Why Did the Top Alpha Suddenly Stop Acting Out? - Chapter 13

“You’ve been staring at me while I picked out my food for ages?” Yi Qian stirred her noodles with chopsticks, seemingly unfazed as she remarked coolly, “Class President, you must really have nothing better to do.”

Ye Shuyi’s heart skipped a beat. Watching the other girl already digging into her noodles, she murmured under her breath, as if relieved to have survived a close call, “I really didn’t have much to do back then.”

Outside, the world was blanketed in swirling white snow, while inside, the air was thick with the steam rising from the hot noodles. Ye Shuyi gazed at the quiet figure eating, the corners of her lips lifting slightly as she called out softly, “Yi Qian.”

“Hmm?” Yi Qian didn’t look up, focused on her meal.

“Happy birthday.”

Memory and reality overlapped. On set, Jiang Shiluo held a small cake with a single blue candle, its flickering flame illuminating the joy in her eyes.

Ye Shuyi rested the tablet on her lap, leaning back slowly in her chair as she silently watched the two actresses perform.

Aside from the characters in the story and the cake, everything else—the snow, the setting, the events—was identical to that night when their paths first crossed.

Back then, she had wanted to buy a small cake from the shop next door to celebrate Yi Qian’s birthday. But she only had ten yuan on her, barely enough to pay for that single bowl of noodles. In the end, Yi Qian had insisted on covering the bill herself.

“Cut!” the director called. “Good, that’s a wrap. Take a break and prepare for the next scene.”

Yi Qian immediately glanced toward Ye Shuyi’s seat, only to find the other woman engrossed in the tablet in her hands.

She sighed soundlessly, quietly pulling up a chair to sit beside her. Minutes passed, but the person next to her remained motionless, seemingly oblivious to her presence, lost in her own world.

Ding. Ye Shuyi’s phone, placed nearby, chimed. She picked it up at once, glanced at the screen, then shut off her tablet and stood. She was about to leave without a word but hesitated, turning back to Yi Qian. “I’ll go ahead—”

Before she could finish, a staff member interrupted, approaching with two drinks in hand. She handed one to Yi Qian. “Miss Yi, this is from the director—for everyone.”

Yi Qian accepted the drink, frowning. “You bought iced drinks in this weather?”

The staffer laughed. “Yeah, the director said everyone’s exhausted from working all day, so this’ll help wake them up. Plus, it’s fun to drink something cold in the snow.” She extended the other cup toward Ye Shuyi.

“She—” Yi Qian started, about to rise and intercept the cold drink, but someone beat her to it.

“She can’t have cold drinks right now.” Song Kechi emerged from behind Ye Shuyi, taking the cup with a smile. “But I’ll accept the gesture on her behalf. Thanks.”

The staffer blinked at the sudden appearance of the unfamiliar woman before nodding awkwardly and scurrying off.

Yi Qian, meanwhile, silently settled back into her seat.

Ye Shuyi tilted her head slightly to look at the woman behind her, nodding toward the retreating staffer with a teasing lilt. “You scared her.”

Song Kechi took a sip of the drink, grimacing at the bitterness before resting her chin on Ye Shuyi’s shoulder, her lips curving into a lazy, contented smile. “As long as I didn’t scare my precious Ye, that’s all that matters.”

Yi Qian watched the two of them, the drink cup in her hand gradually twisting out of shape.

Ye Shuyi didn’t notice her mood and continued chatting with Song Chichi. She asked in confusion, “Weren’t you supposed to arrive later? How did you get here so fast?”

Song Chichi slung an arm over her shoulder and took another sip of her drink. This time, she had adjusted a little and wasn’t as bothered by the bitterness. Smiling, she said, “I was already waiting outside when I texted you. When you didn’t come out, I was afraid someone might be holding you up, so I came in to rescue you.” As she spoke, she glanced at Yi Qian, making it clear who she meant by “someone.”

Seeing her look, Yi Qian didn’t get up to leave. Instead, she leaned back lazily in her chair, crossing her legs and folding her arms as she watched them, her expression practically saying, “I’ll just sit here and watch you two perform.”

Ye Shuyi turned to Yi Qian and handed her the car keys, finishing the sentence she had been interrupted on earlier: “I’m heading out first. You didn’t drive today, so take my car back.”

“No need,” Yi Qian replied flatly.

Ye Shuyi raised an eyebrow. “Then how do you plan to get back?”

Yi Qian stretched out her long legs and flashed a fake smile. “With humanity’s most primitive mode of transportation—legs.”

Ye Shuyi nodded thoughtfully but didn’t insist. “Then I’ll go ahead.”

Song Chichi waved her fingers playfully from Ye Shuyi’s shoulder. “Bye-bye.”

Then, arm still around Ye Shuyi, she turned to leave, complaining dramatically, “Ye-baby, how could you offer your beloved car to her? You wouldn’t even let me drive it once before. Ugh, my heart is broken.”

No sooner had she finished speaking than a figure flashed in front of them. Yi Qian stood blocking their path, her face expressionless as she held out a hand to Ye Shuyi.

Suppressing a laugh, Ye Shuyi looked at her and asked knowingly, “What’s wrong?”

Yi Qian hesitated for a moment, her expression slightly awkward. “The car keys.”

Ye Shuyi stepped closer, tilting Yi Qian’s chin up with her fingers to force eye contact. With her other hand, she mimed walking in the air, teasing, “Didn’t my artist say she’d rely on humanity’s most primitive mode of transportation… to walk back?”

Unwilling to back down, Yi Qian grabbed her wrist, her tone slow and deliberately obstinate. “So, are you giving them to me or not?”

Ye Shuyi smirked, pulling Yi Qian’s hand down and placing the keys in her palm. She then curled Yi Qian’s fingers one by one over them and gave the closed fist a light pat. Leaning in, she whispered by her ear, “Take good care of it, okay?”

Yi Qian froze, completely flustered, and didn’t even notice when they left. It wasn’t until a crew member came over to remind her that she snapped out of her daze.

She clenched the keys in her hand, her lips curling into an unconscious smile.

The crew member beside her, seeing her grinning to herself, couldn’t help but ask curiously, “Teacher Yi, you look so happy. Is the coffee that good?”

Yi Qian reined in her smile slightly and nodded. “Yes. Very sweet.”

The crew member scratched her head in confusion. If she remembered correctly, she had bought an iced Americano…?

After finishing today’s filming, Yi Qian drove Ye Shuyi’s car home in an exceptionally good mood. She parked Ye Shuyi’s car in her own garage, right next to her favorite car, and sat inside for quite a while before getting out.

Taking out her phone, she texted Fang Xin as she walked toward the elevator: [Guess how I got home today?]

Fang Xin, who had been idly scrolling through her phone in bed, immediately switched to the message page when she saw Yi Qian’s notification. The moment she read the content, her expression turned disdainful. Even through the screen, she could perfectly imagine the other’s expression—the text couldn’t hide Yi Qian’s smugness and bragging.

Fang Xin: [Probably got a ride from a certain big beauty named Ye Shuyi~]

A smile lingered on Yi Qian’s face: [Wrong guess. Try again.]

Seeing the reply, Fang Xin muttered, “Just as I expected.”

She then sent the message she had already typed out: [Listen, my dear, if you want to flaunt your relationship, you don’t have to beat around the bush. Just say it outright. You know how much I can take.]

Walking into the living room, Yi Qian placed the car keys in the cabinet and flopped onto the sofa.

Seeing Fang Xin’s message, she raised an eyebrow and dropped the act: [I drove Ye Shuyi’s car back. Right now, it’s in my garage, parked next to my favorite car.]

Fang Xin sighed:

[Alright, I know she’s your favorite. You’ve told me a million times.]

[But is driving her car home really that exciting?]

Yi Qian: [Song Kechi said it’s her favorite car. Even when Song Kechi asked to drive it, she refused.]

Fang Xin: [Oh, so that’s it. Seems like you’re a little special to her after all.]

The smile on Yi Qian’s lips slowly faded: [I hope so.]

Fang Xin didn’t pick up on the melancholy in her words and instead poured salt on the wound: [Since you mentioned Song Kechi, that means they went out together, right? Do you know what they were up to?]

Judging by Fang Xin’s smug tone, Yi Qian knew she must have some inside information. She cut straight to the chase: [Stop playing games.]

[Tch.] Fang Xin pursed her lips. [Am I that easy to read? Can’t even trick you once. No fun at all.]

Following that message was a forwarded Weibo video link.

As soon as the video started playing, wave after wave of deafening screams erupted, forcing Yi Qian to lower her phone’s volume from max.

Amid the roaring cheers, Ye Shuyi and Song Kechi appeared from opposite sides of the screen. Ye Shuyi was dressed in a black racing suit, her waist-length wavy hair cascading over her shoulders. With a faint smile, she exuded an icy, restrained allure. She waved at the screaming crowd, instantly igniting an even louder uproar.

Song Kechi, clad in a blue racing suit, had her long hair tied into a low bun—elegant yet effortlessly carefree. She blew a kiss to the audience, eliciting another thunderous wave of screams.

“Chi-Yi CP, no hesitation, conquering you on the racetrack!”

“Chi-Yi CP, no hesitation, conquering you on the racetrack!”

……

The two stood firm on the racetrack as fans chanted their exclusive couple slogan in waves, the sheer volume shaking the mountains and rivers.

On the track, Ye Shuyi stood tall, raising her helmet with a smile to lightly tap it against Song Kechi’s before swinging her long leg over the motorcycle’s tail to mount it.

She put on her helmet and glanced at the camera one last time before lowering the visor—her eyes devoid of emotion yet inexplicably radiating an imposing aura.

At the sound of the whistle, both bikes shot forward like hunting cheetahs, leaving only blurred streaks in the camera’s view.

In the following footage, Yi Qian watched as Ye Shuyi accelerated fiercely on straightaways, executed flawless leans through curves, and navigated consecutive bends with surgical precision—every move defying her previous understanding of the woman.

By the video’s end, Ye Shuyi and Song Kechi crossed the finish line almost simultaneously, their seemingly rehearsed synchronicity igniting deafening cheers from the crowd.

“ChiYi CP never hesitates—no one compares, we only bow to you!”
“ChiYi CP never hesitates—no one compares, we only bow to you!”
……

Watching the pair dismount and bump shoulders on screen, Yi Qian arched an enigmatic brow and murmured under her breath, “Hah. ‘ChiYi CP,’ is it?”

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