A Sweet Soft Alpha and a Psycho-Beauty Go Viral Online (GL) - Chapter 2

When Yu Wanyin woke up, she found the bed beside her completely empty. Last night felt like a dream—intense and fleeting. If it wasn’t for the intimate, chaotic marks still left on her body, she might have convinced herself that it really was just a dream.

But she was sure it wasn’t.

Everything that happened had been real. It was just that the entire experience felt surreal. Her heat had come on hard and fast, and things had gotten out of control. She regretted what happened, but she wasn’t the kind of person to be irresponsible. Still, standing alone in the quiet, empty room, she couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of loss.

And with each passing hour, the whole night began to feel more and more like a blur.

She couldn’t even remember the woman’s face clearly—just that she was a stunning Omega.

But life had to move on.

A while later, she was unexpectedly let go from her job on the cruise ship. No explanation was given.

So, Yu Wanyin began sending out résumés again. She desperately needed work. Xiaoya’s illness wouldn’t allow her to take a break—not now. She was drowning in bills. The weight of survival was pressing down on her, suffocating.

After all, when someone can’t even meet their basic needs, how can they focus on anything else?

Right now, her only goal was to make money. No matter the job, if it paid—she will do it.

She scoured job sites, sent out countless applications, but barely landed any interviews. And when she did, there was never a follow-up. The job market was brutal. The frustration of endless rejection left her feeling helpless and defeated.

With a sigh, she kept scrolling, casting her net wider.

Just then, a job posting popped up in the trending section—”Celebrity Assistant Needed.”

It promised ¥20,000 a month, with room and board included, plus full benefits. A confidentiality agreement was required, and the qualifications were strict.

She carefully read the listing from top to bottom. Her hope sparked to life again. No matter what, if there was even a sliver of a chance, she had to try. She followed the instructions and submitted her résumé.

Even though a voice inside her said that a high-paying job like this wouldn’t go to someone like her, desperation kept her clinging to that one thin thread of hope.

Shaking off her doubts, she packed a meal in a thermal container and headed to the hospital. Her younger sister Xiaoya was still undergoing chemotherapy. The treatment and medications were outrageously expensive. At this rate, they would run out of funds soon—and a bone marrow transplant? Completely out of reach.

When she arrived, she found Xiaoya looking even weaker. Her once-long, dark hair had been shaved off, and she was now little more than skin and bone, the illness clearly taking its toll.

“Jie… You came,” Xiaoya said weakly.

“I did. How are you feeling today?” Wanyin asked gently. “I brought you some food. Try to eat a little, okay?”

Xiaoya shook her head and said with difficulty, “Jie, I want to leave the hospital…”

Wanyin frowned. “You need to keep up the treatment. The hospital is the best place for you.”

“I know we’re out of money,” Xiaoya said, growing upset. “Mom and Dad’s house was already sold to pay for my treatment. And now you’re stuck with me—so young, and already burdened by all this. I’m sorry, Jie.

But this illness… it’s not something that can be cured. I don’t want you to waste your life being dragged down by me. It’s better if I just go home…”

But Wanyin knew better. If Xiaoya went home, she will have no chance. She needed hospital care. She needed medication. Going home meant giving up.

“I’ll find a way,” Wanyin said firmly. “You don’t have to worry about money. I promise I’ll do whatever it takes to get you that transplant. You’ll live a normal life again.”

“But Jie—”

“No ‘buts.’ You have to trust me. You will get better. Don’t talk about giving up. You’ll break my heart.”

Xiaoya lowered her head, silent tears falling down her face. She couldn’t even begin to calculate how much a transplant would cost. And if by some miracle she was cured, how much more would her sister have to sacrifice? Wanyin had her own life. Why should she be shackled to this suffering?

“I’m sorry,” Xiaoya choked out. “I really am. I wish you will give up on me.”

“Don’t say that,” Wanyin whispered. “I’ll never give up on you. Overthinking isn’t going to help your recovery. I have to head to work now, but eat something, okay? I’ll come see you again after my shift.”

She left the room quickly, afraid that if she stayed a second longer, the tears she was holding back would fall.

No matter what happened, she wasn’t giving up on her sister. If working nonstop could save Xiaoya, she will do it. As long as it was legal, she will take any job.

Just as she thought that, her phone rang.

“Hello? This is Yu Wanyin… Ah, the interview?”

The voice on the other end lifted her spirits.

“Yes! I’ll be there on time.”

It was for the celebrity assistant position. She never thought they would actually call back. Now, more than ever, she needed to seize every opportunity. With interviews being so rare, she had to give it everything she had.

Wanyin changed into a more professional outfit, tied her hair in a neat ponytail, and put on light makeup to hide her exhaustion. She took the subway to the interview location.

To her surprise, the interview was at a private villa. That caught her off guard, but she figured the confidentiality of a celebrity’s assistant required discretion.

What was more surprising—she was the only one there. No other applicants in sight.

Still, she was too desperate to question it.

The woman who interviewed her was a stern-looking middle-aged lady—apparently the celebrity’s agent. Her expressionless demeanor only added to Wanyin’s anxiety.

“You’re Yu Wanyin, correct? Please introduce yourself,” the woman said flatly.

“I’m Yu Wanyin. I graduated with a degree in computer science from S University. I’ve worked in insurance sales, as a taekwondo coach, swimming instructor, hotel staff… Here’s my medical report.”

She handed over her documents. The job had very specific requirements: no black marks online, no school controversies, excellent health, no bad habits, minimal social connections, some physical strength, and a history of varied work experience. She met them all.

Her parents had passed away early, and she’d learned every survival skill to protect her sister. She had no social life and a complicated work history. She was willing to do anything to earn money. This job, oddly enough, seemed tailor-made for her.

The woman gave her résumé a quick glance. “This job is 24/7, high-pressure, and subject to emergencies. Can you handle that?”

Wanyin hesitated. “My situation is a bit special. My sister’s in the hospital and I need to bring her meals… I can’t be on call all day, but I’ll do my best to minimize my personal time. Please—just give me a chance.”

She really wanted the job, but she couldn’t abandon her sister either.

The woman adjusted her glasses, something flickering in her eyes. “Your sister’s hospitalized? Don’t worry. If you’re a good fit, I’ll speak with our boss about arranging a stipend to hire a caregiver. You’ll be expected to focus entirely on your job.”

“Really?” Wanyin gasped. “Thank you so much!”

She could hardly believe it. After all her failed attempts, this job offered exactly what she needed—and more. Without it, her sister wouldn’t survive. The cost of leukemia treatment was astronomical, an endless black hole.

“Don’t celebrate yet,” the woman said coolly. “There’s a two-week probation period. The salary will remain the same, but your previous health check isn’t valid—you’ll need to get another. Bring your belongings and report here tomorrow. We’ll handle the rest.”

When Wanyin left the villa, everything still felt surreal. She’d actually gotten the job. It had all happened so fast.

But no matter what, she had to succeed during probation. This salary was life-changing. It was the best hope they had.

Maybe fate had finally shown her some mercy. This job’s salary exceeded all her past earnings combined.

More importantly, it accommodated her special situation. Most jobs required late hours, making it impossible to care for Xiaoya. But this one might be different. She had to believe it.

The next day, she reported for work and passed the new medical exam. She was officially hired.

Her role? The personal assistant to actress Qiao Sanghe.

The name sounded vaguely familiar—probably a famous celebrity. But Wanyin had never followed entertainment news.

The stern woman from yesterday told her, “Call me Sister Han.”

Sister Han continued, “Starting today, your job is to learn the boss’s routines and preferences. This is your room—you’ll be living here now. I’ll arrange for a caregiver to look after your sister. Just remember: all these benefits depend on your performance. If the boss is satisfied, not only will your sister receive better care, but we’ll use more advanced medication.”

Wanyin’s heart trembled. Was this real?

The job seemed too good to be true. But her situation was too dire to question it.

She chose to believe in the help they were offering. And she was ready—no matter the task, as long as it wasn’t illegal…

She will do anything.