The Extravagant Alpha And The Cold Movie Queen’s Fake Act Became Real - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Darling Ruan Ruan’s Wife Fu Ru’an

“How much?”

Ruan Siyi’s eyes widened, her ears buzzing as if she couldn’t believe the number she’d just heard.

This is China, so the currency should be CNY, right?

Hesitantly, she spoke: “Sawubona?”

(One of Zimbabwe’s official languages, Ndebele for “hello.”)

Fu Ru’an: “…………”

Dumb puppy.

Is it too late to throw her away now?

With an expressionless face, she tossed the shredded divorce agreement into the paper shredder for another round of grinding. “Not enough?”

Ruan Siyi instinctively shook her head but then suddenly seemed to realize something and hurriedly nodded, like a little chick pecking at rice.

“Enough, enough! More than enough! This money could buy ten of me with plenty to spare!”

What could she do? Before transmigrating into this novel, she was just a pitiful office worker, the epitome of cheap labor, and had never seen so many zeros in her life!

“Sister Fu, I get it, you can rest assured! In public, I’ll treat you like my life, showering you with love and affection. In private, I’ll stick to my role as an employee, keeping my distance and not touching a single hair on your head!”

She felt her words were flawless, sure to satisfy Fu Ru’an.

She would be the most considerate live-in Alpha, obedient and never overstepping.

As long as she held out until the novel’s male lead, Lu Youning, returned from abroad, she could walk away with her massive fortune, wishing them a long and happy marriage—wasn’t an amicable divorce the best outcome?

That way, as long as the things the original host had done weren’t exposed, she wouldn’t meet the same fate as the original—stabbed to death by an extremist fan.

Ruan Siyi was already fantasizing about her future leisurely life, completely missing the growing chill in Fu Ru’an’s expression.

“Mm.” Fu Ru’an paused for a moment, tilting her head to glance at the strands of her hair resting on Ruan Siyi’s shoulder, her tone indifferent. “I hope you can keep your word.”

At the same time.

Rong Zhi and Sui Zhilu were swamped with work.

“Lulu, hurry, go buy a few more promotional posts, and contact the marketing accounts we know. Try to hype our CP as much as possible, and take the chance to drag that Ruan b1tch down while we’re at it~”

Rong Zhi sat in Sui Zhilu’s lap, fiddling with her freshly done nails, her tone as sweet and delicate as her appearance.

Sui Zhilu helplessly wrapped her arms around Rong Zhi’s waist, afraid she might accidentally fall. “Xiao Zhi, you and Ruan Siyi don’t have any deep-seated grudges. Besides, your career is thriving now—why always target her?”

She was well aware of the rivalry between the two since their debut.

Rong Zhi and Ruan Siyi had once been competitors at Brilliant Entertainment, with Ruan Siyi narrowly clinching the C-position by a small margin, leaving Rong Zhi in second place.

But now, thanks to her lead roles in several TV dramas, Rong Zhi’s popularity had soared, while Ruan Siyi had become just another obscure D-list celebrity. Over the years, her only notable achievement was being “Fu Ru’an, the award-winning actress’s wife,” and the gap between them had only widened.

This hostility had long since become unnecessary.

But Rong Zhi shot her a glare, dissatisfied, and punched Sui Zhilu’s shoulder, her voice sharp. “What do you know? Ruan Siyi is just plain annoying! Even before debut, she had to compete with me—fighting for top marks in company evaluations, fighting for the C-position, even cutting in front of me in the cafeteria line!”

Sui Zhilu chuckled, soothing her. “Alright, alright, you’re still hung up on cafeteria line-cutting after all this time? You really can’t let go.”

Rong Zhi vented by punching Sui Zhilu’s shoulder again, still sitting in her lap and fuming. “You have no idea how infuriating she is! What’s worse, these past few years, it’s like she’s a completely different person—her career has tanked, and she’s ruined her reputation too. So stupid!”

“Now she’s still trying to rely on Actress Fu for a comeback, without putting in any effort herself. It just makes me hate her even more. At least the old Ruan Siyi, though a bit slow and wooden, had actual talent!”

With that, she grabbed Sui Zhilu’s phone, her fingers flying across the screen as she typed out a new post for some marketing account, and casually bought a trending tag.

The next second.

She watched as the high-ranking trending tag she’d spent a fortune on—#DeerAntlerWorldsSweetestCP #RuanSiyiFakeCoupleWontDoRealDatingShow—was forcibly pushed down. In its place, soaring to the top of the charts with a “Boom” tag, was—

#RuanSiyiFuRu’anJoinHeartbeatSignal#

Rong Zhi: “?”

Huh?

What the hell?

How is this possible?

How could Ruan Siyi and Fu Ru’an actually be joining Heartbeat Signal?!

Behind her, Sui Zhilu nestled into the crook of her neck, peeking out curiously:

“Darling, are you a prophet? Did you just cast a spell and make it happen?”

Rong Zhi stood up angrily:

“Shut up. You’re sleeping in the guest room tonight.”

The confusion wasn’t limited to Rong Zhi. Netizens and fans were also in an uproar.

[@HeartbeatSignalOfficial]: Let’s give a warm welcome to Teacher Fu @ActorFuRu’an and Teacher Ruan @FuFu’sWifeRuanSiyi as they join our Heartbeat Signal family!!! (Cheers) (Applause)

This Weibo post shot to the top of the trending list within minutes, with the comments section flooded with skepticism, mockery, and jokes.

「Are you kidding me? Aren’t these two the fakest couple in the entertainment industry? They dare to join a dating show? Is the production team insane?」

「Hahaha, I can already picture these plastic wives giving each other the cold shoulder on the show. Can’t wait!」

「Genuine question: does the production team think the audience is blind? Who wants to watch these two fakers?」

「I’ll just wait for Fu Ru’an’s solo cuts. No interest in wasting time on Ruan Siyi’s clout-chasing.」

「Don’t be ridiculous, folks. I’m here for sweet romance, not a 315 exposé…」

It wasn’t just the official show account—Ruan Siyi’s repost was immediately bombarded by Fu Ru’an’s fans, turning the situation into a full-blown warzone.

[@FuRu’ansWifeRuanSiyi]: Honored to be invited to the show with my wife @ActorFuRu’an~ Real wives fear nothing~ //@HeartbeatSignalOfficial

Ruan Siyi mimicked the original host’s style in drafting the post and even added, “Yi-Ru love is the sweetest (cheers).”

「Ruan the D-lister is back to leech off our sister’s clout? Disgusting.」

「What trick did you use this time to force our Fu Fu onto a show with you? How shameless can you be?」

Ruan Siyi sat alone in the living room, quietly scrolling through Weibo.

Though she’d mentally prepared herself for the original host’s infamy, the sheer volume of vitriol still hit her hard.

The overwhelming malice enveloped her, threatening to drag her into a pitch-black abyss.

She’d thought she’d grown accustomed to these attacks—after all, since “transmigrating,” she’d been shouldering the original host’s “dark history” and the resulting criticism.

But today, faced with so many vile comments, she still felt an invisible weight pressing down on her. She gripped her phone, her heart sinking.

「LMAO, you’re the only one reposting. Our Fu Fu isn’t even acknowledging you.」

「Everyone knows Ruan Siyi is just a live-in Alpha for the Fu family. An Alpha, yet less capable than the Omega at home!」

「Hey, AO equality is a thing now!!! Are you living in the Qing dynasty?」

……

Ruan Siyi ignored the comments, instinctively checking the time.

True, over ten minutes had passed since the show’s announcement, and Fu Ru’an’s Weibo remained silent. Her latest post was still a repost of a lipstick endorsement.

In the photo, Fu Ru’an had black hair and wore a red dress, her eyebrows tinted light brown, her eyelashes perfectly defined, her eyeliner drawn into a sharp wing. Her nose was high and straight, and a pair of metallic hoop earrings accentuated her noble, glamorous beauty.

The brand’s lipstick matched her dress—a bold red that added a vibrant touch to her otherwise cool, aloof features. With skin like ice and a demeanor like autumn waters, she looked untouchable, a frosty fairy.

The comments were filled with endless praise: “Goddess,” “Absolute goddess.”

So, Fu Ru’an had only agreed to join the show to secure that movie role, huh?

Ruan Siyi let out a long sigh.

She knew the original host’s past actions were unforgivable, stains that couldn’t be erased.

But she was just a transmigrator who’d been living her life peacefully in her original world before suddenly being thrown into this godforsaken place—

Where everyone viewed her with malice, and she’d been handed a villainous cannon fodder’s script from the moment she arrived.

Even though everything was going as expected, Ruan Siyi still felt a dull ache in her chest, her palms damp with cold sweat.

No.

She figured she should still remind Fu Ru’an—their current roles were that of a sweet, loving couple. How could they ignore such a public announcement?

Ruan Siyi was a woman of action. She immediately grabbed her phone and headed upstairs.

Upstairs, the master bedroom door wasn’t fully closed, leaving a narrow gap.

Peeking through, she saw Fu Ru’an leaning against the wall, phone in hand. Her fingers were long and slender, like finely carved jade, perfectly proportioned.

Fragments of conversation drifted through the door, and Ruan Siyi only caught snippets—something about “movie,” “lead role,” “Director Jiang.”

Seemed like she was talking to that famous director.

Must be work-related.

So Fu Ru’an hadn’t reposted the announcement because she was busy.

Sunlight streamed through the window, dazzlingly bright. Fu Ru’an’s eyes were slightly closed, her profile like a distant mountain range, untouched by mortal dust.

Truly, as her fans described—a goddess.

Beautiful and untouchable.

Ruan Siyi’s mind blanked for a moment.

She lingered at the door quietly, about to turn and leave when Fu Ru’an seemed to sense her presence and looked up.

Ruan Siyi’s bright figure abruptly crashed into those deep, dark eyes. Their gazes met, stirring ripples in what had been still waters.

Ruan Siyi froze mid-retreat.

She saw Fu Ru’an’s red lips part, mouthing “Wait a sec” at her before hastily ending the call.

“What is it?”

Fu Ru’an straightened up and pushed the door open, stepping out.

“Um…” Ruan Siyi lowered her lashes, avoiding Fu Ru’an’s direct gaze, unaware that her ears had turned red. “The Weibo post—could you repost it?”

The show had tagged both of them; they should at least cooperate with the promotion.

“Okay.”

Fu Ru’an watched Ruan Siyi’s flustered expression, her mood inexplicably lifting.

Was this little one… shy?

But she hadn’t even done anything yet.

Fu Ru’an quickly opened Weibo and reposted the announcement.

She even changed her username.

Ruan Siyi peeked over at her phone.

[@RuanRuan’sWifeFuRu’an]: Yi-Ru love is the sweetest (heart) (heart) //@FuFu’sWifeRuanSiyi