After Becoming an Alpha, I Marked My Nemesis - Chapter 14

Song Luoxue had given Zhou Qian her room key before Zhou Qian left, so the person entering now must be Zhou Qian. She turned to look at Zhou Qian, who was holding a large bouquet of flowers—likely another gift from her fans.

It was quite remarkable that even with her reputation tarnished, she still had a loyal following. Fans truly think differently from ordinary people.

Zhou Qian greeted Song Luoxue with a smile. “Hi, Luo Xue! We wrapped up early today, so I came back ahead of schedule.” As she spoke, she placed the flowers on the table across from Song Luoxue.

Zhou Qian noticed Song Luoxue was wearing a low-cut, spaghetti-strap nightgown. Her gaze lingered on Song Luoxue for a few seconds before she quickly averted her eyes, realizing her gaze might have been inappropriate.

Why is she dressed like this again? Zhou Qian thought. It’s undeniably sexy, but what if someone else sees her?

After setting down the flowers, Zhou Qian turned to leave, only to find herself face-to-face with Song Luoxue. The actress’s face was so close that Zhou Qian could almost smell the faint camellia fragrance emanating from her.

Song Luoxue appeared silently before Zhou Qian, startling her. Zhou Qian instinctively stumbled backward, her panicked hand sweeping across the large bouquet of flowers on the table. She let out a startled cry: “Ah—!”

Before she could catch it, the bouquet toppled to the floor. Song Luoxue’s sweet fragrance brushed against Zhou Qian’s neck as she murmured, “Why do you care so much about those flowers? Am I less important to you than they are?”

Zhou Qian froze for a moment, then forced a dry laugh. “Wh-what are you talking about? I just accidentally knocked them over and was trying to pick them up. Luo Xue, you walk so quietly! You scared me half to death!”

Having spent a few days with Song Luoxue, Zhou Qian had noticed that Song Luoxue became especially pleased whenever she acted coy. She decided to use this tactic again.

Hearing this, Song Luoxue declared with the air of a domineering CEO, “Then I command you to ignore those flowers and look only at me!”

Zhou Qian froze again. Was she… jealous?

Jealous of a bouquet of flowers?

Though Song Luoxue was known for her romantic obsession, Zhou Qian hadn’t realized how possessive she could be.

Zhou Qian’s attention was entirely fixed on Song Luoxue’s chest. Wearing something this provocative is just too tempting! Zhou Qian had realized she was gay years ago and had spent the intervening years mentally preparing herself. If I’m gay, so be it. At least I’ll find a beautiful girlfriend.

Song Luoxue was undeniably beautiful. If she didn’t have the exact same face as that person, Zhou Qian might have actually fallen for this “nation’s White Moonlight.”

Without Zhou Qian noticing, Song Luoxue leaned close and whispered behind her ear, “Have you had your fill yet?”

Zhou Qian snapped back to reality.

Oh no! She’s going to think I’m some kind of pervert staring at her!

She frantically shook her head. “N-no… it’s not like that.”

Song Luoxue chuckled, covering her mouth with a hand as she watched Zhou Qian’s flustered reaction. “Why are you so nervous? I wore this outfit specifically for you. Your reaction makes you seem like an innocent, naive girl—it’s quite endearing.”

No wonder she’s won so many prestigious awards as a sophisticated, aloof goddess of the arts. Even her choice of adjectives is so refined.

Zhou Qian finally processed her words. “Luo Xue, have you had romantic experiences before me?”

Damn it! I blurted that out without thinking.

As Song Luoxue heard her words, the smile on her lips gradually faded, and her brow furrowed slightly. “This isn’t a realm you should delve into. After all, it’s my secret.”

Zhou Qian hadn’t expected Song Luoxue to have secrets she couldn’t share with her.

Since it was a secret, Zhou Qian decided not to press further. In this world, Song Luoxue was two years older than her, so it was perfectly normal for her to have had past relationships. Zhou Qian understood the pain of heartbreak and didn’t want to make Song Luoxue relive her own painful memories.

“Luo Xue, it’s getting late. I’m going to take a shower first. After that, let’s go to that Western restaurant on the top floor of the nearby skyscraper for dinner, okay?”

A knowing smile played on Song Luoxue’s lips. “I thought you’d insist on knowing what the secret was.”

Zhou Qian smiled back. “Everyone has secrets, right? If you don’t want to tell me now, I won’t ask. When you’re ready to share, I’ll naturally find out.” With that, she headed toward the bathroom.

As Song Luoxue watched her retreating figure, her expression grew complex. She’s truly a formidable woman. I almost fell for her act.

Normally, Zhou Qian would have pressed Song Luoxue about her secret, but in reality, she didn’t.

Was this a deliberate attempt to make her reveal the secret herself, or was she just trying to bait her?

For the first time since transmigrating into this world, Song Luoxue felt utterly baffled by another woman.

No matter, she thought. I already know how the story unfolds. As long as I keep believing that Zhou Qian in this world is a villainous supporting character, everything should follow the novel’s plot. The characters’ personalities shouldn’t deviate too much from the original story.

After showering and drying her hair, Zhou Qian emerged from the bathroom. She noticed the milky camellia fragrance in the room had intensified. She distinctly remembered not using any shampoo or body wash with that scent during her shower. Where was this fragrance coming from?

Hearing Zhou Qian’s footsteps, Song Luoxue called out, “Qianqian, come here! I’ve picked out a great outfit for you. Try it on!”

Zhou Qian walked over, but when she saw the outfit Song Luoxue had chosen, she was stunned. It was a midriff-baring top paired with denim shorts—the trendy “spicy girl” look.

At that moment, Song Luoxue produced a wig dyed in vibrant, ramen-noodle-like waves. “This wig perfectly complements the spicy girl outfit,” she said. “Honestly, I’d love to see you wear it.”

Song Luoxue immediately crossed out Zhou Qian’s other options, leaving her with no choice. Zhou Qian stared blankly for a long moment before finally saying, “Luo Xue, it’s getting late. Maybe I should wear this another day? I might catch a cold wearing a crop top tonight, and I might even get diarrhea.”

Song Luoxue smiled faintly. “Is that so?”

Does she mean I have no choice but to wear it? Zhou Qian thought, a cold sweat breaking out on her forehead. To be honest, she had never considered wearing such an outfit and didn’t like this style at all. She would have been more comfortable in a suit or the JK uniform she wore back in her school days.

“Don’t worry,” Song Luoxue continued. “If you’re worried about getting cold, I’ll just keep my hand over your belly button the whole time. We’re a couple, so it won’t look strange, right?”

Ah… this is truly unexpected. Zhou Qian realized she had no room to refuse. She lowered her head dejectedly. “Fine,” she mumbled.

When Zhou Qian put on the “spicy girl” outfit and the rainbow wig, she really looked the part. Song Luoxue, also dressed in the same “spicy girl” attire, walked beside her down the street.

In their high heels, Song Luoxue was slightly shorter than Zhou Qian, possibly because the Song Luoxue in this world was an Omega.

“Qianqian, look! Everyone’s staring at you. They seem to really like your figure,” Song Luoxue teased.

Zhou Qian blushed and lowered her head shyly. You’re one to talk! How do you know they’re not looking at you? Your figure is amazing too!

Both women had applied makeup and donned wigs to complete their “spicy girl” looks, allowing them to walk freely without masks or hats, unafraid of being recognized.

After all, who would expect a Traffic Little Flower and a Popular Film Queen to stroll down the street in full “spicy girl” regalia?

Zhou Qian grabbed Song Luoxue’s hand and hurried forward. “Come on, we need to get to the restaurant quickly! We can’t be late for our reservation!”

Song Luoxue felt a surge of joy seeing Zhou Qian’s face flushed with embarrassment. She had long wanted to try this makeup look, but in her own world, she had always been afraid of drawing too much attention, fearing strange stares and even ridicule. But now, with both of them dressed this way, she felt no fear.

In other words, if they were going to be embarrassed, they would be embarrassed together. She had dreamed of doing this for ages, and now she had achieved it so easily. If only this person were the real Zhou Qian from her world.

Zhou Qian disliked such bold makeup because it drew too much attention. It wasn’t that she couldn’t pull it off; their combined beauty was simply too striking. Even walking down the street in silence, they would inevitably attract stares.

After reaching the agreed-upon floor, Song Luoxue sat by the window and smiled at the brown freckles she had painted on Zhou Qian’s face. “Looks like the freckles I drew on you actually look pretty good, huh?”

Zhou Qian pouted slightly, a hint of pride in her voice. “You drew too many freckles on my face.”

Song Luoxue covered her mouth with a laugh. “They’re so cute! And you pull off that ‘death Barbie pink’ so well. No wonder you’ve carved out a bloody path among the new generation of Traffic Little Flowers with your looks.”

Hearing this, Zhou Qian retorted, “Great Actress Song, you’re mistaken.”

“Good evening, ladies. What can I get for you?”

Zhou Qian gestured for the waiter to hand the menu to Song Luoxue, who took it. “Hmm, two medium-well Australian steaks, two glasses of Gossip Peach Sparkling Water, and for dessert, caramel pudding, strawberry ice cream, and a chocolate lava cake. Oh, do you like these desserts? If you do, we’ll order double portions of everything.”

Zhou Qian paused, slightly taken aback.

The dishes Song Luoxue had just ordered were indeed her favorites, especially the caramel pudding and strawberry ice cream, which she always ordered for dessert at Western restaurants.

Their tastes were remarkably similar.