Forced to Pretend to Be an A and Marry the Best Actress Omega - Chapter 27

“Our evening task is interactive dancing, and we hope everyone will participate enthusiastically.”

“Now, let’s announce the remaining rules. The dance party officially begins now. Congratulations to the winning team! You’ll get to enjoy a wonderful time ahead—tomorrow you can rest at your residence or explore the surrounding areas. However, you must return for meals, which will be prepared by today’s losing team. Any objections?”

“None!!”

“You can take any ingredients from these shelves on one condition: participate in the dance party—that is, come to the center and dance once, and you can fill a basket with ingredients from below. One dance equal one basket, no upper limit.”

Jiang Lingyu absentmindedly glanced at Jin Chiyu’s side before quickly looking away.

Thankfully, Xu Mifei wasn’t watching her.

“So, what’s our hidden reward?” Wen Yue, caught up in the excitement, pressed, “Director Jin, don’t always leave us hanging—just tell us everything at once.”

“It’s related to today’s mission theme—loyalty. The Animal Dance Party’s winning team reward is this: your VIP can designate one person on-site to become your most loyal knight, who will do anything for you for the entire day tomorrow.”

Shen Wansui: “!”

She exchanged a glance with Wen Yue, whispered something to He Yanzhen, then nodded firmly.

“Then that’s what we’ll do.”

Shen Wansui raised her hand: “Director! Can the mission reward be gifted?”

Jin Chiyu looked surprised. “Hmm… sure! As long as it’s a gameplay idea you came up with and accept, and it doesn’t interfere with the props team’s arrangements, we’ll make it happen.”

Shen Wansui said, “We’ve unanimously decided to give this reward to the VIP of the other team—Sister Yuyu—because if it weren’t for her idea on how to cross the river, we wouldn’t have had the courage to jump in.”

“Right. None of us expected the water to be so shallow after jumping in, so the real credit goes to Xiao Jiang.” He Yanzhen also nodded in agreement.

Xu Wanzhi’s hand, hanging by her side, had turned white from gripping the chair leg too hard.

What did they mean by “the water was so shallow after jumping in”? Wasn’t that just making her earlier flailing seem like a joke?

She hated this show, hated these guests, and most of all, hated that beta Xu Mifei who had stolen her spotlight.

“Lingyu, are you willing to accept this?”

Jiang Lingyu finally snapped out of her thoughts upon hearing Jin Chiyu call her name, belatedly realizing what they were discussing.

“Okay,” she replied instinctively.

Jin Chiyu said, “Great. Since your team is responsible for kitchen duty tomorrow, this reward might make things easier for you. Who would you like to choose as your knight?”

Jiang Lingyu felt none of the guests on the other team seemed suitable. She knew Wen Yue and Shen Wansui were clueless about cooking—having them around might just slow things down.

He Yanzhen’s seniority and status were undeniable, so she naturally wouldn’t assign tasks to him.

“Director, can we decide after we finish eating?”

“Of course,” Jin Chiyu smiled. “It’s already dark—let the dance party officially begin!”

Lively, exuberant music immediately filled the air, each beat pulsing like boiling bl00d, making it impossible not to sway along with the rhythm.

Even Xu Mifei took off her headphones and snapped her fingers twice in rhythm.

The show’s outdoor stage design and music coordination are truly impressive, exuding an extravagant vibe from the island’s interior to its exterior.

 

All the background music consists of this year’s chart-topping hits. With the entire island serving as a prop, one has to wonder—just how massive an investor did Director Jin secure this time? The copyright fees for these songs alone must exceed a million yuan.

 

Rich and reckless. A show pampered by capital is irresistibly addictive—no amount of drama can overshadow its undeniable popularity.

At least this season’s guests are more normal compared to previous ones. The first three episodes devolved into pure catfights, which was awful to watch.

 

It’s a matter of status. These guests are all high-profile figures who care about their reputations.

 

Director Jin really knows how to stir things up. The current song playing is Wen Yue’s breakout hit “Waiting Room” from two years ago—HAHAHAHAHA!

This was Wen Yue’s song. Upon release, it received widespread acclaim. With its R&B melody, lazy undertones, and suggestive lyrics, it topped the charts in its debut month, hailed as the ultimate anthem for lovelorn singles—perfect for intimate moments or solo sessions.

The lyrics depicted a solitary person having a steamy dream in an empty room.

If you’re playing this song, I’m wide awake now.

Dance! Dance! Why are you still eating instead of dancing? (Through gritted teeth)

 

Look at Wansui’s expression—HAHAHA! You lovebirds must’ve listened to this a lot. Yue’s ears are turning red!

“Woo—” Shen Wansui loved this song. Her body instantly moved to the beat, and after setting down her chopsticks, she pulled Wen Yue to the bonfire, dancing the first dance of the evening.

Their movements were simple, but the atmosphere around the bonfire grew increasingly heated. When the song ended, everyone applauded enthusiastically. Wen Yue and Shen Wansui returned with a basket of food and explained, “The bottom of the basket is padded, so it doesn’t hold much. We should all take turns dancing to collect supplies.”

“And knowing Director Jin’s stinginess, a duo dance only counts as one basket—one dance, one basket,” Wen Yue added helplessly.

Their intel was useful.

“Let’s take turns dancing, then go pick supplies,” Lin Su suggested.

“Actually, dancing in pairs works too,” Xu Wanzhi finally chimed in. “For the show’s effect, duos are better. There’s no limit to how many times we dance, so we’ll definitely get enough food.”

“Wanzhi’s right,” He Yanzhen agreed. “Teacher Lin, shall we?”

Lin Su murmured, “Let’s go together.”

Onstage, Lin Su and He Yanzhen swayed to a soft ballad. He Yanzhen’s hand rested lightly on Lin Su’s shoulder, her body leaning into Lin Su as she kept time. Their movements were restrained, but the emotion in their eyes was intense.

Xu Mifei couldn’t help staring. They looked nothing like a couple on the verge of divorce… Their twenty years in the entertainment industry had honed their acting skills to perfection.

To the untrained eye, they seemed deeply in love.

If there were no feelings left, why would Sister Zhenzhen still allow Teacher Lin to mark her?

Could anyone here truly separate marking from emotion?

While Xu Mifei searched for soothing tutorials, she also read up on related knowledge.

After an A and O pair mark each other, their psychology begins to change due to the physiological bonding.

Under the potent influence of pheromones, omegas cannot control their dependence and demands on alphas, while alphas similarly develop strong protective and possessive urges toward omegas, becoming utterly addicted to their pheromones.

They can soothe each other, but once an omega accepts a permanent mark, they can no longer accept another alpha unless through surgical means.

Alphas, however, can mark multiple omegas. In this regard, alphas are more bestial, following the biological instinct for reproduction.

Extremely faithful love is inherently contrary to the nature of alphas, who are born with innate advantages.

For Xu Mifei, who grew up with a modern education, she couldn’t comprehend any of this.

She had never been in love, usually indifferent to most things, drifting through life until twenty-four. It wasn’t until last year, after frequently seeing news of young people dying suddenly, that she took up fitness—a rare hobby she managed to cultivate.

She still had a degree of emotional purity, but after coming here, she smelled Jiang Lingyu’s pheromones for the first time and understood what it meant to be intoxicated.

It turned out that under the influence of pheromones, one could truly crave an omega, even desire to destroy her.

Just the thought of sinking her canines into that soft scent gland sent an inexplicable thrill through her brain, her heart tingling as if electrified.

Similarly, Jiang Lingyu, having been soothed, was genuinely seeing Xu Mifei’s actions and slowly lowering her guard, beginning to trust her.

Or—

Was it just the pheromones?

Watching the dynamic between Lin Su and He Yanzhen made Xu Mifei reflect deeply, her relaxed expression replaced by a slight frown.

Perhaps once Jiang Lingyu’s highly compatible alpha appeared, she wouldn’t need Xu Mifei’s comfort anymore.

“Let’s go together, Lingyu, Lingyu?” As the song neared its end, Xu Wanzhi moved to Jiang Lingyu’s side.

Jiang Lingyu replied, “The next one is a solo dance.”

“Everyone else is going in pairs. It’s not suitable for you to go alone,” Xu Wanzhi insisted, studying her. “Do you really have to draw such a clear line with me?”

Jiang Lingyu had little appetite tonight, barely eating. A slice of bread smeared with peanut butter sat untouched beside her.

She remained silent. Noticing this, Xu Wanzhi used tongs to place a steak in Jiang Lingyu’s bowl.

“Eat more. We’ve been busy all day—you can’t just skip a meal.” Xu Wanzhi searched Jiang Lingyu’s face for any reaction but found none.

Jiang Lingyu was always so indifferent toward her, like a flawless porcelain statue, devoid of desire.

Visible, touchable, yet unattainable.

For the first time, Xu Wanzhi felt such intense frustration, humiliation, and helplessness toward an omega. She couldn’t accept it, much less tolerate Jiang Lingyu softening toward Xu Mifei.

Why did she have to button Xu Mifei’s clothes? Hand her tissues? Xu Mifei had hands—did she really need to put on such a show in front of the cameras?

Every little thing weighed heavily on Xu Wanzhi’s heart. She couldn’t bear these suffocating moments in front of Xu Mifei.

Jiang Lingyu stared at the food in her bowl with no appetite whatsoever. She detested Xu Wanzhi’s controlling behavior—it felt as if she were being treated like a possession.

She didn’t want to waste food either, which was why she had only taken a small portion. In her eyes, this piece of steak was greasy and unappetizing. Jiang Lingyu didn’t want to take a single bite.

Nor did she believe this was Xu Wanzhi’s way of extending goodwill.

The lyrical song reached its end. After Lin Su and He Yanzhen expressed their thanks, they went to the shelves to fetch ingredients.

The music faded until silence took over, and the lights dimmed along with the melody.

The moment the deep, haunting tones of the xun (an ancient Chinese instrument) began, Xu Mifei heard the photographer beside her gasp in awe. “It’s Shan Gui! Ahhh—am I really about to witness Jiang Lingyu’s solo dance live?!”

“Her solo dance?” The photographer’s tone was so astonished and delighted that Xu Mifei couldn’t help but ask, “Is there a story behind it?”

“Yes, yes, absolutely! How do you not know this?” The photographer, realizing it was Xu Mifei asking, paused briefly before explaining, “This is the classical dance Jiang Lingyu performed as the witch in the movie that won her the Golden Jasmine Award for Best Actress that year.”

“It was absolutely breathtaking in theaters. Rumor has it Director Gu Yan made her train for three months just for this dance!”

Gu Yan.

The name sounded familiar—this wasn’t the first time she’d heard it.

Had this person appeared later in the story?

At that moment, the stage lights went completely dark. The melancholic xun was joined by the guqin, and then a single spotlight illuminated the center.

It was Jiang Lingyu.

She undid the sash at her waist, and the narrow mermaid skirt instantly flared open, allowing freedom for intricate leg movements. Her high heels were discarded to the side as she stepped forward barefoot.

Xu Mifei didn’t blink, nor did anyone else in the room.

It was Shan Gui.

Everyone knew that once this melody began, it could only mean Jiang Lingyu’s solo dance—Xu Wanzhi had no choice but to step aside.

This was the role that had earned Jiang Lingyu her first Best Actress award, a performance of immense personal significance. No one could replace it.

She moved lightly to the rhythm.

The dance involved deep backbends, spins, and precise poses, requiring tremendous core strength. Jiang Lingyu’s upper body remained constrained by the tight-fitting dress, limiting her range of motion, but every leap and turn sent tremors through Xu Mifei’s heart.

Her feet arched taut, the bones of her pale insteps faintly protruding when she rose onto her toes.

Who would have thought someone who appeared so delicate could harbor such astonishing power?

The addition of drums propelled the dance toward its climax. Jiang Lingyu arched backward, suspending herself in a dramatic pose timed perfectly with a heavy drumbeat—her gaze locking directly with Xu Mifei’s.

The fluttering hem of her skirt drifted toward Xu Mifei.

The sheer, gauzy fabric was ethereal, like morning rain cascading down a mountain. Jiang Lingyu was the cold, dignified goddess emerging from the mist, slowly approaching her.

For a moment, Xu Mifei was lost in a daze—if she reached out, could she touch this mesmerizing deity?

And she did reach out, though her fingers only grasped empty air. Yet the frantic drumbeats pounded in her chest.

The Jiang Lingyu dancing now seemed like an entirely different person.

So free, untouched by any torment or hardship, burning with vitality, expressing herself, basking freely in everyone’s gaze.

The Jiang Lingyu at this moment exuded a kind of life force to her—like fire. No one could resist her, including herself.

Only now did she realize that even someone usually aloof could be so vivid and radiant.

A question slowly arose in Xu Mifei’s heart.

Why did Jiang Lingyu end up in that state simply because she was destined to become an alpha’s omega? Because of the conflicts between alphas?

She couldn’t imagine how such a dazzling omega could eventually suffer so much—tormented by others’ pheromones, her own scent reduced to a trophy for alphas to flaunt, until even her scent gland was lost.

Nothing had happened yet. Xu Mifei simply watched Jiang Lingyu’s dance, feeling the string of rationality within her slowly tighten… then snap.

Her heartbeat pulsed intensely with the drumbeats, spreading through her entire body and solidifying one final thought in Xu Mifei’s mind.

She didn’t want anyone to destroy her.

Nor did she want anyone to possess her.

At this moment, Xu Mifei felt like the most devout, loyal guardian of a goddess, sword in hand, ready to sever all threats.

She clenched her hand—the same hand that had reached for Jiang Lingyu’s skirt but caught only air.

Even with fingertips digging into her palm, she couldn’t calm the turmoil in her heart.

This utterly unfamiliar sensation peaked the moment their eyes met, leaving only the earth-shaking drone of ancient xun music vibrating against her eardrums.

She would change Jiang Lingyu’s fate—here and now, Xu Mifei truly embraced her transmigrated identity. She would use the original host’s background and abilities, combined with her knowledge of future plot points, to completely alter Jiang Lingyu’s ending.

Jiang Lingyu should always remain this beautiful and free, romantic yet untamed—not reduced to near-numb indifference.

Thud.

Thud-thud.

Xu Mifei’s heartbeat settled with the final drumbeats.

Jiang Lingyu rose smoothly from her ending pose.

The flexibility of her waist seemed almost supernatural, while her calves radiated raw power—displaying not just grace but wildness, mystery, and freedom.

Every movement and position were etched perfectly in her muscle memory.

When the dance ended, it was Xu Mifei who initiated the applause, snapping the mesmerized guests and crew out of their daze.

Bless Director Jin! I cried watching this in theaters back then—who else gets it? So emotional reliving this moment!

 

OMG the most prestigious solo performance ever! This single dance could carry the entire season’s ratings!

 

Tearing up… the moment the music started I time-traveled back to “Witch of Wu.” Didn’t blink once! Can’t imagine how breathtaking this must be live!

 

Director let her dance! Keep dancing! Ahhh why cut away—wait, hold up? Why does Peacock Xu actually look decent in this shot? Anyone disagree?

 

Zero disagreement here. That enchanted expression on her face matches my own reflection on the screen perfectly. Who else relates?

Hahahaha can I quietly admit I’m kinda liking Peacock Xu this episode? She’s delivering so many entertaining moments!

The camera indiscriminately captured the reactions of the surrounding guests, naturally also filming the crew members, all under Jin Chiyu’s direction.

Applause continued without pause. The flush on Jiang Lingyu’s face from dancing made her complexion appear rosy, and the usual chill around her dissipated considerably. Bathed in the warmth of the bonfire, her smile seemed gentle as she looked at everyone.

At this moment, she was undoubtedly happy.

As she put on her shoes to leave, Xu Wanzhi suddenly stepped forward and, under everyone’s gaze, extended an inviting hand to her.

“May I have the honor of dancing with you?”

The music on the field promptly switched to a livelier tune.

With so many cameras around, Jiang Lingyu had no choice but to place her hand in Xu Wanzhi’s palm.

Xu Wanzhi, however, immediately grasped her hand firmly, pulling her close and simultaneously encircling Jiang Lingyu’s waist, leading her onto the dance floor.

Both were wearing high heels, and as their toes collided, Jiang Lingyu frowned.

Xu Wanzhi’s ballroom steps were unrefined, yet she insisted on leading the male part, pressing painfully against Jiang Lingyu’s toes.

“Have you made up your mind yet? Who will be your final knight?” Xu Wanzhi asked. “If you can’t decide on someone from the opposite side, why not just say you choose me? That way, we can wrap up this task sooner.”

“Choosing you is meaningless,” Jiang Lingyu took another half-step back, but Xu Wanzhi quickly hooked her waist and pulled her back in. “We’re already in the same group. Tomorrow’s cooking task requires someone who can actually help.”

“You don’t want to choose me?” Xu Wanzhi arched an eyebrow, her expression obscured in the shadows of the spotlight. “I’ve already conceded enough today. You shouldn’t embarrass me here.”

“Even if you see me as just a work partner, there should still be professional courtesy,” Xu Wanzhi said. “If you dislike this so much, why didn’t you just bring my hopeless little sister onto the show? Do you think she’d manage?”

Jiang Lingyu remained silent but suddenly looked up and asked, “Why did you suddenly turn back when we were almost at the other shore?”

Xu Wanzhi smirked disdainfully. “Is it so hard to understand? I was concerned about my teammate. You always distrust me so much—have you forgotten we’re playing a loyalty game today?”

“Yuyu,” she murmured, “I know you blame me for not fighting to keep our engagement. But by then, the news had already spread throughout the circle. My parents couldn’t accept it—do you understand? Stop being stubborn. You two haven’t even registered your marriage yet. I’ll find a way later.”

Jiang Lingyu couldn’t bear to listen any longer. She wanted to leave this dance floor, to escape this self-righteous alpha.

Arrogant, self-important, placing herself at the pinnacle of the industry—even the apex of her species—these were among the reasons Jiang Lingyu despised the Xu family’s alphas.

She didn’t know if Xu Mifei would be the exception.

Xu Wanzhi’s hand tightened around her waist.

“The dance isn’t over yet. Where do you think you’re going?” Xu Wanzhi chuckled. “A-Fei thinks that without pheromones, I can’t do anything to you. She’s wrong.”

The music grew increasingly lively.

Jiang Lingyu glanced toward the crew area and noticed Xu Mifei was missing.

Suppressing the unease in her heart, she coldly averted her gaze.

Why should she look for Xu Mifei at a time like this?

Had the calming effect taken hold? Did she feel a trace of—dependency—toward Xu Mifei?

Jiang Lingyu didn’t like this feeling. Just moments ago, she had actually hoped Xu Mifei would appear at the right time to help take Xu Wanzhi away.

This was wrong.

Placing hope in others was the beginning of one’s own downfall.

Because that kind of disappointment was unbearable.

Jiang Lingyu had already experienced this pain and didn’t want to feel it again.

Just as she was wondering when this dance would end, the music gradually grew louder, seamlessly transitioning into a more upbeat tune.

Huh?

“Make it as lively as possible, got it? Loud, vibrant, and engaging for everyone,” Xu Mifei reminded the sound technician again. The blue-haired young man gave a thumbs-up. “Got it, Little Xu.”

Seeing him turn up the volume, Xu Mifei swiftly returned to her spot, grabbed a megaphone, and shouted,

“Isn’t this a dance party?!”

“Guests! Audience friends!”

Live comments: ?

Why are you suddenly calling me out?

You’re like: Getting called on by the teacher when zoning out.jpg

Xu Mifei thrust the microphone toward Jin Chiyu, who, though confused, played along and hollered, “Staff members!”

“Let’s! Dance party!”

Xu Mifei’s voice rang out decisively, accompanied by the lively, infectious beat. The already eager guests couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Dance! Everyone dances!” Xu Mifei yelled as she circled the room like a 360-degree surround sound system, leaving everyone with one thought:

Dance! Just dance!

Wen Yue pulled Shen Wansui into the fray. Xu Mifei pushed Lin Su and He Yanzhen into the mix, and finally, she grabbed Jin Chiyu’s hand and dragged her onto the dance floor.

The music grew wilder, the atmosphere electric. Jin Chiyu felt as exhilarated as if she’d downed four shots of baijiu. She realized Xu Mifei was right—since it was a dance party, everyone should join in the fun.

The once-empty dance floor was now packed.

Xu Wanzhi and Jiang Lingyu found their space shrinking. With the change in music, their elegant dance was no longer possible.

What on earth are these people doing?!

Again, it’s Xu Mifei. Always Xu Mifei stirring things up.

The guests were one thing, but why were the staff also hogging the spotlight?

Someone bumped into her from the side. Xu Wanzhi turned impatiently, only for the person in her arms to be pulled away.

Next, He Yanzhen enthusiastically grabbed her hand. “What are you waiting for? Come on! Let’s do a spin dance!”

Xu Wanzhi: “…”

Jiang Lingyu watched as Xu Mifei knelt before her.

She was seated again in a chair, its cushion soft, as if prepared just for her.

During the river-crossing game, Xu Mifei’s Doc Martens had remained pristine and smooth.

Now, as Xu Mifei placed Jiang Lingyu’s foot on her knee, her boots were smudged with mud—she must have run here in a hurry, not noticing the deep creases in the leather.

Those creases traced the remnants of unfulfilled hopes, leaving a bittersweet warmth scattered across her heart.

Xu Mifei removed Jiang Lingyu’s high heels, carefully applying a bandage to her reddened toe before slipping on a pair of flats.

They fit perfectly.

The heels even had soft padding to prevent blisters.

Jiang Lingyu didn’t know when Xu Mifei had noticed her discomfort.

Even when rallying everyone to dance and pulling her away, Xu Mifei had simply looped an arm around her waist, lifting her effortlessly.

Yet she felt no restraint—it was a rush toward freedom.

When she sat down to change her shoes, she didn’t hesitate at all, directly placing her bare foot on Xu Mifei’s thigh.

In that instant, Jiang Lingyu realized.

This beta possessed an appearance no less striking than an alpha’s, and a physique even stronger.

As her foot rested on Xu Mifei’s leg, she could feel the taut muscles beneath.

Just as she had said, it had nothing to do with being an alpha or omega—she, as a beta, could be this powerful, this healthy and beautiful.

Jiang Lingyu couldn’t fathom how disciplined Xu Mifei must be, how someone like her could maintain such a figure while still indulging in revelry.

When Xu Mifei’s hand lightly grasped her ankle and gently removed the high heels, Jiang Lingyu didn’t even think to resist.

The flow of air seemed to slow, and Jiang Lingyu couldn’t help but curl her toes, a fierce sense of shame sending her heart racing.

“Don’t wear high heels if they’re uncomfortable,” Xu Mifei’s gaze brushed over Jiang Lingyu’s foot before quickly looking away. “Still want to dance?”

Only then did she notice Jiang Lingyu’s eyes fixed on her.

Thinking her actions might have caused discomfort, she was about to apologize when Jiang Lingyu spoke.

“Can I choose you?”

“…What?”

“Since everyone can join this dance, this mission—then I want to choose you.” Jiang Lingyu met her gaze, enunciating each word clearly. “I want to choose you as my knight.”