A No-CP Female Lead is Pregnant with the Uxorilocal Alpha’s Cub - Chapter 6

“You…”

Song Ranxue’s gaze locked precisely onto the person’s eyes. Unexpectedly, the stranger panicked even more than she did. Upon making eye contact, the person turned and bolted in the opposite direction without a second thought, leaving behind a small, unbroken glass vial that had rolled away on the floor.

Song Ranxue frowned slightly and withdrew her gaze. The pheromones lingering in the air were deeply unpleasant—dense and pungent. She couldn’t identify the specific substance, but there were faint notes that reminded her of the Omega from last night; a scent like the fresh breeze over the ocean.

However, while the Omega’s scent was delightful, this version was foul. If she inhaled any more of it, she felt like she might actually pass out.

Vibrate—

Just as she was pondering the link between this stench and the Omega’s pheromones, the phone in her pocket rang. She pulled it out; as expected, it was her “dear” manager. She hung up immediately.

Scrolling through her call history, she saw over a dozen missed calls since last night. Talk about professional dedication—all that effort just to scream at her.

The woman had also sent a barrage of messages. Song didn’t even need to look to know they were full of vitriol, so she didn’t bother opening them. Instead, she checked social media. Her feed was flooded with trending topics accusing her of splashing red wine on Tang Heya for no reason. Tang Heya had been filmed in her wine-stained dress, playing the victim and crying like a pear blossom in the rain, evoking widespread sympathy.

As a result, the entire platform—from group stans to random passersby—had joined the dogpile to curse her out. It was quite a spectacle.

Song Ranxue skimmed through the noise and found Tang Heya’s original post. She left a comment and retweeted it:

[Shameless behavior. What a disgrace.]

The original host’s Weibo account didn’t have many followers, and most were either bots or anti-fans. It was a pathetic sight. Usually, things would be quiet if she stayed silent, but as soon as she retweeted, the various fanbases swarmed her like rabid dogs. Truly, their “dedication” was impressive.

After the retweet, Song Ranxue ignored the notifications and set her phone to silent. But then, another call came through. This time, it was the “victim” herself—Tang Heya.

Song Ranxue stared at the flickering number on the screen with an indifferent expression. She hung up and prepared to leave. However, after walking a few steps, she paused, returned to where the small vial had rolled, picked it up, and then walked away for real.

The rest of her exit was smooth; she didn’t run into anyone from “Sister Ying’s” crew. Stepping out of the club into the piercing sunlight felt like entering another world. The wild encounter with the stranger Omega last night felt like a dream—but a dream that had left its mark.

Tang Heya was persistent, calling several more times. Song ignored them all. It wasn’t until she was on the subway that she leisurely pulled out her phone. Tang Heya had stopped calling and switched to texting. Her tone was no longer the pitiful act seen on social media; it was aggressive and unbridled.

Tang Heya: [Song Ranxue, have the guts to pick up the phone! You’re brave enough to do it but too cowardly to face the music? I hope your mother’s illness never gets better!]

Song Ranxue stared at the message for a long time, her expression unmoving. After a moment, she let out a cold laugh. She didn’t reply. Instead, she searched her phone for a ten-second video clip. It was a recording of Tang Heya practicing; her singing was so off-key it would make a tone-deaf person sound like a pro.

She uploaded it to social media without a caption, save for four words: “The Voice of an Angel.” Then, she hit post.

Once the upload was successful, she switched back to the chat with Tang Heya. Seeing another string of vile insults, Song didn’t bother reading the content. She simply counted them. For every insult Tang sent, Song posted another piece of Tang’s “black history” online, letting the woman taste what it felt like to be hunted and mocked.

By the time Tang Heya had sent twenty abusive messages, Song Ranxue was feeling quite satisfied, taking screenshots of the chat while simultaneously flooding the feed with Tang’s dirty laundry.

One piece of “black history” might be fake, but ten? Twenty? And they all had verifiable sources. Any fan with half a brain could see that Tang Heya’s long-standing “sweet” image was a fabrication and that her claims against Song were lies. Song was the victim; she was the one Tang had stepped on to climb the ladder.

She wasn’t afraid of Tang’s threats. She was starting her revenge now, clearing the obstacles for her future career. No one was going to stop her from reaching the top again.

“Ya-jie… Ya-jie… stop messaging Song Ranxue…”

In Tang Heya’s room, the idol was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, frantically texting. Song’s lack of response was driving her into a frenzy; she wanted to find the girl and tear that calm mask right off her face.

However, as she was typing, her assistant tapped her on the shoulder. Tang’s temper flared. “What? Am I not even allowed to curse her out anymore?”

“No… Song Ranxue posted a bunch of bad videos of you on Weibo… Passersby are sharing them, and so are your rivals. The shares are almost at 10,000…” The assistant, knowing Tang’s volatile temper, spoke with trepidation, fearing a blowout.

“What?! She dares?” Tang Heya hadn’t expected the usually quiet Song Ranxue to be so bold. Since when did she have the nerve to challenge her like this?

She stopped texting and clicked on the videos. Each one was a devastating blow, making her heart sink with guilt and fear.

“Unbelievable… Song Ranxue…” Tang was furious, but in the heat of the moment, she managed to calm down. She asked her assistant, “Where is Sister Qian? Didn’t she find Song Ranxue?”

“She probably tried, but Song Ranxue is ignoring her,” the assistant replied cautiously.

Fuming, Tang Heya called Song Ranxue again. This time, Song actually picked up. Her voice sounded lazy. “Hello? Miss Tang.”

Tang Heya’s rage boiled over at her tone. “Song Ranxue, what on earth do you want?”

“Not much, really. I’m just doing to you what you did to me. Is there something wrong with that?” Song’s voice sounded genuinely puzzled, which was even more infuriating.

“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” Tang hissed through gritted teeth.

“Miss Tang, you’re quite funny. Is it one rule for the elite and another for the commoners? That’s not how the world works. I know exactly what you did to me and what I’ve had to suffer. I’m still quite ‘heartbroken,’ you know? It’s hard for me to terminate my contract, and I might even have to pay a sky-high fee to your people. As an 18th-tier trainee, I really can’t afford that.”

“If you want to terminate, there’s no use talking to me. You should talk to Sister Qian.”

“Everyone knows Sister Qian backs you, not me. She only ever looks for my faults. You know that better than anyone.”

“So, what do you want?” Tang Heya asked, feeling increasingly cornered. She realized that if she didn’t agree to Song’s terms, the girl likely had even more dirt ready to drop. She had truly underestimated her.

“It’s simple. One: I want an unconditional termination of my contract. All the songs I wrote for the company must be returned to me; I am the final authority on my creative works. Two: You will personally write an apology letter to me. State clearly what you did, the lies you spread, why you did it, and how you plan to change… I will review it first, and once I approve, you will post it to clear my name.”

“I intend to leave this company with my head held high and my reputation clean. Otherwise, don’t dream of a smooth debut.”

“You—”

“Miss Tang, I haven’t finished. Please listen until the end.” Song’s tone was still casual, but it made Tang’s skin crawl. “You just insulted my family on WeChat. You will also apologize to them. Otherwise…”

“Song Ranxue, you are pushing it too far!” Tang Heya couldn’t take it anymore. The first few conditions were outrageous enough, but the last one was unbearable.

“We’ve barely even started,” Song Ranxue said, enjoying the sound of Tang’s desperation. “My demands are few. Since your memory isn’t great, why don’t you use your ‘chicken-scratch’ handwriting to take notes so I don’t have to repeat myself? I’m busy. I don’t have time for reruns.”

“Also, don’t bother me until this is resolved. And don’t even think about asking me to delete the videos on Weibo. I won’t.”

Song Ranxue hung up, not wanting to waste another word. Coincidentally, the subway announcement signaled her stop.

She tucked her phone away and stepped out of the station in high spirits. It felt good to vent her frustrations and help the original host, especially since she was about to escape that toxic environment.

She stopped by a fruit shop to buy some apples. When she scanned the QR code to pay, she realized the original host was truly broke. She had exactly 68.91 yuan to her name—not even a hundred.

It looked like she needed to find work fast, or she wouldn’t even be able to afford food.

She headed home with her fruit, her pace light and relaxed, seemingly having pushed the “passionate encounter” from last night to the back of her mind.

Suddenly, a message arrived. It wasn’t Tang Heya looking for more abuse; it was from a senior student at the original host’s university.

Senior Lin: [Ah-Xue, didn’t you ask me to look out for work for you? There’s a magazine shoot looking for a model. I think your look is perfect for it. Do you want to try out?]

Song Ranxue replied instantly, delighted: [Senior Lin, yes please!]

The senior, Lin Yuro, replied quickly: [Great! It’s the day after tomorrow at Xingkong SOHO, 16th floor. Don’t be late!]

Song Ranxue: [Got it, thank you, Senior!]

Her pace became even more cheerful after the reply. However, hearing the name “SOHO” brought back a fleeting memory of the Omega she had almost spent the night with. The scent of that ocean-fresh pheromone seemed to linger at the tip of her nose for a brief second.

But Song Ranxue thought to herself… Let’s hope I never run into that Omega again. She’s likely more trouble than I can handle.

What she didn’t know was that shortly after she had left the hotel, Leng Xingxuan’s special assistant had arrived. After handling a series of matters, the assistant couldn’t help but ask, “President Leng… the plan to select a ‘resident’ Alpha spouse at Xingkong SOHO the day after tomorrow… is it still on schedule?”

Leng Xingxuan leaned back on the sofa, resting with her eyes closed. She had changed into a fresh suit, looking as sharp as ever, yet her posture was languid and graceful. Without opening her eyes, she simply said, “Of course. Proceed as planned.”

— ??? OMG, is this the start of a plan to give the villain a green hat (cheat on her)…?