapor, stepped out.

The newcomer wore a bathrobe, barefoot, her steps light on the wooden floorboards.

She walked up behind Chi Wan and stood silently for a few seconds. Only when the barrage of gift effects abruptly ended did Chi Wan sense something and turn her head.

“You… why did you come out?”

Chi Wan’s voice carried surprise—and the comment section exploded.

—So this is why she’s streaming from a hotel. Secret rendezvous with a little fairy!

—Fresh out of the shower too. Looks like things got heated!

—Chi Wan’s clothes are wet with droplets—I thought she spilled water, but now… heh, I get it.

—So the WanAn CP was fake after all?

—I. Just. Want. To. Know. Who. She. Is!

The top gifter, the so-called “local tyrant,” typed this last line, each word dripping with rage.

Mo Wei, watching, nearly lost her mind. Chi Wan hadn’t gone home but had gone to a hotel—with someone else. She too had noticed the water on Chi Wan’s clothes but assumed it was from a cup. Now the truth was obvious.

Hadn’t Chi Wan resisted all her money and temptation before? She’d thought Chi Wan was faithful and steadfast, but was she really this casual?

Her fury boiled over—until she finally saw the girl in the bathrobe bend down, letting Chi Wan gently towel her damp hair. The camera caught her face.

Mo Wei fell into stunned silence.

“An Ran…” she muttered, her tone thick with complexity.

“Look at you,” Chi Wan said softly, taking the towel from her. “Not even drying your hair. You’ll catch a cold.”

Her lips pouted in mild complaint, but her hands moved with exquisite tenderness, carefully blotting every damp strand.

An Ran let her fuss, eyes half-closed in quiet acceptance.

Even the comment section, rowdy just moments ago, began to calm.

—There’s something so peaceful about this… so beautiful.

—So the WanAn CP is real after all!!!