Alpha, Straight To The Crematorium

“Li Yuan isn’t my type, we’re just using each other.”

The meeting between Si Rong and Li Yuan was a chance encounter, but their interactions were an inevitable part of Si Rong’s calculated plan.

Li Yuan fell for Si Rong at first sight, but Si Rong saw her as a means to an end—specifically, a benefit.

Li Yuan’s pursuit was swift and clumsy, and Si Rong, with a smile playing on her lips, accepted it all without hesitation.

When Si Rong saw the shy and well-behaved Omega standing at her office door with a lunchbox, she felt a surge of satisfaction.

But as time went on, that satisfaction was replaced by an inexplicable sense of unease and palpitations.

So, when a friend asked about the sweet, considerate girl by her side, Si Rong only said, “Li Yuan? She’s not my type. We’re just using each other.”

The irritation and displeasure in Si Rong’s tone were fully caught by Li Yuan’s ears.
Li Yuan felt as if she’d been plunged into an icy abyss and fled in a panic.

Little did she expect that, a few months later, she would find a nearly haggard Si Rong standing at the door of her new home.

This time, Si Rong didn’t hesitate to corner her inside the house. “Why did you leave?”

The grievances Li Yuan had suppressed for months tinted the corners of her eyes red. She averted her gaze from Si Rong and said, “I don’t like you anymore, and I don’t want to chase you anymore.”

Unexpectedly, Si Rong didn’t get angry. Instead, she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, shedding her aggressive demeanor and saying gently, “Alright, then this time, I’ll be the one chasing you.”

Li Yuan: ??? Why aren’t you following the script?