A Flirtatious Beauty Alpha Provokes a Crazy Omega - Chapter 1
Chapter 1: Spring
Early spring in Huai City: misty rain over green grass, the whole film studio soaked in a light fog.
Jiang Mi had just finished some pick-up shots in the studio. With a heavy cherry-blossom-pink wig still on her head, she stepped out and spotted her agent, Zhao Jia, waiting at the door. She shook her head dramatically.
“I’m done for.”
Zhao Jia quickly handed her a water bottle and whispered,
“I know, I know. You’ve worked so hard, baby. Let’s get you back to the lounge for a good massage.”
This wig commercial had been arranged by the company. When Zhao Jia agreed to it on Jiang Mi’s behalf, she had no idea there were over fifty styles to shoot. By the time filming started, it was clear they’d been set up. The business department had replied sarcastically: “Jiang Mi should be grateful to get an ad at all—don’t be picky.”
Jiang Mi didn’t think they were wrong, honestly. The company tailored its approach to the market.
Zhao Jia, however, was furious. Especially seeing Jiang Mi so exhausted she could barely sip water. She cursed the business team under her breath.
“You were super popular once. This is just humiliating.”
Jiang Mi unscrewed the cap and pulled the straw out from the thick lemon slice.
“Oh?”
Zhao Jia reminded her,
“Youth, My Ass! That show was a hit, right?”
“It really was,” Jiang Mi agreed wholeheartedly.
The internet loved how she delivered the line “My ass!”—a running joke among fans.
Zhao Jia chuckled bitterly. Jiang Mi had spent a whole month filming that series, but in the final cut, her scenes were reduced to a few shots. Fans jokingly nicknamed her “My Ass Jiang Mi.”
Still, watching Jiang Mi laugh about it herself made Zhao Jia feel both heartbroken and frustrated.
Jiang Mi sipped her water. As an Alpha—the most dominant gender in the ABO world—she had seductive, fox-like eyes that naturally gave her a teasing, wild aura. But her soft facial features and pink, dewy lips balanced that out. Right now, with her pink wig, she looked delicate and harmless.
She had the kind of look everyone liked. Add her top-tier acting skills, and she should’ve been a superstar.
But three years into her career, she was still stuck playing supporting roles in random productions.
Yes, the company was part of the problem, but so was she. Zhao Jia lacked industry connections. Without good resources, no artist could shine. Still, she was determined to make Jiang Mi a star.
“Mi Mi, no matter what, I believe you’ll one day stand on the biggest award stage.”
They’d worked together for years—Zhao Jia knew how talented she was. All she needed was one opportunity.
And that opportunity…
“This audition for Director Jiang’s new movie—if we land it, it’ll be a total game-changer.”
Jiang Mi rubbed her hairline, distressed.
“I know.”
She had no idea how much hair she’d lost today. Just avoiding wig ads in the future was motivation enough to land the role.
After a short break in the lounge, Jiang Mi yawned and got into the car. It was a 40-minute drive from the studio to the suburbs of Huai City. The afternoon rain had stopped, the greenery looked freshly washed, and the sky had turned crisp and clear. She leaned against the window, breathing in the cool, moist air, finally feeling more human.
Her shoulder-length brown hair brushed against her cheeks as she stared out the window, her eyes instinctively drawn to a giant LED billboard in the distance.
It was a new jewelry ad. A woman with jet-black hair and sharp, phoenix-like eyes wore a simple, elegant necklace. Her full lips were painted with a soft matte color. She looked distant, regal, and untouchable.
That woman felt further away than ever—out of reach, yet impossible to ignore.
“She really is queen-tier. From the moment it was announced that Yan Wei would star in Spring, the trending searches haven’t stopped. A comeback with an R-rated script, plus Director Jiang at the helm—this movie’s going to explode. Mi Mi, I heard Director Jiang’s already in Huai City. Should I try to get you a meeting with him?” Zhao Jia followed her gaze and suggested.
Jiang Mi looked away from the screen and thought for a moment.
“…Probably not.”
“Come on. You’re auditioning for a tiny side character with like two lines. What if he sees you and takes a liking? Maybe you could score a bigger role—what if you get to act opposite Yan Wei? Isn’t she your idol?”
“Let it go,” Jiang Mi said.
A director like Jiang Qu was impossible to approach without strong industry connections. Zhao Jia was being idealistic. Who knows what they’d have to trade to even meet him?
“Besides, the role I’m going for is actually pretty interesting. I want to give it a real shot. And let’s be honest—do I look like I can pull off an R-rated scene? I haven’t even done a kissing scene!”
“You’ll learn! Even your part has a little spicy scene, right? What are you afraid of?”
“…Okay, first of all, don’t make a serious film sound like smut, alright? Director Jiang’s films are artistic—sensual but tasteful,” Jiang Mi corrected.
“Of course, of course. Yan Wei picked this script for a reason. I’ll find you some lines from other characters—just in case.”
Jiang Mi nodded.
“I’ll memorize them. But no shady backdoor deals.”
“As if it’s that easy to open a backdoor anyway.”
Sometimes, Zhao Jia wondered if Jiang Mi was too relaxed and Zen-like for the cutthroat entertainment industry. But at the same time, she had this fire—something that made you believe she could make it.
Zhao Jia handed over a tablet.
“Look, I know you’re talented. But since this audition involves a passion scene, I found some reference clips for you. From Yan Wei’s past films—you’ll pay more attention that way.”
Jiang Mi: “…”
Wow. Rude.
She took the tablet and heard Zhao Jia ask,
“Oh right, are you heading back to the hotel after visiting your neighbor?”
“Yeah… My mom doesn’t like me staying in hotels all the time. Since all my gigs are in Huai City lately, she asked if I could stay there temporarily. But I feel weird imposing.”
She hadn’t seen that “sister” in years.
“Should I come pick you up later?”
“No need. What if we end up chatting and she insists I stay over?”
“…Fine.”
Just before putting on her headphones, Jiang Mi said with a nostalgic smile:
“I wonder if she still remembers me.”
That older girl had moved into the neighborhood in winter—and moved out the same winter. They hadn’t spent much time together, but Jiang Mi vividly remembered sitting on icy benches watching the snow fall. It was one of those quiet memories that lingered.
But maybe the other person had already forgotten.
Zhao Jia looked amazed.
“A childhood neighbor you haven’t seen in forever—and you still managed to reconnect?”
Jiang Mi explained: her mom had contacted the neighbor’s mom. The house in Huai City belonged to the older sister, who now worked in the same industry, and there was also a younger sister doing a PhD.
Jiang Mi added,
“I heard the older sister is in showbiz too. Who knows—maybe you’ll end up helping her out.”
Zhao Jia patted her chest.
“Your sister is my sister. If she’s got potential, I’ll even sign her.”
Just before putting on her headphones, Jiang Mi said dreamily:
“She’s gentle, beautiful, kind—really, the best.”
…
With noise-canceling headphones on, Jiang Mi casually clicked a reference clip.
She had actually already visited the house a few days ago, guided by the younger sister. Yesterday, she messaged again: the older sister had come back late at night—did she want to meet?
Jiang Mi had been waiting for the chance.
She was… very excited.
What did her “sister” look like now?
The screen played soft, breathy music. As the scene faded in, Jiang Mi’s mind involuntarily filled with Yan Wei’s cold, mesmerizing face—those sharp phoenix eyes. Her breath caught.
Beads of sweat on her nose, parted lips, wet hair cascading over her shoulders… Yan Wei’s head tilted back, camera zooming in on her white neck, veins pulsing, a single drop of sweat trailing along her jawline.
She looked so damp. Soft. Vulnerable.
Then the camera panned back up. Her trembling lashes fluttered open. Her gaze, no longer passionate—was ice cold, murderous.
One glance—and all that heat turned to frost.
Jiang Mi’s scalp tingled.
She cracked the car window. A breeze carrying the scent of spring rushed in, calming her racing heart. Once again, she was utterly conquered by Yan Wei’s performance.
Zhao Jia always encouraged her, but Jiang Mi didn’t care much about fame. Still, every time she saw Yan Wei, something deep inside her stirred—like a seed finally touched by water. She wanted to grow.
Zhao Jia called it “idol effect.”
Jiang Mi didn’t finish the video. She got carsick, closed the tablet, and leaned back for a nap. But it wasn’t restful. She woke up with her gland throbbing, a faint scent of her own pheromones in the air—something only she could detect.
She remembered how, in the past, both Alphas and Omegas could recognize each other’s pheromones easily.
But thanks to ABO gene evolution, scents had become more private. Even in heat, most people could mask them.
Except in two cases.
One: voluntarily releasing pheromones to signal attraction—strong enough for even Betas to detect.
Two: rare “perfectly matched” AO pairs.
There were only ten such pairs known globally. Even among them, mutual scent recognition was rare.
Jiang Mi unconsciously rubbed the gland on the back of her neck. The tension from her dream had triggered a mild release—but it wasn’t strong enough for anyone nearby to notice.
She exhaled and checked her phone.
A message from the younger sister:
“Jiang-jie, my advisor just called me in. I’m heading to campus. My sister’s home—you can go straight in!”
Her first reaction was nervous. They hadn’t seen each other in so long. Even as she exited the car, she was still wondering what kind of impression she should make. What should her first words be?
Zhao Jia hadn’t followed. Jiang Mi used GPS to find the apartment. She took the elevator to the 17th floor.
Taking off her mask, she neatened her hair.
Be warm and friendly, she thought. That’ll help us reconnect faster.
She rang the doorbell.
In her head, she rehearsed her greeting in different tones:
“Sister… hi, Sister… long time no see…”
After ten seconds, click—the door opened.
Jiang Mi smiled brightly and took a step forward, speaking cheerfully,
“Hi, Sister—”
But the moment she saw the woman, her eyes widened. Her brain froze, breath caught. Her ankle twisted, and she stumbled forward—
Out of instinct, she caught the woman in her arms to avoid knocking her over.
Their bodies collided. In that instant, Jiang Mi smelled the rich scent of ripe fruit and soft honey—like brandy.
She instantly let go and looked up.
And crashed into a pair of cold, familiar eyes.
How was she dreaming… in broad daylight?
And how could it really be…
Yan Wei?!