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

“You…”

Song Ranxue’s gaze landed precisely on the person’s brows and eyes. Unexpectedly, that person panicked even more than she did. The moment their eyes met, they almost immediately turned and fled in the opposite direction without thinking, not even bothering with the other small, slender tube that had fallen to the floor but had not yet shattered.

Song Ranxue frowned slightly and withdrew her gaze. The pheromones drifting through the air… made her extremely uncomfortable. The scent was strong and terribly unpleasant. She could not identify exactly what it was, but the pheromone scent that occasionally reached her nose was actually somewhat similar to the Omega’s scent from last night, fresh like wind blowing over the sea.

It was just that the other woman’s had smelled very good. This one now? If she kept smelling it, she was afraid she might die.

“Bzzzzz—”

She was still thinking about what connection there might be between this awful-smelling pheromone and that Omega’s pheromones when the phone in her pocket rang. She took it out and looked. As expected, it was her dear, wonderful agent calling. Almost without thinking, she hung up.

She scrolled back through her call history. From last night until now, the woman had actually called her more than a dozen times… truly professional… rushing over to scold her.

Not only that, she had also sent plenty of messages. There was no need to read them; they were definitely filthy insults again, and Song Ranxue was too lazy to look. Social media had pushed quite a few trending topics to her as well, all of them accusing her of inexplicably splashing red wine on Tang Heya. Tang Heya, wearing that dress covered in wine stains, had sold misery in front of the cameras, crying so beautifully like pear blossoms in the rain that anyone who saw her would pity her.

As a result, whether they were fans of their group or not, everyone on the entire platform had come to join in and curse at Song Ranxue. It was extremely lively.

Song Ranxue glanced through it casually without reading seriously. She only found the original post Tang Heya had published, then commented beneath it and reposted:

[Ugly behavior. Utterly embarrassing.]

The original owner’s V-Bo did not have many followers. Most of them were zombie accounts and anti-fans, making the sight rather miserable. It would have been fine if she had not reposted and commented, but once she did, fans from all directions chased after her like mad dogs, biting at her. They truly worked hard and professionally.

After reposting and commenting, Song Ranxue ignored it again and set her phone to silent. However, someone else called her phone. This time, the person looking for her was none other than the “victim,” Tang Heya.

Song Ranxue looked at the number flashing across the screen, still without much expression. She directly hung up on her. She was just about to take another route and leave, but after turning and walking a few steps, she stopped. Returning to the original spot, she picked up the small slender tube that had rolled on the floor and contained who knew what, then turned and left again.

This trip went fairly smoothly. She did not run into that Sister Ying or her people. When she finally walked out of the club hotel, the blinding sunlight shone down on her, making it feel like a lifetime had passed, as if last night’s madness with a strange Omega had been nothing more than a dream, leaving traces after it ended.

Tang Heya did not give up. She persistently called her several more times, but Song Ranxue did not answer any of them. Only after getting on the subway did she slowly take out her phone again. Seeing that Tang Heya had stopped calling her and had instead switched to sending messages, she was no longer wearing that pitiful, delicate face she wore on social media. Instead, she had become aggressive and completely unscrupulous.

Tang Heya: [Song Ranxue, answer the phone if you have the guts! You dare do it but don’t dare admit it? I hope your mother’s illness never gets better!]

Song Ranxue stared at the message on her phone for a long time without moving. After resting for a while, she let out a cold laugh. She did not reply. Instead, she found a short video in her phone, a clip of Tang Heya practicing singing. Her voice went so badly off-key that even the tone-deaf would have to admit defeat.

She uploaded it to social media. Without saying anything else, she simply typed four words: The Voice of Heaven. Then she posted it directly.

After the post successfully went out, she switched back to her chat with Tang Heya. Seeing that the other woman had sent several more extremely ugly insults, Song Ranxue did not read them carefully. She only counted how many messages Tang Heya had sent. For every message Tang Heya sent, Song Ranxue posted one piece of Tang Heya’s dark history onto social media, letting her also have a taste of what it felt like to be chased and cursed at.

…

By the end, Tang Heya had sent a total of twenty insulting messages. Song Ranxue took screenshots and saved the chat records while posting Tang Heya’s dark history on social media. Her mood was quite good.

One piece of dark history might be fake, but what about ten? Twenty? And each one had some source that could be found, with no issue in its origin. Any fan with even a little brain would know that the image Tang Heya had marketed for so long, as well as all those things used to smear Song Ranxue, were fake. Song Ranxue was the victim. She was the one Tang Heya had stepped on to climb higher.

She was not at all afraid of Tang Heya’s abuse or retaliation. She would begin her revenge now, clearing away the obstacles to her future career development. No one should even think of stopping her from developing her career and returning to the peak.

“Sister Ya… Sister Ya… Stop sending messages to Song Ranxue…”

Inside Tang Heya’s room, Tang Heya sat cross-legged on the sofa, still continuously sending messages to Song Ranxue. Song Ranxue had not replied to a single one, making Tang Heya increasingly irritated. She wished she could rush in front of Song Ranxue and tear apart that face of hers that was always pretending to be calm.

However, just as she was furiously typing, her assistant suddenly reminded her from beside her. Her fingers still did not stop moving, and her tone remained vile. “What is it? Am I not even allowed to curse her?”

“No… Song Ranxue posted a lot of bad videos about you on V-Bo… Quite a few passersby are reposting them now, and some of your rivals are reposting too. The repost count is already almost ten thousand…” Her assistant knew Tang Heya had a bad temper, and even saying this sentence left her trembling with fear, terrified that Tang Heya would scold her.

“What?! She dares?” Tang Heya had never expected Song Ranxue to be this bold. Usually, she never made a sound, so why did she dare challenge her like this now?

She immediately stopped sending messages and opened the posts and videos Song Ranxue had uploaded. Every single one was shocking to look at, making her heart pound with fear and making her feel even more guilty.

“How dare she, Song Ranxue…” Tang Heya was extremely furious and wanted nothing more than to call Song Ranxue and curse her out. But at the critical moment, she still calmed down and asked her assistant, “Where’s Sister Qian? Where is she? Didn’t she contact Song Ranxue?”

“She probably did, but Song Ranxue ignored her,” the assistant answered cautiously.

Tang Heya was already so angry she could die. She called Song Ranxue again. This time, Song Ranxue actually picked up. Her voice was lazy too. “Hello? Miss Tang.”

Tang Heya felt her anger rise just hearing her tone. “Song Ranxue, what exactly are you trying to do?”

“Actually, it’s nothing much. I only did to you what you did to me once. Is there anything wrong with that?” Song Ranxue’s tone even sounded very puzzled, which made the listener even angrier.

“You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” Tang Heya said almost through gritted teeth.

“Miss Tang, you’re really quite funny. Are only officials allowed to set fires while commoners can’t even light lamps? There’s no such logic. I know exactly what you did to me and what setbacks you made me suffer. I’m still sad inside right now. Even wanting to terminate my contract is difficult, and I might even have to pay your people an astronomical termination fee. A bottom-tier trainee like me really can’t afford that.”

“If you want to terminate your contract, coming to me is useless. You should be negotiating with Sister Qian.”

“Who doesn’t know that Sister Qian helps you, not me? She has always only picked at my faults. It’s not like you don’t know that.”

“So what do you want me to do?” The more Tang Heya spoke, the more stifled she felt. But she also knew that if she did not agree to Song Ranxue’s conditions this time, Song Ranxue would have plenty of follow-up moves waiting for her. She had truly underestimated her before.

“Nothing much. First, I want to terminate my contract unconditionally. All the songs I previously created for the company must be returned to me, and I will have the final say over the rights to my own works. Second, please personally write me an apology letter, explaining what you did to me, what dirty water you threw on me, why you treated me this way, and how you will correct yourself in the future… Once it’s written, let me review it first. Only after I confirm there are no issues will you post it, clearing away the dirty water you splashed on me.”

“I want to walk out of the company honorably and with a clean name. Otherwise, don’t even think about debuting smoothly.”

“You…”

“Miss Tang, I haven’t finished speaking yet. Please trouble yourself to listen until I’m done before talking.” Song Ranxue’s tone was still careless, but it made people’s teeth itch just listening to it. She continued, “Just now, you insulted my family on VChat. Please apologize to my family as well. Otherwise…”

“Song Ranxue, you’re simply going too far!” By the time Tang Heya heard the end, she could no longer endure it. The conditions mentioned before were already ridiculous enough. She had not expected this final demand to be even more intolerable. It was truly hateful.

“This is already too far?” Song Ranxue was delighted listening to her flustered, furious voice. “My demands are only those few points above. Not many. Your memory isn’t very good, so please trouble yourself to use your chicken-scratch handwriting to write down the points I just mentioned, in case you forget and make me repeat them again. I’m very busy. I don’t have time to repeat myself that many times.”

“Also, before this matter has a result, don’t harass me again, and don’t beg me to delete the dark-history posts I made on V-Bo. I won’t accept it.”

After Song Ranxue finished speaking, she no longer wanted to say anything more to her and directly hung up. The subway also happened to announce that she had arrived at her stop.

She put away her phone and exited the station, her mood especially good. How could she not feel good after venting anger for both the original owner and herself, and with her soon about to leap out of the fire pit?

She went to a fruit shop and bought a few apples to take home. When she scanned the code to pay, she discovered that the original owner really was penniless. She only had 68.91 yuan left on her entire person, not even a hundred yuan.

It seemed she had to quickly find a job. Otherwise… she would not even be able to afford food.

Carrying the fruit after paying, she started walking home. Her steps were light and rather relaxed, as if she had already tossed last night’s “romantic encounter” to the back of her mind.

Suddenly, a message came in. Song Ranxue lowered her head to look. This time, it was not Tang Heya coming to her door for more abuse, but a familiar senior from the university the original owner attended: [Ah-Xue, didn’t you ask me a little while ago to help you keep an eye out for work? There’s a magazine shoot looking for a model right now. I think your conditions are all very suitable. Do you want to give it a try?]

Song Ranxue immediately replied in pleasant surprise: [Senior Lin, I need it!]

This senior was named Lin Yurou, and she also replied very quickly: [Then great. The time is the day after tomorrow, and the location is set for the sixteenth floor of Xingkong SOHO. Remember to come on time~]

Song Ranxue: [Okay, thank you, Senior!]

After replying to the message, even her steps became much more cheerful. It was just that when SOHO or something like that was mentioned, she still could not help thinking of the Omega who had nearly shared a spring night with her last night. That fresh ocean-like pheromone scent seemed to hover faintly at the tip of her nose again.

However, what Song Ranxue thought in her heart was… she had better never encounter that Omega again. She was very likely someone Song Ranxue could not afford to provoke.

What she did not know was that not long after she left, Leng Xingxuan’s special assistant also arrived at her side. After handling a whole series of matters, the special assistant still could not help asking her, “President Xuan, the plan the day after tomorrow… to choose a wife who will marry into your family at Xingkong SOHO… will it still proceed on time?”

Leng Xingxuan leaned back on the sofa with her eyes closed, resting. She had already changed into a suit and still looked capable and efficient, yet her posture seemed alluringly lazy. She did not open her eyes, only said, “Of course. Proceed according to the original plan.”

—??? OMG, is this the rhythm of putting a green hat on the villain…?