The Gorgeous Omega Came to Seduce Me [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 1

“Ugh—”

“So boring.”

The radiant young woman, dressed in a pure white high-slit camisole dress, sank into the soft lambskin sofa.

Her fair, slender feet propped on the edge of the low table in front of the sofa, she reclined lazily, her exquisite curves on full display.

Her slightly curled long hair cascaded like a waterfall, while her delicate arms stretched out and draped over the backrest, her slender fingers adorned with pale pink nail polish dangling mid-air.

The villa was empty, with wilting flowers and used paint piled in the corner of the living room, and canvases placed nearby. The entire house was decorated in a lively, rustic style, perfectly matching the woman’s dazzling and carefree demeanor.

“How can life be this dull?”

“And what’s the reason this time, young miss?” A sharp and efficient-looking short-haired woman walked over, carrying two glasses of juice, and sat down, sliding one toward the radiant girl.

“Those alphas,” the beautiful woman murmured, staring at the ceiling, her cat-like eyes flickering with faint annoyance as she twirled a lock of her long hair around her slender fingers. “The alphas in this world are so shallow and vulgar. It’s impossible to have a proper conversation with them. So annoying.”

An Dong chuckled softly. “I don’t really understand your troubles.”

“Ugh,” Mu Shenshen’s expression soured instantly, her voice turning sweet and coquettish. “I really envy you Betas.”

“That’s not something you can envy,” An Dong replied, taking a sip of juice. “By the way, isn’t your heat cycle coming up soon? Are you planning to just find someone random again, or are you going to use suppressants?”

Mu Shenshen swung her legs idly but didn’t answer.

An Dong glanced at her and nodded knowingly. “Ah, I see. You’re about at the age where you should find a stable alpha partner.”

Mu Shenshen turned her head away with visible reluctance. “My old man has already given me an ultimatum. Seriously, it’s not like a suitable alpha is just lying around waiting for me to pick them up.”

An Dong shrugged. “That does sound pretty urgent.”

Mu Shenshen sighed, frowning. “So damn annoying.”

The phone lying nearby, adorned with an exaggerated fluffy rabbit charm, suddenly rang. An Dong casually glanced at the caller ID—”Grandpa” flashed on the screen—and raised an eyebrow sympathetically.

“Ugh, I should get going,” Mu Shenshen said, standing up and grabbing the suit jacket draped over the other end of the sofa to slip it on. “You take care of things here.”

“Got it,” An Dong replied obediently. “Boss.”

—

It was June, and the sun blazed fiercely over City C.

Pedestrians bustled under sun umbrellas, their faces barely visible in the crowd. Amid the clamor of voices and car engines, Ji Liao walked against the flow of people, wearing a baseball cap.

“Ding dong.”

The transparent door of the convenience store swung open as a tall, quiet figure stepped inside.

“Welcome to Little Bee Convenience Store. How may I help you today…” With few customers around, the female clerk greeted with a smile, only to freeze momentarily upon seeing Ji Liao’s face, letting out a soft “ah.”

“What?” Ji Liao lifted her gaze, glancing at the clerk.

Her cool eyes swept over like a breeze in early spring—chilling but not unkind.

Ji Liao was dressed entirely in black—black pants and a loose black T-shirt—simple and comfortable. His long, silky black hair cascaded smoothly down his back, gleaming with a healthy sheen. A black baseball cap of the same shade sat atop his head, the brim slightly obscuring his striking features. Yet, once you caught a glimpse of his face, it was impossible not to be momentarily spellbound.

His smooth hair was tucked behind his ears, revealing pale skin and a sharp, well-defined jawline that tapered elegantly. His lips, naturally pale, formed a straight line.

His nose was high-bridged, his lashes thick, and his gaze light yet gentle.

The female cashier, confronted with Ji Liao’s flawless profile, momentarily lost her train of thought before stammering, “W-what would you like?”

“Iced coffee,” Ji Liao replied softly, his voice smooth and clear. “Thank you.”

“Oh, right, right,” the cashier said, suddenly flustered as she turned toward the back of the shop. “The coffee machine’s over here.”

Ji Liao followed her, his movements around the machine practiced and effortless. His slender, elegant hands moved gracefully through the air, creating a mesmerizing sight.

The cashier couldn’t help but stare at his hands.

The sound of coffee filling the paper cup was crisp and distinct. Ji Liao tilted his head slightly and glanced at her. “Something wrong?”

The cashier froze.

Before she could respond, the massive screen on the opposite mall’s exterior, visible through the transparent glass wall behind Ji Liao, suddenly began playing a preview for a variety show recorded in the local studio. The visuals were bright and colorful, the effects playful and lively, and the upbeat melody with its strong rhythm drifted in through the open door.

The tune was unmistakably familiar—Ji Liao had tweaked it countless times late at night, all to better suit a certain someone’s vocal style and habits.

Hearing it now, in this unexpected setting, he couldn’t help but turn his head slightly.

“Oh, it’s Cheng Mi!” the cashier suddenly exclaimed, her voice brimming with excitement.

Ji Liao withdrew his gaze and returned to filling his coffee. “You like her?”

“Of course!” the cashier said with a bright smile. “Xiao Mi is adorable! She’s beautiful, hardworking, has a great personality, and her skills are the best in the group. Honestly, no one could dislike her!”

“Is that so,” Ji Liao murmured indifferently.

Outside, the screen froze on a particularly vibrant shot—Cheng Mi, the popular Omega idol, stood firmly in the center, beaming at the camera with infectious energy.

“Wow… Xiao Mi is just too cute,” the cashier gushed, pulling out her phone to snap photos of the screen, utterly enchanted.

The coffee was ready. Ji Liao had no interest in looking at that face, the one that had once haunted his dreams. He quietly turned off the machine.

Unaware of the shift in his demeanor, the cashier happily applied filters to Cheng Mi’s photos on her phone, grumbling as she edited, “It’s just a shame her agency doesn’t do anything for her. Xiao Mi is so popular—she’s practically their cash cow—yet they can’t even guarantee her safety. What’s the point of Tianhua making so much money?”

Ji Liao paused, his hand stilling mid-motion. “What?”

The female shop assistant noticed Ji Liao’s surprised expression and quickly realized, “Ah, you don’t follow celebrity news, do you? But this has been all over the place lately. The whole thing is just disgusting. Xiao Mi’s group originally had an exclusive composer who would write songs specifically for them. We used to think this composer was amazing, but who knew she’d turn out to be sexually harassing the artists? And using her work as leverage—utterly vile, completely unethical.”

“You know what the worst part is? The worst part is that even with video evidence out there, this still hasn’t made it to the trending topics!” The shop assistant was indignant. “The original video got taken down almost immediately, and any posts about it were shadow-banned. That composer must have some serious backing!”

Ji Liao didn’t respond, merely lowering her lashes slightly before picking up an ice pack. “I’ll take this.”

Without waiting for the shop assistant to say anything else, Ji Liao walked out of the convenience store with her coffee.

As she passed a pedestrian, Ji Liao’s gaze inadvertently flicked to their phone screen, where a gossip video was playing with a bold, yellow headline:

“Top Composer Ji Liao from Tianhua Suspected of Sexual Harassment Against Popular Idol; Rumor Has It Legal Action Is Being Prepared.”

Ji Liao averted her eyes, adjusted the brim of her baseball cap, and took a calm sip of her iced coffee.

So it’s come to this.

Now she was the despicable alpha accused of sexual harassment.

Though Cheng Mi definitely wasn’t the one planning legal action—she wasn’t even the one with the right to file a lawsuit in the first place.

Holding her iced coffee steadily, Ji Liao walked calmly down the sidewalk.

The opinions of those who didn’t know the truth were irrelevant, not worth a second thought. The biggest impact so far was just the bombardment of her public social media accounts, but that didn’t matter—she hardly used them anyway.

The sooner she could settle the contract issues, the better…

A Rolls-Royce was parked in the square’s parking lot, a faint hint of lychee sweetness drifting from the slightly cracked window.

Was there an Omega not using suppressants…? Ji Liao glanced briefly before looking away and continuing on her way.

Just then, an untimely gust of warm wind swept past, lifting the strands of Ji Liao’s long hair, the ends brushing lightly against the car window.

“I’ve told you, I’d like to find an alpha too, but a suitable one is just impossible to—hm?”

Inside the car, Mu Shengshen, who had been speaking half-heartedly, suddenly tilted her head, her gaze lingering on the edge of the window.

“What’s caught your attention?”

Beside Mu Shengshen sat an alpha with understated makeup, her eyeliner extending sharply from the outer corners of her eyes. The bitter coffee-colored lipstick only accentuated her commanding presence, exuding authority without a word.

Mu Shengshen frowned slightly, her expression revealing the arrogance of a top-tier beauty as she critiqued loftily, “I think I caught a whiff of a little alpha?”

“We’re on the street, not at home,” Mu Ying replied naturally, her tone composed. “Of course there’ll be unfamiliar alphas around. If you don’t like places with mixed alpha scents, you should head home sooner.”

“No,” Mu Shenshen tilted her head slightly, peering through the gap between the front seats to watch a tall, aloof figure slowly walk away. She answered absentmindedly, “This scent isn’t bad, actually.”

“Hmm?” Mu Ying frowned, eyeing his rebellious daughter. “You wouldn’t be reckless enough to pick some random alpha off the street just to placate me and your grandfather, would you?”

Mu Shenshen didn’t respond. Instead, she turned her head listlessly, her gaze drifting through the car window’s narrow gap. By chance, she caught sight of an image playing on the digital billboard outside a shopping mall and asked offhandedly, “Whose ad is that?”

The secretary sitting in the front passenger seat glanced over and promptly replied, “It’s a promotional clip for a new variety show featuring the top idol from the girl group under our conglomerate’s entertainment subsidiary.”

“Oh…” Mu Shenshen withdrew her gaze, her tone indifferent. “I don’t like her face. Take the ad down.”

The secretary froze for a moment but quickly complied.

After all, the ad placement had only been a cross-promotion within their own corporate assets. If the boss wanted it changed, even for the most absurd reason, an employee had no grounds to object.

Mu Ying merely lowered his eyelids lazily, offering no protest.