Accidentally Picked Up a Rich and Amnesiac Alpha (GL) - Chapter 39

After three consecutive days of visits, everyone on the set knew that Movie Queen Song had a life assistant who was an excellent cook and delivered meals on time every day, with a menu that was never repeated.

This time, Yan Qingqi finished delivering the meal and was about to leave when she was stopped by several actors in front of the Land Rover.

“You’re Movie Queen Song’s assistant, right? You deliver meals every day. Do you make the food yourself?”

“Yes, I’m Sister Song’s assistant. I cook the food and bring it here every day. May I ask what the beautiful ladies need?”

The women, seeing her pleasant appearance—red lips, white teeth, and a clear, elegant beauty—and hearing her call them beautiful, were immediately in a good mood.

“Could you make a few extra portions and bring them along with your delivery? It’s the same effort to deliver one as it is ten.”

“Is that Land Rover your car?”

Yan Qingqi quickly said, “No, no. I’m just a small assistant. It’s Sister Song’s car, which she lets me drive to make delivering meals easier.”

“Hey! Wow! You’re wearing designer clothes, little assistant!”

“No, no. These are, um, street market finds. They’re not authentic.” Yan Qingqi was sweating.

The women didn’t seem to doubt her. “Since you’re delivering meals, please make a few extra portions. We’ll pay the asking price.”

“I’ll take one tomorrow.”

“I want one too.”

“Me too…”

Yan Qingqi: “…”

“Um, thank you for your kind support, ladies. I don’t run a private kitchen takeout business. Operating without a license leads to fines and closure. I can’t take your orders. I’m truly sorry.”

The young actresses were disappointed and sighed. “It’s a shame to waste such good cooking by not doing takeout!” “Just do it! Please, we won’t report you.”

Yan Qingqi shook her head. “Even if you don’t report me, there’s no stopping someone else from doing so. Besides, I’m Sister Song’s assistant. My job is to serve Sister Song, so I can’t take on private work. My apologies, ladies.”

With a wave to their disappointed faces, Yan Qingqi got into the Land Rover and drove off casually.

Yan Qingqi visited the set so often that many people recognized her. They also knew that she and the other cold, stoic woman who rarely spoke didn’t wander around the set. They came, went straight to Movie Queen Song, and left immediately after the Movie Queen finished eating.

She very much resembled a meal delivery assistant, and the assistant’s shadow.

Today, the weather was nice. Song Tingxue didn’t eat in the car. Instead, she sat in front of the nanny van. Yan Qingqi set up a small table and a small stool for her. She set up a chair for herself next to Songsong and ate with her.

Song Tingxue glanced at Gong Yue not far away. “A-Yan, why does Xiao Gong insist on following you to the set every day?”

Yan Qingqi couldn’t explicitly say she was her bodyguard, so she just said, “Miss Jing instructed her to. She’s worried we might not be well taken care of, so she told her to follow me closely.”

“Shouldn’t you tell Miss Jing to ease up? Borrowing her house is already an imposition, and having her housekeeper follow us is too much.”

“I told her, but Miss Jing wouldn’t listen,” Yan Qingqi said. “If she’s so enthusiastic, being too distant might upset her. Songsong, let’s not worry about it. Just let Xiao Gong follow us.”

Song Tingxue heard this and had to agree.

“Songsong, try this. I saw this vegetable at the market today. It’s very rare to find. I bought all of it. Try it and see if it’s good.”

Song Tingxue smiled faintly, picked up a piece, and ate it. She couldn’t help but praise it. “It’s delicious. It’s refreshing and soft.”

“Right? I thought it was delicious too. Eat more vegetables, and less carbs.”

Song Tingxue smiled and hummed in agreement. With Yan Qingqi’s daily meal deliveries and medicine supervision, her stomach problem had greatly improved.

The two sat together, enjoying the light breeze, eating lunch, and watching the people passing by in the distance.

Yan Qingqi asked, “Songsong, do you think this feels like dining at an outdoor cafe on a street in a foreign country?”

Song Tingxue sounded regretful. “I’ve never eaten at an outdoor cafe in a foreign country. I went to the UK once for an advertisement shoot, but the schedule was too tight. We stayed and ate only in the hotel.”

Yan Qingqi said, “Then after this drama is over, how about we travel abroad? We probably won’t run into fans there, and you can show your face freely.”

Song Tingxue smiled charmingly. “That sounds lovely. We’ll find a restaurant and sit at an outdoor table.”

“I remember one restaurant that was wonderful. It was right by a river. The pigeons weren’t afraid of people and often flew over to beg for food. I would break off some bread and feed them the crumbs. They would coo happily, really enjoying the breadcrumbs.”

As she spoke, her tone was light and joyful, her lips curved upward, and a light sparkled in her beautiful eyes.

Song Tingxue looked at her. Perhaps Miss Yan was recalling her past.

Miss Yan’s family background must be privileged. Traveling abroad and dining at high-end restaurants would be normal for her.

Ten years ago, she was already a rich young lady, elegant and aristocratic in every move. Over the past decade, Miss Yan had likely continued to enjoy a privileged life. She must have traveled to many places, tasted international cuisine, and enjoyed amazing scenery all over the world.

She probably hadn’t experienced the dramatic fall from grace seen in some dramas, where the rich young lady loses everything in an accident or unforeseen event and has to struggle for daily meals.

Song Tingxue pursed her lips. She didn’t want the person she loved to endure such a drastic life change.

“What was the name of that restaurant?”

“It was called…” Yan Qingqi suddenly paused. She seemed to see a blonde woman pushing a stroller under a row of plane trees on the street. A red Beetle car drove past, startling a flock of pigeons into the air. The bell on the glass door of the restaurant chimed crisply as people entered and left.

The name?

She couldn’t remember the name.

Why didn’t she turn to look at the restaurant sign when she heard the bell? Then she would be able to say the name now.

Yan Qingqi sighed helplessly. “I don’t remember.”

“It’s alright if you don’t remember. Don’t strain yourself,” Song Tingxue comforted her, her voice soft and gentle.

Miss Yan was sitting next to her, sharing a meal at the set, ten years later. Song Tingxue was already content. She just hoped that Miss Yan’s standard of living with her wasn’t too much of a downgrade from her past.

“Songsong, this spare rib is yours. You must eat it. It won’t make you fat.”

Yan Qingqi urged her to eat another spare rib. “I marinated it last night. It’s delicious, right?”

“It is. The spare rib is very flavorful.” Song Tingxue puffed out her cheeks, smiling at her.

“Right?” Yan Qingqi squinted her eyes happily, pleased with the affirmation.

Song Tingxue couldn’t help but ask, “A-Yan, do you find it difficult living this ordinary life with me?”

Even if she was a multi-award-winning movie queen, she was still just an actress. In terms of wealth, she couldn’t compare to the truly elite families.

“No, it’s not difficult.” Yan Qingqi was slightly confused. “Why do you ask that? Isn’t our life together right now wonderful?”

“Really?”

“Of course, it’s real.” Yan Qingqi paused, then a thought suddenly occurred to her. She lowered her voice and asked, “Songsong, are you under a lot of pressure? Did they cut your salary? Are we having financial difficulties?”

She lowered her voice even further, almost whispering into Song Tingxue’s ear. “I can help, too.”

She had 30 million yuan in her pocket, after all!

Song Tingxue was stunned. What was A-Yan thinking?!

“No. Our financial situation is excellent. Don’t overthink it. I just asked casually.”

“Oh, I see.” Yan Qingqi felt a slight regret.

Thirty million! It seems she won’t “get a chance” to spend it.

While the two were talking, Bai Ming suddenly approached.

“You must be Xiao Yan. We meet again.”

Yan Qingqi didn’t immediately recognize him. “You are?”

Bai Ming’s smile stiffened slightly. “We met the night you picked up Sister Song at XX Restaurant.”

“Oh,” Yan Qingqi remembered. She kept a smile on her face, but she couldn’t recall his name. “Hello, hello.”

Song Tingxue introduced him. “This is Director Bai, as in ‘pine tree’ Bai. Director Bai Ming is a very talented director, despite his young age.”

Yan Qingqi knew nothing about filmmaking. “A pleasure to meet you.”

Lunch was almost finished. Yan Qingqi saw that Director Bai seemed to have something to discuss with Songsong, so she started putting away the utensils and the small table and chairs, placing them in the Land Rover. “Sister Song, I’m leaving now.”

Song Tingxue nodded, smiling at her. “See you tonight.”

“See you tonight!” Yan Qingqi left cheerfully.

Bai Ming was now the co-director. Director Xiao specialized in large-scale action scenes, responsible for establishing the grand, magnificent tone of the entire film. Although the drama was about Empress Wenxian, a significant portion of the story detailed the rise of Emperor Chang from a commoner, his romance with Jiang Yurong, his reliance on the Jiang clan’s power, and his eventual unification of the land. This included many grand battle scenes and tense political struggles.

Jiang Yurong was his lover in public and his capable assistant in private, tirelessly advising him. The drama also featured many scenes showcasing the characters’ personalities and charisma, including intricate emotional dynamics. This was Bai Ming’s area of expertise.

Song Tingxue said, “Director Bai, do you have any new ideas for this afternoon’s scene?”

Bai Ming didn’t deny it. “Yes, the set is ready. Shall we go take a look together?”

Song Tingxue naturally agreed. As they walked, Bai Ming asked, “That Xiao Yan, is she your life assistant? I notice you two are quite close.”

Bai Ming recalled the assistant named Yan. She was an Alpha, yet she could intimately whisper into Song Tingxue’s ear, making Song Tingxue smile charmingly. Bai Ming watched from a distance for a long time, feeling a painful knot in his chest.

“Yes, she is my life assistant.”

“You seem even closer to her than you are to Xiaole.”

“She’s my life assistant, taking care of my daily life and diet. Of course, I’m closer to her than to Xiaole.”

Bai Ming felt a greater tightness in his chest hearing “daily life and diet,” but kept his composure. “I heard from the crew that Xiao Yan is a fantastic cook.”

“She is very good at cooking.” Song Tingxue’s lips unconsciously curved up, and a subtle flush appeared in her eyes, which she quickly suppressed. She thought, She’s not just good at cooking, she’s also great at ‘stir-frying’ in bed.

“I noticed she’s an Alpha, right?”

“Yes, she is an Alpha. She’s meticulous and has a wonderful personality.”

Bai Ming stopped walking. “Tingxue, don’t you think there’s a problem?”

Song Tingxue also stopped. “What problem?”

“She’s just a small assistant. Constantly eating with you, and the way you two laugh and talk on the set—it gives people the wrong idea.”

The smile on Song Tingxue’s face grew cold. “That’s my business. I don’t care what others think.”

Bai Ming said, “You are an Omega, and she is an Alpha. Rumors might start. Your career is going well. You shouldn’t let these rumors affect you.”

Bai Ming continued with a look of disdain. “She’s just a small assistant. How can she help your career? You should keep your distance from her and not get too close. Tingxue, you are naive, but you need to be wary of some people, so they don’t get delusional ideas and develop feelings for you. These people should know better. How can a little assistant who has nothing to offer be worthy of you?”

Song Tingxue was stunned, disbelief etched on her face. She couldn’t believe those words came from Bai Ming’s mouth.

But that malicious contempt, that condescending gaze, as if looking down at an ant, was clearly visible in his eyes.

Song Tingxue’s heart went cold, and her gaze hardened.

“Director Bai, let’s stick to talking about filming. As for other matters, I will handle them myself. You don’t need to worry about it.”

Bai Ming was about to say more, but Song Tingxue walked ahead. “I have something to do. I’ll walk ahead.”

That evening, Song Tingxue returned to the villa. As they ate dinner, Yan Qingqi asked, “Is that Director Bai the one who directed the micro-film Mountain Moonlight, your breakout film?” Yan Qingqi saw her looking at her. “I was bored today, so I searched for Director Bai Ming online.”

“Yes, he was my senior in the directing department. He needed a female lead for his first independent film and asked me. The film later entered a competition abroad and, unexpectedly, received a lot of acclaim.”

Yan Qingqi placed a chicken wing on her plate. “So my Songsong gained recognition from that.”

Song Tingxue smiled faintly. “Yes.”

If Bai Ming hadn’t asked her to be the lead, if that micro-film hadn’t happened, her acting career would have been ten or a hundred times harder. She might have remained obscure forever.

She had always been grateful to Bai Ming for that.

“Director Bai Ming comes from a village deep in the mountains. It wasn’t easy for him to leave. When we were filming, everyone ate only one meal a day to save money for renting the location, equipment, and costumes. Many people worked side jobs and used the money to supplement the production. Everyone was determined to finish that film.”

Yan Qingqi held Song Tingxue’s hand. “Songsong, you must have worked side jobs too.”

Song Tingxue not only worked but held two part-time jobs outside of class. At the time, a wealthy classmate who was pursuing her heard their crew was short on money and offered ten thousand yuan. With Song Tingxue’s personality, she adamantly refused, but Bai Ming was tempted and begged her to accept it for the sake of the crew’s smooth production, promising to repay it later. The other actors also persuaded Song Tingxue. Finally, Song Tingxue relented, accepting the ten thousand but insisting on writing an IOU to the classmate.

After the film’s success, the ten thousand was repaid. Bai Ming grandly repaid the person. “I repaid it on Tingxue’s behalf.”

Song Tingxue felt extremely uncomfortable at the time, but since the wealthy classmate stopped pursuing her, she let the matter go.

However, Bai Ming’s smugness at his sudden success, the subtle shift in his demeanor after becoming famous overnight, was still vivid in Song Tingxue’s memory.

Today, that memory resurfaced clearly.

“Everyone worked side jobs, so I did too.”

Yan Qingqi’s heart stirred, and she suddenly felt regretful. “I’m sorry I didn’t meet you sooner. I wish I had met you back then.”

As the Wen family heiress, she was definitely rich. If she had funded their crew, Songsong wouldn’t have had to struggle, juggling classes, filming, and working part-time to earn money.

Song Tingxue curved her lips, her eyes filled with tenderness.

She and Miss Yan had met a long time ago. Without Miss Yan, she would never have considered applying to film school or becoming a star.

“It’s alright. We’ve met now, and that’s wonderful.”

In the room, the orange floor lamp cast a warm glow.

The sounds of intimate kissing and ragged breathing filled the air, making one’s heart race. The scent of cedar and night-blooming cereus intertwined in a passionate, intense embrace. When their passion reached a fervent peak, the Alpha’s pheromones assaulted her brain and her entire being like a tsunami, wave after wave.

Afterward, Song Tingxue lay resting in Yan Qingqi’s arms, the flush of passion still lingering on her face.

Her snow-white fingers gently stroked A-Yan’s smooth, beautifully curved shoulder.

She loved resting in her beloved’s arms on such a quiet, cozy night meant only for the two of them.

“A-Yan,” she called out softly, her eyes closed.

“Hm?”

“I’m so happy I could meet you again.”

The female lead in Mountain Moonlight, A-Yue, lived in the deep mountains where her ancestors had lived for generations. At sixteen, she met Shi Yu, a young teacher who came to the mountain to teach. She fell in love at first sight with the handsome, gentle young man. The two walked through the mountains under the beautiful, romantic moonlight, falling for each other.

This unspoken love ended abruptly when Shi Yu’s teaching assignment ended and he left. Before leaving, Shi Yu asked A-Yue to wait for him, promising he would return to marry her.

A-Yue kept this promise, cherishing their beautiful, brief love. Every night, she waited on a large rock under the moonlight, imagining her reunion with Shi Yu and becoming his bride.

But she never saw Shi Yu again.

Song Tingxue instinctively held A-Yan tighter. A-Yue never waited for her Shi Yu, but she had waited for her A-Yan. How lucky and happy she was.

Yan Qingqi’s heart skipped a beat at the word “again.” She wrapped her arm around Songsong. “Why do you say ‘again’? Did I leave you before?”

“You left.” Song Tingxue wanted to say, You never came back to see me. We were separated for ten whole years. I only accidentally found you again now. This time, I never want you to leave me.

“Why did I leave?”

Song Tingxue shook her head, inhaling the pleasant scent of cedar. She couldn’t help but say, “A-Yan, I want you to hold me with both hands.”

Yan Qingqi stopped asking questions. She sat up and held Song Tingxue with both hands, letting her lean comfortably against her.

At this moment, Song Tingxue felt like she was back ten years ago. She had almost been hit by a car, and as the world spun, a pair of strong arms held her, embracing her.

She smelled a faint cedar scent then.

A scent she had thought of for ten years. Whenever night fell and she was alone, daydreaming, she couldn’t help but recall that trace of cedar, that beautiful, refined, and noble face.

Once, she panicked when she thought she couldn’t clearly remember Miss Yan’s face, unable to sleep the entire night. She desperately wished to run into Miss Yan again the next day, even if it was just a glimpse or passing by, just to see her again.

Yan Qingqi saw that she wasn’t speaking, lying in her arms like a kitten, clinging to her. She looked so utterly at peace. Yan Qingqi couldn’t resist bending down and kissing her lips.

A kiss without lust, a tender, affectionate kiss, again and again.

Song Tingxue closed her eyes, letting her kiss her, feeling as though she were soaking in warm spring water. Every pore in her body was relaxed.

When Yan Qingqi stopped, Song Tingxue’s brows furrowed slightly. She let out a muffled moan. “Keep kissing me. I want you to keep kissing me. Don’t stop.”

So the gentle kisses, like a soft rain, fell romantically on her lips and cheeks.

Gradually, Song Tingxue fell asleep.

Yan Qingqi gently placed her on the bed and tucked her in.

“Wife,” Yan Qingqi brushed the stray hair from her forehead, gently stroking her face. “No matter why I left you before, I promise I will never leave you again.”

Author’s Note:

Yan Qingqi: My past self was truly an idiot for leaving Songsong.