After Becoming the Live-in Scummy Alpha, I Pamper Her with Real Strength - Chapter 15

Yu Dongdong had wrapped her final scene, and the notoriously stingy Director Yan—whose penny-pinching ways were well known throughout the crew—surprised everyone by proposing a cast dinner.

The whole set exploded with excitement.

Although the crew often had group meals, they usually stuck to low-key eateries or local food stalls. But this time, Director Yan was pulling out all the stops, treating everyone to the most expensive hotel in town. It was nothing short of extravagant.

Everyone marveled at the transformation. “Director Yan has really changed—look at this new level of generosity,” someone laughed. “Yu Dongdong’s really lucky. The iron rooster’s finally plucked a feather.”

After a few drinks, Director Yan’s cheeks turned red, and he started slurring his words as he comforted Yu Dongdong, who was clearly reluctant to leave. “Don’t worry. If fate allows, we’ll work together again.

Thank you all for your hard work these past weeks.”

He Song joined in, raising her glass. As the lead actress, she couldn’t avoid the toasts, but she didn’t mind—she was genuinely happy. The filming process had been harmonious, something she knew from experience was rare and precious.

“Actually,” Director Yan added, swaying slightly as he stood, raising his glass high above his head, “this dinner isn’t just to bid farewell to Yu Dongdong or reward everyone—it’s also to mark the halfway point of our shoot. The rest of the production depends on all of you!”

He squinted at the crowd, scanned the room with exaggerated solemnity, then downed the drink in one gulp—his dramatic flair earning a round of laughter.

Wu Qing, clearly embarrassed, helped him back into his seat and muttered in his ear, “Put your hands down, you’re not surrendering, for god’s sake.”

Wu Qing’s glass held orange juice—he had to drive later, so he was substituting soda for alcohol.

Lili hadn’t touched alcohol either; she was designated to drive He Song back to the Mo residence afterward.

Thinking back to her first time at the Mo residence, Lili recalled being utterly dazed. She couldn’t comprehend how someone like He Song could afford such a massive villa. A thousand scenarios flashed through her mind.

Lottery win? Secret sugar mommy?

She slapped a hand over her mouth, trying to rein in her wild imagination.

And then—

Mo Qingran had stepped out, dressed in a sleek, professional suit, walking gracefully from the front door.

She caught sight of Lili and said casually, “Take good care of her.”

There was no need to clarify who her referred to.

Lili was too shocked to respond. She just nodded furiously like a bobblehead as she watched Mo Qingran, radiant and poised, strut toward the garage in heels.

Oh my god—that’s Miss Mo.

She… she lives here?

And He Song lives here too, so they live together? THEY’RE LIVING TOGETHER?!

Lili sprinted to the door and rang the bell repeatedly. He Song, in the middle of applying sunscreen, opened it—only to recoil in surprise at Lili’s almost deranged expression.

“What’s wrong with you? It’s early morning, why do you look like you’re about to eat someone?”

Lili walked in, trying to compose herself—and then screamed like a crazed rooster:

“Aaaahhh! You’re living together! You two are living together! He-jie! You’ve made it to the top!”

He Song rolled her eyes, resisting the urge to grab Lili, who was spinning in circles like a malfunctioning compass, and smack some sense into her.

“What stage are you at now, He-jie?” Lili calmed down and leaned in. “Have you… done that yet? Huh? That?!”

Which that? Speak clearly! When did you become a walking riddle?

“Nothing happened. It’s just temporary. Got it?”

Lili froze. Living together and nothing’s happened? Does that mean He-jie isn’t… up to the task?

“We’re not… in that kind of relationship. Don’t make assumptions. And why do you get so worked up every time you see Mo Qingran? You want to matchmake us that badly?”

Lili: “Because Miss Mo is my goddess!” Also, I’m the captain of your CP ship—although I might be the only one on board so far.

He Song crossed her arms and gave her a knowing look. “I get it. As long as I’m with her, you get more chances to see your idol, huh?”

Lili gave a thumbs-up. “Exactly.”

He Song sighed. “Don’t get your hopes up. We don’t… feel that way. And come on, why would a domineering CEO fall for a nobody actress like me?” A washed-up Alpha, at that.

Lili couldn’t understand it. The chemistry between them screamed romantic, so why hadn’t anything happened?

After thinking it through, she reached one conclusion: He-jie’s not putting in the effort!

Ugh! My goddess let you move in! You’re still dragging your feet like a mule? An Omega letting an Alpha move into her home—that’s absolute trust!

Since the two leads were hopeless, it was time for her—their biggest CP fan—to take matters into her own hands.

So, from under the table, Lili sneakily pulled out her phone.

Following up her last text—“He-jie has dinner with the crew tonight, won’t be back for dinner”—she sent a new one:

He-jie seems pretty drunk. Miss Mo, do you want to come pick her up?

She then flipped her phone face down on the table and casually refilled He Song’s glass like nothing had happened.

When He Song got drunk, it didn’t show on her face, but if you looked closely, her eyes lost focus, and her movements lagged slightly. A few people were starting to notice.

“Didn’t think He Song would get drunk like this.”

“She just goes all blank.”

“Don’t you think she gives off this mysterious ‘ruler of all’ vibe right now? Haha!”

“You need your eyes checked.”

The dinner party was reaching its chaotic peak. A few tipsy cast members even started singing—turning the luxury hotel into an impromptu karaoke bar.

The hotel really did have karaoke services. They had booked a large private room with several banquet tables and even a well-lit stage with a standing mic. Thanks to soundproofing, no one worried about disturbing others.

Thus began the inevitable parade of tone-deaf singing. He Song, eyes half-closed, was on the verge of dozing off. A sudden nod of her head jolted her back awake.

She rubbed her face and looked up—half the table had cleared out without her noticing.

Turning to Lili, she murmured, “Let’s let Director Yan know and head out? It’s getting late.”

She wasn’t sure if Mo Qingran had gone home yet or was still working overtime at the office.

Lili glanced at her phone. “Let’s wait a bit longer.”

He Song frowned. “Wait for what? I don’t even sing. Let’s just go.”

But Miss Mo hasn’t arrived yet.

He Song stood up and walked over to where Director Yan had slumped bonelessly into a chair. She looked at Wu Qing and said, “Director Yan really knocked himself out tonight. He’s definitely going to wake up with a splitting headache.”

Wu Qing shrugged, helpless. “He’s just happy. He really believes this show’s going to be a hit.”

He Song smiled. “He’s that confident?”

Wu Qing replied, “He has to be. You probably know—he’s always done films. This is his first time directing a drama series. The beginning is the hardest. He put in a ton of prep work before filming started to make sure he didn’t tarnish his reputation.”

He Song nodded. “I believe it too. This show will take off.”

This time, without any scandal involving her and Yu Dongdong, Fenghua Chronicle would finally air without a hitch.

After saying goodbye to the rest of the crew, He Song and Lili headed outside the hotel.

“You go grab the car. I’ll wait here—” He Song didn’t get to finish her sentence before a car horn sounded from across the street.

Lili lit up. “Miss Mo’s here!”

Who? Mo Qingran?

“She came here?”

Lili grinned, “To pick you up, obviously. I’ll drive myself back. You… better make the most of it.”

She even gave her a little cheer-and-fist gesture before leaving.

He Song: …Another day of wanting to smack my assistant.

She pulled her camel-colored coat tighter around herself and slowly walked across the street.

“How come you’re here?” she asked as she got into the car, the faint scent of alcohol immediately filling the cabin.

Mo Qingran, seated behind the wheel, clearly noticed. Her brows pinched slightly. “How much did you drink?”

He Song licked her dry lips and looked away, guilty. “Not… that much.”

“Not much, and you reek like a distillery?”

He Song tugged at her collar and sniffed herself. “It’s not that bad…”

Mo Qingran didn’t respond. She started the car. The Range Rover made a smooth, precise turn and merged onto a festive, lantern-lined avenue.

As they drove, the alcohol in He Song’s system began to churn violently in her stomach, the burning rising into her throat. What she’d been suppressing started to boil over.

Heat rolled through her in waves. She exhaled slightly, feeling as though the air itself was on fire. She cracked the window open, letting the cool evening breeze ease the feverish flush on her cheeks.

It was just past 9 p.m., and the streets were nearly deserted. Mo Qingran drove swiftly and smoothly, arriving home in no time.

After parking in the garage, she glanced over—He Song had slumped back in the passenger seat, fast asleep, but her forehead was covered in sweat.

Mo Qingran reached over to nudge her and was startled by the heat radiating off her. “He Song, are you running a fever?”

He Song slowly opened her eyes, her mind foggy. She pushed down the vague panic building in her chest and mumbled, “It’s fine. Probably just the alcohol. I feel… really hot.”

Half-dragging, half-carrying her, Mo Qingran got her inside and eased her onto the living room sofa.

“Sit here. I’ll make you some hangover soup.”

But unbeknownst to her, He Song had already fallen deep into the grip of a heatwave she couldn’t control. Burning and agitated, she shrugged off her heavy coat, left only in a thin white T-shirt—though even that couldn’t cool her down.

Every inch of her skin felt like it was boiling. The only source of relief was pacing just beyond her reach, radiating a familiar and dangerously enticing scent.

When an Alpha enters an early susceptibility phase, they become hyper-sensitive to the pheromones of compatible Omegas—even if the Omega isn’t actively releasing them.

Back in the kitchen, Mo Qingran was fussing over what to put in the soup. She had just picked up the bowl when an overwhelming Alpha pheromone flooded the space like a tidal wave.

CRASH—the bowl shattered to the floor.

Mo Qingran grabbed the edge of the refrigerator to steady herself. Her knees trembled violently.

That intense, aggressive scent of cedar overwhelmed her own peach-sweet pheromones, dragging them to the surface.

She stumbled toward the door, trying to grab her suppressants—but the moment she stepped out of the kitchen, He Song caught her.

The Alpha pheromones slammed into her like a wall. He Song gripped her wrist tightly, pulled her into her arms, and kissed her without hesitation.

“Mmph—!”

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Author’s Note:

Author: No thoughts, only huff huff.

The lilies in my hometown are blooming~ 🌸