After the Scummy Alpha Lost Her Memory, a Flirty Top Actress Set Her Sights on Her (GL) - Chapter 11

Back at the love cabin, the six single participants were gathered in the living room, playing a card game—Spider Solitaire. Ji Zhiye was still in her wheelchair, her gaze trailing after Wei Qin as always. Wei Qin, fiercely competitive, was fully absorbed in the game and hadn’t noticed that Yu Wenxi had already returned.

Meng Qieyi was the first to spot her. “Want to join us?” she asked.

Yu Wenxi glanced at Wei Qin. “No thanks. I had some alcohol.”

【Wait—what? Wenxi went drinking with Yan Run?!】

【So… people in political marriages drink together now?】

【Maybe it was a family dinner. Anyway, they need to keep up the act, right?】

Suddenly, she felt a weight on her shoulder. Yu Wenxi froze for a moment—Yan Run had wrapped an arm around her. It was the first time she’d initiated physical contact like this…

Meng Qieyi’s eyes flickered, then she gave a faint smile.

“She’s a little tipsy. I’m taking her upstairs to rest,” Yan Run said to Meng Qieyi with a smile, then led Yu Wenxi away.

But the bullet comments were full of skepticism:

【Is this part of the script too?】

【All variety shows are scripted nowadays, including this one. I refuse to believe Wenxi genuinely likes her.】

“You were doing a good job showing possessiveness back there,” Yu Wenxi said coolly as they walked, “but did I give you permission to touch me?”

Yan Run paused, stunned. “But if I don’t touch you, how will they know we’re wives?”

Yu Wenxi leaned in, her fair face flushed a delicate pink. “Did you forget?” she whispered. “Aren’t you supposedly abstinent? Didn’t you say you wouldn’t touch even a single Omega finger? So why are you holding me now?”

Yan Run’s ears turned red. It had been a spur-of-the-moment reaction—she hadn’t even thought twice about it. To her own surprise, she didn’t feel repulsed by the soft, silky skin she’d touched.

Maybe… her vow of abstinence had only ever applied to other Omegas.

“Then I won’t touch you again,” she mumbled, lips pressed together.

Yu Wenxi wasn’t scolding her. She crossed her arms and smiled. “I’m an actress. I often have to do physical scenes with men. If you touch my hand, I won’t make a fuss. But if the show needs you to kiss me… would you?”

She leaned even closer. Yan Run could clearly smell her scent—the soft, sweet fragrance of jasmine tea, laced with the freshness of leaves and petals.

“I… I don’t know.” Yan Run seemed almost dazed, unable to even voice a refusal.

There was no denying it—Yu Wenxi had the kind of charm that could make someone rethink everything.

Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she suddenly turned away.

“What are you doing?” Yan Run asked.

“The zipper’s at the back. Could you help me unzip it?”

Yu Wenxi was wearing a long dress, and the zipper was indeed positioned on the back.

Yan Run turned her gaze away. “Isn’t that a bit inappropriate?”

“It’s just a zipper. I’m not asking you to unzip all the way,” Yu Wenxi replied with a smirk as she dabbed her lips with her finger. “I’m not stupid enough to let you see me naked.”

Taking a deep breath, Yan Run briskly unzipped halfway before quickly stepping back. “You should be able to reach the rest yourself, right?”

“I can’t,” Yu Wenxi said. “My arms don’t reach.”

With legs that long, shouldn’t her arms be long too?

“Hurry up. Standing like this is tiring.”

Without looking, Yan Run yanked the zipper down decisively.

A soft whimper escaped Yu Wenxi. “Ouch! You pulled my skin, dummy.”

“Ah!” Yan Run’s eyes flew open—only to be greeted by a flawless expanse of snow-white skin.

Two elegant shoulder blades peeked out, mostly hidden beneath her thick hair. Even from behind, it was obvious this Omega was a top-tier beauty.

Beautiful enough to make Yan Run—who prided herself on abstinence—flush bright red.

She quickly averted her gaze again, but her ears were burning. “Where… where did it get caught?”

Yu Wenxi stepped into the bathroom and changed into loungewear.

“Just a little spot,” she said breezily. “First time I’ve had a zipper pinch my skin—it kinda hurts.”

Kinda? Yan Run was alarmed.

Yu Wenxi added lightly, “Feels like it broke skin.”

Yan Run, now genuinely worried, felt a twinge of guilt. “What are you going to do? Maybe put some ointment on it?”

Yu Wenxi gave a faint smile. “Mind taking a look for me?”

Yan Run: “……”

“Should I go ask Miss Wang to check?”

“Don’t. You do it,” Yu Wenxi ordered like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“That’s not really appropriate…” Yan Run said.

“It’s just my back, not something scandalous.” Yu Wenxi crossed her arms. “I’ve shared a bed with you, not Miss Wang, right?”

Yan Run: “……”

In the end, maybe because of her guilt, Yan Run agreed.

Yu Wenxi slowly slid the neckline of her top down, revealing one graceful shoulder. Her skin was as smooth and pale as snow, with a faint, delicate fragrance wafting from her body.

Yan Run’s heart skipped a beat. Were all beautiful women’s shoulders this flawless?

Yu Wenxi only lowered her clothes halfway; the front remained covered. Yan Run only saw half her back—hardly scandalous.

At her waist, there was indeed a red patch, as if the skin had been scraped. Yan Run frowned. Had she really hurt her just by pulling a zipper? That was careless.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, biting her lip as she gently dabbed the area. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

Yu Wenxi shook her head. “Can’t even manage a zipper without hurting someone. No wonder they say you’re… not very good.”

Yan Run: “……”

She had no memory of her past, had never even tried sleeping with an Omega. How was she supposed to know if she was “good” or not? But honestly, she didn’t care. She didn’t want to get involved with them anyway.

Omega skin really was smooth. Yan Run pretended to stay composed, feigning indifference. She wasn’t feeling uncomfortable or repulsed yet—which, to her, meant this didn’t count as intimate contact. She was merely applying medicine. Besides, she and Yu Wenxi were familiar enough. Even if they held hands, so what? It wasn’t like either of them had feelings for the other.

“Does this count as you having seen me naked?” Yu Wenxi asked with a teasing smile after getting dressed and gathering her hair over her shoulder.

Yan Run looked at her, puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“No one’s ever seen me with that much skin exposed,” Yu Wenxi said as she sat down gracefully, her long legs crossed with effortless elegance.

“If you ever get injured,” she continued, looking almost serious, “I could return the favor and apply medicine for you too.”

“That won’t be necessary.” Yan Run went to wash her hands. “I can manage on my own.”

Yu Wenxi let out a soft “oh” and smiled without replying.

“Maybe we could try getting along better,” Yu Wenxi said casually. “Be friends or something. I’d really like to be friends with you. After all, this is a livestreamed dating show. If we keep acting cold and stiff, the viewers are going to tear us apart. And it’s not good for Grandma to see that either. So could I maybe… hold your hand? Or put an arm around your shoulder? Don’t worry—I promise I won’t do anything to you.”

Yan Run hesitated. “But if you do that, won’t people just say you’re doing it all for the marriage ‘script’…?”

Yu Wenxi gave a little hum. “Even if they laugh, I won’t be the main target of their ridicule—you will.”

Yan Run: “…”

“It’s just holding hands,” Yu Wenxi said, completely unbothered. “But if you really do want to be friends, I would be happy too. I’ve always wanted a close sister like you.”

Yan Run frowned. That phrasing felt odd. A close sister?

Yu Wenxi stretched and said, “Let’s sleep.” She lay down, remembering how Grandma had asked her why Yan Run was still so reserved—how she wouldn’t even hold her hand.

She’d brushed it off with an excuse about being nervous during filming.

But Grandma was no fool. Now that Yu Wenxi was starting to “see the light,” a little beauty-as-bait didn’t seem like too high a price.

Technically, it wasn’t quite bedtime yet. Just as Yu Wenxi lay down, their phones buzzed with a message from the show’s production team.

“Single participants, please write down the name of the person you have feelings for. The other two couples will wait by the ‘Love Tree’ to receive the notes and have conversations to guide the development of these relationships.”

Yan Run sighed. Could this plot get any more cliché?

They got up, Yu Wenxi dressed again, and the two of them headed to the Love Tree. Xu Zhaozhao and Yu Chen were already there, chatting lightly, though there was an awkward tension in the air.

Yan Run and Yu Wenxi stood off to the side, waiting for the single participants to arrive.

The first was Ji Zhiye. She had no dilemma at all—she wrote to Wei Qin without hesitation.

【Qin Qin, no matter what happens, you’ve always been the one I choose.】

But since she was still in a wheelchair, the process was slow. Everyone had to wait a while before she finally dropped her letter.

Afterward, she chose to speak with Yan Run and Yu Wenxi.

“Do you think I have a chance with her?” Ji Zhiye asked earnestly.

Yan Run: Honestly? Probably not.

Yu Wenxi smiled gently. “People who are sincere usually touch the hearts of even the coldest.”

Ji Zhiye nodded. “That’s what I think too.”

Yan Run (internally): You should probably act more normal. Wei Qin clearly isn’t a normal person. Honestly, if you two ever had kids, I can’t imagine how unhinged they’d turn out.

The other single participants soon cast their votes, but probably assuming that Yan Run and Yu Wenxi were just a political match with no real affection, most of them chose to chat with Xu Zhaozhao and Yu Chen instead.

Next up was Meng Qieyi. After submitting her letter, she looked toward Yu Wenxi—and the look in her eyes was unmistakably soft.

【Uh oh, love triangle alert!!】

【Clearly, Meng Qieyi came prepared. This is getting so good!】

So good, in fact, that even Yan Huainan and his wife paused their work to watch the drama unfold.

Meng Qieyi walked up with a mild smile and said, “Mind if we talk for a bit?”

Yu Wenxi raised a brow and smiled. “Of course.”

Of course… Such a loaded, suggestive answer…

Some of the more unhinged CP shippers were already losing it in the comments.

Yan Run seemed completely unfazed, like she’d seen it all before. “Is there something troubling you, Miss Meng?”

Meng Qieyi laughed lightly. “Nothing in particular. I just feel like there’s no one who makes my heart race, and no one who really likes me either.”

Yan Run’s lips twitched. Sounds like someone’s just bored.

【Oof—is Meng Qieyi subtly confessing to Yan Run that the one she likes is actually Wenxi? And now she’s heartbroken that Wenxi doesn’t return her feelings?】

【Ugh, classic green tea move. But honestly? She kind of fits the cold-beauty vibe of Wenxi perfectly.】

Suddenly, Yan Run chuckled out loud. Meng Qieyi turned to her, confused, only to see the corners of her mouth curved in amusement.

“What a shame,” Yan Run said smoothly. “For someone as outstanding as Miss Meng not to have a single admirer—it’s truly a pity.”

The implication was clear: even with all your charms, not even Yu Wenxi likes you. Can’t blame anyone else for that.

Meng Qieyi’s smile faltered ever so slightly. In this awkward and charged atmosphere, neither staying nor leaving seemed like the right move.

Yu Wenxi finally spoke. “Don’t worry. Just be patient. When the time is right, true love always shows up. Even pigs get doted on by cabbage eventually. Someone as excellent as you? You’ll have plenty of admirers.”

Pigs? Was that a subtle jab?

Meng Qieyi’s chest tightened. Is my “fated person” supposed to be you? She looked at Yu Wenxi with a kind of helpless yearning, her heart aching. She didn’t want the whole world to see her—she only wanted to be seen by her.

She sighed and turned away. Her departing figure resembled a lonely wanderer, touching the hearts of viewers everywhere.

Yan Run twitched at the dramatic display. What a drama queen.

The last to arrive was Wei Qin. She didn’t say who the letter was for—just dropped it in with a blank expression. Then, smiling slightly, she looked toward Yu Wenxi.

Two top-tier Omegas, exchanging loaded glances. There was no hiding the tension behind their polite smiles.

Wei Qin said nothing and left directly.

【Wow—this award-winning actress really plays by her own rules. Can’t she at least follow one format?】

【She wins Best Actress once and suddenly she’s above the rules? Classic.】

The next day was the weekend, so no one had work.

Everyone was in the living room having breakfast, waiting for the livestream to begin.

Ji Zhiye had prepared a hearty spread for everyone—though of course, Wei Qin’s was the most elaborate.

The production team announced that five pairs would be sent out on dates today.

Yu Chen, Xu Zhaozhao, Yan Run, and Yu Wenxi were a given—they were official couples. Their dates were mainly to entertain viewers with “romantic moments,” and to send a message to the remaining singles: only dates with people you genuinely like count as real dates. The rest are just tourist outings.

Unfortunately for Ji Zhiye, she had written to Wei Qin the night before… but Wei Qin hadn’t returned the favor. Instead, her letter went to Meng Qieyi.

Meng Qieyi, of course, couldn’t write to Yu Wenxi, so she agreed to pair up with Wei Qin.

But Ji Zhiye wasn’t one to give up so easily. She didn’t join this show to play fair. Even if she had to sabotage the whole production, she was going to win Wei Qin’s heart.

“You’re really obsessive,” she’d messaged Yan Run the night before, asking for help.

She even called her “teacher.”

For a businessperson, the principle is simple: whatever it takes to get results.

To Ji Zhiye, love was the same. Whether it was love at first sight or brute-force conquest—it was all fair game.

One Beta and one Omega wrote to me. Wei Qin didn’t. But I know she definitely wrote to that Alpha. She’d never choose those two Betas—they have zero chemistry.

So you’re planning to crash their date? Yan Run said.

Exactly. Ji Zhiye answered.

At twenty-three, Ji Zhiye was at the peak of her arrogance. If she wanted an Omega, then no one else was allowed to have them either.

There’s no rule saying you must date the person you wrote to. That’s just a guideline. Wherever they go on their date, I’ll show up too.

Then she turned around and passed this plan to her best bro, Xiao Liangmu. The Xiao family had considerable assets in Lan City, comparable to the Ji family. Xiao Liangmu was generous, well-connected, and already had people stationed in A City—waiting for Ji Zhiye’s prey to walk right into the net.