After Transmigrating into a Book, I Finally Have an Omega - Chapter 3

Nanxi’s hand was hot. As her thumb rested on Cen Xin’s chin, that body heat—which clearly didn’t belong to Cen Xin—spread instantly.

Cen Xin yielded to the pressure, her soft lips parting slightly. She involuntarily raised her chin to meet Nanxi’s scrutiny.

Amidst the scent of peppermint, there was something else—a floral fragrance Cen Xin had never smelled before. It lingered around Nanxi’s wrists, drifting into Cen Xin’s nose in thin, delicate threads.

Cen Xin couldn’t find a place to rest her gaze. The distance was too close—so close that her entire field of vision was filled with Nanxi. Those long, curved eyebrows; bright, elegantly shaped eyes; an aquiline nose that gave her a heroic air; and those lips…

She had no intention of being disrespectful, but with just one look, Cen Xin couldn’t control her racing heart. A flush climbed to the tips of her ears and began to spread.

Nanxi’s smile had somehow gained a sharp edge, like the facets of a diamond reflecting sunlight—dazzling and brilliant.

Cen Xin slowed her breathing and gradually relaxed her features. “I overheard their plan.”

“Oh?”

Chao Nanxi let go of her hand and gave an noncommittal response. She picked up the fallen alcohol bottle and took a cotton swab from the first-aid kit.

The little assistant was a decent actress, but she couldn’t fool Nanxi in the end. Ultimately, she just lacked experience. Chao Nanxi had climbed from the bottom of the entertainment industry to the top and had seen countless “monsters and demons,” not to mention she made her living by acting.

The sensation on her chin lingered like a ghost. Cen Xin clenched her hands, finally making up her mind. “They intentionally let you lose control. They had two plans.”

Cen Xin hadn’t intended to say this, but she feared she might never get another chance. She and Nanxi weren’t exactly close, yet Nanxi had protected her once today.

The assistant’s expression suddenly turned resolute, and her speech was much faster than before. This part was true.

“If the matter couldn’t be suppressed, they were going to take advantage of the crisis to give your resources to others. If it could be suppressed, they’d use the incident to keep you under their thumb.”

Cen Xin grew sad as she spoke, instinctively feeling that Nanxi shouldn’t have to experience such things.

“Give me your hand.”

“Huh?” Cen Xin was surprised. Nanxi didn’t ask any follow-up questions.

“Thank you for coming prepared, and thank you for getting me out of a dangerous situation,” Chao Nanxi said, the corners of her mouth curving up as she held her palm out to Cen Xin. “Let’s call it a mutual exchange of favors. You got hurt for me, so I have to take responsibility, right?”

Cen Xin spread her hand open following that unhurried tone. There were scratches on her fingertips and the back of her hand, likely from when she smashed the window.

“This little injury…”

Before she could finish, Nanxi took her hand. The alcohol hit the wound, burning like a needle sting.

“What are your plans for later?”

Chao Nanxi let go. She could feel the sweat in the little assistant’s palm. Cen Xin’s courage was sometimes sky-high, yet sometimes excessively small.

Interesting.

Cen Xin tucked her hands behind her back. “I…” What plans could she have? She’d been fired.

“Let’s go to the office together.”

Chao Nanxi stood up, her gaze sweeping toward the broken window. Her back was turned, so Cen Xin couldn’t see the ruthlessness in her eyes. Wang Lan was gone, but the studio’s problems weren’t solved yet.

Going through evidence and firing people one by one was an option, but a “clean sweep” was more Chao Nanxi’s style. However, she was new to this world and didn’t have her old foundation. What should she do?

She searched her phone; there were no contacts other than the studio staff. No social life, no family—by all appearances, the original Nanxi had been “PUA-ed” (psychologically manipulated) by a group of leeches.

She closed her eyes and began to reminisce. She pushed her memories back further and further until she finally found a memory of family from two years ago.

Family? The word was foreign to Chao Nanxi, but if it was to solve her current problem, she was willing to be thick-skinned enough to reconnect.

Recalling a phone number with some effort, Nanxi dialed. She was mentally rehearsing what tone to use when the call suddenly connected.

She didn’t realize she had accidentally hit the speakerphone. The other person’s tone was extremely unpleasant: “So you finally remembered how to call?”

Chao Nanxi didn’t have many details to work with. She paused and replied, “Brother, I need your help.”

Cen Xin didn’t have the habit of eavesdropping. She walked outside the room and waited by the door. Before closing it, she looked at Nanxi and ultimately chose not to leave without saying goodbye. She’d work one last day for her, if only to repay the favor of treating her wounds.

Chao Nanxi never imagined that her brief moment of contemplation would be perceived by the little assistant as a heart-wrenching loneliness.

Nanxi skipped the pleasantries and got straight to the point: “Brother, can you help me investigate everyone in my studio as quickly as possible?”

“Investigate? Are you joking?” The man clearly didn’t believe her. This request contradicted everything Nanxi had done in the past. He instinctively assumed Wang Lan was using Nanxi again.

“I just sent Wang Lan to the police station. If you don’t believe me, you can check. I’ll explain the details next time. Right now, I want those who owe me to pay the price.”

After hanging up, Chao Nanxi shook her head. Why did the original Nanxi throw away a powerful family just to stick with someone like Wang Lan?

Wait… Nanxi suddenly thought of something but couldn’t quite grasp it: The original female lead, Song Zhongxia, was very close to Wang Lan. Was there a connection between that and Song Zhongxia’s rise to fame?

“Sister Nan, are you okay?”

The room had gone silent. When Nanxi didn’t come out for a long time, Cen Xin got worried and knocked.

“Let’s go.”

Chao Nanxi took photos of the trashed room and sent them to her brother. “Is everyone from the studio at the office yet?”

Sitting in the car, Nanxi checked the time; it should be about right. She had wanted to change out of the red gown, but she found she had nothing to wear. Specifically, the original Nanxi’s bizarre fashion sense was something she couldn’t accept.

“They’re all there.” Cen Xin looked down at the group chat. Everyone was complaining about Nanxi’s lateness.

“Let them wait. Accompany me to buy a couple of outfits first.”

She really couldn’t wear those “overly artistic” clothes. The weird patterns and eye-searing color combinations—what on earth were they?!

Cen Xin didn’t miss the look of disgust on Nanxi’s face. This was highly unusual. These clothes had all been purchased for Nanxi by Wang Lan at high prices. Nanxi had never questioned Wang Lan’s aesthetic and refused to change no matter how many people advised her. What was wrong with her today?

At the mall entrance, Chao Nanxi didn’t plan on going in herself. “Go pick out a few simple outfits for me. Send me photos of anything that looks good.”

Cen Xin’s hand, which was on the car door, suddenly pulled back. “My… my phone camera is broken.”

“Then let’s go together.” Nanxi didn’t ask questions. She grabbed one of the bizarre outfits, ripped off the unnecessary extra fabric, and managed to put it on.

With a mask, sunglasses, and a hat as a disguise, Chao Nanxi and Cen Xin entered the mall.

“I usually don’t go shopping much, do I?” Nanxi felt this for the first time—she wasn’t being noticed. In the original book, Nanxi was at least a “talent” actress. Why did no one recognize her?

Cen Xin answered, “Before, you spent all your time at the theater when you weren’t filming. You had no other activities. Over time, everyone instinctively assumed Nanxi wouldn’t appear in public.”

There was one more thing Cen Xin didn’t say: Nanxi was so closely associated with weird clothes that if she suddenly unlinked the two, people probably wouldn’t believe it was her.

“Let’s see what they have…” Chao Nanxi stood before a directory and instinctively looked at the shoe floor. “Let’s go here!”

“Is Nanxi coming or not? Did anyone call Sister Wang?”

Inside the studio, the atmosphere was volatile. Those waiting were very impatient. They had been waiting for several hours since receiving the notice, but the person who called the meeting hadn’t shown up.

“I can’t reach Sister Wang for some reason. Let’s wait a bit longer. When Nanxi gets here, I’m definitely going to ask her what she means by making us wait this long.”

The speaker was just a minor publicist, but her tone was full of contempt.

“How about we order some afternoon tea? Anyway, it’ll be billed to Nanxi. Might as well eat for free.”

“Good idea! I heard the tea from a certain five-star hotel is great. Let’s get a headcount and I’ll place the order.”

Chao Nanxi stood outside the ajar door, hearing every word. Cen Xin watched her expression carefully but saw no reaction. Only that peppermint scent appeared again.

While the people inside were debating what to eat, Chao Nanxi’s phone vibrated. She looked down, the corners of her mouth curling up, and then she kicked the door open.

The door slammed against the wall and bounced back. The conference room went silent instantly. Everyone looked toward the door at the same time: it was Nanxi and Cen Xin.

Nanxi was wearing a short white shirt and black wide-leg pants over silver high heels. Simple and elegant—a complete departure from her usual style.

“Nanxi, we’ve been waiting here for ages. You didn’t do this on purpose, did you?”

The person complaining was Nanxi’s personal assistant. Compared to Cen Xin, she was closer to Nanxi.

Chao Nanxi smiled, but there was no warmth in her eyes. “They say the bird that sticks its head out gets shot. Let’s start settling the score with you.”

Author’s Note:

Little Assistant’s Work Diary:

She… treated my wounds.

Chao Nanxi: Going in for the touch (flirting) directly.