A Sweet Soft Alpha and a Psycho-Beauty Go Viral Online (GL) - Chapter 8

Yu Wanyin’s heart skipped violently. Qiao Sanghe’s sudden kiss caught her so off guard that she nearly forgot to breathe. She hadn’t anticipated it at all—it came out of nowhere. By the time she realized what had happened, the kiss had already landed, cool and soft. Her whole body stiffened involuntarily, her mind blank as she stood frozen, staring dazedly at Qiao Sanghe.

Qiao Sanghe raised her gaze, studying Yu Wanyin’s wide-eyed expression. She couldn’t help but chuckle, lifting a hand to gently rub her cheek.

“What’s wrong? Too sudden for you?”

Yu Wanyin mumbled, slightly flustered, “No, not really.”

Qiao’s tone was open, almost teasing. “I thought you were used to my personality by now. Seems like you still need more time to figure me out—or you’ll never really know what kind of person I am.”

Yu Wanyin had done her best to understand Qiao Sanghe. Still, she was often caught off guard by her behavior. Qiao’s temperament was unpredictable and intense. But after spending time with her, Yu Wanyin had seen her good side. Otherwise, how could someone like Qiao offer so much money to help her sister receive treatment? She didn’t know Qiao’s true intentions, but that gesture alone proved to her that this woman was kind.

So she spoke sincerely. “Qiao Sanghe, I know… deep down, you’re a good person.”

Qiao was stunned. She blinked, silent for a few seconds, clearly not expecting that. If someone had said she was mean, she wouldn’t have been surprised. After all, she could be sharp, aloof, and difficult. But to be called a good person—it disarmed her.

Maybe Yu Wanyin couldn’t tell good from bad? How could someone like her still be seen as “good”?

And yet, she couldn’t help but lean forward, resting her chin on Yu Wanyin’s shoulder and gently wrapping her arms around her.

“You’re the first person who ever called me that… It’s kind of special.”

【Do they not look perfect together? I’m losing my mind.】

【Qiao Sanghe’s personality is so chaotic—anyone else would’ve snapped.】

【Honestly thought they had the least chemistry out of all the fake couples, but Yu Wanyin’s response was sweet.】

【Other people see Qiao’s drama and mood swings. Yu Wanyin sees a “good person.” That’s love.】

【Something’s different… I need to rewatch this moment.】

Yu Wanyin, on the other hand, suddenly felt self-conscious. She had only said what she truly believed. But now, with Qiao Sanghe’s soft, delicate skin pressing against her, and the faint scent of vanilla wafting through the air, she found herself… distracted. Entranced. Her fingers twitched with the urge to touch Qiao’s smooth, porcelain skin.

Almost as if she’d sensed that thought, Qiao leaned in closer, brushing her cheek against Yu Wanyin’s palm. She looked soft and harmless—nothing like her usual cold, intimidating self.

Yu Wanyin couldn’t help but think of how difficult Qiao had been at the beginning. And yet, here they were—closer, more open. Qiao was moody, yes, but with a little effort and understanding, it was clear she could be reasoned with. The key was finding the rhythm of her temperament.

The way the two of them now leaned into each other so naturally sent the livestream chat into a frenzy. After a full day of filming, the viewers had begun forming two opposing opinions about them.

One side still believed they were just faking it. The other pointed out subtle details that hinted at a real relationship—genuine chemistry, unspoken understanding. And they were also the first pair to uncover a clue for escaping the floor. Feelings could be faked, but teamwork like that couldn’t be staged. The audience remained intrigued, watching closely.

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After finishing their instant noodles, a voice echoed through the hallway speakers.

“Group 1 and Group 3 contestants: due to consuming an item not listed on the cafeteria menu—specifically, Chinese kale stir-fried with garlic—you will each lose five credibility points and must spend ten hours in solitary confinement.”

Qiao Sanghe turned to Yu Wanyin in surprise. So it really was kale, not choy sum. The production team had clearly set up a trap for people like them—celebrities unaccustomed to cooking or grocery shopping.

Most guests probably couldn’t tell vegetables apart. But Yu Wanyin could.

That knowledge had saved them.

Qiao realized—maybe this was exactly the kind of person she needed: someone grounded, observant, and unexpectedly capable.

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That night, they made their way to the library. Following the clues, they located six specific books. At the back of each was a piece of a blueprint—together, they formed a complete map of the 12th floor. Turns out, the exit had been right next to the changing room by the showers all along.

After sneaking downstairs, they were shocked by how easy the escape had felt.

As a reward, the production team prepared a lavish dinner and gave them each a luxurious room. The 11th floor was a whole different world—elegant and refined, like a five-star hotel. The decor was grand, the atmosphere cozy.

Both Qiao Sanghe and Yu Wanyin finally let their guards down. After two tense days on the 12th floor, it felt good to relax. The warm bath and soft Simmons mattress did wonders for their exhaustion.

Still, neither of them forgot the rules: a single violation on the 11th floor would send them right back to the 12th. After all that effort, there was no way they were risking it.

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The 11th-floor theme was “Escape the Banquet.” For it, they needed to change into formalwear. The gowns provided were far more glamorous this time—better material, intricate designs—but the shoes were still cheap and uncomfortable.

Just like last time, Yu Wanyin carefully applied bandages to the backs of Qiao’s shoes, preventing blisters. It was a small gesture, but Qiao loved it. It showed that Wanyin truly cared.

【Anyone else notice the band-aids?】

【Yu Wanyin thought of everything.】

【Qiao Sanghe is definitely the picky type. It makes sense she’d hate cheap shoes.】

【I’m dying—she doesn’t even need to worry. Someone’s already looking out for her soft skin.】

The formal gown Qiao received was particularly elaborate—like a ballerina’s dress with delicate lace ribbons laced across the back in a crisscross pattern. There was no way she could put it on alone.

Yu Wanyin looked at the complex design and panicked a little. She wanted to ask a staff member for help, but Qiao firmly refused.

“No. I don’t like people touching me—unless it’s you. I only trust you to help. No one else.”

Yu Wanyin sighed. The sweet and obedient version of Qiao from earlier must’ve been a mirage. Her moods changed too fast.

“Alright. I’ll try. But I’ve never worn a dress like this before, so it might take a while.”

“I’ll guide you,” Qiao offered calmly.

And so, Yu Wanyin’s hands gently grazed Qiao Sanghe’s bare back—smooth, flawless skin under her fingertips. She hadn’t expected her skin to feel so delicate, almost like satin. Even the slightest touch seemed to leave a trace.

Her fingers brushed the soft surface as she picked up one of the lace ribbons. Just that slight graze left faint pink marks across Qiao’s back.

Qiao inhaled softly, her voice a delicate murmur. She shot Wanyin a look.

“Careful. That hurt a little.”