After Being Bitten By Top-Tier O, Flop A Went Viral - Chapter 1
1: Get Lost
“Why are you getting worse even while taking medication?” In the Information Disorder Treatment Department of Yuncheng First People’s Hospital, a female beta doctor in her forties furrowed her brows as she looked at the young woman across from her, her expression filled with confusion.
The patient was an alpha, blessed with striking good looks—fair skin, delicate features, and a pair of peach-blossom eyes shimmering with moisture, more captivating than an omega’s. Her waist-length, jet-black hair was neatly tied back, and she wore a clean white shirt, faded jeans, and a pair of casual sneakers commonly worn by students. Despite her nearly six-foot frame, she sat hunched on an uncomfortable stool, hands on her knees, gazing at the doctor with an obedient, innocent expression, like a high school student listening to a lecture.
“I don’t know either. I’ve been taking the medicine exactly as prescribed.”
In fact, when the doctor first saw this patient, she had genuinely mistaken her for an underage case of early differentiation gone wrong—something increasingly common in today’s environment where kids mature early.
But a glance at her medical records revealed she was already 25.
The patient’s name was Qin Que, reportedly a minor celebrity. However, the doctor hadn’t watched TV in years and had no idea who she was. Compared to Qin Que herself, the doctor was far more interested in her condition.
Hormone Degeneration Syndrome, one of the rarest hormone-related disorders, typically seen in alphas or omegas born with inherently weak hormones. As the condition progresses, their hormone levels gradually decline, the intervals between their cycles grow longer, until eventually, they become indistinguishable from betas.
Losing their hormones alone wouldn’t be so bad, but degeneration syndrome often comes with other side effects: declining physical function, insomnia, frequent nightmares, weakened immunity, and so on.
What puzzled the doctor was that she had pulled Qin Que’s hormone samples from when she first differentiated at 18 and found that this girl’s hormones weren’t weak at all—they were far above average. Nowadays, hormone grading for alphas and omegas isn’t allowed, but if it were, Qin Que’s hormone levels at differentiation would easily qualify for an S-grade rating.
How could someone like this develop degeneration syndrome?
Could it really be that her mental state was affecting her physiology?
“What did Dr. Wang say?” The doctor sighed and began writing out a prescription.
Dr. Wang was the attending physician at the hospital’s Hormone Disorder Psychological Counseling Clinic, primarily responsible for providing therapy to alphas with unspeakable struggles. Her office was perpetually shrouded in gloom.
“Uh, she suggested I try dating.” Qin Que said, her eyes darting away as a faint blush spread across her fair cheeks.
The doctor didn’t need to look to know this was absolutely a sanitized version of Dr. Wang’s advice. Given that woman’s abysmal bedside manner, she’d probably said something like: “With looks like yours, why not try hooking up with an omega? ‘Gather ye rosebuds while ye may’—carpe diem, girl!”
“While I don’t agree with Dr. Wang’s counseling principles,” the doctor pushed the medical card with the new prescription toward Qin Que, “we’ve basically tried every treatment option available. Maybe you should just go find someone to date?”
Qin Que pocketed the card and nodded politely. “Alright, I understand. Thank you, Doctor.”
Carrying a plastic bag full of medicine out of the hospital, Qin Que sighed softly and pulled out her phone to check Weibo. The hashtag #QinQue Extreme Anti-Charisma# had already dropped off the trending list but remained associated with her name.
Clicking into it, the top post was a video from a well-known film critic on a certain platform—”When she looked at the female lead, the female lead’s love addiction was instantly cured.”
The video clipped scenes from the recently aired period romance drama After Transmigrating as the Illegitimate Daughter O, I Was Wooed by Five Alphas, which followed an omega girl who transmigrates to ancient times and gets entangled in love and hate with multiple alphas. Qin Que played the eighth female lead—not even one of the five alphas in the title—but a loyal bodyguard who, after being saved by the female lead, devotedly followed her until dying to protect her. Her total screen time didn’t exceed 20 minutes.
How could such a minor role in an obscure drama, played by Qin Que—a thirty-eighth-tier actress virtually unknown in the industry—earn the attention of such a prominent critic and briefly top the trending list?
The answer lay in the video.
The stunningly beautiful omega female lead gazed affectionately at the cold, elegant bodyguard and said with heartfelt emotion, “Li Zhe, for my sake—it’s not worth it!”
The bodyguard’s expression hovered somewhere between “I stole three pounds of eggs from the female lead’s house” and “I pulled three all-nighters to meet a deadline.” “Rong’er, for you, even if I’m torn to pieces…”
Qin Que cringed so hard her scalp went numb and hurriedly paused the video.
She swore she’d tried her best—she’d filmed this scene over a dozen times, using every acting trick she knew to get into character. Yet in the end, what should have been a tear-jerking climax turned into the female lead’s self-indulgent monologue.
The comments section was a riot of laughter.
Comment 1: I owe an apology to every ugly alpha and omega I’ve ever insulted. I used to think only ugly people had anti-charisma, but today was a real eye-opener.
Comment 2: I get the feeling the bodyguard was actually a spy for the villains and felt guilty after the female lead confessed, right?
Comment 3: Do these two actors have some personal grudge? Did the female lead owe the bodyguard’s actress money?
Comment 4: Just looking at her face, I’d totally be into her—but the thought of her gazing at me like that makes me instantly lose all interest. Thanks, Miss Qin, for curing my lifelong weakness for pretty faces.
Amidst all the comments, one from an account named “Qin Que’s Magpie Fan Club” stood out.
Qin Que’s Magpie Fan Club: Magpie does great in all her other roles—she’s just bad at romance scenes! It’s definitely because she’s never been in love!
Thousands of replies beneath this comment were filled with “LOLs,” most praising the fan for their unexpectedly creative defense.
No one cared how the person in question felt.
#QinQue Lifelong Single# briefly trended again.
Qin Que: Thanks for that.
With a resigned smile, she closed Weibo—just as a white van pulled up in front of her.
“Magpie, get in!” The passenger window rolled down, revealing the excited face of her assistant, Bai Tuantuan.
A recent graduate with less than half a year of experience, Bai Tuantuan had always been lively, but after figuring out Qin Que’s easygoing nature, she’d dropped formalities altogether, even adopting the nickname fans used.
Qin Que got in and glanced around. The van was clearly a higher grade than what she usually used. “Why not take the usual one?”
“Hey, today’s the day your fate could change—can’t let the car drag you down!” Bai Tuantuan gripped the steering wheel, eyes sparkling. “Magpie, you’re so pretty—maybe some famous director will take notice today, and you’ll skyrocket to fame!”
“First of all, in this industry, the ones who aren’t good-looking are the minority,” Qin Que said, sinking into the soft backseat and stretching lazily. She didn’t want to crush Bai Tuantuan’s enthusiasm, but she also didn’t want the girl to be disappointed later. “Second, I’m just filling in for Wen Tong. They probably won’t even know who I am.”
The Golden Gala was a social event organized by Boson Entertainment, one of the industry’s giants, held several times a year in various cities. Attendees were all big names—at the very least, actors who’d starred in hit dramas.
Wen Tong was Qin Que’s friend and one of the current top-tier rising stars, which was why she’d received an invitation. But since she was filming abroad, she’d transferred the spot to Qin Que, who was in Yuncheng.
Though the organizers hadn’t outright refused out of respect for Wen Tong, Qin Que knew her place. If someone as marginal as her dared to schmooze at the event, she’d be thrown out in a heartbeat.
After a quick styling session at her company, Bai Tuantuan drove Qin Que to the Golden Gala’s venue—the luxurious “Yunxiang Pavilion,” Yuncheng’s most extravagant banquet hall.
Looking out the window at the brilliantly lit, gold-glowing grandeur of the building, Qin Que felt like Cinderella in a fairy tale—wearing borrowed clothes, holding an invitation someone else had gifted her, there to make up the numbers.
Actually, she might’ve been worse off than Cinderella. At least Cinderella had the grand ambition of marrying a prince. Qin Que was only here because skipping it would mean a week of nagging from her manager.
Adjusting the stiff bowtie around her neck, Qin Que stepped out of the car and smiled at Bai Tuantuan’s hopeful face. “Alright, I’m going in.”
After handing over her invitation, Qin Que was politely ushered into the banquet hall by an attendant.
The interior was decorated in an elegant, classical style, with fine wines and delicacies already laid out. Well-dressed, attractive men and women held wine glasses, chatting in small groups, each wearing a polite yet warm smile.
Qin Que declined the champagne offered by a server, grabbed a few exquisitely crafted mini cakes, and swiftly tucked herself into a corner sofa.
Surviving until the end of the banquet would be victory enough.
The pink strawberry mousse was light and sweet. Qin Que nibbled on it while discreetly observing the guests.
Famous directors, award-winning actresses, top-tier celebrities—even livestream sales champions.
Any one of these people would normally be someone Qin Que couldn’t even squeeze close enough to for an autograph.
Compared to her company’s annual party, where employees had to prepare their own performances, the difference was night and day.
Just as Qin Que was marveling inwardly, a shadow suddenly fell over her. She sniffed the air, then slowly looked up—only to immediately jerk her head away.
It was an omega woman dressed in very revealing clothing—so revealing that Qin Que felt even a prolonged glance would be inappropriate.
“Oh my, blushing already? How adorable,” the woman said with a laugh. “Whose child is this?”
Another voice answered, “No idea—never seen her before.”
“Here, sweetheart, take this.” Out of the corner of her eye, Qin Que saw the woman’s fair hand slip a card into her suit pocket. “I’m Du Xinlian. I’d be happy to… discuss some pleasurable matters with you.”
With that, she sauntered off. Only when the woman was completely out of sight did Qin Que dare to turn her stiff neck back, heart pounding.
She’d heard of Du Xinlian. A top-tier film director, she’d made many critically acclaimed and commercially successful art films. But even more notorious than her work was her chaotic personal life. Rumor had it she’d cycled through three alpha girlfriends in a single week. When asked by the media, she’d smiled cryptically and said, “They just didn’t suit my taste.”
What had she slipped into Qin Que’s pocket?
Qin Que pulled out the card and nearly burned her fingers just looking at it.
It was a keycard to a hotel room in the Yunxiang Pavilion’s upper levels.
Qin Que wanted to toss it immediately but worried someone else might find and misuse it. She thought about returning it to Du Xinlian but didn’t dare face her. Torn, she finally stuffed the card back into her pocket for now.
Resting her forehead in her hand, she thought back to Bai Tuantuan’s words earlier.
“Maybe some famous director will take notice today.”
Surely this wasn’t the kind of notice she’d meant.
Just as Qin Que was sighing internally, a cloyingly sweet, pungent scent drifted past her nose.
Like cheap liquor mixed with thick syrup—enough to make anyone gag.
Omega-inducing pheromones.
In an instant, Qin Que’s entire body tensed, and she shot up from the sofa.
That was the smell that had haunted her nightmares for years. She could never mistake it.
Her sharp gaze locked onto the source—a tall alpha man in an expensive suit, hurrying through a side door of the banquet hall toward the elevators leading to the upper hotel floors.
What are you planning to do with that this time?
Without hesitation, Qin Que chased after him—only to be stopped by an attendant at the elevator.
“Excuse me, may I see your room key?” The attendant, noting her agitated expression, already had a hand on his walkie-talkie.
“Here.” Thinking fast, Qin Que pulled out Du Xinlian’s keycard and shoved it into the attendant’s hand.
All of Yunxiang Pavilion’s hotel rooms were on the top floor. Qin Que stared at the rising floor numbers, fists clenched, praying silently.
Please let me make it in time. This time, I have to.
With a ding, the elevator doors opened. Qin Que charged into the hallway and immediately spotted the man using a keycard to unlock a room.
Hearing the elevator, the man turned—his eyes flashing with panic for a split second.
Qin Que didn’t hesitate. She lunged forward and punched him square in the face.
“Get lost!”