The White Moonlight’s Exclusive Alpha (Entertainment) - Chapter 6

In Mu Xue’s private study, the slender woman sat in a large leather chair. The high, soft back almost enveloped her, making her appear even more delicate.

On the large, solid mahogany desk in front of her were several plastic file trays that didn’t match the style of the desk. They were filled with documents for various projects, each tray so full that it looked cluttered.

But Mu Xue wasn’t immersed in her work as usual. She was staring at the file open on her laptop, pondering Zhou Shu’s words as she left.

“I looked into those two. They’re not that impressive, really—one’s a useless heir, the other a third-tier male celebrity. But they’re both part of a small group called ‘Paradise.’ Qin Chang is a member too.” Zhou Shu thought for a moment and added, “Given the recent trending searches, it’s probably no coincidence that these two came to cause trouble for that Tang girl.”

Paradise was a notorious small group in the industry. Its members were all Omegas. It had originally split off from a more radical Omega rights organization, aiming to promote the theory that an Omega could have multiple Alphas. In its subsequent development, it became increasingly extreme. They firmly believed that Omegas were a superior gender to Alphas and that only by abandoning so-called “one-on-one” loyalty could an Omega be considered complete.

As a result, various “group parties” that were gossiped about by the public were a frequent occurrence, but only those in the industry knew that these people came from the same organization. Even though they had a very negative impact, as long as the partygoers were willing, there wasn’t much room for moral condemnation. However, several recent sexual assault cases involving Alphas were committed by people who all shared the same, a strange, deteriorated pheromone. This type of pheromone only appeared after an individual had been shallowly marked by more than ten Alphas in a very short period.

Mu Xue closed the file she had compiled on Paradise and called someone. The number belonged to Jiang Sheng, the director of Lime, the film Tang Xiaoyang and Qin Chang were working on.

“Hello, who is this?” A rather unfriendly male voice answered the phone. Jiang Sheng was a new director who had made a name for himself with youth-themed films. He had poured a lot of effort into the highly-invested Lime. Now, with one of the leads in disgrace and universally boycotted, the project was canceled after a month of filming. It was easy to imagine Jiang Sheng’s frustration.

“Director Jiang, it’s been a while. It’s Mu Xue.” The woman’s voice was low and steady, like a bucket of cold water splashing over the frazzled Jiang Sheng, making him shiver.

“M-Miss Mu, I’m sorry, I didn’t check the caller ID.” Jiang Sheng was both annoyed and ashamed, regretting that his idolized senior had seen him in such a desperate state.

“It’s fine…” The woman on the other end chuckled softly. “Think of it as more experience. You’ll inevitably run into these kinds of things as long as you continue to direct.”

“Uh, thank you, Miss Mu.” Jiang Sheng was both flattered and confused. There was no way the busy producer Mu would call him just to console him.

“Here’s the thing. I have a few questions for you.” The woman’s voice was unhurried. “What’s your take on the situation with Tang Xiaoyang and Qin Chang?”

“Well…” Jiang Sheng was even more bewildered. Since when did Mu Xue care about gossip?

“I have a project, and I had previously planned to cast those two. I’m now considering replacing them, and I’d like to hear your thoughts on them first,” the woman on the phone explained, sensing his confusion.

“Oh, I see.” Jiang Sheng thought, Of course, it’s Mu Xue. Despite all the online uproar, she still wanted to do her own investigation before changing the cast. He immediately spilled everything he knew.

“Qin Chang… is pretty much what the internet says he is. He’s popular, delicate, and very polite. But I always felt his gaze on Xiao Tang was a little strange—sort of, affectionate. To be honest, I always thought he had a crush on her.”

“Is that so?” The woman’s tone was calm, betraying no emotion. “And what about Tang Xiaoyang?”

“I was against casting Xiao Tang as the female lead at first. As you know, I was hoping to win an award with this film, and her popularity couldn’t compare to Qin Chang’s. But the investors, LeXiang Entertainment, were very firm…” Jiang Sheng recalled the meeting. “It felt like if I didn’t cast her, they would pull their investment immediately.”

Mu Xue chuckled. “It seems this company thinks highly of Tang Xiaoyang?”

“You’re being too kind,” Jiang Sheng laughed. “I thought the girl had definitely hooked up with a high-level executive at LeXiang. I spit on her behind her back multiple times.”

Mu Xue’s delicate eyebrows furrowed, and the finger she had been tapping on the table paused, but her voice remained unchanged. “Do you still think that?”

Jiang Sheng, naturally, couldn’t sense Mu Xue’s subtle displeasure on the other end of the line. He answered directly: “Later, I realized that wasn’t the case. This girl, Xiao Tang, is really good. She’s not afraid of hardship and doesn’t have any of those bad habits that come with being a ‘connected’ cast member. She’s just a bit solitary. She’d just sit by herself on set reading her script and barely interact with the other actors. LeXiang Entertainment didn’t even assign her an assistant. She ate the same boxed lunches as the extras.”

Mu Xue’s mind automatically conjured an image of the tall, long-legged girl curled up on a small stool, holding a lunch box with a look that said, “don’t approach.”

It was a little pitiful, and a little endearing. The woman with the phone pressed to her ear rested a hand on her forehead, a genuine smile playing on her lips.

But at the same time, she didn’t overlook the problem in Jiang Sheng’s words. From the initial attitude of LeXiang Entertainment, they seemed to place great importance on Tang Xiaoyang, but this importance only lasted until she was cast. Both on set and after the incident, the company didn’t provide Tang Xiaoyang with any help, and even added to her troubles when she was at her most vulnerable.

This was a setup against Tang Xiaoyang.

Who would benefit from this? Or rather, who had Tang Xiaoyang offended?

Names flashed through Mu Xue’s mind, and she dismissed each one. The person who orchestrated this plot wasn’t trying to gain something from Tang Xiaoyang. The liquidated damages LeXiang Entertainment collected from her, or Qin Chang’s increased popularity from the incident, weren’t enough to offset the financial losses of a major project like Lime being canceled.

The person who set up this plot simply wanted to ruin Tang Xiaoyang’s reputation and make sure she could never recover.

Mu Xue didn’t know who this person was yet, but they were now her enemy.

For now, she could only start with Qin Chang, even though she was certain he wasn’t the true mastermind.

So she continued to ask, “From what you’re saying, Tang Xiaoyang and Qin Chang weren’t close. So how did something like that happen?”

On the night of December 25, 2024, a video suddenly went viral online. The main characters were the popular idol Qin Chang and the unknown 18th-tier singer Tang Xiaoyang.

The video showed a hotel hallway. A bloody-faced Qin Chang was fleeing in a panic, and a frowning Tang Xiaoyang was stumbling after him. The two disappeared from the camera’s view together.

Shortly after, paparazzi released photos of Qin Chang being rushed to the hospital by his manager for treatment. It was rumored that his face had been hit with such force that two of his teeth had been knocked out.

Qin Chang’s fans, who were already furious about their idol working with such a nobody, erupted. They immediately got Tang Xiaoyang and the Lime crew trending on social media. The public was also outraged by Tang Xiaoyang’s brazen violence and demanded a thorough police investigation.

The police acted quickly, and the official statement they released the next day only added fuel to the fire. The statement said that the video did not prove Tang Xiaoyang had assaulted Qin Chang. The police had searched the hotel room where the two had been, but the surveillance cameras in the room were not working, and there were no witnesses who could prove Tang Xiaoyang’s guilt. Therefore, from a legal standpoint, Tang Xiaoyang was innocent.

When the statement was released, the entire internet was in an uproar. No one could accept that Tang Xiaoyang would be let off so easily. People started to scrutinize every detail of her life with a magnifying glass, picking apart her every Weibo post, trying to find any trace of violent tendencies in the 20-year-old girl.

Few people could withstand the malicious scrutiny of tens of thousands of people. Tang Xiaoyang did. Tens of thousands of people searched for an entire afternoon and couldn’t find a single substantial piece of negative information. Whether it was her lifestyle blogger-like Weibo filled with pictures of food and cats, or the content her few fans posted, everything showed she was a young person who seemed hard to get along with but had a rich inner world and worked diligently.

Just as the public was starting to believe the police might be right and that Tang Xiaoyang wasn’t guilty, Qin Chang’s statement was released. It said that Qin Chang had indeed had a conflict with Tang Xiaoyang at a hotel called “Juewei Hall” and was injured, and that his team agreed with the police’s judgment. Qin Chang’s mental state had been severely affected by the incident, and he hoped the public would stop pursuing the matter.

Ten minutes after the statement was released, a new piece of information was leaked.

Tang Xiaoyang was the illegitimate daughter of Tang Xuan, the chairman of the well-known pharmaceutical company, Tang’s Pharmaceuticals. The leaker provided a photo of Tang Xiaoyang meeting with Tang’s Group’s current president, Tang Mo, in a cafe. In the photo, Tang Mo was smiling, while Tang Xiaoyang’s face was still grim.

While the photo didn’t prove much, at that moment, it was enough.

It was like throwing a match into a bucket full of gasoline. Everyone’s anger now had a rational target.

“A powerful background,” “bullying the weak,” and “destroying evidence”—these were all phrases that would enrage any justice warrior, and they were firmly pinned on Tang Xiaoyang. People unanimously ignored Tang Xiaoyang’s previous struggling and anonymous life and began a massive and relentless public campaign against her.

Tang Xiaoyang’s Weibo account seemed to have been frozen; there was no sound from it. No one knew that right after the incident, Tang Xiaoyang’s phone had been confiscated by her company. She had been locked in a cold conference room for an entire day under the guise of discussing public relations. By the time she finally got her phone back, a verdict had already been reached.

The family that had always ignored her now became her original sin. Her Weibo page was filled with angry and self-righteous netizens, who repeatedly repeated the unproven crimes. Countless people participated in this frenzy that required no psychological burden.

At first, they listed her crimes. Then, they resorted to personal attacks. Finally, they concluded that this person should not exist.

On the day the hashtag “#TangXiaoyangGoToHell” went viral, Tang Xiaoyang deleted the 3,000-word explanation she had written on her phone.

She only posted four words: “I am still alive.”