A Sweet Soft Alpha and a Psycho-Beauty Go Viral Online (GL) - Chapter 11

Qiao Sanghe gently tapped Yu Wanyin’s cheek with her fingertip, as if trying to leave her scent behind—like a silent declaration that this woman belonged only to her.

She didn’t know when it began, but Qiao Sanghe’s possessiveness toward Yu Wanyin had become overwhelming. Everything now felt inseparable from her. Whenever she felt anxious or vulnerable, Yu Wanyin’s presence became her strongest source of comfort, dispelling fear like sunlight through clouds.

Their story had started as a complete accident. Hiring Yu Wanyin as her assistant afterward had been a deliberate choice. Right after that incident, Qiao had someone investigate her background. Normally, her personality would never allow her to let such a thing slide—at the very least, she would’ve made the other party pay. But upon learning more about Yu Wanyin, something in her shifted. Wanyin’s circumstances evoked an unexpected sympathy, and more importantly, the incident hadn’t been her fault. The real culprit had already received Qiao’s revenge.

That was why her attitude toward Yu Wanyin had been different from the start—and why their bond had deepened the way it did.

And as they continued filming this reality show, that bond only grew stronger. Wanyin was someone who could tolerate her, truly tolerate her. No one else could manage that. She had become the perfect Alpha match for Qiao Sanghe—someone she would never let go of.

Qiao’s gaze softened. “Come here. Let me hold you.”

Yu Wanyin moved closer, already knowing Qiao Sanghe feared the cold. She wrapped her arms tightly around her. Qiao slipped her icy hands around Wanyin’s warm waist, immediately soothed.

“If you ever want to hold me,” Wanyin said gently, “I’ll be there—no matter where, no matter when. Just say the word.”

Qiao nodded, satisfied, and as a reward, left a soft kiss near her ear, then slid down to her shoulder and gave a playful bite. A small jolt of pain followed.

Yu Wanyin bit her lip, her expression barely restrained. Even in the darkness, the viewers could feel the heat in the air—the way that flicker of pain transformed into something dangerously seductive.

Too bad she couldn’t see her face clearly. The lighting was far too dim. If it had been brighter, Qiao Sanghe would’ve taken her time to admire that expression—every little detail exposed under the lights.

Qiao had always known she wasn’t like most people. Somewhere deep in her bones was a kind of elegant madness. She had the nerve to do what others wouldn’t even dare to dream of. Her preferences were… intense. Sometimes she wanted to lock Yu Wanyin in a room, flood it with light, and study every twitch of pleasure, every flicker of restraint, as it broke down under her gaze.

Once this episode wrapped, and they had time, she would absolutely make that fantasy come true.

Yu Wanyin, unaware of the thoughts running through Qiao’s mind, was focused on something else—the numbers etched on the bottom of the cherry cake plate. She suspected they were part of a clue. To confirm, she hoped the next draw would let her pick the cake again.

Unfortunately, luck didn’t cooperate. Every draw afterward had something to do with increasing or decreasing the number of dance tracks played.

Two days later, they finally drew the special cherry cake event again. By then, the other guests had also escaped from the twelfth floor and entered the mysterious eleventh-floor ballroom. The space was no longer theirs alone. As more time passed on this floor, Qiao Sanghe grew increasingly impatient. Still, without a clear clue on how to move forward, she could only rely on Yu Wanyin.

Luckily, Wanyin had long since pieced things together. During their brief free-roam exploration, she’d realized that the only object aligned with the cherry cake hint—divided into north, south, east, and west—was the “art wall.” But there were no visible clues on it. That meant something else was needed to reveal them.

Eventually, Qiao drew a task that required her to “take photos of someone she loved.” That was the breakthrough.

Yu Wanyin figured it out: they needed to take photographs of the “art wall” from different time points and angles, aligned with the cake’s clues. These photos, once assembled, would reveal an image—the view of the opposite floor.

“Qiao Qiao,” Wanyin said, her voice trembling with excitement. “We can leave now.”

She had been exhausted after days trapped on the 11th floor, but the relief was immense.

Even Qiao Sanghe, normally so composed, sounded thrilled. “Perfect.”

“The exit is between two buildings,” Wanyin explained. “There’s a narrow door. If we slip through, we’ll reach the 10th floor.”

“Let’s go then,” Qiao said, not hesitating for a second.

Both of them had been drained from the days of puzzle-solving. The moment the exit opened, they made a beeline for it.

And just like that, Qiao Sanghe and Yu Wanyin became the first team to escape from the eleventh floor, once again hitting the trending charts in the live stream.

Comments flooded in:
“Honestly, I thought they were the weakest pair—but their teamwork is insane.”

“Can we pay to watch their kisses? I need the uncut version.”

“I never thought I’d be seduced by a kiss. There’s nothing fake about their chemistry. It’s pure desire.”

Thanks to Wanyin, they’d earned top credit for the escape. Qiao turned to her with an unreadable smile. “I’m really impressed with you. When we get back, I’ll make sure you’re properly rewarded.”

Wanyin’s heart skipped a beat.

Why did that not sound like a good thing?

After the episode wrapped, the first few guests to escape were granted a brief rest period.

One afternoon during her break, Yu Wanyin received a package. Inside was something that made her bl00d run cold.

A full-on succubus costume—tight latex bodysuit, cuffs, tail, rope, wax candles, gag ball, and a training collar. Every piece made her cheeks burn and her hands sweat.

Was she really supposed to wear something this risqué?

Was this… part of the job too??

Just then, her phone rang.

Qiao Sanghe’s sultry, teasing voice came through like silk and smoke:
“Yin Yin… Do you like the reward I prepared for you?”