After Becoming an Alpha, I Marked My Nemesis - Chapter 47

Song Luoxue stayed in her river-view apartment for several days before returning home to deal with Li Xiulan’s situation. When she arrived, she discovered that Li Xiulan had been camping outside her door for days and nights, refusing to leave despite the security guards’ attempts to remove her.

Whenever the guards tried to forcibly remove her, Li Xiulan would resort to crying, shouting, and even threatening to hang herself in the residential complex. Left with no other option, the guards contacted Song Luoxue. Originally, Song Luoxue had planned to enjoy a few more days of freedom, hoping to make Li Xiulan worry. She never anticipated that Li Xiulan would stoop to such shameless behavior, causing a scene right at her doorstep.

As soon as Song Luoxue returned home, Li Xiulan, who had been waiting for days, rushed over and exclaimed, “Xiao Xue, Xiao Xue! You’re finally back! Is there something wrong with the contract you signed for us? The loan company has been calling our house non-stop. You promised us three million yuan, but now they’re demanding repayment daily. Your brother and I haven’t dared to go home for days, you know?”

Song Luoxue’s expression turned disdainful. “Let’s go inside and talk about this.”

Li Xiulan followed Zhou Qian into the house.

Once inside, Li Xiulan told Song Luoxue everything: “Xiao Xue, how did you get this three million? We trusted you so much that day, we didn’t even read the contract properly.”

Song Luoxue glanced at the cushion Li Xiulan was sitting on. I should have made her sit on a chair from the start, she thought. That would have saved me the cost of a cushion. After all, a cushion in my house is more expensive than a chair.

With feigned nonchalance, Song Luoxue replied, “Oh… is that all? You want to know how I got the money? I earned it through hard work, of course. Unlike your son, I didn’t gamble it away.”

Li Xiulan’s face flushed with embarrassment, but she needed Song Luoxue’s help, so she forced a strained smile. “Xiao Xue, how can you talk about your brother like that?”

Song Luoxue chuckled. “Then how should I talk about him?”

Li Xiulan, still needing Song Luoxue’s help, swallowed her anger. “Fine, your brother is a good-for-nothing.”

Upon hearing this, Song Luoxue quickly interjected, “Wait, don’t forget we’ve severed ties. Stop calling me ‘Xiao Xue’ so intimately. Just call me Miss Song.”

Li Xiulan’s expression completely changed. Abandoning her pretense, she stood up abruptly and demanded, “Miss Song, I want to know exactly what happened with that three million yuan.”

Song Luoxue calmly replied, “That’s right. The three million yuan was a loan—one I helped you secure.”

Li Xiulan jumped up in a panic. “Oh no! Xiao Xue… Miss Song, didn’t you say that money was a gift? How did it suddenly become a loan?”

Song Luoxue shook her head. “I only helped you repay your son’s gambling debts out of pity. Now you’re blaming me? It seems my kindness has been wasted on ungrateful wretches.”

Li Xiulan was at her wit’s end. A woman of limited education, she couldn’t outmaneuver Song Luoxue in argument. All she could manage was, “Miss Song, I know you resent me for mistreating you in the past. But that was so long ago! We raised you for ten years, after all. How can you be so heartless?”

Song Luoxue sneered at Li Xiulan’s words. “You raised me for ten years? You know perfectly well whether you raised me or abused me for those ten years. Now you want to claim kinship with me? Don’t you even consider whether you deserve it?”

Li Xiulan’s face flushed with humiliation at Song Luoxue’s sharp retort. But desperate for Song Luoxue’s help, she had no choice but to compromise. “Then what will it take for you to help us repay the three million yuan? Would you only be satisfied if I died?”

Song Luoxue paused, taken aback. No, no, I’m not that cruel.

She continued, her gaze unwavering. “Do you really think your dilapidated house is worth three million yuan in collateral?”

Li Xiulan’s eyes lit up with a flicker of hope. “Are you saying…?”

Song Luoxue sneered again. “Ignore the debt collectors who come to your door. I have a house in the suburbs with an auction value of three million yuan. I used that property as collateral to secure the three million yuan for you.”

Li Xiulan’s face, which had been flushed with anger moments before, now registered disbelief. “You… what exactly are you saying?”

Song Luoxue continued, “Tell the debt collectors to auction off the house directly. After that, your family’s affairs have nothing to do with me, and don’t bother me again.” With that, she turned and walked upstairs alone, instructing Xiao Ying, “Xiao Ying, see our guest out.”

Hearing this, Xiao Ying approached Li Xiulan. “Madam Li, please follow me.”

Since Song Luoxue had spoken so decisively, there was no room for doubt. Moreover, having been explicitly asked to leave, Li Xiulan couldn’t possibly maintain her composure here.

Deliberately raising her voice, Li Xiulan called out, “Xiao Xue, take care of yourself, dear. Auntie’s leaving now.”

Upstairs, Song Luoxue pressed her hands tightly over her ears to block out the noise. She never imagined this woman could be so persistent. She had only given Li Xiulan the three million yuan after weighing the pros and cons, remembering that the couple had at least provided the original female lead with shelter for ten years.

Besides, Song Luoxue had never liked the suburban house anyway. Though the location was decent, the feng shui was terrible. In the end, the house was appraised at over 3.5 million yuan at auction. But those loan sharks were ruthless; after paying off her son’s gambling debts, Li Xiulan wouldn’t see a single penny.

With the matter resolved, Song Luoxue let out a long sigh. Lying on her bed, she picked up her phone and texted Zhou Qian: How’s it going? Is the filming finished?

Zhou Qian replied immediately: Yeah, it’s done. I’ll be back tomorrow.

Song Luoxue texted back: Okay, I have something to tell you when you get home.

Zhou Qian: Alright, we’ll talk when we meet.

After their exchange, Song Luoxue put down her phone and drifted off to sleep.

In her dream, she was still wearing her high school uniform, watching Zhou Qian play badminton on the schoolyard. Before meeting Zhou Qian, Song Luoxue hadn’t realized she was gay. But the sight of the sweaty girl playing badminton on the schoolyard suddenly stirred something within her.

Song Luoxue had always wanted to play badminton, but her introverted nature had kept her from making friends. Yet her gaze was always drawn to bright, radiant people.

She admired Zhou Qian’s popularity and the many friends surrounding her. She longed to be like Zhou Qian.

But the moment she realized she was too timid to approach people, she knew she could never become someone like that.

Because she simply didn’t dare.

Perhaps she had spent all her courage on Zhou Qian. Back then, she had mustered all her courage to approach Zhou Qian, who had just finished playing tennis, and asked, “Can I call you Qianqian?”

That was Song Luoxue’s most unforgettable day.

Zhou Qian had replied with a sweet smile, “You know my name?”

It wasn’t a direct yes, but it was far more alluring than a simple “yes.”

The next day, Zhou Qian returned early. Song Luoxue was still asleep, so Zhou Qian tiptoed upstairs to check on her in her bedroom.

When she saw Song Luoxue’s sleeping posture, she couldn’t help but purse her lips and chuckle softly. “Honestly,” she murmured, “you’re such a grown-up, yet you still kick off the covers in your sleep.”

As she spoke, Zhou Qian reached out to tuck the blanket back over Song Luoxue. Sensing the movement, Song Luoxue rubbed her drowsy eyes and looked up at Zhou Qian. “What is it?”

Zhou Qian pulled the blanket over Song Luoxue. “Be careful not to catch a cold.”

Hearing this, Song Luoxue laughed softly. “Are you worried about me?”

Zhou Qian paused, slightly surprised. “O-of course.”

Song Luoxue shifted her position, resting her head against Zhou Qian’s waist. “Qianqian, there’s something I want to tell you.”

Song Luoxue rarely called Zhou Qian “Qianqian,” usually preferring “darling.” Her use of the nickname now carried a hint of playfulness.

Zhou Qian nodded. “Mm, what is it?”

Song Luoxue turned and leaned against Zhou Qian, draping herself over her. “Next Saturday, there’s a class reunion. But I get nervous going alone. Would you come with me?”

Zhou Qian froze, thinking, You’re a Best Actress who’s won every major award in the country. How could you possibly be nervous?

Of course, stage fright isn’t a one-size-fits-all thing. Perhaps Song Luoxue felt confident facing audiences but felt anxious around her former classmates?

Zhou Qian nodded in agreement. “Okay, I’ll go with you.”

Upon hearing Zhou Qian’s words, Song Luoxue immediately straightened up and planted a sweet kiss on her cheek.

In truth, Song Luoxue wasn’t actually stage-shy. She simply didn’t know anyone at the class reunion and felt uncomfortable striking up conversations with strangers. So, she pretended to be nervous to avoid awkward interactions.

Of course, the reunion would also feature the rather troublesome Chu Ruobing, who had taken the initiative to flirt with Zhou Qian last time. Song Luoxue was determined to confront Chu Ruobing this time, eager to see what made this “White Moonlight” of the original female lead so special.

Just as Zhou Qian agreed to go with Song Luoxue, she suddenly remembered something, her brow furrowing slightly. “Luo Xue, what about the property notarization we discussed? How’s that coming along?”

She hadn’t wanted to dampen Song Luoxue’s enthusiasm, but this matter was crucial to her future leg health, so she had to ask.