After Entering a Romance Reality Show Disguised as a Man to Win Over All the Female Leads - Chapter 6

A long time ago, it seemed there was a similar incident—a flowerpot had fallen from the sky, nearly hitting her head. Luckily, Lian Langsheng had been quick enough to pull her away. The massive pot had brushed against her clothes before shattering on the ground, shards flying everywhere. Rong Yu had been too terrified to speak, until Lian Langsheng suddenly leaned in, breaking her fear by asking: “What? Stunned?”

Rong Yu snapped out of the memory and pursed her lips in silence.

Just now, she had clearly seen countless transparent silver threads extending from Lin Mengxing’s body. A moment before the billboard hit, those threads had already entangled the sign in mid-air. The silver threads were like silk spun by some insect—light and soft, yet as hard as iron. In an instant, they had crushed the sign until it deformed, and with a flick of Lin Mengxing’s hand, it was tossed far away.

The countless silver threads didn’t vanish immediately. Part of them retracted into her body, but another part…

Rong Yu looked down at her wrist, which was being gently encircled by a silver thread. The thread rubbed against her skin as it moved upward, winding around her wrist in a lingering, affectionate manner.

Ever since Lin Mengxing appeared, that pervasive, heavy scent of lily perfume had been drifting through the air. Rong Yu felt as if she had been dropped into a vat of nectar; her every breath was filled with that fragrance.

Now, Rong Yu was absolutely certain: this was Mental Power.

Lin Mengxing was definitely a female lead from an ABO world!

By the time she blinked again, the silver threads on her wrist were gone. Everything had happened in a heartbeat. Passing pedestrians hadn’t noticed a thing; it was as if it had been a mere hallucination.

Rong Yu looked at her bare wrist, then at Lin Mengxing, pretending she hadn’t noticed anything. “Thank you.”

The girl with the cat-ear hairstyle crossed her arms and looked at her. “Since you want to thank me, give me a ride.” She opened her palm, revealing the room key she had just drawn from the host. “Our accommodations are very close to each other.”

Rong Yu paused. Recalling the plot of the novel, Lin Mengxing’s lodging was indeed very close to the one “Rong Yu” occupied.

A frantic patter of footsteps came from behind. Mu Shuiqing ran over from a distance, her usually expressionless face full of panic. Her crimson eyes scanned Rong Yu up and down for a long time. Only after confirming she wasn’t hurt did Mu Shuiqing breathe a sigh of relief and return to her stoic state.

Rong Yu didn’t fully understand Mu Shuiqing’s current persona, but she knew the young Lian Langsheng. If she showed worry on the surface, her heart must be in absolute turmoil. Rong Yu patted Mu Shuiqing’s shoulder. “Relax, I’m fine. Thanks to Miss Lin, she saved my life.”

Lin Mengxing glanced at Mu Shuiqing with an unreadable look in her eyes. “You’re too polite. I just have… slightly faster reflexes than an ordinary person.”

The “ordinary person,” Mu Shuiqing, clenched her hands at her sides. She looked up at Lin but said nothing. In a corner where Lin Mengxing couldn’t see, the little paper doll in Mu Shuiqing’s pocket threw an indignant punch at the air.

The atmosphere suddenly turned awkward.

Rong Yu cleared her throat. “Shuiqing, it’s like this—Miss Lin wants us to give her a lift.”

Mu Shuiqing looked at the ground and muttered, “She has her own car.”

Lin Mengxing tilted her head toward Rong Yu. “I can’t drive.” She spread her hands, her kitten-like face full of honesty. “Can’t be helped. My family is poor; I couldn’t afford driving school.”

Rong Yu: “…” If this were the original Lin Mengxing, who actually came from an ordinary background, Rong Yu might have believed it. But after seeing those silver threads, she didn’t believe for a second that this “Strongest Female Lead” from her ABO novel—who could pilot starships—couldn’t drive a car.

However, since Lin Mengxing had just saved her life, Rong Yu didn’t expose her. She softly asked Mu Shuiqing, “Shuiqing, is that okay with you?”

Having loved Lian Langsheng since childhood, Rong Yu had almost zero resistance toward Mu Shuiqing, who so closely resembled the young Lian. Since she was currently in a “dating show,” even if she was a “male guest,” giving a ride to a female guest who wasn’t her partner required her partner’s consent.

This time, Mu Shuiqing didn’t argue. She slowly pursed her lips and nodded.

Rong Yu ran to the car provided by the crew. She opened the door, and Mu Shuiqing immediately snatched the front passenger seat, giving Lin Mengxing a cold look before climbing in. Lin Mengxing, a step too late, shrugged and sat in the back.

Rong Yu took the driver’s seat and pulled out the golden key. The back of the key had a QR code. Even though Rong Yu already knew the location, she pretended to scan it to bring up the navigation.

As they drove, Lin Mengxing moved to the seat directly behind Rong Yu. Rong Yu instinctively checked the rearview mirror and met Lin’s gaze. Lin Mengxing tilted her head with a smirk, twirling a lock of curly hair around her finger while staring intently at her.

Lin’s cat-like eyes were bright and piercing. That intense gaze was hard to ignore. Rong Yu uncomfortably adjusted her seatbelt and considered tilting the mirror away.

The next moment, she felt a tingling, numbing sensation on the back of her neck. It felt as if something soft and slightly sticky was rubbing against her skin.

Rong Yu reached back to touch her neck but felt nothing. Yet as soon as she pulled her hand away, the sensation returned.

A wild guess surfaced: Is this… Lin Mengxing’s Mental Power?

Rong Yu wanted to look back, but she was driving and had to stay still. A moment later, that tingling sensation became warm and moist, spreading throughout her body. She looked down at her wrist; she saw nothing, but it felt as if her fingertips were being gently enveloped and licked. Even the back of her hand flushed red. Her skin felt a heat and softness that seemed to seep into her very bones. It was like having countless soft feathers brushing against her nerves. Despite the car’s ventilation, her temperature spiked and her breathing became shallow.

Rong Yu was certain Lin Mengxing wasn’t using much power, or else she would have completely lost her composure on the spot. Even so, her hands began to tremble on the steering wheel.

After another “caress” across a sensitive spot, Rong Yu slammed on the brakes. The car screeched to a halt by the roadside. Her arms were shaking.

Mu Shuiqing immediately looked over and saw Rong Yu’s flushed face. “What’s wrong?” She unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned in, pressing a hand to Rong Yu’s forehead. The heat made her gasp. “Do you have a fever?”

Mu Shuiqing clearly lacked experience in caretaking; she only knew to ask that one question. But she didn’t realize Rong Yu’s body was currently echoing with the aftershocks of intense stimulation. The touch of those cold hands only triggered another wave of shivers.

From the backseat, Lin Mengxing crossed her legs and leaned back. “Is Rong Yu unwell? Perhaps Miss Mu should drive instead. I heard the young ladies of Hong Kong are quite skilled behind the wheel.”

Rong Yu: “…” This person is doing this on purpose.

Mu Shuiqing turned even colder. She stepped out of the car and walked around to the driver’s side. Her voice carried a rare hint of anxiety: “Switch. You go to the passenger seat.”

Rong Yu nodded, struggling to get out. Mu Shuiqing supported her; despite looking slender, her grip was firm. Rong Yu’s limbs were so numb she could barely walk, but Mu Shuiqing moved her forward without a change in expression.

Lin Mengxing rolled down the window. “Rong Yu, you really need to exercise more. Having a fever just from driving? Such a weak constitution.”

Rong Yu’s lip twitched. Mu Shuiqing glared at Lin, but Lin just shrugged.

As Mu Shuiqing led Rong Yu toward the passenger door, Lin Mengxing suddenly threw open her door. With one hand around Rong Yu’s waist and the other on her wrist, she pulled. Before Rong Yu knew what was happening, she was half-lying in the backseat. Lin Mengxing sat by the door and “click”—locked it.

Rong Yu: “?” Is this the speed of a top-tier Enigma from an ABO world?

Outside, Mu Shuiqing began pulling at the handle. Lin Mengxing blinked at her through the glass. “She’s not feeling well. Miss Mu, please be a dear and go buy two bottles of water.”

Mu Shuiqing looked murderous. Her crimson eyes seemed to swirl with dark intent. Rong Yu even saw the little paper doll in her pocket brandishing a tiny paper knife, swinging it wildly in the air.

“Don’t worry,” Lin Mengxing smiled. “I remember our agreement.”

Agreement? Rong Yu was stunned. What agreement? I’m the author, how do I not know about this?

To her surprise, Mu Shuiqing actually nodded and turned to go to a nearby convenience store. Suddenly, it was just her and Lin Mengxing in the cramped cabin.

“Who are you, really?” Lin Mengxing asked.

Rong Yu blinked. “What?”

Lin Mengxing rested her chin on her hand, her cat-like eyes scanning her. Her next words sent a shockwave through Rong Yu: “The ‘Rong Yu’ in the original story… wasn’t he a man?”

She leaned in and began straightening Rong Yu’s messy collar. Her fingers moved with a practiced, intimate familiarity that made Rong Yu daze.

Rong Yu’s first thought was: I’m dead. According to the defense mechanisms of the Brain World, she should be kicked out now for being “out of character.” She waited for the world to shatter, but… nothing happened. This meant Lian Langsheng’s consciousness accepted her as a woman.

“Tell you what,” Lin Mengxing continued. “I’ll tell you who I am, and in return, you tell me who you are.”

It sounded fair, but Rong Yu was hesitant. If she said the wrong thing, would she be expelled from the dream?

“Believe it or not,” Lin said, “the world we are in is a novel. And you are the male lead destined for a harem and a grand prize. As for me, I am the Enigma daughter of Admiral Lin Zhao from the year 2379. In my world, we have three genders: Alpha, Beta, and Omega. I am the hidden fourth gender.”

Rong Yu played along, feigning shock. “What? This world is a novel?! And… what is a ‘fourth gender’?”

Lin Mengxing narrowed her eyes, then leaned in and whispered: “It’s… like… this—”

The heat wave returned, more violent than before. Rong Yu curled into a ball, trembling as she gripped the handle. Dammit! When she wrote the Mental Power for her ABO novel, she didn’t realize it would be this terrifying!

“Can you feel it?” Lin whispered. “I’m an Enigma. I can turn any human into my personal Omega.”

Rong Yu couldn’t look up. She deeply regretted giving her protagonist such an overpowered “bug” of a setting just to protect her from being bullied.

As her consciousness began to blur from the physical reaction, she heard Lin continue: “Even if you don’t have a scent gland, it doesn’t matter.”

BOOM.

The whole car shook violently, interrupting the conversation. The mental pressure vanished instantly. They both looked up to see a grim-faced Mu Shuiqing outside. Mu Shuiqing stared at Lin through the tinted film, her red eyes seemingly boiling with rage. Miss Lin, what are you doing?

Rong Yu caught a glimpse of what looked like two long blades appearing and disappearing behind Mu Shuiqing.

Lin Mengxing raised her hands, looking innocent. “I was just helping her because she felt unwell.”

Rong Yu scrambled out of the car and into the passenger seat as fast as she could. Mu Shuiqing didn’t get in immediately; she looked at Lin and said: “Get out.”

Lin’s smile finally faltered. After a standoff, she stepped out, and Mu Shuiqing instantly locked the doors, moving to the driver’s seat.

Rong Yu saw Lin Mengxing’s eye twitch in the mirror. Seeing her defeated, Rong Yu almost laughed. Lin Mengxing mouthed through the window: You still owe me an answer.

The drive to their lodging was peaceful; without Lin’s interference, Rong Yu’s “fever” vanished. She thought about what Lin had said. Lin had admitted to being a transmigrated lead. She had the Enigma setting—power capable of crushing any Alpha.

Lian Langsheng used to be a girl who should have been a proud heiress if not for her parents’ death. Proud but not arrogant, brave and curious. Rong Yu had written that ABO lead as a reflection of that “alternate” Lian Langsheng.

Now, she was torn. Mu Shuiqing was like the young, gloomy Lian. Lin Mengxing was like the proud, powerful version. Who was the real consciousness?

They arrived at a spacious, retro-style courtyard house (Siheyuan). Mu Shuiqing loved the place. She immediately began sticking yellow talismans behind the doors. “To ward off ‘vile people’,” she explained. Rong Yu strongly suspected she meant Lin Mengxing.

As they explored, Rong Yu found hidden cameras. The show was filming them secretly! She checked the live stream on her phone. The chat was full of people asking Mu Shuiqing to “read their fortunes” or asking if the house was haunted.

Seeing a comment about sleep paralysis, Rong Yu thought of the real Lian Langsheng. She walked out to Mu Shuiqing, who was lighting incense.

“Hey—if someone is asleep and can’t wake up, how do you solve that?”

Mu Shuiqing looked back. “A coma without waking is a sign of an overflowing Yin energy and a fading spiritual platform. I’d need to see their birth charts, but generally… they need a transfer of Yang energy.”

Rong Yu paused. “Transfer of Yang energy? How?” She hadn’t written this into her novel. Was it a new rule of the dream?

Mu Shuiqing reached out a hand and tapped her own red lips. Then, she turned away stiffly to plant the incense, her ears flushed a deep pink.