After Being Bitten By Top-Tier O, Flop A Went Viral - Chapter 47
47: Half a Love Rival
Qin Que opened her mouth, but the barrage of reprimands she had been holding back was utterly shattered by Yan Qing’s words. After a long pause, she finally managed to squeeze out a sentence: “Don’t do this again in the future.”
Even if it was her, it wasn’t acceptable.
Heaven knew how much effort it had taken her to restrain herself from seeking Yan Qing’s lips just now.
Yan Qing looked at the alpha in front of her, fists clenched tightly, and suddenly felt that her own actions had been somewhat reckless. Perhaps Qin Que herself hadn’t even noticed, but when Yan Qing released her pheromones, Qin Que’s usually faint, almost imperceptible milky scent had instantly intensified, even overpowering Yan Qing’s pheromones for a moment.
Like a normal alpha.
The pheromones wrapped around Yan Qing with unprecedented fervor, blatantly expressing their owner’s desire to get closer.
This had never happened before. Most of the time, she could only sense slight fluctuations in Qin Que’s emotions during moments of intense turmoil.
She should have felt danger. She should have retreated the moment she realized something was amiss.
But at that time, Qin Que was holding her, strong hands pressing against her back, even causing her some pain.
The alpha had trapped her like a cage, and for a moment, she couldn’t break free.
Was this Qin Que’s alpha side?
Like biting into a liquor-filled chocolate, the bitter shell giving way to the burning alcohol inside, searing her throat.
Yet, to her surprise, she didn’t feel as much disgust or rejection as she’d expected. Her heart, stimulated into a frantic rhythm, even stirred with a hint of anticipation.
Anticipation to see a different side of Qin Que. A curiosity to know just how far the other’s restraint could go.
When Qin Que released her again, Yan Qing was both moved by the other’s obedience and, secretly, a little disappointed.
Her youthful theories about love had indeed been her genuine beliefs.
For a relationship to last, both parties had to demand something from each other.
Qin Que had once said that as long as Yan Qing was happy, that was enough. But now, that probably wasn’t sufficient anymore.
She was waiting for Qin Que to ask for more.
Only then would she know whether she was willing to give it—and whether she could.
With Jin Shuo and her partner withdrawing from the competition for the second time, Qin Que and Yan Qing took first place in the dance performance.
The stimulation Yan Qing had given her was so intense that Qin Que now associated the song with that moment, making it effortless to channel those emotions into her performance. Meanwhile, Nie Sijun’s modern solo dance, Rebirth, required considerable stamina. By the latter half, the woman was exhausted and couldn’t fully convey the phoenix-like resurgence the piece demanded.
Wu Zihan’s feedback for Qin Que and Yan Qing was succinct: “Not bad.”
For Nie Sijun, she offered a slew of suggestions, emphasizing the need to improve her physical endurance after the show.
The live audience erupted into lively discussions.
Comment 1: What kind of blindfold play is this? Suddenly things got steamy.
Comment 2: Am I the only one who thought Que Que’s gritted-teeth expression when Yan Qing let go was kinda dominant?
Comment 3: It’s just a blindfold—why so intense? Hugging her that tightly… Yan Qing’s back must have five finger marks now (laughs).
Comment 4: I feel like both of them were acting weird. Why was Yan Qing’s face so red too?
Comment 5: From being squeezed too hard?
Comment 6: Some of you are just impossible. They’re obviously hiding something from us!
Comment 7: What could it be? At most, they’ve been secretly flirting off-camera.
Comment 8: No way. If Qin Que really had something going on with Yan Qing, wouldn’t there have been rumors before the show aired?
“Today’s class is over.” Wu Zihan walked back to the podium and lightly tapped the desk.
“Yay!” Naturally, Yan Qing was the only one who cheered without restraint, earning herself a glare from Wu Zihan.
“Miss Mi asked me to announce today’s audience task,” Wu Zihan said, pulling out her phone. “They’re curious—does Qin Que think Yan Qing has any flaws? Qin Que, please try to list three of Yan Qing’s flaws. Success will earn you 30 campus coins. Do you accept?”
Finally, a task that didn’t involve physical intimacy.
But this was somehow worse.
Qin Que shook her head firmly. “I refuse.”
She couldn’t shake the feeling that this task was targeting her. Before, they’d always teased her for blushing. Now that she’d finally gotten better at controlling it, they wanted her to criticize Yan Qing?
It wasn’t that she couldn’t think of any flaws—Yan Qing loved teasing her, could be incredibly childish when in a playful mood, and… trusted Qin Que’s self-control way too much.
But in her mind, a flaw only counted if it bothered the person affected.
And she liked all of those things.
So they were all virtues.
“Are you stupid?” Just as she was feeling proud of her principled stance, Yan Qing flicked her forehead.
Did I say something wrong?
Qin Que covered her forehead, aggrieved, only to see Yan Qing raise her hand without hesitation. “Teacher, I accept. Can I list Qin Que’s flaws instead?”
Huh?
Now, Qin Que’s indignation was tinged with unease.
Had she done something to annoy Yan Qing?
“Go ahead,” Wu Zihan said, amused by the contrast between Yan Qing’s smugness and Qin Que’s pout. She was curious to hear what Yan Qing would say.
“First, she’s too well-behaved.” As she spoke, Yan Qing reached over.
Before Qin Que could react, her hair was thoroughly ruffled.
She reached up to grab Yan Qing’s hand, but the other woman had already pulled back, grinning. “Makes it seem like I’m always bullying her.”
Everyone in the classroom: “…”
You literally are bullying her right now.
Qin Que stared at Yan Qing’s smug face, her frustration mounting.
Why hadn’t she thought of this? She could’ve used this chance to tease Yan Qing back.
“Second, her temper is too good. No matter how much you bully her, she never gets angry.” Yan Qing took advantage of Qin Que’s internal grumbling to pinch her cheek, dodging again before Qin Que could retaliate.
Qin Que: “…”
She refused to let this slide.
“Third—hey!” Yan Qing reached out again, but this time, Qin Que was ready.
She caught Yan Qing’s finger between her teeth.
Qin Que hadn’t actually intended to bite down—she’d just been flustered and wanted to scare Yan Qing into pulling back.
The moment her teeth touched the delicate skin, she immediately released it, anxiously grabbing Yan Qing’s hand to check. “D-did I hurt you?”
There wasn’t even a red mark on the pale finger, just a faint sheen of saliva.
Only then did Qin Que realize how bold her actions had been.
Her face burned.
“S-sorr—”
She only got halfway through the apology before Yan Qing pinched her cheeks.
Yan Qing’s face was only slightly less red than hers. “Wow, you really can’t take a compliment!”
The others exchanged glances. The first to crack was Nie Sijun, who burst out laughing before hastily turning to face the wall, though her shoulders continued to shake.
“Third flaw: her bite is too strong? Fine, I’ll count it as a pass.” Wu Zihan’s lips twitched, but she managed to keep a straight face. “Class dismissed.”
As everyone filed out of the classroom, Qin Que rubbed her sore cheeks and headed to the restroom to splash some water on her face. On the way, she spotted Dai Yuchen standing by the door of another classroom down the hall. When he noticed her alone, his expression darkened with malice, but he didn’t dare do anything, merely scoffing and turning away.
Qin Que ignored him and kept walking. The hallway near the restroom was designated as a privacy zone, with cameras suspended at a distance. Just as she was about to enter, she heard faint sobbing from inside.
She froze, but her gaze had already taken in the scene.
Yan Yuzhen was clutching Wu Zihan’s clothes, crying into her arms, while Jin Shuo stood nearby, looking lost and heartbroken.
Wu Zihan’s back was to the door, so Qin Que couldn’t see her expression, only the way her hand hovered uncertainly over Yan Yuzhen’s back before dropping again.
Clearly, Yan Yuzhen’s tears had unsettled her so much that she hadn’t noticed Qin Que’s footsteps.
What do I do?
Forget washing her face. Qin Que wanted to leave but worried that the sound of her footsteps would draw attention and make the situation even more awkward. She stood there, paralyzed.
Just then, she caught Yan Qing’s pheromones.
As if finding her anchor, she turned eagerly to see Yan Qing sneaking up behind her, hand raised to cover her mouth.
Qin Que: “…”
Couldn’t you have just tapped me? If I struggle and make noise, will we even make it out of this bathroom alive today?
Seeing Qin Que’s reaction, Yan Qing looked slightly disappointed but quickly adjusted, pointing to a nearby classroom also within the privacy zone and gesturing for her to follow.
The two tiptoed into the classroom and closed the door. Only then did Qin Que dare to exhale fully.
“Wh-what’s going on?”
Yan Qing peered out the window to ensure no one was coming before motioning Qin Que to a corner. “Like I said before, as long as those three perform Ran Dong well, nothing else matters.”
Qin Que’s face twisted in confusion. She wasn’t particularly nosy, but she couldn’t fathom how Teacher Wu had gotten entangled with those two kids.
“Hey, stop making that ‘old man on the subway’ meme face. You’re too pretty for that.” Yan Qing patted her head, amused. “It’s simple, really. Both their mothers were Teacher Wu’s juniors. But Xiaoyu’s mom passed away when she was ten. Auntie Yan never married—Xiaoyu was conceived using donated sperm, so she never had another parent. After Auntie Yan died, her relatives swooped in and divided her assets but refused to take proper care of Xiaoyu. Even when forced to adopt her due to inheritance laws, they treated her coldly.”
“Oh.” Qin Que hadn’t expected someone as lively as Yan Yuzhen to have such a tragic past. She wasn’t sure how to respond. “You didn’t have to tell me this. I…”
She felt this was too personal.
Yan Qing frowned. “You think I’m gossiping?”
Qin Que shook her head. “N-no, I just thought it wasn’t my business. It doesn’t feel right to listen.”
She trusted Yan Qing wouldn’t share this with just anyone.
“How is it not your business?” Yan Qing raised an eyebrow. “If it’s related to me, it’s related to you.”
Qin Que: “…Okay. I won’t tell anyone.”
She was oddly touched.
“It wasn’t as bad as you think. The Yan family was once influential. Even after their decline, they were still wealthy. Xiaoyu may not have been loved by her relatives, but she never lacked for material comforts. The worst that could’ve happened was an arranged marriage—same as what I would’ve faced if I hadn’t escaped.” Yan Qing shrugged casually.
“Don’t say that. Isn’t that bad enough?” Qin Que’s heart ached. She hated hearing Yan Qing speak so lightly about a fate that could’ve robbed her of her freedom.
It only made her心疼 her more.
“But then a heroine arrived,” Yan Qing said, smiling, though her gaze grew distant, as if recalling the past. “Teacher Wu couldn’t stand it anymore and personally went to demand custody of Xiaoyu. She tore into those hypocrites until they couldn’t lift their heads. It was like watching a war goddess in action.”
“Hah.” Qin Que could almost picture it. Combined with how fiercely Wu Zihan had scolded Dai Yuchen earlier, she felt a cathartic satisfaction. But she was more curious about one thing: “How do you know all this?”
Yan Qing had likely left her family by then. There was no way those wealthy families would’ve recorded their humiliation and let it spread.
“Oh, I was right behind her, helping by flipping tables and smashing dishes—distracting the crowd. A bunch of people came at me, and I splashed wine in their faces.” Yan Qing blinked innocently, half-joking.
Qin Que: “…”
She remembered Yan Qing’s legendary school demolition. The woman was absolutely capable of such things.
So cool.
Even someone as mild-tempered as her felt a twinge of regret for missing out on the spectacle.
“Teacher Wu took Xiaoyu home. She taught her whatever she wanted to learn and, no matter how busy, always picked her up from school. She treated Xiaoyu a hundred times better than she did us students. Though Teacher Wu never had children, I imagine this is how she’d have treated a daughter.” Yan Qing’s smile softened at the memory. “Jin Shuo’s mother is still alive, but as a beta, she wasn’t valued in her family. She admired Teacher Wu, so she begged her mother to let her study under her as a closed-door disciple.”
“Hmm.” Qin Que thought this was still a heartwarming story. How had it devolved into Ran Dong?
Yan Qing seemed to read her mind and smirked. “Hence my point—being too charismatic is a curse. Teacher Wu poured her heart into raising those two, only for them to develop… inappropriate feelings for her.”
Qin Que leaned back slightly. “Both of them?”
Yan Qing nodded. “Both.”
Qin Que inhaled sharply, suddenly feeling sympathy for Wu Zihan.
“They were childhood friends, so there were definitely some romantic undertones between them,” Yan Qing mused. “My dutiful teacher probably thought they’d end up together. But then, on Xiaoyu’s fifteenth birthday, she received two love letters—including lines like, ‘No matter which of us Teacher chooses, the other must accept it without resentment.’”
Qin Que: “…”
She was at a complete loss for words.
“Imagine how she felt. She worked so hard to raise these two, only for them to turn around and… well.” Yan Qing massaged her temples. “My poor teacher took her first sick leave, boarded the earliest flight to Country A, and stayed there for a month. When she returned, she’d lost weight.”
Qin Que stammered, “And then?”
“Then she sent Jin Shuo back to the Jin family and Xiaoyu to an idol training camp in Country H. She returned to her solitary life.” Yan Qing’s eyes dimmed slightly. “But she must’ve still cared for them. After years together, even a dog would’ve grown on her, let alone someone as soft-hearted beneath her tough exterior.”
“Maybe—no, definitely not love.” Yan Qing smiled wryly. “But she couldn’t let go either. It became a lifelong regret for her—a woman who lived with integrity, only to stumble over the children she raised.”
Qin Que: “…I can understand.”
“Later, both signed with Bosen and joined that survival show, becoming a CP. Talk about irony.” Yan Qing tapped the desk. “Of course they’re popular. They’re not just childhood sweethearts—they’re also half-love rivals.”
Qin Que facepalmed. “Please don’t insert your shipping agenda at a time like this.”
Yan Qing glared. “Stop judging me with your dirty mind! I hope they end up together and move on from Teacher Wu. Then at least they can have a normal relationship instead of this mess.”
Qin Que hesitated. “But…”
“But clearly, neither of them has moved on. Kids are so troublesome. How does that song go? ‘A moment of youthful infatuation can last a lifetime’?” Yan Qing sighed. “Teacher Wu probably joined this show partly for my senior sister, but the other reason was likely to check on them. Now she’s stuck dealing with this again.”
As she spoke, she noticed Qin Que’s gaze fixed on the classroom door, her expression stiffening.
A bad feeling settled in Yan Qing’s stomach. She turned slowly.
The classroom door had been silently opened at some point.
Wu Zihan stood in the doorway, staring at them expressionlessly.
Well, sh1t.