After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Became a Slave to My Beloved Wife (GL) - Chapter 10

As the first rays of morning sunlight cut across the horizon, a large crowd had already gathered on the beach. Two brightly painted sports cars were parked by the shore. From them emerged two strikingly beautiful alpha women.

Jiang Nian stepped onto the steps leading down to the sand in high heels, brushing aside her wind-blown bangs with elegance.

Right behind her was a short-haired beauty in a black casual suit. Her wolf-cut hairstyle had gray highlights, silver accessories adorned her figure, and a small beauty mark rested just under the corner of her eye.

“A-Nian, slow down! You’re charging ahead like you’re reincarnating or something,” Jiang Fenyun called out as she caught up, casually hooking an arm over Jiang Nian’s shoulder, still looking effortlessly nonchalant.

Jiang Nian shrugged her right shoulder, shaking off Fenyun’s arm with a clear look of irritation.
“Go check on that useless director you arranged—and that tactless film queen. It’s unbearable.”

Ever since she found out what happened to Qiao Wenyu the day before, Jiang Nian had been fuming. She hadn’t slept a wink, and by dawn she was already dragging Jiang Fenyun out of bed.

Knowing she was in the wrong, Jiang Fenyun could only laugh sheepishly and try to appease her.
“Okay, okay, I’m handling it. That idiot director and clueless actress? Replace them and move on.”

“You handle it.”
Jiang Nian’s tone turned icy. When she was angry, her voice dropped low, each word sending chills down the spine.

Jiang Fenyun, well aware of how terrifying Jiang Nian could be when she lost her temper, obediently made her way down to the beach. She crossed her arms and gave the newly recruited director team a once-over, shedding her usual playful air as she sternly addressed them on filming expectations—dropping a few pointed hints about Qiao Wenyu while she was at it.

With the boss herself delivering the message, the team quickly understood who not to mess with. Satisfied, Fenyun turned back to Jiang Nian, flashing a smile.
“Well? How’d I do?”

“You tell me,” Jiang Nian said, still visibly upset.

Fenyun sighed and stepped forward, gently tapping her friend between the brows.
“You’re about to see your wife—why the scowl? What, want me to fire the director and blacklist the actress just to calm you down?”

“I’m not mad anymore,” Jiang Nian said, turning away.

A grin tugged at Fenyun’s lips. She slung an arm around Jiang Nian’s shoulders again, determined to peek at her expression.
“C’mon, let your bestie have a look. Oh wow, our A-Nian really does look miserable.”

Jiang Nian couldn’t help it—she cracked a smile and let out a small laugh.

From the villa, Qiao Wenyu happened to step out at that exact moment—and saw it all.

Bathed in golden morning light, the two alphas laughed and leaned into each other, like a scene from a painting.

“Hey, your wife’s here. She’s watching you,” Jiang Fenyun whispered first. When Qiao’s delicate, pure face came into view, she couldn’t stop herself from stealing a few extra glances.

Jiang Nian shook her head.
“Keep your voice down. There’s nothing between us—at least, not officially. She’s way too good for me. One day, she’ll find an alpha better than me.”

Jiang Fenyun stared at her, stunned. Just moments ago, she was silently thinking don’t covet your friend’s partner, and now Jiang Nian was claiming she had no romantic intentions at all?

“Are you serious…?” she asked, still doubtful.

Jiang Nian gently patted her shoulder.
“As real as it gets. Truer than gold.”

“Then why are you treating her so well? Helping her with everything? What, you’re just being a sucker? Making her shine for someone else to take?”

“You wouldn’t understand,” Jiang Nian said simply before walking over to Qiao Wenyu.

“Morning, Xiao Nian.”
Dark circles lingered under Qiao’s eyes—clearly, she hadn’t slept well.

Jiang Nian’s heart clenched. Her expression softened instantly, and like a loyal, clumsy puppy, she gently reached out and brushed a hand under Qiao’s eyes.
“Sis, are you okay?”

Jiang Fenyun stood frozen in place. This was the same Jiang Nian who once navigated love like a pro, never attached, always in control—and now here she was, obedient and soft-spoken in front of a relatively unknown idol.

Dear heavens, Jiang Fenyun thought, has something possessed her?

Noticing Fenyun’s gaze, Qiao Wenyu turned and offered a polite, gentle smile.
“Hello?”

“H-hi. I’m Jiang Nian’s friend—Jiang Fenyun.”
That one smile from Qiao made Fenyun’s heart skip. When they shook hands, she barely dared to grip it, afraid she wouldn’t want to let go.

After the brief introductions, the other cast members started arriving.

The new director stepped forward with the script, briefly explaining the change in crew. He was much more tactful than his predecessor, skimming over the sensitive details.

“Since we couldn’t find a replacement for Ye Lan in time, President Jiang Fenyun of Fengyun Entertainment will now be participating in the show herself. Also, our mystery guests have arrived. This is Jiang Nian, CEO of Jiang Design Group, and Dr. Ren Yuan, one of the city’s top internal medicine specialists. Please give them a warm welcome.”

The applause was thunderous. Most eyes fell on Jiang Nian and Jiang Fenyun. These were names people usually only saw in financial magazines—and now they were here in the flesh. Naturally, everyone wanted a closer look.

Not only were they powerful, but they were both stunning—truly enviable.

“Everyone, please get ready. We’re about to start filming the first episode of Love Protocol,” the director announced.

With all eight participants present, filming officially began.

The first episode focused on forming couples and assigning cohabitation floors. The seaside villa had five levels: the first floor was communal, while the upper floors served as private quarters for each couple.

“We’ll now hand out blank sheets of paper,” the director explained via megaphone. “Each of you will write down the person you want to be paired with. If two people pick each other, they’ll become an official CP.”

The camera swept over everyone’s papers and pens.

Without hesitation, Jiang Nian wrote down Qiao Wenyu’s name.

After finishing, she glanced up—only to see Qiao Wenyu sitting directly across from her, head lowered, pen paused above the paper. Her expression was conflicted, as if struggling with the choice.

The five-minute timer passed quickly.

The director called out,
“Please hold up your papers for the camera.”

The two singers had each chosen the doctor and the actor respectively, making them two successful CP (couple) matches.

But the real excitement came from the remaining four participants.

Jiang Nian had chosen Qiao Wenyu. So had Jiang Fenyun, who, interestingly, had been picked by Tong Yunyao.

Qiao Wenyu, selected by two elite alpha women, instantly became the center of everyone’s attention.

When the camera panned to her response card, it only showed the start of a stroke—she hadn’t written anyone’s name in the end.

“Looks like we have a match conflict,” the director said as he led everyone to the beach. “The conflict lies between President Jiang and President Jiang. Let’s have you both step up to compete.”

He gestured to a setup on the sand.
“There are three events to choose from: beach volleyball, beach darts, and a long-distance beach run. Miss Qiao Wenyu, please pick one.”

Caught off guard, Qiao Wenyu blinked in surprise. Just yesterday, the production crew had treated her as irrelevant background. Now, they were suddenly pushing her into the spotlight.

“I… I’ll go with darts,” she said, pointing at random.

Jiang Nian’s eyes lit up with a “She knows me!” kind of expression. She shot a look at Jiang Fenyun and then gestured gallantly,
“Fenyun, you go first. I’ll give you two darts’ head start.”

“What kind of joke is that? You’re giving me two?”
Jiang Fenyun leaned closer and whispered in Jiang Nian’s ear,
“Are you seriously not claiming your wife?”

“I’m not,” Jiang Nian replied calmly. “But I am winning this game.”

In college, Jiang Nian had been a regular at arcades and shooting games—her aim was freakishly good. Qiao Wenyu’s random pick happened to be Jiang Nian’s specialty.

Fenyun scoffed. “You? Win at darts?”
She nudged Jiang Nian with her elbow. “You were the worst at pool, remember? Can’t even hit straight. You think darts will be better?”

“Try me,” Jiang Nian smirked.

Jiang Fenyun was nothing if not competitive. And now, with Jiang Nian supposedly uninterested in Qiao Wenyu and her own heart ever so slightly stirred—there was no way she’d lose this round.

The dartboard was mounted on a palm tree, with a throwing distance of 36 meters—high difficulty for beginners.

All eight cast members gathered around to watch.

Jiang Fenyun picked up her darts, lightly tapped one to her lips, then blew a kiss toward Qiao Wenyu before her first throw.

The moment Jiang Nian saw that flirty gesture, her expression turned ice-cold.

The dart soared through the air in a graceful arc and landed firmly on the board.

“Four-ring.”

Another dart flew.

“Five-ring.”

“Four-ring.”

“Seven-ring.”

“Four-ring.”

After five throws, Jiang Fenyun’s total score was 24 rings.

“Very impressive,” the referee said, giving her a thumbs-up.
“For amateurs, just hitting the board is tough. You’ve clearly got talent, President Jiang.”

Jiang Fenyun raised an eyebrow proudly and waved Jiang Nian over.
“Come on then, let’s see if you can beat that.”

Jiang Nian’s jaw was tight. That playful little kiss from earlier kept replaying in her mind. She was not amused.

Without a word, she took the five darts handed to her and calmly walked up to the throwing line.

The referee blew a whistle to hype the crowd.
“Let’s see what President Jiang can do!”

Jiang Nian held the dart in her hand for a moment, testing the weight. Then, with a single swift motion, she threw it.

It sliced through the air and landed sharply on the board.

“Nine-ring!”

Applause broke out around them.

Jiang Nian gave her wrist a shake, looking mildly dissatisfied, and picked up the next dart. This time, she threw it backward over her shoulder.

Thwack!

“Another nine-ring!” the referee shouted, eyes wide.

Thwack!

“Ten-ring!” he cried out, stunned.

Jiang Nian casually tossed the remaining two darts aside and walked over to Jiang Fenyun. Placing one hand on her shoulder, she leaned in and whispered, “Sis, I give you two throws.”