After Breaking Up with the Scumbag Girl, I Became an Alpha [Entertainment Circle] (GL) - Chapter 18

Xu Wuhuan was startled by her reaction. She chuckled, “What’s wrong? I just touched the back of your neck. Why such a big reaction?”

Zhong Yan, of course, wouldn’t admit it—It’s because you touched my scent gland!

Her face turned beet red from holding back, her cheeks puffed out in anger. She stammered, “Who… who told you that you could touch my neck? Men and women shouldn’t… no, I mean, don’t you know about boundaries between girls?”

Xu Wuhuan laughed inwardly, finding Zhong Yan utterly adorable, but she played along. “I understand now. So, can you help me apply the medicine now?”

Xu Wuhuan raised her hand. Zhong Yan’s sudden movement earlier had caused the wound to tear again, and blood was seeping out steadily.

The culprit, Zhong Yan: “…”

Good grief.

There was no way out; she had to pay for the trouble she caused. She walked over to Xu Wuhuan’s side awkwardly and finished the entire process as if she were on fast-forward.

The fresh scent of Xu Wuhuan after her shower, mingled with a hint of roses, lingered around her. An unutterable restlessness surged in Zhong Yan’s heart.

Feeling increasingly uneasy, she finished applying the medicine and blurted out, “Done. I’m leaving.”

“Hey, wait,” Xu Wuhuan called out to her.

Zhong Yan’s footsteps came to a dead halt. She clicked her tongue, turned around, and asked impatiently, “What now!”

Xu Wuhuan’s eyes curved into a smile. “I’m hungry.”

Zhong Yan looked at her, puzzled. “???”

“Help me make something to eat.”

Zhong Yan instinctively refused. “Why should I? Don’t you have hands?”

Xu Wuhuan raised her hand with an innocent expression.

Oh, Zhong Yan forgot. Xu Wuhuan’s hand was out of commission.

Looking at Xu Wuhuan’s innocent, smiling face, Zhong Yan found she couldn’t say no. This realization made her even more irritable. She dropped a cold remark: “You’re so annoying!”

Despite her reluctant expression, she still went to the kitchen.

Zhong Yan was quite fast and prepared a bowl of noodles.

She intended to just drop it off in the room and leave, but as it turned out, Xu Wuhuan couldn’t use chopsticks with her right hand. Therefore, Zhong Yan had to feed her personally.

Zhong Yan didn’t know what she had been thinking—why hadn’t she made a bowl of porridge? Why did she have to make noodles? She had dug a hole for herself and jumped right in.

No matter how unwilling she was, Xu Wuhuan was in this state because of her, so she had to suck it up.

Xu Wuhuan suspected that Zhong Yan wasn’t so much feeding her as she was “stuffing” her with noodles; she could barely keep up with the pace. To prevent herself from being stuffed into a daze, she shifted Zhong Yan’s focus: “It seems a bit salty.”

“Really?” Zhong Yan indeed stopped her hand. “It shouldn’t be. Jiang Cha and the others said my noodles are quite good.”

“You can taste it yourself.” Xu Wuhuan smiled with a hidden meaning that Zhong Yan didn’t catch.

Zhong Yan took a bite herself and smacked her lips. “It’s fine, though.”

Xu Wuhuan feigned surprise. “Is it?”

“Of course—” Zhong Yan suddenly remembered something: she had just used Xu Wuhuan’s chopsticks directly.

Which meant they had just shared an indirect kiss.

Realizing this possibility, her ears turned red. Seeing Xu Wuhuan’s fox-like smile, she turned her shame into anger. “Xu Wuhuan! You—” She sputtered for a while without being able to say anything, finally squeezing out a dry, “…Are you sick?”

Xu Wuhuan’s smile deepened, yet she asked innocently, “What did I do?”

Zhong Yan felt like she was about to spit blood. She hadn’t expected Xu Wuhuan to become so mischievous. Her face was flushed with embarrassment and irritation.

“Eat it yourself!” With that, she stormed back to her own room, the door nearly rattling off its hinges from the slam.

After she left, the smile gradually vanished from Xu Wuhuan’s face, and her playful expression was completely put away.

Xu Wuhuan was a keen observer. The area on the back of Zhong Yan’s neck earlier was extremely similar to a scent gland. Combined with Zhong Yan’s panicked behavior, it was a classic case of “guilty conscience.”

Xu Wuhuan was certain that Zhong Yan wasn’t a Beta; she had to be either an Alpha or an Omega, but she didn’t have a specific answer yet since she hadn’t seen it clearly.

In her heart, Xu Wuhuan actually hoped Zhong Yan was an Alpha. For no other reason than this: since an Omega is destined to yield to an Alpha, then she wanted to yield to Zhong Yan—willingly and completely.

She didn’t want to overthink why Zhong Yan was hiding her gender or why she hadn’t smelled Zhong Yan’s pheromones yet. But time was on her side; everything would eventually be laid bare.

Zhong Yan ran back to her bedroom and flopped face-down onto the bed, as if to hide the flush on her face.

She secretly mocked herself for being useless—getting scared into such a pathetic state by such a small thing. She felt a wave of self-contempt.

It’s mostly Xu Wuhuan’s fault! It’s all her! Doing all these unnecessary things and being so demanding!

After she calmed down, her reason began to return.

She thought again about the box of medicine she had seen earlier. She had seen that kind of medicine once with a senior in the entertainment industry. Later, after that senior committed suicide by slitting their wrists, she learned it was medication for severe depression.

Does Xu Wuhuan have that illness too?

Thinking of this possibility made Zhong Yan feel inexplicably restless. Impossible, right? That woman is so self-centered, how could she get that kind of illness?

But what if she did? What if? Would Xu Wuhuan end up like that senior? Dying in a bathtub full of blood, being discussed by others in a pitying tone, becoming a tragic and pitiable deceased person?

Would she die in such despair too? Surely not?

Zhong Yan felt a bit uncomfortable. She thought to herself, self-deceptively: A person like Xu Wuhuan would absolutely never get that kind of illness. Right, absolutely not.

Xu Wuhuan continued her recovery. Since she was bored, she had no choice but to browse Weibo.

Today Zero had no scheduled activities, and all four were resting in the apartment. The magazine they shot last time was a bestseller, and because of its unique style, it even trended.

Among these trending topics, one particularly caught the attention of the Zero members. The title was: [Xu Wuhuan and Zhong Yan’s Locked Gaze].

In the magazine, Xu Wuhuan’s posture was noble; even as a prisoner, her gaze was cold and proud. Zhong Yan had a smile on her lips, and her eyes were unrestrained. The photographer had captured a great angle: Xu Wuhuan’s gaze looked filled with deep lingering affection, while Zhong Yan’s gaze was subtly filled with a “wicked” love.

Netizens felt a strong sense of “CP” (Couple pairing) from this image.

[My god, Zhong Yan’s gaze is too seductive and too “A” (Alpha). How can a Beta be so Alpha?] [What kind of divine eye contact is this? Cold Angel, Dark Demon. I ship it, I ship it.] [Suddenly feeling like an Alpha-Beta relationship is also great.] [Ahhh, our little Yan is too “A”! Mama loves you to death!]

Chu Yun was amused by these netizens and teased Zhong Yan, “Hey, Zhong Yan, you and Xu Wuhuan have been paired up as a CP.”

Jiang Cha joined in the fun: “Let me see… the ‘No End’ (Wuzhong) CP. What kind of name is that? Haha.”

Zhong Yan felt stifled. This generation of netizens was too terrifying; they could pair up anything. Hearing their conversation, her expression was indescribable. If one looked closely, they could see a faint trace of unease.

She stole a glance at Xu Wuhuan, only to find that Xu Wuhuan was looking at her too. Their eyes met, and Xu Wuhuan raised an eyebrow slightly.

Zhong Yan lowered her head to play with her phone as if to cover it up, and her finger accidentally clicked into a “Super Topic”—it was for the two of them.

She hadn’t expected them to have CP fans and a Super Topic so quickly. Although the number of people wasn’t large yet, Zhong Yan was still shocked.

The Super Topic page featured a photo of the two of them, which seemed to have been cropped by a netizen from a group photo; they actually had very few photos together.

In that photo, Xu Wuhuan was facing Jiang Cha in profile, her eyelids slightly lifted, looking at Jiang Cha. Zhong Yan was facing the camera with a rose in her mouth. The netizen had photoshopped them together, so it looked like Xu Wuhuan was looking at Zhong Yan from the side, while Zhong Yan held the flower and looked forward. There was a sudden, intense sense of ambiguity.

Zhong Yan couldn’t help but marvel at the editing skills. She scrolled down, almost as if possessed.

It was all ordinary little details that were fabricated into various sweet atmospheres. Some of Zhong Yan’s cold glares were interpreted as “jealousy” or “tsundere” behavior. Zhong Yan looked on in disbelief, thinking: Are you people demons?

Then, further down, she saw a piece of fan fiction about them. This author was amazing—in her story, Xu Wuhuan was a beautiful, gentle Alpha, and Zhong Yan was a tsundere, cute Beta. Xu Wuhuan was infinitely tolerant of Zhong Yan’s little temper, portrayed as a protective and gentle Alpha. Even when the two were in bed, Xu Wuhuan was gentle.

This author was an expert at writing “spicy” scenes. Zhong Yan’s heart raced and her face flushed as she read. Most importantly, many comments were saying, “Ahhh, Zhong Yan is so soft! Xu Wuhuan, hurry up and take her!”

Zhong Yan looked on, once again suspecting these fans were demons. Both of them were Alphas—how were they supposed to go to bed? Using their minds?

However, the author was quite talented, describing Xu Wuhuan in great detail. For example, certain hidden troubles were described quite poignantly. In the story, Xu Wuhuan was covered in scars and deeply world-weary, while Zhong Yan was her light. It was a “Redemption” story.

Zhong Yan couldn’t help but wonder: Is Xu Wuhuan also covered in scars? Is that why she has severe depression? And me… am I really Xu Wuhuan’s light?

Zhong Yan quickly dismissed the possibility. What a joke.

I was dumped by her! Some light I am. So fake.

Zhong Yan couldn’t bear to look anymore and exited the page. Then, in what must have been a momentary lapse of sanity, she used her alt account to follow the Super Topic.