Thank You for the Invitation, I Successfully Held Hands with the Best Actress - Chapter 2

At first, Ning Yu thought it was an illusion, but within minutes, the voice started urging her again.

“With a beauty in your arms, hurry up and make your move!”

Ning Yu’s eye twitched as she glanced around. “Who’s talking?”

A loli voice replied, “The shameless scumbag Alpha System 414 is at your service! This system is designed to tailor the perfect scumbag Alpha persona for you—ruthless, bottomless, utterly irredeemable, with morals scattered all over the floor…”

Her head throbbing from the barrage of “scumbag” descriptions, Ning Yu cut in, “I don’t want to be some scumbag Alpha. Just leave me alone.”

The loli voice chirped, “But the system has already fulfilled the host’s wishes, and the contract is sealed. The host must complete all tasks to unbind the system. Otherwise… I’ll dutifully stay by your side forever~”

You think your fake cutesy act is adorable? Who wants a “ghostly presence” chattering in their brain 24/7? This kind of “duty” is completely unnecessary!

Ning Yu: “Wait—what? You said you fulfilled my wishes? What wishes? I never wanted to transmigrate into a book as a scumbag Alpha.”

The system explained, “The first wish was to gift you a gorgeous older sister. The second was to make you bankrupt. Both have been fulfilled! What the heavens couldn’t achieve, the system has accomplished for you.”

Ning Yu: “…What the hell??”

The system elaborated, “Concrete evidence of Ning Yu two-timing multiple partners has already been leaked by paparazzi. All your endorsements are gone, and all your savings have been seized by the company to cover compensation fees. Congratulations, host—you’re now a penniless, debt-ridden loser.”

?? Ning Yu’s slender fingers flew across her phone screen as she scrolled frantically.

Sure enough, every hashtag related to “Ning Yu” on Weibo was flooded with hate.

As the saying goes, good news travels slowly, but bad news spreads like wildfire. Aside from the eight daily fluff pieces celebrities buy to hype themselves, only scandalous gossip trends the fastest, with discussions growing fiercer by the minute.

The moment paparazzi exposed Ning Yu’s affairs with multiple Omegas, multiple hashtags shot to the top of the trending list. The company couldn’t suppress them—the buzz only grew, and the number of participants in the discussion steadily climbed. It was expected to remain viral the next day.

Opening the paparazzi’s lengthy exposé, the timeline and details were laid out clearly, logically, and supported with photographic evidence.

It could be considered a textbook example of investigative journalism in the paparazzi world.

The photos showed Ning Yu dining with different Omegas morning, noon, and night, going on shopping and movie dates with different people, and shamelessly flirting with women at bars—one after another, unrestrained and utterly promiscuous.

A Z-list celebrity, originally a model with no notable works, no acting skills, and no popularity—a classic “three-no’s” product of the entertainment industry—had now gained infamy through her chaotic personal life.

Ning Yu’s company, of course, immediately issued a statement clarifying that these were all normal friendly interactions, with no inappropriate relationships involved, and emphasized that Ning Yu was still single, urging netizens not to spread malicious speculation.

The undeniable photographic evidence was right there—how could a mere clarification explain it away? Thus, the statement sank like a stone amid the netizens’ sarcastic jeers, leaving not even a ripple.

“Hah, what a time management master, seamlessly transitioning between partners. So many beautiful girls have fallen victim—can’t the company just blacklist her to stop her from harming others?”

“A talentless, workless nobody—I genuinely don’t understand why this kind of person still has fans.”

“A pretty face is just that—useless. Why stan a trash-tier alpha? Just waiting for her to flop.”

“Flop? Unlikely. Heard she’s also joining First Heartbeat?”

“Huh??? What’s wrong with the production team? A two-timing trash alpha like her deserves to be on a dating show? Get lost, just get lost already!”

“Probably signed the contract earlier—didn’t expect this scandal to blow up now. Hope the show drops her. My sweet Mu Mu is gonna be there too.”

“Ah, Actress Mu is joining? If she wants to date, she can just pick me (tongue-in-cheek).”

“Heard it’s gonna be livestreamed. I’d camp in front of the screen 24/7.”

“@MuMu, date anyone, but stay a billion miles away from that Ning Yu.”

…

The backlash was overwhelming, her reputation collapsing like a mudslide—utterly beyond saving.

“This isn’t a wish—it’s a curse! A curse!” Ning Yu cursed under her breath. “I just want to go back, return to my original world.”

The system chimed in: “The reward for returning can only be unlocked after successfully establishing your trash-alpha persona. Please remain steadfast in completing your scumbag missions, Host.”

Ning Yu massaged her temples in despair. A trash alpha? I’ve never even dated—how am I supposed to pull this off?

Just then, the doorbell rang. A staff member handed her a suppressant, sternly reminding her not to open the door for any alphas.

The slender syringe contained a pale pink liquid with a faint floral-fruity scent. As Ning Yu poised it over Mu QiuYan’s arm, the annoying system intervened again.

“Host, your current mission is to mark Mu QiuYan, not administer suppressants.”

Ning Yu replied coldly, plunging the needle in without hesitation: “An alpha who forcibly marks an omega against their will can face over a decade in prison.”

This world’s laws regarding A/B/O dynamics were ruthlessly strict. Even if an alpha lost control due to instinctive pheromone influence, the courts showed no mercy—intentional or not.

Very legally perilous.

As the suppressant took effect, Mu QiuYan’s feverish body gradually calmed. Her furrowed brow relaxed, her breathing steadied, and the thick pheromones in the air receded, leaving only a delicate, snow-melt freshness—like sunlight filtering through branches after a storm.

The system sighed in disappointment. Turning down a beauty served on a silver platter… This trash-alpha host really isn’t cutting it.

After confirming Mu QiuYan was stable, Ning Yu exhaled in relief—her own gland still intact. Masked and bundled in layers, she cautiously left the hotel.

Once she was gone, Mu QiuYan—still pale and weak—slowly opened her eyes. She glanced at the empty room, tension easing from her body.

Her gaze dropped to the spent suppressant vial on the floor, her expression darkening.

Who is that woman exactly?

“First Heartbeat” adopted a live broadcast format, inviting various guests to experience a month-long romantic social experiment in the “Heartbeat House.” The show was divided into stages from initial meetings to deep connections, designed to foster emotional bonds with the aim of having some guests successfully pair up by the end of filming.

Due to the tabloid scandals surrounding Ning Yu just before shooting began, the show gained massive attention even before production started.

“My god, do you have any idea how much trouble you’ve caused?! Can’t you just behave and rein in your flirtatious nature? Don’t think the company won’t bench you just because you’re drowning in debt. ‘First Heartbeat’ is your only chance now—you better stick to your assigned persona during filming.” Manager Yu drove Ning Yu to the shooting location, relentlessly drilling the message in.

Ironically, the company had crafted a gentle and intellectual image for Ning Yu, which couldn’t be further from her actual personality. They even emphasized getting close to Mu Qiuwan to ride the wave of a potential CP pairing.

Little did they know, the persona Ning Yu displayed on camera turned out to be an insufferably clingy and cringeworthy simp.

Not only did she shamelessly follow Mu Qiuwan around against her will, but she also repeatedly tried to get handsy, infuriating the female lead and cementing their feud.

The filming location was on a small island, surrounded by a crystal-clear lake like an emerald ribbon. The only connection to the outside world was a long causeway built of white stone bricks.

Dragging her suitcase onto the island, Ning Yu followed a winding path uphill until a four-story retro-style villa came into view—the “Heartbeat House” where she would live for the next month.

She wore a casual sundress and a brown bucket hat that covered most of her forehead. A pair of black square-framed sunglasses rested on her straight nose bridge, leaving only her luscious red lips visible. The outfit made her look more like a tourist on vacation than a reality show participant.

But her flawless proportions, graceful posture, or perhaps her domineering aura made even a walk down the country path feel like a runway strut.

Wowww, that figure—I’m in love!

Her face isn’t fully visible, but she’s definitely a stunner. The production team nailed it—who wants to watch ugly people dating? Everyone here is at least above average in looks.

This was the right decision! Time to feast my eyes on these gorgeous people.

The barrage of adoring comments continued until—

Ning Yu took off her sunglasses.

Wait, isn’t that the player Ning Yu? Damn, she’s actually this good-looking?

Her vibe’s different though. She used to wear such garish makeup—who knew she’d look so fresh-faced without it?

Pretty or not, she’s still a scumbag alpha. Don’t forget her true colors, people. Let’s boycott her together.

Those poor omegas who got played by her are so unlucky. Disgraceful celebrities like her should be blacklisted.

The provocative production team even launched a poll in the livestream asking whether Ning Yu should quit the show—adding insult to injury. Unsurprisingly, the results were overwhelmingly one-sided.

Ning Yu remained oblivious. But even if she knew, she probably wouldn’t care. In fact, she might even give a thumbs-up and cheer them on.

Well said! Brilliant! As a scumbag alpha, of course she’d get hate. If netizens ever stopped criticizing her, she’d start worrying if their moral compasses had gone haywire.

The villa’s decor followed a European retro style, with the living room adorned in lavish Rococo fashion that exuded an air of luxury and nobility. Behind the villa lay a vast, beautifully landscaped garden filled with flowers and plants, giving the entire property the feel of a small medieval manor.

Perhaps to match this theme, the production team had placed eight different cards at the entrance foyer, each bearing a distinct role. Some remained unflipped, while those already revealed displayed titles like “Count,” “Princess,” “Gardener,” and “Tutor.”

Ning Yu flipped over the card at the far bottom right corner—

“Maid.”