After Transmigrating into the Book, I Bent the Heroine O - Chapter 13

For a long time, the prevailing trend in the domestic market has been survival-style reality shows to form groups. It is still rare for a group to be finalized internally before debuting. Without the benefit of pre-accumulated popularity from a show, the members need even stronger skills to lay the groundwork for attracting fans.

When the project plan was being formulated, the Vice President had asked He Lingxing if she wanted to consider a talent show like before. After all, groups from their company’s previous shows were—if not massive hits—at least steady performers that didn’t lose money, and some had even been popular within niche circles for a while.

He Lingxing rejected the proposal without a second thought.

In the original plot of the book, these girls had come up through a talent show. However, until the company’s internal culture was thoroughly cleaned up, they would likely fall victim, to some degree, to those lurking in the shadows.

If it were a talent show, with a massive influx of people, He Lingxing wouldn’t have the time to monitor everyone individually. It would likely be much more chaotic than it was now. The major incident that led to the company’s bankruptcy in the original book was beginning to brew around this time; she had to stay vigilant.

The girl with the twin tails staring at her was named Le Jiaxuan. Her elegant and sweet looks made her appear very young—her actual age was only eighteen, and it was said she had only recently completed her differentiation.

At first, He Lingxing thought she was looking at her because she wanted to start a conversation, but Le Jiaxuan only approached to ask a couple of questions before leaving.

“CEO He, are you an Omega?” the girl asked, her smile pure and sweet.

Upon receiving an affirmative answer, Le Jiaxuan’s smile widened, revealing two very cute, sharp little canine teeth. “You smell very nice, CEO He. Like peach blossoms blooming out of season in winter.”

In this world, such a compliment directed at an Omega is usually a sign of romantic interest from the opposite sex, but Le Jiaxuan’s eyes held only pure admiration without a trace of ulterior motives. After speaking, she returned to her small group, looking a bit embarrassed.

He Lingxing didn’t pay it much mind. She gave a few instructions to the mentors overseeing them and left. After all, she didn’t come from a singing or dancing background; her role was purely one of observation and supervision. The new mentors recruited this time had all been personally vetted by her, so there shouldn’t be any major issues with their character.

However, back in her office sitting at her computer, a sense of trance returned to her mind just as she finished processing a music album contract.

Her mental memory was filled entirely with Le Jiaxuan’s smile, yet the smile itself was indistinct—it seemed to gradually overlap with someone else’s.

In truth, Le Jiaxuan’s looks were somewhat in the same vein as Shu Minglan’s. Both had that “pure yet seductive” and “sweet yet cool” appearance, capable of pulling off multiple styles perfectly. Shu Minglan also had a great figure; if it weren’t for the potential physical limitations of being an Omega, she would actually be quite suited to shine on stage.

She hadn’t seen Shu Minglan for a few days and didn’t know when she would return or when the next key plot point would unfold.

In her daze, she unconsciously opened a short-video app on her computer. After typing “Shu Minglan” into the search bar, a pile of moderately popular fan-edit videos popped up.

#PureYetSeductive: On First-Love Goddess Shu Minglan’s Power in Photoshoots#

#The Buried National First Love, a Huaxia-style Beauty. 120-Second “Don’t Fall in Love” Challenge, Are You Ready?#

#Discovering a Niche Treasure! Shu Minglan is Truly Incredible!#

#Beauty is Like a Flower Separated by Clouds: Beauty Montage—Shu Minglan Edition#

He Lingxing clicked into the third video, a compilation of roles Shu Minglan had played, and was suddenly struck by the realization that her resources had always been quite poor. For the most part, she played supporting roles or second female leads. Although her acting was strong enough to carry a show, she rarely landed lead roles.

The first clip was from a period drama. Dressed in elaborate attire, the “dancer” Shu Minglan wore a white veil, her beautiful face partially hidden, revealing only a pair of soulful, shy eyes like black ink pearls.

The edit cut to the woman’s brilliant and passionate dance. She was imitating an exotic “Hu Xuan” dance, with gold bells jingling at her ankles. But in the next moment, Shu Minglan’s gentle gaze shifted abruptly; the soft spring water turned to ice in an instant as a long sword unsheathed with a sharp, fierce flourish!

It was an action sequence that would make any viewer applaud with excitement.

Laypeople watch for the spectacle, while experts watch for the technique. He Lingxing had studied Judo and practiced martial arts, so she could clearly see that Shu Minglan must have trained intentionally. Every move and stance carried a resonance that couldn’t be mimicked through simple imitation.

For an Omega’s relatively fragile body, learning martial arts is much harder than it is for an Alpha or a Beta, yet Shu Minglan’s action scenes were on par with many others. Hardworking people always earn the admiration of others. He Lingxing rubbed her temples and began to recall the resources currently allocated to Shu Minglan.

But her thoughts were quickly interrupted by a phone call.

“Mom—?”

In the original host’s memory, contact with family was infrequent. He Lingxing froze for a moment upon hearing the voice before realizing it was her nominal mother. The woman’s clear voice came from the other end of the line. Despite not having been in touch for a long time, she didn’t show even a hint of concern for her.

“Xingxing, your Auntie Yu’s daughter arrives in Jiangcheng tonight, around 8:25. Drive to the airport to pick her up, and bring her home while you’re at it.”

The woman spoke with a tone that took compliance for granted; the relationship between the two families seemed good. He Lingxing, following the original host’s personality to avoid breaking character, paused intentionally before replying irritably:

“Is there no driver at home? You have to make me go?”

“Just go. Consider it a way to catch up. Haven’t you two not seen each other in ages?” Her mother’s voice softened, seemingly used to her attitude. “She just came back from studying abroad and came specifically to visit you. At least try to have a better attitude.”

“Fine, I got it!”

Excluding her occasional malicious acts, the original host’s personality was essentially that of a hot-tempered heiress. After her fierce reply, she hung up the phone.

Her memory of that person was a bit blurry; she only remembered that they had been good friends as children but had gone their separate ways and hadn’t seen each other in a long time.

Since she had agreed, she had to do it right. After receiving a WeChat message and asking about her preferences, He Lingxing took the time to book a private room at a five-star restaurant, entirely unaware that her mother was also wondering why her daughter was so easy to talk to this time.

The evening breeze was a bit chilly, yet He Lingxing only wore a thin, long khaki trench coat. Her clean white shirt and jeans made her waist look slender and her legs look straight and long.

The plane hadn’t landed yet. People at the airport were hurrying about with suitcases, creating a noisy, chaotic atmosphere. He Lingxing hadn’t arrived early—there were only a few minutes until the plane was due—so she didn’t bother waiting in the VIP lounge.

She opened her work app, intending to use the spare time to handle some summary reports, when a pair of pale palms suddenly covered her eyes, hovering just a tiny distance from her skin.

Accompanying the leaning motion was an extremely faint scent of cherry blossoms and a familiar voice. This time, Shu Minglan was not full of wariness as before; her voice carried a hint of joy:

“I didn’t expect to see you here.” The woman’s voice was soft and pleasant. “That dinner invitation we talked about before… can I redeem it now?”