A No-CP Female Lead is Pregnant with the Uxorilocal Alpha’s Cub - Chapter 1

It was late at night at a private club on the 19th floor of Yinfeng SOHO.

A celebratory banquet for the entertainment industry was in full swing. Amidst the drifting fragrances of expensive perfume and the glimmering shadows of the elite, it felt as though anyone entering would unconsciously lose themselves, never to find their way back.

In a corner of the rowdy private room, the shifting lights cut through the darkness, carving a silent, unremarkable female Alpha into patterns of light and shadow, isolating her from the world.

She sat casually in the booth, legs crossed, propping her chin on one hand as she watched the female Omega surrounded by a crowd in the center of the room. Her expression flickered under the dim lights, making her true emotions impossible to read.

The phone in her pocket vibrated incessantly. She didn’t need to look to know who was messaging her.

Song Ranxue had been in this world for three days.

Before transmigrating, she was the ACE of a hit girl group—an all-around multi-hyphenate artist just one step away from “Top-Tier” status. However, she was murdered by a teammate during a concert. A five-meter-high stage… she had been violently pushed from behind by an unknown teammate. The sound of whistling wind roared in her ears, her soul seemed to leave her body, and when she opened her eyes again, she was in a completely different place.

She had become a background character with the same name in a “No-CP” Power Girl ABO novel.

She thought she could start over; after all, this was a “No-CP” story, and she was just a nameless extra. But the reality was far from simple.

“Zzzz—”

The phone in her pocket continued to vibrate, becoming an irritant. Song Ranxue withdrew her gaze and pulled out the device. As expected, it was a flood of social media notifications—an endless stream of abuse directed at the original owner of this body, each comment more jarring than the last.

— Song Ranxue, get out of the entertainment industry!

— Song Ranxue, stop clouting-chasing!

— If you’re so good at acting pitiful, Song Ranxue, then have the guts to come out and apologize to Ya-Ya!

— Lip-syncing btch, die!*

Yes, the original owner of this body was also extremely unlucky. She had offended another teammate in her group and was backstabbed so hard that she was now being “blacklisted” by the entire internet.

The original Song Ranxue was twenty years old, a student from a poor family. To support her household, she had signed with an agency to become a trainee. After years of hard work, she was finally about to debut, only to be betrayed by the other half of her duo—an Omega named Tang Heya.

That same Tang Heya was currently the center of attention in the room, surrounded by admirers and smiling sweetly, looking every bit the winner of life.

This “cannon fodder” character, who wasn’t much better than the original host, claimed that Song Ranxue had no talent but insisted on marketing herself as a genius. She claimed that most of their debut songs were written by her (Tang), while Song Ranxue tried to take credit. Furthermore, to gain sympathy from fans, Tang Heya “accidentally” leaked that Song Ranxue lied about having a sick mother and sister just to sell a sob story.

These half-truths were the most deceptive. Combined with “leaked” videos and voice clips, the internet almost unanimously supported Tang Heya while completely marginalizing Song Ranxue.

Originally, if the host had just told the truth and provided evidence, she wouldn’t have been hated so much. However, Tang Heya had “incidentally” mentioned in a solo interview that Song Ranxue had already found a “sugar daddy” in the industry, and that Song constantly bullied and excluded her, forcing Tang to clean up the mess after Song’s frequent lip-syncing blunders. One thing led to another until Song Ranxue became public enemy number one.

Clarifying the situation now seemed impossible.

Song Ranxue stared expressionlessly at the vitriol on her screen, her deep amber eyes reflecting the dim light. Sitting around waiting for death was not her style.

As she reached for a glass of warm water on the table, a shadow fell over her. Before she could identify the person, the newcomer spoke: “Ah-Xue, why have you been sitting here all night? Is the party not exciting enough, or do you feel like I’ve stolen your spotlight?”

The female Omega spoke while glancing at the notifications on Song Ranxue’s phone. Seeing the disgusting insults, she acted shocked. “Ah-Xue, how can they say such things about you? Today is the day our new album sales hit the roof. You performed so well on stage—how can they be so cruel?”

Song Ranxue said nothing. She didn’t pick up the water. Instead, she slowly raised her head to look at the woman.

She didn’t need to look twice to know that this exquisitely made-up, “green tea” (manipulative) Omega was the teammate who had backstabbed the original host: Tang Heya. Just looking at her was nauseating.

“Ah-Xue, why aren’t you saying anything? Are you shocked into silence?” Seeing her lack of response, Tang Heya’s tone became increasingly “worried,” acting as though she were terrified something had happened to her teammate.

“Is there any wine?”

Song Ranxue’s expression remained calm, her tone flat and devoid of emotion. It sounded like a casual inquiry.

“What?” Tang Heya didn’t hear her clearly and asked again.

“Is there any wine?” Song Ranxue repeated obligingly.

“Wine?”

“The glass in your hand will do.”

Song Ranxue’s voice was indifferent, giving her an ethereal, misty aura, as if she would dissipate at the slightest touch.

Tang Heya felt a flash of disdain, but for some reason, she felt a prickle of fear. Bewitched by those misty eyes, she found herself handing over her glass of red wine as if under a spell.

Song Ranxue took the glass and stood up gracefully. No one could guess what she was about to do.

The original host was an Alpha. Her rank might not have been high, but she was tall—nearly 1.8 meters. Even without heels, she possessed an air of calm like mountain mist. Standing up, she held far more presence than Tang Heya did in her 8cm heels.

Under Tang Heya’s confused gaze, Song Ranxue slowly raised the glass—and then, in a sudden flash—splashed it directly into Tang Heya’s meticulously painted face!

The scarlet wine dripped down Tang’s sharp chin, staining her equally exquisite snow-white dress.

“Song Ranxue!” Drenched and humiliated, Tang Heya stared at the calm, almost sluggish Alpha in front of her. Her face twisted with rage.

Song Ranxue remained silent. She had never been a woman of many words. Before transmigrating, her fans often said she was like mountain mist—if you didn’t pay attention, she would vanish. The only distinct feature was a small tear mole under her left eyelid.

Though her face seemed calm and unremarkable—the kind that might disappear on a crowded stage—she had a quality that made people remember her. Sometimes, a person doesn’t need long-term exposure; a single, startling glance is enough to leave a permanent mark.

It was this seemingly “average” face that had just caused a scene in this den of debauchery. Every movement in the room stopped as eyes turned toward the duo, filled with shock and curiosity.

“Ah-Xue, why did you splash me? Are you blaming me for neglecting you? Or do you think I’m the one who leaked that dirt online? We’ve been teammates for years—do you really not trust me?” Seeing the crowd watching, Tang Heya reacted instantly, forcing her expression into one of pitiful grievance, shifting the blame entirely onto Song Ranxue.

“Miss Tang, you know exactly why you deserved that wine. As for the lawyer’s letter—stay tuned.”

“Also, I will grant your wish. I’m terminating my contract with this trash agency.”

Song Ranxue was never one to swallow her pride. The original host was a background character with zero descriptions who allowed herself to be bullied. Now that she had taken over, she wouldn’t let herself be pushed around.

These past three days had been her adjustment period—and her time to plan a smoother life for herself in this world.

And this was the beginning of that plan. There were many more “surprises” waiting for Tang Heya.

She stepped toward Tang Heya. Guilty and startled, Tang retreated two steps. Song Ranxue looked at the woman’s distorted face and smiled with genuine pleasure. The smile made Tang Heya’s scalp tingle; it was as if she were meeting this “weak” teammate for the very first time.

Song Ranxue had no intention of staying. She didn’t fit in here. Now that she had performed this satisfying act of “charity,” it was time to leave before Tang Heya could retaliate.

She walked straight toward the exit, her back straight, looking neither left nor right, carrying an air of inviolable dignity.

The dozens of people in the room watched her leave, their eyes wide with shock. No one had expected this low-profile Alpha to have such a backbone. For a moment, no one dared to stop her.

“President Leng, look… we’ve entered the wrong room. The meeting place isn’t here.”

The door had been pushed open at some point. Standing there was a cold, elegant female Omega in a sharp black suit. She had likely witnessed the entire farce. Now back to her senses, she looked unabashedly at the female Alpha walking toward her.

Song Ranxue maintained her indifferent expression, her aura as plain as warm water. Her tear mole flickered in the light. She seemed to look at the group at the door, yet she also seemed to look right through them, intent on leaving.

However, the cold, beautiful Omega at the center of the group stared at her for a long time. Her gaze was so bold that Song Ranxue eventually noticed. Her eyes narrowed as she glanced back, a flash of genuine admiration for the woman’s beauty crossing her mind.

But she didn’t stop. She continued walking, having no intention of provoking anyone else.

— Holy crap! The story’s biggest antagonist is here?! No way, no way!

— This Alpha doesn’t even have a physical description in the book, how do you know she’s the antagonist?

— You don’t need a description, you just need to know the antagonist has a tear mole under her eyelid!

— So, Xing-Xing, go for it! Tame her! Play with her! Then dump her!

Leng Xingxuan looked at the “bullet-chat” comments flying across her vision and felt dizzy. She didn’t usually stare at strangers, but the snow-like flurry of comments forced her to look at Song Ranxue a few more times.

Not to mention, the spoilers told her this female Alpha had a special identity. She had to pay attention.

— Xing-Xing, move! Are you just going to stand there? Go be an Omega and pounce! Don’t waste your ‘Female Lead’ status!

Leng Xingxuan ignored the bold red text. However, her pheromones had a mind of their own. As Song Ranxue was about to brush past her, a strand of her scent leaked out like a hoodlum, chasing after the Alpha and shamelessly wrapping itself around Song Ranxue’s slim, pale wrist.

Instantly, Song Ranxue snapped her head around, her eyes wide with shock as she looked at Leng Xingxuan.

— Oh ho! Is the Big Sister finally revealing her inner beast?! (Excitedly rubbing hands.jpg)

Leng Xingxuan: ???