Forced to Pretend to Be an A and Marry the Best Actress Omega - Chapter 50

Holding hands, kissing, intimate contact—would these really become better and more natural through repeated rehearsals?

Xu Mifei didn’t think so.

Her body told her that no matter how many times they tried, she could never refuse Jiang Lingyu once those eyes softened even slightly toward her.

Xu Mifei recalled that slap in the car… For some inexplicable reason, she actually wanted to experience it again.

Getting close to Jiang Lingyu was too dangerous, let alone engaging in physical intimacy. Now, even a slap from Jiang Lingyu felt like a reward to her.

“No, I can’t.” Xu Mifei tilted her head back, her words refusing, yet her body remained unmoving. “I shouldn’t do this to you.”

Her ear tingled from Jiang Lingyu’s breath as she spoke, making Xu Mifei realize just how close they were.

She shifted slightly away, just enough to see Jiang Lingyu’s long lashes, as if light spilled from them.

“What are you worried about?” Jiang Lingyu suddenly smiled, raising her palm to cup Xu Mifei’s chin, forcing their eyes to meet. “Isn’t it easier to rehearse when there’s no emotional attachment?”

No flustered heart, no ripples of emotion—treating it all as work, just like Jiang Lingyu was doing now. Despite their proximity and the ambiguous posture, Jiang Lingyu remained composed.

In contrast, Xu Mifei’s constant refusal and evasion made her seem guilty.

Gritting her teeth, Xu Mifei didn’t shy away from the scorching gaze and agreed. “Fine. Let’s get this over with quickly. You lead, I’ll follow.”

“Bring your marriage certificate here.” Jiang Lingyu released her grip, placing Xu Mifei’s certificate next to hers on the table, just within the camera’s frame. Then she extended her palm. “Try holding my hand.”

Xu Mifei’s throat tightened involuntarily. The moment her fingertips brushed Jiang Lingyu’s palm, she recoiled as if shocked, her body retreating.

She felt utterly sinful.

Jiang Lingyu was only doing this for the sake of a good livestream effect, to help clear Xu Mifei’s name. But Xu Mifei wasn’t.

She had ulterior motives. This wasn’t just a professional rehearsal to her—it was an opportunity for real physical contact.

Feeling Jiang Lingyu’s warmth made her despicable desires impossible to hide, fueling a craving to dominate more forcefully, to soothe. Xu Mifei was truly ashamed of herself.

“…Do you dislike me that much?” Jiang Lingyu’s fingers stiffened slightly, suppressing the urge to yank Xu Mifei back.

The physical attraction between them was overwhelming, yet Xu Mifei clearly recoiled from the touch—Jiang Lingyu understood everything in that retreat.

A wave of bitter frustration surged beneath the disappointment, tightening her nerves. Jiang Lingyu thought again: if only Xu Mifei were an alpha.

If she were, Jiang Lingyu wouldn’t let her retreat even half a step now.

The thought startled Jiang Lingyu.

Wasn’t this exactly the pheromone-driven behavior she had always despised? What was happening to her?

Seeing Jiang Lingyu’s fingertips still extended, Xu Mifei dared only to lower her gaze, afraid to look up again. She feared Jiang Lingyu would take in all her disheveled state. Softly, she said, “It’s really not… I just, I was just—”

Just scalded, and ashamed of herself, so she didn’t dare touch her again, afraid of losing control.

She hoped Jiang Lingyu would notice her embarrassment and hesitation and stop pressing further.

But Jiang Lingyu continued, “Because of what? Then why did you pull away from my hand? You could comfort me before, so why can’t you hold my hand now?”

Xu Mifei’s heart pounded wildly. Feeling exposed, she realized she had nowhere to hide before Jiang Lingyu.

This time, there wasn’t even a trace of pheromones, yet she still couldn’t resist Jiang Lingyu’s allure. Reason told her to stay away, but her hand moved toward Jiang Lingyu’s fingertips of its own accord.

What shamed Xu Mifei even more—

Jiang Lingyu was so calm, so composed, exuding an aura of restraint.

It only made Xu Mifei feel like some insatiable, tainted creature, coveting what she shouldn’t.

She wondered if the pheromones Jiang Lingyu had released in the car still lingered in her mind, tormenting her to the brink of madness.

When Xu Mifei’s hand finally grasped hers, Jiang Lingyu’s body stiffened, but her heart trembled uncontrollably.

As if she had waited so long for even the slightest comfort.

Xu Mifei’s face flushed, yet her movements came naturally.

Just moments ago, she had refused to hold hands, but now her actions carried a decisive boldness. The moment their hands met, she slipped between Jiang Lingyu’s fingers, claiming every gap one by one, interlacing them tightly.

Her fingertips pressed firmly against Jiang Lingyu’s knuckles—whether unconsciously or deliberately, it was hard to say.

This wasn’t the first time Jiang Lingyu had noticed Xu Mifei’s strength surpassed the ordinary, yet it still sent shivers through her each time.

She could so easily dominate, crush her—the hidden dominance beneath that gentle facade was undeniable.

Unable to resist, all she could do… was submit.

Jiang Lingyu hated this surrender her body demanded, instinctively wanting to fight it.

“…Is—is this, okay? Does this pass?” Xu Mifei grew increasingly uneasy. The more anxious she became, the tighter her grip—though she remained oblivious.

From her perspective, Jiang Lingyu showed little reaction no matter what she did. Her responses were always subdued.

Perhaps it was for the best. If Jiang Lingyu remained indifferent to her, it would at least ensure the livestream proceeded smoothly.

Without answering, Jiang Lingyu suddenly pulled her closer.

Xu Mifei, caught off-balance, braced herself on either side of Jiang Lingyu, their eyes locking.

She didn’t know what Jiang Lingyu intended, only that she was being tested—and she couldn’t fall into the trap. Don’t stare where you shouldn’t. Like Jiang Lingyu’s lips.

But the moment she saw them, the thoughts swirling in her mind erupted into an overwhelming impulse.

“I’m satisfied. That’s enough.” Jiang Lingyu studied every subtle shift in Xu Mifei’s expression. Even when teased like this, with their proximity, Xu Mifei swiftly regained composure—averting her gaze, avoiding her lips.

Xu Mifei was indeed an outstanding and safe beta, at least in front of her. She would turn a blind eye and deaf ear to Jiang Lingyu’s obviously clumsy attempts at seduction.

Jiang Lingyu suspected that even if she were to fall into the throes of heat right in front of Xu Mifei, moaning and begging for comfort, Xu Mifei would remain utterly indifferent until she explicitly asked for help.

She released Xu Mifei’s wrist, and the latter quickly straightened up, busying herself with arranging the live stream, pouring water, and setting things down beside her—appearing completely occupied.

It seemed as if Xu Mifei had felt nothing from what had just happened. Jiang Lingyu lowered her gaze to her own hand, her heart still racing from their earlier interlaced fingers.

How absurd.

Xu Mifei threw herself into a flurry of activity, even going to the bathroom to splash water on her face. Rolling up her sleeves, she noticed the fine goosebumps still lingering on her arms.

She doused her face with another handful of water, silently cursing herself for being so shameless.

What kind of ridiculous reaction was this? Stop overthinking things already!

When she stepped out, she saw Jiang Lingyu leaning back on the sofa, head slightly bowed, the suppressant patch over her scent gland already removed.

Her gland was slightly raised, the skin smooth and flawless—the bite marks Xu Mifei had left behind had completely vanished.

The regenerative ability of scent glands was truly remarkable. Xu Mifei remembered how deeply she had bitten down at the time.

Her attention was now entirely fixated on Jiang Lingyu’s scent gland, the temperature in her gaze gradually rising.

When she had bitten down, a trace of her own pheromones had seeped into Jiang Lingyu’s body—potent, intoxicating, like strong liquor.

Just the thought of it made Xu Mifei’s head spin.

The woman on the sofa seemed to sense something and suddenly turned to look at her, asking in a low voice,

“Xu Mifei, don’t you want to know what it’s like to live as an alpha?”

Meeting Jiang Lingyu’s cold, distant gaze, Xu Mifei snapped back to reality in an instant—she had been caught.

“I don’t want to know,” she said, wrenching herself free from the indecent mire of her thoughts. Becoming an alpha would mean distancing herself from Jiang Lingyu.

In the world of this story, staying away from the protagonist could only lead to becoming cannon fodder.

Jiang Lingyu couldn’t stand the way Xu Mifei was both entranced yet painfully self-aware. Softly, she said, “You know how convenient it is to be an alpha. Since you’ll inevitably become one sooner or later, the shortcut is already right in front of you.”

Bite her a few more times, soothe her, or… mark her.

Xu Mifei shook her head, forcing herself to stay firm. “No, at least for this year, I don’t want to be an alpha!”

Once this critical period passed, Jiang Lingyu would gain her freedom without descending into darkness, and everything would settle. What did it matter whether she became an alpha or not?

Besides, by then, she might not even still be here.

Jiang Lingyu’s eyes clearly showed disbelief.

Knowing that the original host’s desperate desire to become an alpha had left a lasting impression on Jiang Lingyu, Xu Mifei quickly walked over and said, “If I were an alpha, the first thing I’d do is file for divorce. We’d have to separate immediately.”

Those two words—divorce—felt like a bucket of ice water, drenching Jiang Lingyu to the bone.

She didn’t understand why her reaction to those words was so intense, but the moment she heard them, her palms broke out in a thin layer of sweat.

How many times had Xu Mifei brought up divorce since they’d just gotten married?

The sticky dampness made her uncomfortable. Jiang Lingyu closed her eyes for a moment, suppressing the turbulent thoughts swirling in her mind.

Xu Mifei wanted to show goodwill and stood behind Jiang Lingyu, saying, “Let me take your hair down for you.”

It had been a while since they returned, yet Jiang Lingyu hadn’t removed her makeup, and her hair was still in the updo from tonight. Xu Mifei was worried she might be uncomfortable.

Jiang Lingyu truly couldn’t fathom Xu Mifei’s intentions. Though her actions seemed considerate, whenever Jiang Lingyu tried to bridge the distance between them, Xu Mifei felt as elusive as mist—untouchable.

Thinking about how Xu Mifei had personally promised to stay by her side, it seemed almost impossible.

Jiang Lingyu knew she was distrustful by nature, finding it hard to rely on others. Even after realizing the subtle stirrings in her heart for Xu Mifei, she would still test the waters repeatedly. The moment Xu Mifei showed any hesitation, Jiang Lingyu would retreat back into her safe zone.

Even if those feelings were real. Even if she knew her emotions toward Xu Mifei had already begun to change.

When Jiang Lingyu remained silent, Xu Mifei took it as tacit agreement and began removing the hairpins, letting down the ornaments, combing through the strands, and smoothing out the silky locks.

Her fingers occasionally brushed against Jiang Lingyu’s earlobes as she worked, making it impossible for Jiang Lingyu to resist looking up to study Xu Mifei’s expression.

She wanted to know if the woman was deliberately teasing her in retaliation for her earlier behavior.

But the moment she lifted her head, Xu Mifei freed a hand to gently pinch her chin, preventing her from looking.

“Almost done,” Xu Mifei said. “I’ll leave the makeup wipes on the table for you later. I’ll also add your mod account so I can manage the live chat anytime.”

Jiang Lingyu stayed quiet for a long moment before suddenly asking, “Why are you so good at taking care of others?”

“I’ve lived alone for a long time. I mean… I didn’t like having servants attend to me.” Xu Mifei startled at her near slip-up.

Fortunately, Jiang Lingyu didn’t press further.

Once Xu Mifei finished styling Jiang Lingyu’s hair and saw her more at ease, she too felt considerably better.

Jiang Lingyu motioned for Xu Mifei to join her on the sofa.

As Jiang Lingyu opened the Touchbo interface, Xu Mifei picked up her phone. The screen lit up instantly, displaying a page: Which classic announcement photo would you choose?

The first image—a newlywed couple kissing while holding their marriage certificate up to the camera—was the top-voted option.

Jiang Lingyu caught it in a glance, the photo’s presence too glaring to miss.

Xu Mifei’s face flushed crimson in an instant, but it was too late to hide her phone.

Damn Lu Jiguang!

After sending their marriage certificate photo to Lu Jiguang, she had forwarded this link, daring Xu Mifei to take a similar shot for their announcement. The idea had stunned Xu Mifei.

They had married discreetly—who would flaunt it so boldly?

“It wasn’t me looking at it, it was—”

“Do you want to take one?” Jiang Lingyu cut her off, fixing her with an inscrutable gaze. “This kissing photo.”

Xu Mifei thought she misheard. “What?”

“This photo,” Jiang Lingyu said coolly. “If you want to take it, I’ll cooperate.”

Xu Mifei didn’t think this was something that required Jiang Lingyu’s cooperation. Besides, her tone was cold, her expression calm—there was no need for them to go this far.

“Don’t do things you don’t want to do just for the sake of gain. No one here is forcing you.” Xu Mifei sighed, standing up from the couch, her voice tinged with resignation. “Jiang Lingyu, do you know? I’m not like Xu Wanzhi, and I won’t treat you the way she did. You don’t need to keep testing me.”

Jiang Lingyu wanted to tell Xu Mifei that she wasn’t testing her at all.

But the real reason behind those words was just as difficult for her to voice.

“You’re overthinking it,” Jiang Lingyu said, gazing up at the woman before her, her eyes slowly trailing from Xu Mifei’s eyes to her lips, then down to the tightly buttoned collar of her shirt. “You’re not forcing me. I was the one who suggested kissing.”

Jiang Lingyu seemed unaware of how scorching the word “kissing” sounded when spoken from her lips.

Especially with that direct stare of hers.

The seated woman’s presence was overwhelming, pressing in like an invasion, all the way to her collar—as if she had already unzipped the hoodie.

Xu Mifei felt like prey under Jiang Lingyu’s gaze, the intensity making her want to retreat, as if she might crumble at any moment.

She could only blurt out, “No matter what, we can’t just suddenly kiss!”

And certainly not just for the sake of a photo meant for others to see.

“Can’t suddenly kiss?” Jiang Lingyu suddenly smiled, pulling Xu Mifei down toward her. “Then what do you call it when you kissed me before?”

That was an accident.

An accident born from saving someone—completely different from now.

All Jiang Lingyu saw in Xu Mifei’s eyes was refusal and reluctance.

The boiling emotions inside her cooled instantly. After forcing herself to calm down, Jiang Lingyu released Xu Mifei but kept her eyes fixed on the fading red mark on her face.

“Your face—put some medicine on it.” Jiang Lingyu abruptly stood and fetched the first aid kit. “There’s a handprint.”

“No! No, it’s nothing.” Wasn’t she the one who had begged Jiang Lingyu to slap her? How could she let Jiang Lingyu apply medicine now? Just thinking about that slap made Xu Mifei burn with embarrassment, recalling her own foolishness.

Jiang Lingyu’s frown deepened as she watched Xu Mifei continuously evade her.

She had never considered Xu Mifei prey, but Xu Mifei’s occasional kindness, followed by avoidance, carried all the traits of a hunter.

It made Jiang Lingyu feel that if she didn’t take the initiative, she would only end up as Xu Mifei’s prey.

Now, she wouldn’t even let her apply medicine—was this a new tactic, or genuine avoidance? A trap?

Xu Mifei touched her own cheek, smiling reassuringly. “Really, it’s nothing worth treating. But your neck needs fresh medicine tonight. Let me do it? It’s my responsibility anyway.”

Her tone was so natural, as if she owed her.

Jiang Lingyu replied, “You’re not repaying a debt.”

“Then consider it me owing you.” Xu Mifei chuckled. “I’m happy to. Hand me the first aid kit.”

Jiang Lingyu barely registered Xu Mifei’s words—her attention was entirely on those slightly parted lips.

Soft, slightly moist, with barely any lines.

“Did you hear me? The first aid kit.”

Jiang Lingyu reached out to hand over the medical kit, lowering her head just as Xu Mifei went to take it. The kit nearly fell before being deftly caught by slender fingers.

Xu Mifei had only meant to pull Jiang Lingyu closer to prevent a collision when she saw her also reaching for the kit. She hadn’t expected Jiang Lingyu to rise halfway at that exact moment.

The sharp pain of impact bloomed on her lips as Jiang Lingyu’s face suddenly appeared mere inches away, her fluttering eyelashes brushing against Xu Mifei’s skin.

It was less a kiss and more a bite—Jiang Lingyu’s teeth came down hard on Xu Mifei’s lower lip.

The metallic tang of bl00d spread as Xu Mifei’s lip split, a crimson bead welling up.

“…” Jiang Lingyu’s gaze fixed on that soft, reddened flesh, finding Xu Mifei’s suddenly overwhelming presence impossible to meet head-on. “Now I owe you. That slap—shall we apply the medicine?”

Though bleeding, it didn’t hurt at all.

All Xu Mifei could recall was the fleeting softness when Jiang Lingyu had crashed into her.

Like cotton candy, enveloping her in an intoxicating fragrance.

The contact had been brief—hardly a kiss, more an accidental collision. Yet the impact against her lips and upper body had sent tremors through her, every point of contact erupting in goosebumps that left her spine tingling.

Xu Mifei didn’t dare refuse any of Jiang Lingyu’s suggestions now. She let Jiang Lingyu tend to her wound first, then returned the favor by applying medicine to the injury on Jiang Lingyu’s neck.

Fortunately, the cut on Jiang Lingyu’s neck was healing well. Though still scabbed over as a slightly raised red line, it carried an almost mystical allure.

True beauties remained beautiful even in injury—their wounds possessed a unique aesthetic appeal unlike anyone else’s.

Soon, it was time for the live broadcast.

Online speculation had been boiling for an hour. Fans were frantic with curiosity, while casual followers bombarded Lan Yangyang with private messages. Even Hu Huaimeng received inquiries, though she remained silent.

The deliberate non-response during peak controversy only fueled public fascination.

The hashtag #JiangLingyuAndXuMifeiFakeMarriage climbed the trending charts through coordinated efforts. As hired trolls attacked both women simultaneously, Wen Tianyun made her stance clear:

Wen Tianyun V: Honored to witness this pivotal moment in Ms. Jiang Lingyu’s life. May our brand continue walking alongside her. /rose/rose/rose

 

Holy sh1t confirmation! This basically verifies it’s true! And Wen Tianyun’s signing Jiang Lingyu for endorsements?!

 

So bold! I stan!!!

What were those haters thinking? Yuyu’s the victim here okay?

 

Inside scoop: Rumor has it Xu Mifei forced Jiang Lingyu into that predatory contract. This whole stunt is just damage control.

At 7:30 PM, Jin Chiyu unexpectedly reposted Wen Tianyun’s message, silently declaring support for Jiang Lingyu.

Lin Su, He Yanzhen and others had been restrained by their agents warning against involvement. But seeing Director Jin take a stand, they could no longer hold back. As they logged into Touchbo to post, their feeds displayed, Your friend Jiang Lingyu is now live

This timing guaranteed maximum viewership for the broadcast.

None of the fans expected Jiang Lingyu to start a live broadcast at this critical moment.

The number of viewers in the live stream had already surged to hundreds of thousands. With makeup remover wipes by her side, Jiang Lingyu greeted everyone while removing her makeup.

？？？？？？？？

 

Yuyu, why are you live? You’re not here to explain today’s incident, are you?!

 

Ah, my precious Yuyu, sending you a big kiss! My heart aches for you, baby. Hurry and let Lawyer Qi help you win the lawsuit!

The person next to her must be Sister Meng. Seems like she’s here to address today’s incident. Our Yuyu never used to get involved in these online storms before. The haters today must’ve gone too far.

 

Honestly, I wish Yuyu could say something—like, can she divorce Xu Mifei? I really don’t think that person is good enough for her.

 

LMAO what divorce? They didn’t even get a marriage certificate. How can you call this a real marriage when there’s no ring, no certificate? What proof is there that they’re actually married?

 

Mod Caring Fan Sister: Everyone, stay calm. Don’t spam too fast. Keep it civil and let Yuyu finish speaking first~ Thanks for cooperating.

 

Oh wow, came prepared, huh? Yuyu’s livestream even has mods now. Is this the manager sister undercover? Haha.

 

On screen, Xu Mifei was nervously watching the barrage of comments on her own phone, ready to ban anyone who started trouble.

 

“Hello everyone, I’d like to clarify some false rumors online today,” Jiang Lingyu greeted calmly. “Xu Mifei isn’t what you think she is. Please don’t believe the misinformation.”

Beside her in the frame, the shoulder next to hers relaxed slightly—clearly nodding in agreement.

Yuyu, if you’re being held hostage, blink twice. We’ll come save you.

 

Sister Meng, say something!!! Did Xu Mifei force her? Why does she sound so reluctant?! I don’t believe it!

 

Is this Yuyu’s own villa? Never seen it before. Glad to see her looking so well.

 

Stop defending Xu Mifei already. If they’re not really married, are they even living together?

“Thank you for your concern about this matter. As for the lawsuit results, I don’t want to take up public resources. I’ll share good news when there is any.” Jiang Lingyu paused, watching the rapid flood of comments before smiling faintly and taking a sip of water. “I’m not being held hostage.”

The livestream was only meant to be brief. Seeing that the comments weren’t too hostile, Xu Mifei relaxed and stood up to refill Jiang Lingyu’s water, mouthing: Ready to wrap up?

Jiang Lingyu nodded.

When Xu Mifei returned with the water and handed it to her, she noticed Jiang Lingyu’s screen had gone black and finally spoke up: “Drink some water. Tired? At least they didn’t make any unreasonable demands. So well-behaved.”

Jiang Lingyu: “…”

“What’s wrong?” Xu Mifei asked, noticing the odd look Jiang Lingyu was giving her.

Jiang Lingyu blinked at the now-reconnected livestream, where comments were exploding, and said, “I didn’t turn off the stream. It just froze for a second.”

Xu Mifei: ???

The comments went wild.

HOLY SHIT!!! That wasn’t Sister Meng’s voice, was it? That was Xu Mifei! Why’s she talking so gently?! What was I even about to say—

 

In that case, let’s make some unreasonable demands then @Xu Mifei show yourself! Respond personally!

 

Then I’ll make an even more unreasonable one—if she’s the real wife, a kiss isn’t too much to ask, right?

 

They’re living together, aren’t they?! Lazy Cat was right all along! At this point, not shipping them is just rude, right?!

 

Yuyu, make Xu Mifei appear. If she shows up and responds today, we’ll believe everything you said. From now on, if I ever hate on her again, I’m a dog.

 

“True couples can spark chemistry with just a glance! Come out and prove it today—if you can, you’ll officially be our real sister-in-law @Xu Mifei”

Xu Mifei stared at the frenzied barrage of comments, her face flushed as she frantically waved at Jiang Lingyu. No way, absolutely no way she could appear on camera.

She mouthed silently: Hurry up and explain, calm the fans down.

Jiang Lingyu couldn’t suppress the amusement in his eyes as he addressed the phone screen. “Sorry, the person beside me isn’t in a position to show her face right now.”

Fans: ?

Is it what I think it is? Holy sh1t, what were you two just doing?!

Don’t stop me—if you don’t come out, I’ll start spreading rumors: Shocking! Xu Mifei and Yuyu were just doing unspeakable things!

“……”

Seeing the situation spiral out of control, Xu Mifei had no choice but to put on a mask and, with the resolve of a doomed martyr, stepped into the frame.