After Breaking Up with the Scumbag Girl, I Became an Alpha [Entertainment Circle] (GL) - Chapter 16

If one were to ask why Xu Wuhuan suddenly had a change of heart and approached Zhong Yan once again…

Xu Wuhuan didn’t know. She couldn’t find any grand or dignified excuse. It was simply as if the sins you once committed were now finding a way to punish you; there was no escaping it.

When Xu Wuhuan’s father was on his deathbed, Gu Chang’an was fighting her for the inheritance. The relationship between the two was sharper and more strained than ever before.

On the day Xu Wuhuan went to the hospital to see Gu Yuanming, thunder and rain lashed outside, and the sky was as dark as ink. The ward was filled with a thick aura of death. Gu Yuanming lay on the bed, his body covered in tubes. That once-powerful Alpha presence had left behind nothing but a broken, decaying husk.

Gu Yuanming recounted his sins in fits and starts. He said he was sorry for Xu Chi, and even more sorry for her.

Even more ridiculous was that this man claimed to love Xu Chi. He had dragged her father to his death, only to say pitifully at the end that he regretted it—that he had loved him all along.

How absurd! A hangman falling in love with the soul of his victim—it was nothing more than a bloody, vulgar display of self-indulgent affection.

He apologized incessantly. To compensate, he left all his shares to Xu Wuhuan. He reached out an aged hand, trying to touch her, but before he could, he was gone.

Amidst the lightning and thunder, Xu Wuhuan’s face was illuminated by the pale hospital lights. In that thunderstorm, she witnessed her father’s death. She felt neither joy nor sorrow; she felt no grief.

Later, Xu Wuhuan lived every day in a darkness of malice and ostracization coming from all sides. She had to constantly guard against Gu Chang’an’s schemes, walking a tightrope with great difficulty.

At a business banquet, she arrived a bit late and heard people gossiping that a certain CEO Lin had taken an interest in a newcomer from Starshine Entertainment. Though the person was a Beta, they were softer than an Omega, and the CEO had taken them away against their will. Xu Wuhuan, lacking empathy, listened idly until she heard the name “Zhong Yan.” Only then did she focus.

That was the first time she had heard Zhong Yan’s name since they parted in high school. But she didn’t think much of it then. She didn’t believe Zhong Yan would ever enter a circle as filthy as the entertainment industry; she assumed it was just someone with the same name.

But later, she heard that this Zhong Yan had defied CEO Lin, resulting in her being blacklisted. Out of curiosity, Xu Wuhuan had someone send over a photo. Although Zhong Yan had changed a lot, she recognized her instantly.

It was hard to say what she was feeling then. Perhaps it was guilt; with a desire to compensate, she secretly gave her a helping hand. At the time, she thought they would never meet again. But the most deceptive words in the world are “I thought.”

Eventually, Zhong Yan successfully debuted. Relying on an “A-to-the-max” rap style that contrasted with her soft, sweet appearance, she exuded a strange, contradictory beauty. Zhong Yan became the peak of trending topics—she was incredibly famous.

How famous? In her overseas company, almost every employee was talking about her.

Xu Wuhuan was in a difficult position then. Although she was the CEO, she had no one to rely on. The shareholders, big and small, were aligned with Gu Chang’an, looking for any opportunity to drag her into hell. The company staff avoided her because she looked too cold and unapproachable.

Before Lu Yu appeared, Xu Wuhuan walked this world alone. She had no friends, no family—only day after day of loneliness.

Perhaps having been lonely for too long, her mind held nothing but business and a blurry, chaotic fog; she was like the walking dead. Maybe wanting to step out of this haze and find proof that she once existed, she began to slowly pay attention to news about Zhong Yan.

Zhong Yan walked the runway at Fashion Week, looking very elegant. Her solo single was a hit. She showed a “dark face” during a show and was attacked by the whole internet, yet she seemed unaffected. …

It was all meaningless, like the behavior of a pervert. Xu Wuhuan found it inexplicable, but like an addiction, she couldn’t quit. In the past, she had to take sleeping pills to fall asleep; later, Zhong Yan became her best sedative.

Actually, it was nothing much, right? She was just too lonely, so she couldn’t help but want to touch a source of warmth and life.

During those days when she was so oppressed she could barely breathe, Xu Wuhuan lived in a suffocating sorrow. She couldn’t live as she wished, nor could she abandon herself to death. But Zhong Yan’s bold smile and passionate dancing were her only joys. In those hidden days, the once-shy girl had become a queen, shining brilliantly.

A very small incident was what truly caused a qualitative shift in Xu Wuhuan’s mindset.

Zero’s concert was coming to the country where Xu Wuhuan was living. By then, Lu Yu had become her right-hand woman. She had Lu Yu get tickets in advance, planning to see the concert once. But two days before, Xu Wuhuan was in a car accident. It was intentional—needless to say, it was Gu Chang’an’s doing.

This wasn’t rare; Gu Chang’an had tried to frame or harm her a dozen times. Xu Wuhuan was almost immune to the injuries. But this time was different. She was going to Zhong Yan’s concert; she didn’t want to miss it.

So, she went mad once again. Ignoring the protests of the doctors and Lu Yu, she wore a mask and a hat to hide the ugly bloodstains on her face. The atmosphere at the concert that day was heated to the extreme. Zhong Yan in red was mesmerizing. Xu Wuhuan’s organs were aching, but she hid in the crowd. The dim lights masked her sickly weakness, but her eyes were glowing.

She endured the pain for several hours. When the concert ended, she stayed in the crowd and watched Zhong Yan walk out of the venue. The crowd was packed. Xu Wuhuan’s head was swimming, and she faintly coughed up blood, staining her black mask.

Xu Wuhuan was pushed toward the exit. Outside, it was pouring rain. She felt a sudden chill, then an umbrella was held over her head. Xu Wuhuan lifted her eyelids. Zhong Yan was smiling, her eyes curved, using the spoiled, doting tone she used for her fans: “Don’t get caught in the rain! You’ll catch a cold. Take care of yourself.”

As she spoke, she took Xu Wuhuan’s hand and pressed the umbrella into it. She smiled, then turned and ran through the rain back to her car. Finally, she rolled down the window and waved to the fans, smiling sweetly.

Xu Wuhuan’s palm was cold, but the spot where Zhong Yan had just held it was burning. She stood there for a long time, speechless.

In the heavy rain, no one noticed her except Zhong Yan. It was ironic—no one had ever brought her an umbrella, and no one had ever told her to take care of her health.

Perhaps Zhong Yan simply saw Xu Wuhuan as a fan and offered her kindness. But that bit of affection meant for the general public was something Xu Wuhuan dwelled on for a very long time.

Xu Wuhuan had always been someone with severe emotional cognitive impairment. No one taught her how to love, so she couldn’t love rationally. From childhood, all she knew was endless abuse and “love” turned to hate. Her father died in Gu Yuanming’s so-called “love.” Those damp, dark memories distorted her emotions.

The bloodline of a monster leaves a legacy. Thus, she became just like Gu Yuanming, playing with emotions at will and then discarding them.

In the end, she still couldn’t escape falling into the trap she set with her own hands.

The “resurrected” love came out of nowhere, and Xu Wuhuan finally recognized her belated repentance. Zhong Yan’s inadvertent care had stayed with her for so long. Looking back now, it was likely from that moment on that their fates were destined to meet again.

Xu Wuhuan’s step-by-step approach to Zhong Yan was an act of atonement, but also driven by love.

Xu Wuhuan’s right hand was injured, and she couldn’t attend activities for the time being. Lin Yu was nearly dying of anger, constantly questioning the cause of the incident. Xu Wuhuan just gave a vague explanation, never mentioning anything about Zhong Yan.

Zhong Yan, listening nearby, felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, her expression shifting through complex emotions. Lin Yu temporarily cancelled all her schedules, informing the public that Xu Wuhuan was unwell.

Because her palm was injured, Xu Wuhuan’s daily life was inconvenient. Someone had to help her. Chu Yun and Jiang Cha unanimously gave this burden to Zhong Yan. Zhong Yan felt a bit of revulsion, but thinking about how Xu Wuhuan got hurt, she agreed.

Since the two had laid their cards on the table and dragged their hidden resentment into the open, the relationship had suddenly become very strange. Zhong Yan reduced her encounters with Xu Wuhuan, avoiding her whenever possible.

But she couldn’t avoid her for long. After all, Zhong Yan still had to help her change her bandages and such. Zhong Yan kept a wooden face, looking as serious as if she were defusing a bomb. Xu Wuhuan couldn’t help but laugh at the sight.

One evening, Xu Wuhuan needed to shower. She was alone in the apartment; Zhong Yan hadn’t returned yet. While showering, a sudden heat surged through her body. Waves of heat rose up, and she broke into a sweat. Every part of her body clamored for release. More strangely, waves of pain reached her brain, and her vision blurred.

Oh no! Her estrus (heat) was coming.

She hurriedly dressed and tried to open the bathroom door. She heard the sound of someone on the phone outside—Zhong Yan was back. Xu Wuhuan pulled her hand back from the doorknob, crying out inwardly that this was bad.

Zhong Yan hung up the phone and looked around. She didn’t see Xu Wuhuan. Strange, she’s usually in the living room at this time. Is she sleeping? Didn’t she still need her bandages changed?

“Xu Wuhuan, where are you?”

Zhong Yan walked around and saw the lights on in the bathroom. She walked over. “Xu Wuhuan, are you crazy? Your hand is still injured and you’re touching water? Do you want to keep that hand or not?”

No one answered. What is going on?

As Zhong Yan stepped closer, she caught a faint scent of roses. It was intense but not pungent. Zhong Yan couldn’t help but inhale it for a few moments.

Zhong Yan had differentiated into an Alpha, so she could naturally smell pheromones. So, was this the scent of Xu Wuhuan’s Alpha pheromones? Although Zhong Yan was on suppressants, they only masked her own internal pheromones; she could still smell others’.

When she was a Beta, Zhong Yan had always been curious about Xu Wuhuan’s Alpha scent, but she couldn’t smell it then. Now, her wish was granted. Undeniably, it smelled quite good.

Didn’t they say Alpha pheromones repel each other? Zhong Yan didn’t feel it. She thought inappropriately, Who invented that stupid theory?

Xu Wuhuan remained silent for a long time. Zhong Yan called out again, “Xu Wuhuan, what are you doing? Why aren’t you answering?”

Perhaps her ears were playing tricks on her, but Zhong Yan heard faint gasps and soft moans.

Zhong Yan’s eyes widened. No way… what is Xu Wuhuan doing in there? It couldn’t be—