After Becoming the Live-in Scummy Alpha, I Pamper Her with Real Strength - Chapter 14

Taking advantage of the production break, He Song and Mo Qingran made a trip to the civil affairs bureau to register their marriage.

Same-s3x marriage procedures were no different from heterosexual ones—except for one detail: the marriage certificate listed both individuals’ third gender classification.

Since neither of them had brought ID photos in advance, they both sat side-by-side in matching white shirts in the designated photo booth—two plastic chairs, a red curtain as the backdrop.

The staff member taking their picture was a cheerful, slightly plump auntie with a big permed afro. She greeted every couple with a warm smile and friendly demeanor.

“Come a little closer—yes, closer.”

“You two are the best-looking couple I’ve seen today.”

“Shoulders touching now! Come on, you’re already married—no need to be shy.”

Both He Song and Mo Qingran felt a little awkward and embarrassed. It was just a photo, but under the auntie’s suggestive tone and playful eyes, their cheeks flushed bright red.

He Song scratched her brow with her right hand, then looped her left arm gently behind Mo Qingran’s back, resting it on her right shoulder and pulling her in just a little closer.

Mo Qingran felt the heat radiating from He Song’s palm, and a moment later, the hand politely withdrew.

The auntie, amused by their nervous body language, teased, “You two must really love each other.”

Love? Mo Qingran was slightly taken aback. This was a contract marriage—there was no dating, let alone feelings involved. But to an outsider, did they really seem that close?

“Alright, give me a smile and I’ll snap the photo. The one on the right, smile a little more!”

He Song flashed a sweet, easy grin—she was a natural. Mo Qingran, however, looked stiff. Her smile barely tugged at the corners of her lips, and her expression screamed “I’m about to walk into a business meeting.”

With slightly sweaty palms, she murmured to He Song, “I can’t. No matter how I try, my smile just feels… forced.”

He Song leaned in close and cupped a hand around Mo’s ear, whispering something in a low voice.

A moment later, the afro-haired auntie saw the elegant ice queen burst out in genuine laughter. That cold front melted like snow under sunlight, warmth filling those striking eyes.

Click. The camera captured the moment—two radiant smiles glowing in a perfectly framed photo.

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On the way back, He Song kept carefully flipping the marriage certificate open and closed, staring at the picture and the bright red stamp. She’d open it, close it, then open it again—so many times that Mo Qingran, driving beside her, couldn’t help but laugh.

She asked what He Song had whispered into her ear back in the booth—was it a real story or just something made up to make her laugh?

He Song replied, “Totally real. A deeply embarrassing personal experience. I nearly wanted to dig a hole and disappear with my toes.”

She’d told Mo about a humiliating moment on set.

Once, a production team was short on background extras and brought in about fifty men to act as thugs. All were dressed in black Zhongshan suits with buzz cuts—it was a sea of identical tough guys.

He Song, tall and sharp-featured, had donned a wig and a dashing, androgynous look. With her slim build and striking bone structure, it was hard to tell her gender.

After shooting wrapped, the guys started chatting and joking around. Some suggested going to a nearby bathhouse to unwind. He Song sat stiffly nearby, silently panicking. When they insisted she go too—nearly trying to drag her there—she awkwardly pulled off her wig.

Long, glossy black hair spilled down her back, and the previously sharp masculine energy gave way to something cool, confident, and undeniably feminine.

Every guy in the room gaped in shock.

Two rabbits run side by side—how can one tell if they’re male or female?

It was basically a live-action Mulan reveal.

He Song had never told anyone that story. Back then, she was just another nameless extra lost in a crowd—no one even remembered her name.

Mo Qingran gave her a once-over and commented, “Well, clearly your cross-dressing was pretty convincing.”

He Song beamed. “Yeah, but I had zero interest in scrubbing down with fifty sweaty guys.”

Even though it had happened years ago, He Song now looked back on it as one of those unique life experiences.

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The short break came to an end, and Yu Dongdong returned to set on time. She even apologized to the crew and treated everyone to a meal.

Her sudden change in attitude toward He Song didn’t go unnoticed.

Off camera, she eagerly chatted with He Song and ran lines with her. If she bought bubble tea or ordered food, she always got an extra one for He Song. Even Sister Mei, her notoriously prickly assistant who used to glare at He Song like she owed her money, had warmed up significantly to Lili.

Under a makeshift sunshade, He Song sat on a little stool memorizing her lines. Lili sipped bubble tea and dabbed at He Song’s forehead. The heavy costume was sweltering in the heat, and sweat beaded across her face—if it smudged her makeup, they’d have to redo everything.

“Hey, He-jie,” Lili said bluntly. “Do you think Yu Dongdong… might have a crush on you?”

He Song looked up, placed the script on her lap, and grabbed a water bottle from the table. She chugged half of it in one go, making Lili smack her thigh in panic.

“Slow down, sis! If you drink too much, you’ll have to pee again—and that costume’s a nightmare to get out of.” The outfit looked sleek and practical, but in reality, it involved a skirt, pants, and several tight cords crisscrossed at the waist.

He Song exhaled and set the bottle down. “Don’t overthink it. She’s just grateful I helped her out. That incident wasn’t easy on her either.”

“Well, now that you’ve got Miss Mo, you better not be thinking about anyone else.”

He Song burst out laughing. “Are you spying on me for Mo Qingran?”

“She’s busy, but I’m not. I won’t let anyone sneak in while she’s not looking.”

From a distance, Director Yan called them over again. Still laughing, He Song tossed the script onto Lili’s lap and stood up.

“Then you’d better do a thorough job. I expect full daily reports—where I went, who I spoke to. Miss even one detail, and I’ll be very upset.”

Lili pouted. “He-jie… you’re so naughty”.

Before they knew it, the filming had reached the halfway mark. Lu Li, now on Penglai Island, had uncovered the truth behind the Eight-Chariot Map and the tragic extermination of her sect. With a heavy heart, she made the decision to take the map and travel alone to the heart of the storm—the capital city of the Dayu Dynasty, Licheng.

It was the one place where both truth and revenge awaited.

“Lu Li, please don’t go, okay? Don’t chase the secret behind the Eight Chariot Map anymore. The road ahead will only get harder.” At the entrance of Penglai Island, Wen Xiao held Lu Li’s arm tightly, pleading with her not to leave.

Lu Li’s heart ached, but she swallowed her tears and said firmly, “I must avenge them.”

“You know how vicious they are. They wiped out an entire powerful sect overnight—do you think they’ll spare you? Going up against them is like an ant shaking a tree. Even Penglai Island won’t be able to protect you.”

Lu Li replied, “Senior Sister, I know you’re saying this for my sake. But asking me to let go of my sect’s bl00d feud and live in peace—I just… can’t. Every night, I dream of standing in Lishui Sect, surrounded by

rivers of bl00d and the bodies of my slain brothers and sisters.”

“I have to avenge them.”

In the end, Wen Xiao could only cry as she watched Lu Li’s silhouette grow smaller in the distance.

Neither of them knew… that this farewell would be their final parting in this lifetime.

“Cut!”

“Great work today, everyone! That’s a wrap—thank you all for your hard work.”

He Song let out a breath and adjusted her stance, only to hear quiet sobbing behind her—Yu Dongdong was crying uncontrollably.

Director Yan quickly walked over to comfort her. Dongdong, known for her immersive acting method, often had trouble pulling herself back out of intense scenes.

But this time, her sobbing came with a heartfelt explanation: “I’m just sad… I feel so bad for Wen Xiao. Sobs… It was their last time seeing each other. So many regrets left behind. Sobs… Can’t Wen Xiao just not die?”

He Song could completely empathize with Yu Dongdong. Fully embodying a character—feeling her joys, sorrows, and pains—meant building a powerful emotional connection.

After parting on Penglai Island, Lu Li began her journey to Licheng.

But barely had she left when disaster struck—mysterious black-clad experts, powerful and highly skilled, surrounded Penglai Island and threatened its master, Qionghua: hand over the Eight-Chariot Map, or suffer the same fate as Lishui Sect.

To prevent another massacre, Wen Xiao made a fateful choice—she fled the island with a forged copy of the map.

She was ambushed in Luoxia Valley, a critical passage to Licheng.

Upon hearing of Penglai’s siege and Wen Xiao’s escape, Lu Li rushed back with all haste—but she was too late.

Wen Xiao fought valiantly, but in the end, she bled out. The fake map was stolen, but Penglai Island was spared.

With her death, the female lead’s closest companion exited the stage, and the story plunged into Lu Li’s darkest arc—cold, ruthless, emotionally numb. Her face would never know another smile.

By the time Yu Dongdong’s emotions had finally calmed, her eyes were swollen to the size of walnuts.

He Song chuckled. “Your face is so puffy—how are you supposed to shoot the wrap-up scene tomorrow? I’ll ask Lili to bring you an ice pack. Be careful or Director Yan will go off again.”

Yu Dongdong spread her hands helplessly. “Guess I’ll just shoot it like this. A final scene where she can never catch up to the one she loves. By the way, He-jie, can I treat you to dinner sometime?”

“Just the two of us. I really want to thank you properly for what you did that day.”

Yu Dongdong looked genuinely sincere, innocent even, without a trace of ulterior motive.

Still, He Song instinctively declined. An Alpha and Omega dining alone? If the sleazy gossip blogs caught a whiff of that, they’d start churning out essays in no time.

“I didn’t really do much. It’s the whole crew that deserves credit. Let’s thank everyone together at the next cast dinner.”

Yu Dongdong understood that He Song was politely rejecting her—but that didn’t make it sting any less.

That day she had gone into heat so suddenly, she’d more or less given up on hiding it. She was scared—but at the same time, a part of her wondered if exposure might mean the end of hiding.

When He Song carried her, and she looked up at the frown of concern on her face, it felt like her carefully built walls cracked.

For once… maybe it was okay to lower her guard.

After all, this person already knew everything about her—why not be a little braver?

“He Song, I like you. Not just admiration—I mean like-like. The kind where I want to date you. Would you… consider it?”

Yu Dongdong looked straight at her, eyes filled with raw, burning emotion.

He Song couldn’t hold her gaze. She turned away instinctively.

“…I’m sorry. I don’t feel the same.”

Yu Dongdong pouted, her tone quiet and a little hurt. “You won’t even take some time to think about it? What’s the harm in trying?”

She hesitated for a second. “Or… is it because you already have someone? That girl who handed me the suppressant—was she your girlfriend?”

He Song froze—why was Mo Qingran being brought up?

Seeing her reaction, Yu Dongdong nodded knowingly. “I figured it was a long shot. But still, I had to try. Tomorrow’s the final scene, and then I’m leaving. Can’t lie—it’s hard to say goodbye.”

She spoke with forced cheer, as though the person who had just confessed and been rejected wasn’t her.

He Song awkwardly tried to explain, “It’s not that. She’s more like… my boss?” Well, my boss’s boss, technically.

Yu Dongdong gave a teasing grin. “She’s gorgeous. Even I, an Omega, felt a flutter. You better make your move fast.”

“You two standing together… you really do look like a perfect match.”

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Author’s note:

Author: Are you the president of their fan club?

Yu Dongdong: No… I want to be the third wheel.