After Ditching Four Powerful Alphas, I Differentiated into an Omega - Chapter 4

After leaving the system speechless, Qiao Yu grabbed a bottle of wine. Holding her glass, her cheeks flushed, she looked around, and her gaze suddenly landed on one spot.

At the end of her line of sight was a woman dressed simply. She wore a baseball cap and a high-pulled mask, covering herself completely. She was sitting in a dimly lit area. Even though she tried to minimize her presence, she was still like a beauty with her face veiled, leaving much to the imagination.

“Host, that’s an Alpha.”

Qiao Yu blinked, a look of interest on her face. “I know.”

She put down the wine bottle in her arms and walked over with a light step. Before she even got close, the other person noticed her. A pair of alluring, peach blossom-shaped eyes glanced over. The rippling light in her eyes was so full of tender affection that Qiao Yu’s bones almost went soft.

With a small hand, she pointed at the woman. “Tonight, I will randomly select one lucky audience member to be my woman. So who’s the lucky one?”

Without letting the system get a word in, Qiao Yu didn’t even take a breath. “That’s right, it’s her.”

Song Wanying looked around. Today, she was well-covered, and no one had recognized her along the way. She looked at the slightly tipsy young girl in front of her, feeling quite proud. But after just two seconds of pride, Song Wanying heard the girl sweetly call out, “Sister Song.”

The system was worried that the host would mess with the official couple, so it immediately told Qiao Yu who Song Wanying was. It meant to warn Qiao Yu to be more restrained, but who knew that upon learning Song Wanying’s identity, Qiao Yu would become even more excited? “So this is the Song Wanying who made the female lead willing to abandon everything and divorce?

“She really is beautiful. Even a gentleman like me, who is of good moral character, wants to become a hooligan when I see her.”

The system’s eyelid twitched uncontrollably. Good moral character? How can you even say that with a straight face?

Qiao Yu wanted to flirt with Song Wanying but was hesitant because she was Jiang Mei’s good friend. She didn’t dare to have any outrageous thoughts, but she was so tempted. After a fierce mental battle, Qiao Yu regretfully gave up. “There are a million sisters in the world. I should help Jiang Mei find happiness first.”

Perhaps if she successfully brought Jiang Mei and Song Wanying together and completed the novel’s plot ahead of schedule, she could finally go home.

A pleasing smile appeared on her face as Qiao Yu subtly closed the distance. “Sister Song.”

Song Wanying lowered her gaze, her eyes falling on the girl’s small, fair face and slender neck. She couldn’t smell any pheromones from her, so she was likely an undifferentiated minor. Song Wanying’s eyes showed a hint of surprise. Minors can enter bars now?

Getting a closer look, Qiao Yu realized that Song Wanying in person was so much prettier than in her photos and videos. Under the system’s threat, Qiao Yu reluctantly suppressed her infatuation. “Sister Song, I have a friend who likes you very, very much.”

A friend?

Song Wanying understood. Young people these days liked to use “I have a friend” as an opening when they had something they couldn’t talk about directly. It gave them an excuse and also created an image of a caring, friendly person. Song Wanying chuckled softly. Liking her wasn’t something to be ashamed of.

But Qiao Yu’s face was serious, so Song Wanying decided not to expose her. Young girls were thin-skinned and felt awkward facing their idols. She understood.

To make Song Wanying have a good impression of Jiang Mei, Qiao Yu wracked her brain and launched into a series of extravagant praises. “Sister Song, you’re as beautiful as a flower, as a celestial being. Ever since my friend saw you, she’s been deeply captivated by your beauty and charm. A single day without you feels like three years. In the days she hasn’t seen you, she can’t eat or sleep properly, and she’s lost a full ten pounds in just one month.”

Song Wanying subconsciously took in Qiao Yu’s slender waist. She was indeed a bit thin, almost fragile, but also very charming.

So, Song Wanying believed her.

Qiao Yu was immersed in her own world and didn’t notice Song Wanying’s strange reaction. “My friend talks about you all the time. She says she’s never seen anyone as ethereal as you. If she could just see you again, she would even give up ten years of her life!”

Song Wanying’s eyes showed her shock. “This…”

Isn’t that a bit much?

While she knew some crazy fans would go into debt for her, this was the first time she had ever heard of someone using their life as collateral.

Seeing that the other was moved, Qiao Yu quickly pressed her advantage. “My friend is so in love with you that she’s almost forgotten herself. She always tells me that every night, as soon as she closes her eyes, all she can see is your every expression and movement, and she can’t get you out of her mind. She’s almost been driven crazy by you. She also said she wants to selfishly possess you and hide you away from everyone. But…”

“But you belong to everyone, and she can’t be that selfish. This dilemma is almost tormenting her into depression. She tries so hard to control her feelings, but every time she sees a photo of you, all of her self-control crumbles in an instant, utterly defeated by your beauty.”

“Sister Song,” Qiao Yu looked up, meeting a pair of smiling, beautiful eyes. Qiao Yu froze for a moment, almost blurting out “Hi, wife,” but she held back. “You don’t know this, but when I found you here just now, I was so happy I almost did a 360-degree Thomas backflip.”

She quickly pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. “So, Sister Song, could you please sign this for my friend?”

Song Wanying was completely dumbfounded.

It wasn’t until Qiao Yu tentatively called her name again that Song Wanying finally snapped out of it, smiling as she took the paper and pen and quickly signed her name. She never refused a fan’s request, especially for a minor fan who loved her so crazily.

Watching Qiao Yu carefully and lovingly put the signature away, Song Wanying became even more certain of her guess.

The “friend” she was talking about was herself.

Qiao Yu held the signature carefully, as if she was afraid of accidentally damaging it. Song Wanying’s friend came over and looked at Qiao Yu with a puzzled expression. Qiao Yu, sensing the situation, wisely excused herself. “Well, Sister Song, I’ll let you get back to your fun. I won’t bother you anymore.”

Her friend looked at the signature in Qiao Yu’s arms and casually asked, “Who was that?”

Song Wanying lazily bent her long legs. Hearing the question, she chuckled softly, her tone amused. “A fan.”

Her friend didn’t pay much attention. “Your pheromone matching results came out. Take a look…”

After having Song Wanying’s signature professionally framed, Qiao Yu held it in her arms, full of reluctance. “The thought of giving away a signature from such a beautiful sister… my heart hurts so much.”

But the thought of returning to her life of luxury and beautiful women made Qiao Yu instantly feel invigorated and motivated. “If I don’t go to hell, who will? A living Lei Feng should act like a living Lei Feng!”

“I don’t feel any pain, I have no regrets, and I don’t feel any remorse.”

The system’s eyelids twitched violently at its mumbling host. Not giving her an Oscar would be an insult to her performance today.

The next day, as soon as Qiao Yu entered the classroom, she put Song Wanying’s signature down with a loud plop on Jiang Mei’s desk. “Look!”

Jiang Mei looked at it with a puzzled expression. Qiao Yu secretly gritted her teeth in frustration and explained, “It’s Sister Song’s signature. Isn’t it beautiful?”

Qiao Yu stretched out her slender neck. “Look at the strokes. They’re so elegant. And even the ending is the shape of a heart, like she’s saying ‘I love you.'”

“Do you like it? If you do, I’ll give it to you.”

Jiang Mei wasn’t interested in any signatures from Song Wanying or whoever. Instead, it was the overwhelming joy and certainty in Qiao Yu’s voice that made her heart ache uncontrollably. She knew that having a celebrity crush was a normal thing, but she didn’t expect that Qiao Yu, after just becoming interested in Song Wanying yesterday, had already gotten her signature today.

If Qiao Yu’s devotion to Song Wanying remained this strong, wouldn’t she be able to win her over in just half a month?

Qiao Yu came from a good family and was beautiful. Although Song Wanying had been in the industry for ten years without any scandals, what if…?

Qiao Yu was a darling of heaven. Anything could happen to her.

Jiang Mei felt a painful knot in her chest, and her expression became more strained. “I don’t like it.” After a pause, she added, “Since you went to such great lengths to get it, you should keep it for yourself.”

Qiao Yu was overjoyed but tried to press down the corners of her lips. “Oh, don’t be shy. What kind of relationship do we have? Is there anything you like that I wouldn’t give you?”

She thought Jiang Mei was just being modest and was about to put the signature on her desk and turn away when Meng E’s eyes suddenly lit up. “This is?” She let out a shriek that startled Qiao Yu. “Sister Song’s actual signature?!”

Meng E’s eyes were practically glowing. “Did you get this, Yu Yu?”

Qiao Yu glanced at Jiang Mei, and her chest unconsciously puffed out. “Of course.”

Jiang Mei’s face was expressionless. Qiao Yu added, “I had to put in a lot of effort to get this signature.”

She spent a full five minutes talking about how hard it was, but the more she talked, the lower the pressure around Jiang Mei became. Qiao Yu scratched her cheek in confusion. This wasn’t right. In the original story, Jiang Mei fell in love with Song Wanying at first sight.

She was lost in thought. Meng E finally came to her senses and secretly tried to snatch the signature, but Qiao Yu immediately slapped her hand away and tucked the signature into her shirt. “No.”

She had gotten it specifically for Jiang Mei.

Meng E’s shoulders slumped in disappointment, but she didn’t push it. She just asked Qiao Yu to get one for her too the next time she saw Song Wanying. Qiao Yu casually agreed. Jiang Mei’s eyes looked up heavily. The confidence and nonchalance in Qiao Yu’s tone made it hard for Jiang Mei to imagine how close Qiao Yu had gotten to Song Wanying in just one night.

Jiang Mei’s red lips were pressed into a thin, straight line. Her heart felt heavy and irritated.

Qiao Yu was still a little stubborn and couldn’t help but ask Jiang Mei one more time, “Are you really not going to take it?”

Jiang Mei’s eyelashes fluttered down. Her voice was calm. “No.”

Qiao Yu was very disappointed. Kid, with that kind of attitude, you’ll lose your partner easily. Not being proactive in chasing your wife is a sign of a flawed mindset. But Jiang Mei had always had this gloomy, distant personality, so she wasn’t surprised. Qiao Yu casually rolled up her sleeves. “It seems that helping the female lead fall in love is a long and arduous journey.”

Her small face scrunched up into a ball, and she asked the system, uncertainly, “I’m not going to be stuck here until Jiang Mei gets a girlfriend, am I?”

Qiao Yu instantly felt like her world was caving in. What kind of tragic fate do I have in this life?!

To better understand Song Wanying’s every move, Qiao Yu, with Meng E’s enthusiastic explanation, quickly joined Song Wanying’s fan club and spent a massive amount of money to get herself to the top of the leaderboard.

In the back row, Jiang Mei watched Qiao Yu enthusiastically holding her phone and voting for Song Wanying, her heart sinking.

Does she really like Song Wanying that much?