After Being Bitten By Top-Tier O, Flop A Went Viral - Chapter 6

6: Done, Sis

Qin Que’s response was soon reposted by the official “Destined” Weibo account, which even matched her smiley face with a default “fighting” emoji.

Destined: It’s a promise. See you there.

Netizens watching the exchange burst into laughter, and on the surface, the matter was settled just like that.

But the contract still had to be signed.

A day later, Wu Feng saw Qin Que at the company entrance for the first time in a week.

“Haven’t seen you in days—why do you look thinner?”

The alpha in front of her wore a black trench coat and a high-necked sweater, tall and long-legged like a model at first glance, except her complexion looked somewhat haggard.

Wu Feng glanced down at her own thin shirt, puzzled. “Is it that cold?”

Qin Que smiled. “Yeah, I’m afraid of catching a cold.”

She was still running a low fever at the moment. If she caught another draft, she might actually fall ill.

Wu Feng didn’t press further and led her into the company.

Deshun Entertainment was a small-scale company primarily focused on artist management, with a handful of B-list celebrities and many marginal figures like Qin Que under its roster. It occupied a modest office building in a second-tier district of Yuncheng.

“Xiao Qin, here to sign the contract?” In the hallway, Qin Que received an unprecedented amount of attention from her colleagues.

She could only smile and nod repeatedly, while Wu Feng’s cold snort from ahead scared off several people who had been about to approach with feigned concern.

Qin Que scratched her head awkwardly but didn’t try to dissuade Wu Feng. She knew the other woman was standing up for her.

Due to past incidents, Qin Que had once been blacklisted across the industry, unable to secure any work. If not for Wu Feng’s efforts to mediate, she would’ve long been kicked out of the company.

Though she had since resumed normal work, many in the company still blamed her for holding them back. Several of the more well-known artists believed she was the reason they hadn’t achieved greater fame, and most staff members usually avoided her like the plague.

Qin Que had never been particularly bothered by such treatment, and now she certainly didn’t feel any vindication like some “three-year revenge plot” coming to fruition.

People naturally avoided harm. She didn’t expect unfamiliar colleagues to stand by her through thick and thin, nor did she hold grudges.

Of course, between colleagues who avoided her like a disease and Wu Feng, who had done everything to pull her back, she chose to obediently follow behind Wu Feng and avoid meeting those eager gazes.

Not holding grudges was one thing, but closeness was another.

When the two of them pushed open the conference room door, two people were already inside.

Seated at the head of the table was a young omega woman in a sharp professional suit, her ear-length hair neatly styled, gold-rimmed glasses perched on her nose. When she looked up, her gaze was cool and assessing.

Qin Que was inexplicably reminded of Yan Qing’s scrutinizing eyes when she had entered the room that night.

She felt this person looked familiar but couldn’t place her immediately.

“Ms. Wu, Ms. Qin, hello.” The woman retracted her gaze and stood to shake hands with them.

“This is Ms. Deng, the business manager of Bosen Entertainment, here specifically to discuss contract matters with us,” explained Deshun’s boss, Zhou Qiang, from the guest seat, his face plastered with an ingratiating smile.

“Deng… You’re—!” Qin Que muttered, her eyes widening in realization.

She remembered now. This Ms. Deng was Yan Qing’s assistant, full name Deng Xi. She appeared in many fan airport videos, and she was also the one driving the car when Ai Jia picked up Yan Qing that night!

Deng Xi gave her hand a firm squeeze, cutting off her words, and winked at her as if to say, You know, but keep it quiet.

Qin Que had no choice but to stay silent, enduring Wu Feng’s suspicious look as she sat down, her mind a tangled mess.

Deng Xi was here to sign the contract with her—was this opportunity really Yan Qing’s way of thanking her?

Perhaps because of the mark, the mere thought of Yan Qing’s stunningly beautiful face made her heart race uncontrollably, her body temperature rising, followed by a flood of heated imaginings.

Flustered to the point of temporary dissociation, she missed the cryptic exchange between Wu Feng and Deng Xi.

Wu Feng: “How about we go with the fee I proposed, Ms. Deng?”

Zhou Qiang, beside her, nearly interjected—That’s practically the rate of a third-tier celebrity. Careful, or she might just walk out.

Deng Xi shook her head. “Your proposal is too low. We’re sincere about collaborating with Ms. Qin. This would be an insult to Bosen. At the very least, it has to be this number.”

Zhou Qiang stared at the figure Deng Xi proposed—comparable to an A-list celebrity’s fee—and was rendered speechless. Had capitalists suddenly turned philanthropic?

Wu Feng raised an eyebrow. “Can I know who Qin Que will be paired with?”

If something seemed too good to be true, it probably was. If the money wasn’t the issue, then the person must be.

Deng Xi: “I’m sorry, but that involves program confidentiality. However, I can assure you that Ms. Qin’s partner is of good character, has no bad habits, and has some recognition in the industry. She definitely won’t be at a disadvantage.”

Wu Feng smiled. “…You talk as if you know her.”

Deng Xi: “You flatter me, Ms. Wu.”

Know her? She felt more like a matchmaking mother arranging a blind date for her daughter.

In the end, after Deng Xi presented the overwhelmingly favorable contract, Wu Feng—finding no unreasonable clauses—finally agreed to sign, dragging the still-dazed Qin Que over to put pen to paper.

Deng Xi: “Pleasure doing business.”

…

“Are you hiding something from me?” Wu Feng asked abruptly on their way out of the company.

Qin Que’s steps faltered. “Why do you say that?”

“Manager Wang from costumes went to the boss yesterday to complain about us, saying you ‘borrowed’ a suit and never returned it,” Wu Feng side-eyed her. “I thought he was just stirring the pot, but when I checked, you really did take a suit without returning it—on the night of the Gilded Banquet. Tuan Tuan also said you acted strangely that day. Anything you’d like to share?”

Under Wu Feng’s probing gaze, Qin Que’s face burned uncontrollably.

She had meant to return it, but the suit jacket and tie had been taken by Yan Qing. As for the remaining shirt and trousers, she’d washed them three times at home, but the faint scent of wine still lingered.

Seeing Qin Que’s awkward demeanor and connecting it to the recent windfall, Wu Feng’s internal alarms blared, her tone dripping with the indignation of a parent discovering their child had been wronged. “You didn’t get slept with for the role, did you?!”

“No, no, no!” Qin Que waved her hands frantically. This was getting out of hand. She had always been a little intimidated by Wu Feng’s maternal aura, and now, unable to conjure a plausible excuse, she resorted to desperate honesty. “Sister Feng, please don’t ask. I promise I didn’t do anything bad, and it won’t affect my work in the future.”

Her usually slow speech sped up in urgency, tinged with a hint of pleading.

Not very alpha-like at all.

Wu Feng stared at Qin Que for another half-minute before sighing at her stubborn refusal to budge. “Fine, I won’t ask. But if you run into any problem you can’t handle, you have to tell me immediately. Understood?”

“Yeah, got it. Thanks, Sister Feng.”

…

Meanwhile, Deng Xi, having left Deshun Entertainment, snapped a photo of the signed contract page in her car and sent it to a contact labeled “Iron-Willed Boss (Cute Edition),” along with three messages:

Four Joy Meatballs: Done, sis.

Four Joy Meatballs: Ms. Qin recognized me.

Four Joy Meatballs: She’s kinda cute. If you’re really planning to date on company funds, give Sister Ai a heads-up. I’m worried her bl00d pressure meds won’t be enough.

Attached was a meme of a village auntie munching melon seeds.

The boss only replied with one line:

Less gossip, more work.

Followed by a sticker of a kitten sneaking away.

…

In her private gym, Yan Qing set down her phone, her red lips curving into a fox-like smile.

“What’s got you so happy?” Xu Li, who had just walked in, saw the omega in sleek workout gear lounging on the rest bench, her long legs—exposed by her shorts—glistening with sweat, their lines smooth and luminous.

She averted her gaze instinctively before forcing herself to look back, feigning nonchalance.

But the woman who had stirred her heart remained utterly unselfconscious, smiling at her. “Because I found something interesting.”

Yan Qing showed no discomfort. She was well aware of her allure, knowing that even drenched in sweat with disheveled bangs, she was still breathtakingly beautiful.

She knew people would be drawn to her, but she didn’t care—and certainly wouldn’t change because of it.

You can only blame yourself.

Xu Li exhaled softly and smiled. “That dating show? I didn’t know you were into that sort of thing.”

“It’s nice to relax occasionally. Besides,” Yan Qing picked up her phone and tapped the screen a few times before turning it toward Xu Li, “by sheer coincidence, I found an unpolished gem. Isn’t it natural to want to carve it myself?”

On the screen, a young alpha dressed in sleek black looked solemn yet delicate, bl00d trailing from the corner of her mouth as she shed tears of pain. Yet her gaze, when she turned, was tender and lingering.

As if all her life’s attachments resided there.

Though Xu Li was the head of a major entertainment conglomerate, her interest in film appreciation was minimal. She could only tell that the performance was emotionally compelling without pinpointing why, and she certainly didn’t want to praise this potential rival who’d somehow stumbled into luck. She changed the subject.

Her eyes landed on Yan Qing’s water bottle beside her, its milky-white contents sloshing slightly. “Is that… milk?”

She remembered Yan Qing rarely consumed dairy, finding it too cloying.

“Mhm.” The woman picked up the bottle and took a sip, her eyes narrowing in pleasure as if savoring a delicacy.

Not a trace of dislike in sight.