After Becoming the Live-in Scummy Alpha, I Pamper Her with Real Strength - Chapter 3

Mo Qingran lifted her chin slightly. “Come here. Answer the call. Put it on speaker.”

A string of commands issued in her usual commanding tone—one that made it almost instinctive to obey. He Song walked over slowly, sat on the edge of the bed, and put the phone—now connected—to Mo Qingran’s ear.

“Jiang Weiran, did you get it done or not? Didn’t I tell you to call me right away?”

On the other end of the line, a sharp female voice came through—powerful, but full of impatience. She had clearly been waiting a long time and was now growing anxious.

He Song tucked her long hair behind her ear, revealing a bare, fresh face devoid of makeup, lending her a soft, elegant look. She braced herself under Mo Qingran’s intense gaze and replied with difficulty, “It didn’t work out. Something went wrong.”

Mo Yun was furious. She had waited the entire night, and now she’d waited for nothing. Her fingers clenched so hard she nearly snapped her nails.

“What the hell happened? A sure thing like this—how did you screw it up? Do you realize that if you don’t force the mark, with Mo Qingran’s personality, you’ll never marry into the Mo family?”

He Song rubbed her temple and tried to mimic the original Jiang Weiran’s tone.

“Aunt Mo, don’t be mad. I’ve been thinking… If we use force, Mo Qingran will never give in. I think we need to take our time. Use sincerity and love to win her over.”

She fluttered her lashes and looked at Mo Qingran with what she hoped was a changed and reformed sincerity.

A snort came from the other end, dripping with sarcasm.

“You’ve chased her for a year—has she ever even looked at you properly? She can’t stand you. Win her over? What a joke. Don’t try to butter me up. You’d better start thinking seriously about how to get Mo Qingran. Let me remind you: the number of people who want to marry into the Mo family is a mile long. And you’re not the only one with a high compatibility match. Do you hear me?”

He Song caught the veiled threat and felt an unfamiliar sting of sympathy.

Mo Qingran, the only heiress of the wealthy Mo family, was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Raised in luxury, she had been adored and protected by everyone. In S City, no one dared cross her.

But times had changed. That once-cherished heiress was now being paraded around like merchandise by her own relatives, with predators lining up to exploit her. Surrounded by wolves, the little white rabbit had no choice but to become a fox.

Life for her must have been hell.

The few lines of backstory in the script couldn’t begin to describe what this woman had been through.

He Song tightened her grip on the phone, swallowing a lump in her throat.

“Aunt Mo, even if there’s no love between us, we still have a 95% compatibility score. No one else comes close. Mo Qingran wouldn’t even consider them. Don’t worry—I’ll plan it carefully.”

Mo Yun calmed slightly. It was true—only He Song’s compatibility with Mo Qingran exceeded the 90% legal threshold for mating.

Her tone did a complete 180, instantly switching to that of a benevolent elder.

“Weiran, I’m glad you understand. Auntie really favors you. If you can marry into the Mo family, we’ll be family. So please, take Mo Qingran seriously, alright?”

He Song scoffed silently. Of course Mo Yun was being nice now—only because she was useful. She muttered a few polite platitudes before ending the call.

Mo Yun was ruthless and manipulative. Later on, she would use Jiang Weiran to do all kinds of despicable things to hurt Mo Qingran. When Mo Qingran’s glands were injured and she was hospitalized, Mo Yun even considered poisoning her. It never came to pass, but it said everything about the kind of woman she was.

Setting down the phone, He Song looked at Mo Qingran and said seriously,

“Your second aunt is dangerous. Last night’s incident was her idea. Be careful around her—she’ll do anything if she feels cornered.”

But Mo Qingran remained expressionless, arms crossed as she stared coldly at He Song.

He Song sighed. Gaining her trust would take time.

“I know I was… awful before. But I’ve changed. I won’t marry you. I won’t hurt you again. I’ll keep pretending for Mo Yun’s sake, but I promise not to bother you anymore.”

Her tone was firm, like she was ready to swear on her life.

Mo Qingran considered for a moment, then pointed at the door.

“Get out.”

He Song: …Okay.

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In the following days, He Song holed up in Jiang Weiran’s apartment, getting familiar with this strange new world. Apart from the ABO setting—and, well, pregnancy—it wasn’t too different from her own world.

Yes… pregnancy.

Regardless of s3x, as long as someone was an Omega, they had reproductive capabilities. A full marking during heat greatly increased the odds of conception. It was practically a must-have for every household… cough, cough, what a spicy setting.

But since she was stuck here, she had to keep living. And He Song loved acting—she still wanted to return to her original profession.

The problem was… Jiang Weiran’s reputation in the industry.

Before she could consider her career plan, the door to the apartment burst open.

A pudgy, middle-aged man barged in carrying a brown leather briefcase.

He was sweating profusely and didn’t even bother taking off his shoes. His wet soles left muddy prints on the floor as he flung his bag onto the couch. He gave He Song a glance, then went to the kitchen, cracked open a bottle of water, and chugged it down in one go.

He Song grimaced. It was deeply unpleasant to have her personal space invaded like this. Especially when she saw those shoe prints dirtying her freshly mopped floor.

She clenched her fists.

I just mopped that!

But she forced herself to calm down. She knew who this was: Liu Fande, Jiang Weiran’s agent.

Liu Fande treated Jiang Weiran’s apartment like his own. After gulping down the water, he glanced at He Song with disdain. In his eyes, Jiang Weiran was just a dumb, pretty face—someone who had lucked into Mo Qingran’s favor.

Before that match, she was just another forgettable background actor. But thanks to a high pheromone compatibility score, she was engaged to Mo Qingran, the heiress of the Mo family.

That alone landed her a deal with Mo Group’s entertainment giant, Huanyao Entertainment, giving her access to more resources than she could ever use. Blockbusters, star-studded dramas—she got top billing despite having zero talent.

Three albums. Eighteen songs. All flopped.

She had the name, the face, the exposure—but no public appeal. Her fame came not from work, but from scandal after scandal.

One day, she’d be caught dining with a male celeb. The next, hugging a starlet in public. She was the poster child for scandalous Alphas.

Even fans of other low-ranked celebs mocked her:

• “At least our guy’s dating sincerely. Unlike someone else who’s riding five boats at once.”

• “Yeah, our girl’s crying scenes are bad—but at least she can cry. That one? She just stares dry-eyed like she’s constipated.”

Yet Jiang Weiran’s few remaining fans still cheerfully claimed:

“Yeah, she’s dumb and messy, but I love watching her act.”

He Song’s stomach churned. In short, Jiang Weiran was infamous.

Nobody dared openly sabotage her, though—after all, she was Mo Qingran’s fiancée. Cross her, and it might cost you your career.

But Liu Fande knew the truth. Mo Qingran couldn’t stand Jiang Weiran. Over the past year, he’d tried everything to help Weiran win her over. Nothing worked.

He pulled out a few ad contracts and new scripts, dumping them in front of He Song.

“Here, pick something.”

She flipped through the scripts. Her expression grew darker by the page.

What the hell were these? Garbage?

She gave Liu Fande a withering glare. Jiang Weiran had paid him well, but he’d been secretly funneling her resources to other actors. At first it was subtle. Then, realizing Jiang was too dumb to notice, he got bolder.

Now, looking at this pile of trash, He Song slammed the table and flung the scripts in his face.

“This is what you—the company’s top agent—bring me? Picked with your feet? And these endorsement deals—didn’t the contract clearly say luxury brands only? You gave ‘Pink Family’ to Fang Qi again, don’t think

I didn’t notice.”

Liu Fande froze. He hadn’t expected her to know.

He stammered, “You said you were too busy lately—I just thought you needed rest! You’ve got so many endorsements anyway, what’s one or two?”

He Song narrowed her eyes.

“Those are my endorsements. It’s my decision to share them or not—not yours. Liu Fande, you’re fired. As of today, you’re no longer my agent.”

His mind went blank. Usually, no matter what he did, Jiang Weiran turned a blind eye. He never thought she’d actually fire him.

Without her, his clout in the company would plummet.

Forcing a smile, he tried to smooth things over.

“You must be misunderstanding me… I’ll make sure to consult you in the future…”

He Song cut him off coldly.

“This isn’t a joke. I’ll notify the company—your contract is terminated.”

He lost it.

“Jiang Weiran! Don’t be ungrateful! I made you who you are!”

He Song nearly laughed. What a joke. He hadn’t helped her clean up a single scandal and even tried to pimp her out to wannabe starlets.

“I think replacing you is the only smart move for my career. Let’s be honest—if I wasn’t engaged to Mo Qingran, you’d have dropped me long ago.”

Liu Fande sneered, “Without that engagement, you’d be nothing. Don’t think you’re untouchable just because you lucked out. You’ll be kicked out of the Mo family soon enough.”

He Song shrugged.

“Maybe. But I haven’t been kicked out yet. And firing one eyesore? Easy.”

She smiled—beautiful and sharp enough to sting.

“Wanna bet I can get you blacklisted in this industry?”

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Author’s Note:

When is our bossy He Song finally gonna snuggle her wife already~? 💕