After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Met the Reborn Omega (GL) - Chapter 25.4

Most of Lin Changsheng’s fans were hardcore career fans, steadfast and stubborn.

To them, no personal scandal could ever erase her professional achievements.
Genius remained genius, mistakes or not.

The scene shifted, and the camera panned to a new location— Hua Miaomiao’s luxurious mansion.

Although her extravagant home had been glimpsed by the public before, this was the first time the interior was fully revealed— And even the production crew was stunned.

Everything was dazzlingly opulent, dripping with gold and crystal.

And Hua Miaomiao’s fan base?
It was no less passionate or powerful than Mo Zhaoyan’s.

Most of Hua Miaomiao’s fans weren’t there because of her looks or her career; they were simply attracted by her flamboyant wealth.

After all, Hua Miaomiao often handed out cash prizes on the internet for fun.
Over time, her fanbase grew larger and larger.
She loved showing off her money, loved seeing others get jealous yet powerless against her.

As a result, her fans mirrored her personality: carefree, casual, and direct.

Even though Huayang Group and Mo Corporation had long been rivals, Hua Miaomiao’s fans never attacked Mo Zhaoyan, they just weren’t the type to care.

Thus, when Hua Miaomiao’s live broadcast started,
she gave everyone a proper lesson in what luxury truly meant.

“San Shui! Please sponsor me!”

“I want to be the woman behind San Shui!”

Her fans joked around with her freely.
In their eyes, Hua Miaomiao was the classic “rich, reckless, and straightforward” type.

Hua Miaomiao herself had once mocked her own name online:
complaining that the Hua family patriarch gave out names like San Shui (Three Waters), San Huo (Three Fires), San Jin (Three Golds)—so old-fashioned it made her cringe.

Her comments had infuriated the old man,
but there was nothing he could do— after all, Huayang Group now relied heavily on Hua Miaomiao.

That’s how her nickname “San Shui” caught on among fans.

Seeing the flood of comments calling her “San Shui,” Hua Miaomiao grumbled,
“You people are so tacky. ‘San Shui’ sounds awful.”

But despite her grumbling,
she still casually picked up her phone and handed out tens of thousands in pocket money to her online followers.

Tang Ying, who happened to be scrolling through livestreams while idle, stumbled upon Hua Miaomiao’s broadcast.
She couldn’t help but feel disdain for Hua Miaomiao’s ostentatious behavior.

Everything about Hua Miaomiao annoyed her— except her skills in bed.

Though she complained aloud, Tang Ying still silently clicked “Follow” and snatched one of the red envelopes.

After showcasing Hua Miaomiao’s opulent mansion,
the broadcast shifted to Bai Qin.

Previously rumored online to have some kind of powerful background,
the reality was shockingly different.

When the crew arrived at Bai Qin’s place, they were horrified.

The house was a mess, with clutter piled everywhere.
Bai Qin, always busy chasing celebrities, had no time or interest in cleaning.

She wore nothing but a loose hoodie at home— part of her deliberate sabotage plan.
Bai Qin had no desire to participate in the show and, under Hua Miaomiao’s coercion,
hoped that presenting herself as slovenly might get her kicked out.

Ironically, this move had the opposite effect.

“Who is this girl? She looks just like me!”

“I swear, I see myself in her!”

Bai Qin had even thrown on a pair of thick black-rimmed glasses,
grinning sheepishly at the camera.
“Come on in, make yourselves at home,” she said.

The production team stood awkwardly in the cramped, chaotic space,
speechless.

The internet, meanwhile, was dying of laughter.

“I thought she was some secret heiress, but she’s just a hilarious mess!”

“Did the production team invite her to torment themselves?”

Eventually, the crew couldn’t stand the mess anymore.
They helped Bai Qin clean up the room— grumbling and scolding her like teachers lecturing a naughty student.

Bai Qin actually looked a little embarrassed,
apologizing in a way that suggested she wasn’t sorry at all and would definitely repeat the offense.

The viewers loved it.
Laughing so hard, they forgot she was supposed to be a controversial “plant.”

Finally, it was Gu Ruoyun’s turn.

Her return had already thrilled her old fanbase.
Gu Ruoyun now lived in a brand-new apartment— so new that it barely had any furniture.

The internet buzzed with rumors:

If it was her husband who cheated, why did Gu Ruoyun leave the marriage empty-handed?
Could it be that she cheated too?

But there was no evidence.
Gu Ruoyun had merely said, “Both sides made mistakes.”

Leaving everyone even more confused.

On screen, Gu Ruoyun was as gentle as ever, carefully giving a tour of her new home.

Meanwhile, Bai Qin, after the film crew left, sat down and began watching the live stream.

When she saw Gu Ruoyun, speaking in that same soft, tender tone as she had years ago,
it felt like no time had passed at all.

Gu Ruoyun’s gentleness was precisely what had ensnared Bai Qin before.

Back then, Bai Qin’s bad habit of never cleaning had been tolerated by Gu Ruoyun— who would quietly clean up after her without a word.

At the time, Bai Qin often wondered: How could someone so gentle exist?
A movie queen, yet so indulgent of her flaws.

Without her, Bai Qin had struggled to take care of herself.
After so many years, she realized— she hadn’t grown at all.
Habits were terrifying things.

As the film crew passed through Gu Ruoyun’s living room,
someone accidentally knocked over a crystal ball.

For the first time, the serene expression on Gu Ruoyun’s face faltered.

She rushed forward, scooping up the crystal ball in a panic.

A fine crack had appeared on its surface.

Gu Ruoyun’s distress was so evident, she even forgot the cameras were rolling,
anxiously wiping at the crack as if she could erase it.

Realizing she was losing composure, she quickly apologized:

“I’m sorry. This is very important to me. It was a gift from someone dear.”

The viewers immediately started speculating:

“First time seeing the goddess lose her cool. It didn’t even look like an expensive item.”

“Maybe it’s from her ex-husband?”

But Bai Qin recognized that crystal ball immediately.

It was the very first gift she had ever given Gu Ruoyun— cheap, fragile.

The crack wasn’t from today.
It had been there ever since Bai Qin smashed it in anger the day she left their small home,
heartbroken after learning about Gu Ruoyun’s upcoming marriage.

She had never expected Gu Ruoyun to keep it all these years.

Bai Qin remembered Gu Ruoyun’s attempt to reach out recently.
Maybe… she deserved a chance?

Quietly, Bai Qin sent a comment into the live chat:

“It wasn’t from her ex-husband. It was a gift from her first love.”

But her words quickly drowned in the endless flood of messages,
just as she herself had once been swallowed by Gu Ruoyun’s brilliant world.

Bai Qin smiled bitterly.

No.
She couldn’t go back.
Some wounds could never heal— just like the crack on that crystal ball.

She was destined to remain the unseen woman, hidden in the shadows behind the dazzling movie queen.