After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Met the Reborn Omega (GL) - Chapter 26

After the live broadcast of the show ended, the internet buzzed with excitement. Everyone was urging Gu Ximeng to release the first episode, but the person who gained the most attention was still Mo Zhaoyan. Despite not being part of the entertainment industry, Mo Zhaoyan became the queen of trending topics — mainly because of her unique status.

Following the live broadcast, some netizens even started shipping Mo Zhaoyan and Hua Miaomiao as a CP (couple pairing). After all, both women were CEOs of leading corporations, and there had been long-standing rumors of rivalry between their companies. So, how could they possibly appear on the same variety show together?

Both were beautiful, successful women with completely different personalities, instantly striking a chord in the hearts of CP fans. Before anyone realized it, a theory began circulating: Hua Miaomiao only joined the show because of Mo Zhaoyan. While it was true that Hua Miaomiao was interested in participating because of Mo Zhaoyan, it wasn’t nearly as dramatic as the netizens made it out to be.

“President Hua secretly harbors a crush on President Mo but, constrained by their identities, cannot confess her feelings. Seeing her beloved on a dating show, she seizes the chance to get closer. I’m so hooked!”

“Sanshui (Miaomiao’s nickname) and President Mo are a perfect match. ‘Hua Yan Qiao Yu’ is real!”

“One is a strong, domineering Omega; the other, a delicate Alpha. They’re a match made in heaven!”

Even though the two had almost no interaction during the livestream, fans online had already woven countless tales of love, hate, and heartbreak between them. Although Hua Miaomiao wasn’t thrilled about being portrayed as “delicate,” she still found herself chuckling over the fanfiction. However, in most of these stories, Mo Zhaoyan was described as shedding her usual domineering facade to become shy and bashful in front of Hua Miaomiao.

Hua Miaomiao admitted that although she was an Alpha, she just wanted to “lie flat” like an Omega. However, she didn’t want anyone to know about this quirky preference. That’s why she was so fixated on Tang Ying — they shared the same peculiar tendencies. Tang Ying liked taking the dominant role, while Hua Miaomiao preferred the submissive one. Wasn’t this a perfect match?

Ever since the ABO societal structure developed, people had fallen into a fixed mindset: Alphas must dominate, and Omegas must submit. This left Hua Miaomiao, who simply wanted to be a “weak Alpha,” feeling very out of place.

Come to think of it, Mo Zhaoyan did match her preferences quite well — Hua Miaomiao liked strong, assertive Omegas. But then… she thought back to how Mo Zhaoyan behaved around Lin Changsheng, and how the “ice queen” seemed to melt away completely. In the end, she decided Tang Ying, who remained more aloof, suited her better.

Apart from Hua Miaomiao googling herself during her free time, Lin Changsheng was another one who liked to search her own name online. What she found was shocking: countless pieces of fanfiction about Mo Zhaoyan and Hua Miaomiao, and she herself featured heavily in these tales — usually as the villain, given her “official spouse” status with Mo Zhaoyan.

Reading how her fictional self committed all sorts of evil deeds — tearing apart lovers, smashing relationships — Lin Changsheng felt absurdly outraged. How could anyone be so wicked? Oh, wait, it was supposed to be her. Never mind, then.

The more she read, the angrier she became. Mo Zhaoyan quietly watched Lin Changsheng flipping through her phone. Although she seemed increasingly upset, she couldn’t stop reading. Mo Zhaoyan simply sat there in silence, observing Lin Changsheng’s subtle expressions — no longer crazy, no longer desperate. For Mo Zhaoyan, this was enough. It made her feel that Lin Changsheng was truly present, truly alive.

It was a difficult feeling to describe. Mo Zhaoyan had lost Lin Changsheng for so many years, but her obsession never faded. Even these simple, mundane daily moments now filled her with overwhelming joy. She was terrified of losing this normalcy, terrified that the “old” Lin Changsheng might return.

Her fear of losing Lin Changsheng again made her tread carefully, unable to confess everything about the past. She feared awakening painful memories. It was better this way — better to continue like this, without sadness.
I will stay by your side forever.

After finally finishing reading about her “sinful life,” Lin Changsheng reached the end — where Mo Zhaoyan and Hua Miaomiao, after overcoming many obstacles, lived happily ever after. For some reason, Lin felt both annoyed and amused at once — amused that despite her anger, she had still read the entire story.

Coming back to her senses, she looked up at Mo Zhaoyan, who was staring absentmindedly at her.
Confused, Lin called out, “Mo Zhaoyan?”

Mo Zhaoyan snapped out of her thoughts, realizing she had been lost in them. She forced a smile and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Lin Changsheng thought that Mo Zhaoyan had been staring through her, thinking about her “original self.” Coupled with what she had just read online about Mo Zhaoyan being better suited for Hua Miaomiao, she couldn’t help but feel a little jealous.

“Nothing,” Lin said casually.

Just then, a task notification popped up in front of Lin Changsheng, startling her:
[Mission: Take a photo hugging Mo Zhaoyan and post it online with the caption: “Your wife is in my arms.” You have ten minutes.]

???

Even if she borrowed courage from heaven itself, Lin Changsheng wouldn’t dare hug Mo Zhaoyan and say something so bold. However, faced with the terrifying countdown and the looming punishment, she realized she had no choice.
Speaking of punishment — what exactly was it?

Since childhood, Lin Changsheng had been extremely sensitive to pain. Even the slightest prick would leave her crying and clinging to her sister for comfort. Her senses were abnormally sharp, especially when it came to pain.

What others felt as a minor ache, she would experience several times more intensely.

Lin Changsheng thought for a moment about the unknown pain she might suffer and finally decided to attempt the task.
Clearing her throat, she coughed lightly.
“Humph!” Mo Zhaoyan looked at her, sizing her up suspiciously. What sort of mischief was she up to this time?

Recently, Lin Changsheng had been prone to making sudden, inexplicable moves. Mo Zhaoyan didn’t really dislike it — on the contrary, she rather enjoyed Lin Changsheng’s random performances. Those moments often made her laugh, and sometimes she would even tease Lin Changsheng in return.

It had become a little game between them — a special kind of intimacy.
“Mo Zhaoyan, let’s take a photo together!” Lin Changsheng said, her hand stiffly clutching her phone. She spoke word by word, the tension written all over her face.

Amused, Mo Zhaoyan decided to play along.
“Why?” she asked.

Usually, Mo Zhaoyan would either agree or refuse outright. Lin Changsheng was used to her bluntness, so why was she suddenly asking “why” this time?

“Ah?”
Lin Changsheng’s clever little brain worked at lightning speed, calculating all sorts of responses. Finally, she glanced at her phone and had a flash of inspiration.

“I saw after the show aired, all the talk online is about you and Hua Miaomiao. We barely have any public photos together. I thought, why not ride the wave of the show’s popularity?”

Lin Changsheng spoke sincerely — half-truth, half-lie. She was indeed a little jealous, which made her answer all the more believable. She felt quite proud of herself; surely, Mo Zhaoyan would believe her now.

And indeed, Mo Zhaoyan did.
She noticed how much Lin Changsheng seemed to care — about Hua Miaomiao, or perhaps about the opinions of people online.
Mo Zhaoyan remembered that in their previous life, Lin Changsheng had suffered prolonged cyberbullying, leading to a long period of depression.
Mo Zhaoyan had once gone to Lin Changsheng and urged her not to care about what the internet said.

That night, Lin Changsheng had lashed out at her fiercely.
By then, their relationship had already grown cold, but Mo Zhaoyan had still cared.

“Of course you don’t care about what’s said online. You’re the favored daughter of heaven.
Do you know how much Lin Changsheng gave up for you?
How much she sacrificed?
You always thought it was only natural.
I love you — we all love you — but who’s left to love Lin Changsheng?”

That night, Lin Changsheng had drunk heavily.
Back then, Mo Zhaoyan thought she was just drunk and rambling.
Now, thinking back, many details seemed wrong.
Lin Xiaoyou’s words echoed in her mind: maybe Lin Changsheng really had experienced something extraordinary — soul swapping, possession? Could such things truly exist?

Suddenly, Mo Zhaoyan spoke tenderly:
“Don’t believe anything you see online. Just believe in me. I’m real.”

Her sudden earnestness made Lin Changsheng blush furiously. She could only nod gently in response.

Mo Zhaoyan gazed at her warmly.
At least, in this moment, Lin Changsheng was truly here.
She had to find out what had really happened all those years ago — but could she still uncover the truth in this reborn world?

Mo Zhaoyan took the phone from Lin Changsheng’s hand.
“How do you want to take it?”

Lin Changsheng watched as Mo Zhaoyan leaned in close. Her entire body flushed with heat, and her mind went blank when Mo Zhaoyan’s arm brushed against hers.
Mo Zhaoyan silently raised the phone, preparing to take a selfie.
“Like this?”

Only then did Lin Changsheng remember: the mission required her to hug Mo Zhaoyan.
She nervously reached her hand behind Mo Zhaoyan, tentatively moving toward her shoulder.

Of course, Mo Zhaoyan noticed the little movement but chose to indulge her.
Lin Changsheng didn’t dare fully drape her arm over Mo Zhaoyan’s shoulder — she could only timidly stretch out her pinky finger and gently tap Mo Zhaoyan’s clothing.

Mo Zhaoyan let out a soft laugh and pressed the camera button.

The moment was captured:
Lin Changsheng smiled sheepishly, her expression full of caution, eyes looking nervously at Mo Zhaoyan’s shoulder.
Mo Zhaoyan, meanwhile, turned slightly to gaze at Lin Changsheng, smiling faintly, her eyes filled with a rare tenderness.

Lin Changsheng was very satisfied with the photo.
However, as she looked at it, a sudden reluctance to share it publicly arose within her.

Mo Zhaoyan’s smile…
Such a precious sight — how could she bear to share it with the world? She wanted to keep it for herself.

“Didn’t turn out well?”
Mo Zhaoyan asked, noticing Lin Changsheng clutching her phone and grinning foolishly.

Lin Changsheng shook her head.
It turned out very well — so well that she didn’t want to post it.

Instead, she pestered Mo Zhaoyan into taking another photo.
This time, it wasn’t a sweet, intimate look but a more conventional pose.
The two stood close together; although Mo Zhaoyan was still smiling, it wasn’t as gentle or obvious as before.

Lin Changsheng smiled brightly at the camera.

She posted this second picture on her main account, captioning it:
“Your wife is in my arms!”

At first, only Lin Changsheng’s own fans were commenting.
But soon, chaos erupted.

Fans who claimed to be “Mrs. Mo” rushed to accuse her of riding on Mo Zhaoyan’s fame and manipulating her.
Fan wars ignited instantly, while the CP fans quietly celebrated — after all, this was candy straight from the source!
Original pairing reigns supreme!
The outside turmoil had nothing to do with them.

Then came the true shock:
Mo Zhaoyan herself @-mentioned Lin Changsheng and replied to the post:

“I am your wife.”

The entire internet exploded.

The always-silent Mo Zhaoyan — who hadn’t posted on Weibo for years — had publicly responded, and to Lin Changsheng, no less!

The self-proclaimed “Mrs. Mo” fans were left utterly speechless, their faces metaphorically slapped.

Finally, they could only leave comments under Mo Zhaoyan’s post:

“President Mo, if you’re being coerced, blink twice!”

Mo Zhaoyan’s reply:
“No.”

Followed by a smiling emoji.