Why Did the Top Alpha Suddenly Stop Acting Out? - Chapter 15

Aunt Sun’s eyes rolled around as she said with a straight face, “Keke, you know what? Your little sister told me she really likes Yi Qian and asked me to get an autograph for her. Such a simple request, do you think Grandma wouldn’t help her out?”

Song Kechi frowned in confusion, racking her brain but failing to recall when she had gained a sister. “Which sister are you talking about?”

Aunt Sun remained serious. “The one your uncle’s wife is expecting. You’re so young, how come your memory is worse than mine, an old lady?”

Song Kechi sighed helplessly, rubbing her forehead. “Grandma, Auntie is only two months pregnant. You really are… as unreliable as ever.”

“Ah? Did I get the timing wrong?” Aunt Sun muttered to herself.

“So?” Song Kechi curved her lips into a smile, looking at her grandmother.

Aunt Sun chuckled awkwardly, casting a meaningful glance at Yi Qian before slowly saying, “Fine, I’ll be honest. Actually, I saw this girl Yi Qian online so young yet already notorious for being promiscuous and emotionally reckless. I thought if I worked as her housekeeper, I might get a chance to lecture her, help her turn over a new leaf, and find redemption.”

The moment these words fell, the air froze as if a cold wind had swept through the group.

Everyone’s gaze involuntarily shifted to Yi Qian.

Yi Qian glanced at Ye Shuyi before turning to the innocent-looking Aunt Sun beside her. It took her a moment to find her voice. “Auntie… are you serious?”

Just as Aunt Sun was about to speak, her granddaughter clamped a hand over her mouth. Song Kechi laughed awkwardly. “Uh… don’t take it seriously, okay? My grandma has always loved spouting nonsense it’s second nature to her by now.” As she spoke, she tugged her grandmother toward the motorcycle and took the helmet from Ye Shuyi’s hands to put it on her. “You guys carry on. I’ll take Grandma home now.”

Aunt Sun obediently climbed onto the back of the motorcycle. Glancing at the white Maserati not far away, she suddenly seemed to have an epiphany, her eyes lighting up as she grabbed Ye Shuyi’s hand. “Ye girl, is that your car?”

Ye Shuyi looked at her car and nodded. “Yeah, why?”

“I knew it looked familiar! So it really is yours.” Aunt Sun shot a glance at Yi Qian and grinned. “Let me tell you, Miss Yi treasures that car so much. She said I might be a bit rusty at driving, so she let me take hers while she drove yours. At first, I thought it was a new car she’d bought, she even parked it next to her favorite one. Tsk, turns out it’s yours. So, Ye girl, you’re Miss Yi’s manager, right?”

Ye Shuyi nodded silently in confirmation.

Song Kechi interjected, “Alright, Grandma, stop talking. Hold on tight, we’re leaving.”

Aunt Sun wrapped one arm around her granddaughter’s waist and waved at Ye Shuyi with the other. “Ye girl, you two should get along well, okay?”

As the roar of the motorcycle engine faded into the distance, the atmosphere on set grew eerily silent. The crew members, who had been stealing glances earlier, now focused intently on their tasks.

Ye Shuyi looked at Yi Qian, just about to speak when the other woman abruptly shoved the car keys into her hand and walked past her without a single change in expression.

That same night, their names appeared together on the hot search list for the second time, #Yi Qian Gives Manager Ye Shuyi the Cold Shoulder on Set#

[Yes! More of these hot searches, please! Let the gorgeous Ye Shuyi leave that scumbag Alpha and shine on her own!!]

[Hey, don’t make it sound like they were ever actually together, okay? It’s all just fans’ imagination, don’t get too deep into your own delusions.]

[In that case, we’ll just start making up rumors then!]

The “Yi Ye Shippers” wasted no time. They began editing the leaked footage with sweet, pink bubble filters and adding romantic background music, transforming the originally tense and bitter atmosphere into something dreamy and picturesque like a scene straight out of an idol drama.

Fang Xin watched one pink-filtered edit after another and forwarded them all to Yi Qian: [These edits actually look pretty convincing. Honestly, Yi Qian, what were you thinking when you walked past her? Tell me so I can reinforce all these pink bubbles in my head right now.]

Yi Qian opened each video one by one, her expression shifting from initial amusement to gradual stiffness like someone living in a beautiful dream. The more she watched, the more flaws she noticed, until all those tiny cracks merged into one gaping hole. The moment light poured in, it was time to wake up, and then she’d realize everything was fake. The more beautiful the dream, the harsher the reality.

Staring at Fang Xin’s last message, she slowly typed out a reply: [Sorry to burst your pink bubble fantasy, but all I was thinking was, how do I act like I truly don’t care?]

The moment she sent it, the chat displayed “Fang Xin is typing…”

She waited, but no new message came through, even as the “typing” notification lingered.

Yi Qian expected Fang Xin to respond as usual either with a long paragraph of comforting words or some terrible jokes to lighten the mood. But what she didn’t anticipate was this single line:

[Qianqian, have you ever thought about why your acting feels so natural, why you effortlessly embody every role you play? So why is it that in front of her… you have to think about how to act?]

The answer was obvious. Fang Xin could see it, and Yi Qian knew it too. But perhaps, in Ye Shuyi’s eyes, even the clumsiest performance was a masterpiece because the facade she presented was exactly what the other woman wanted to see beneath the surface.

Yi Qian lay on her side on the spacious bed, her empty gaze fixed on her reflection in the vanity mirror. The tangled thoughts in her mind seemed to weave into tangible threads, wrapping around her body, pulling her tighter and tighter into a curled-up ball.

“A-Qian, answer the call. Your favorite and the one who loves you most, Ye Shuyi misses you, pick up the phone… A-Qian, answer the call.Your favorite and the one who loves you most, Ye Shuyi misses you, pick up the phone…”

The customized ringtone of someone’s call played on loop in her ears. Yi Qian instinctively wanted to answer immediately, but after a moment’s hesitation, her outstretched hand paused mid-air before dropping back onto the bed like a dead weight.

The ringing continued as Yi Qian slowly closed her eyes. A crystal tear slid down her cheek, leaving a mottled stain on the gray sheets much like their relationship that had become equally stained and tattered.

Perhaps she shouldn’t have pestered Ye Shuyi to record that voice message for her ringtone that day. Then maybe she wouldn’t have been trapped in this relationship like she was under some kind of spell.

“Don’t be mad, I didn’t mean to miss your call on purpose.” Yi Qian stood before Ye Shuyi, slightly bending her knees to look up at the woman who kept avoiding her gaze. Her peach-blossom eyes brimmed with apology as she persistently followed the other’s turned head with small, delicate steps, patiently coaxing in a soft voice, “Baby, please don’t be angry? If you make yourself sick, I’ll be the one who’s heartbroken. Don’t you feel bad for me?”

“Are you doing tongue twisters with me now? Go away.” Ye Shuyi pretended to glare at her, voice icy. “I don’t want to see you right now.”

Yi Qian slowly moved closer until their breaths mingled. “If I go away, will you stop being angry then?”

Their eyes locked for a moment before Ye Shuyi looked away first. Her gaze inadvertently fell on Yi Qian’s slightly parted lips. The other girl pursed them briefly before running her tongue across them like the serpent tempting Eve, luring her to taste those cherry-red lips.

Yi Qian watched Ye Shuyi’s face closely, noticing the subtle bob of her throat. Feeling victorious, she tilted her chin up to close the distance between them. Unexpectedly, instead of retreating as usual, Ye Shuyi began inching forward too. Their lips brushed faintly, teasingly each time Yi Qian thought they would finally meet, the other would pull back just slightly, keeping her guessing.

After being teased one too many times, Yi Qian finally snapped. She wrapped an arm around Ye Shuyi’s waist to pull her in for a kiss, only to be stopped by a single finger pressed against her lips.

Ye Shuyi leaned in to lightly bump their foreheads together. Her lips parted slightly as warm breath ghosted between them, voice dripping with temptation: “You always use this move. Are you really that confident in your charms?”

“With others, I wouldn’t know.” Yi Qian nuzzled her nose, a smirk playing at her lips. “But with you? I know you like it. Like it a lot.”

No sooner had the words left her mouth than Yi Qian pulled Ye Shuyi’s hand away from her lips and finally captured those tempting lips she’d been craving.

Ye Shuyi tried to break free, but the strength difference between an alpha and omega was too great. With one hand, Yi Qian easily pinned both of Ye Shuyi’s wrists behind her back, leaving her no choice but to surrender to the onslaught.

“Mmm!” Ye Shuyi turned her head away with difficulty, words muffled. “A-Qian, that’s enough.”

Yi Qian cradled the back of her head, their foreheads pressed together as she breathed heavily. “Not enough.”

Without waiting for a response, she claimed those cotton-candy soft lips again like a beast in rut, insatiable. The faint scent of first snow, distinctive of an alpha’s pheromones, began permeating the air between them.

After what felt like an eternity, Ye Shuyi gently bit the other’s lip, then pulled back slightly, her voice soft and coquettish: “Enough, if you keep kissing me, your wife might die from lack of oxygen.”

Yi Qian buried her face in the crook of Ye Shuyi’s neck, nuzzling like a puppy, her voice hoarse: “What did you say? Who are you?”

The warm breath teasing the gland on her neck gradually ignited a tingling heat. The tea plum blossom scent of omega pheromones was drawn out, colliding and blending with the scent of first snow in the air. Ye Shuyi felt as if she were being scorched by flames, squirming uncomfortably to avoid Yi Qian’s advances, her voice damp with desire: “Didn’t you hear me clearly?”

She had intended to act cute to make the other stop, but it seemed to backfire, Yi Qian’s aggression had clearly intensified.

“Heard you,” Yi Qian released her restrained hands and lightly pinched her waist, acting shameless, “But I want to hear it again.”

Seeing her purse her lips stubbornly, Yi Qian began pecking kisses like a chick pecking at rice while threatening: “Hmm? Going to say it or not?”

Ye Shuyi weakly pushed against her shoulders with both hands, her deer-like eyes glistening as she looked up pitifully and compromised: “I’ll say it if you calm down.”

Yi Qian obediently stilled, pressing her ear close to the other’s lips as if eager to hear that particular address.

Ye Shuyi took two deep breaths to steady her racing pulse, then whispered almost directly into her ear: “I said…I’m your wife~”

She intended to immediately escape the moment the words left her lips, but the sudden intensification of the first snow scent nearby seemed to instantly overwhelm her reason. The deeply hidden desires in her heart broke free at this moment, and she slowly exhaled a warm breath against Yi Qian’s ear.

Feeling the alpha beneath her stiffen instantly, a sliver of reason returned, and she tried to seize the moment to escape the embrace only to be caught and pulled back by Yi Qian who had anticipated this.

Yi Qian leaned close to her ear, voice rough: “Wife~ You started this fire, so you’ll have to put it out. That’s what good girls do.”

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