The Stand-In Alpha Goes Viral on a Dating Show - Chapter 20
The thought of pulling out the bra was horrifying—Chi Wan could hardly bear to imagine the consequences!
Others might not recognize who the bra belonged to, but An Ran definitely would. Sure, she might appear like a soft, delicate little flower, but if she ever discovered Chi Wan’s “perverted” behavior, she would definitely expose her on the spot.
And after that?
How was Chi Wan supposed to stay on the show?
System, help! You can’t just sit back and watch me crash and burn!
She mentally jabbed at the system over and over, nearly on the verge of tears.
System! Stop playing dead! If you keep this up, I swear I’m going to die out here—socially!
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“Chi Wan, that important thing of yours—mind showing everyone what it is?”
Mo Wei narrowed her eyes, her tone light but sharp. From Chi Wan’s flustered micro expressions, Mo Wei had already guessed the item was something… unspeakable. The more Chi Wan panicked, the more delighted she became.
Chi Wan leaned back slightly, propping her chin up with one hand. She sighed, as if troubled:
“Isn’t this a little unfair? We looked at everyone’s phones before. Why is it just me now?”
She exhaled again, voice cool and even:
“And I said it’s something really important. You can’t expect me to just flash it around.”
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“Chi Wan, that’s just an excuse.”
Mo Wei leaned forward, pressure mounting, her words full of insinuation:
“Or… are you hiding something?”
“Ha.”
Chi Wan didn’t respond directly. She just let out a cold, mocking laugh.
On the surface, she looked calm and composed—but inside, she was screaming for help.
System! Say something already! You promised me that completing tasks would come with plot progression alerts! But you never warned me about the bra! That’s on you! I should sue you for negligence! Fraud, even!
System: [……]
Just as Chi Wan was mentally roasting the system to death, a notification popped up—the system was finally online.
Her heart leapt.
You’re finally back! Do something! I don’t want to be branded a pervert for life!
System: [Host, don’t panic! Complete this emergency task, and I can get you out of this crisis!]
Emergency task?
Chi Wan’s instincts screamed bad idea, but there was no backing out now. She braced herself.
[Ding! Emergency Task: Within 30 minutes, touch the villainess’s private area. Once accepted, the system will randomly replace the bra in your inner pocket with another item.]
WHAT?!
Chi Wan practically exploded.
What do you mean “touch her private area”?! Why do all your tasks turn me into some kind of creep? I swear, you’re the one trying to make me look like a deviant!
System: [Host! Please refrain from slandering the system!]
Oh, shut up. Who else would I blame? You keep giving me sleazy missions, and now you’re telling me you’ll “randomly” swap the bra for something else? What if it’s even worse?!
System: [It won’t be! Trust me!]
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Meanwhile, Mo Wei was pressing harder, with Mingyu, Su Yao, and the others all watching closely. Only An Ran remained quiet, her demeanor calm—but Chi Wan could feel the walls closing in.
She bit her lip. She had no choice but to accept.
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An Ran wasn’t exactly not curious—she just didn’t want to get too close to Chi Wan anymore. She kept a deliberately distant expression, but her eyes couldn’t help drifting over. She noticed that Chi Wan’s smile was growing more and more strained under Mo Wei’s questioning, and a faint ache stirred in her chest.
Then, suddenly, Chi Wan’s expression shifted. Her gaze flicked toward An Ran, brief but loaded with emotion—an apology, perhaps?
An Ran’s brows furrowed instinctively.
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Chi Wan sighed. “Fine. Since you all insist—if only to prove I have nothing to hide—I’ll show you.”
As her fingers moved toward the inner pocket of her jacket, Lu Xin and the others held their breath.
They all had a sinking feeling that whatever was in that pocket… had something to do with one of them.
No matter how much they denied it, deep down, they couldn’t help comparing:
Who does Chi Wan care about most?
Who’s she still hung up on?
Especially when it came to something she kept so close to her body—it must mean something, right?
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Even Chi Wan’s fingers were trembling as she reached into her coat. It’s like opening a mystery box, she thought. Who knows what’s in there now?
Finally—she touched it.
It felt small, square… and terrifying.
Her scalp prickled as realization hit.
Oh no. Oh NO. This better not be…
System, you piece of junk! What did you put in here?! Is this… a condom? Or a finger cot?!
If it was one of those two, she’d rather take the bra back!
System: [Host! If you keep insulting me, I’ll get mad! Do I seem that unreliable?!]
YES, Chi Wan wanted to scream, you absolutely do!
Still… she held back.
As long as it wasn’t those, she could survive this. If it was, she would be labeled a literal s3x maniac—worse than just a pervert.
And between “s3x maniac” and “pervert,” well… neither label was ideal.
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An Ran, sitting closest to Chi Wan, noticed her faltering. She looked hesitant, anxious—even afraid.
An Ran’s gaze fell to the coat. The jacket was slightly parted now, revealing the soft curves beneath and the faint shadows playing beneath the fabric.
Chi Wan’s hand had vanished into those shadows.
What exactly was in that inner pocket?
An Ran’s curiosity surged.
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Finally, Chi Wan pulled something out—a small, transparent plastic bag with something neatly folded inside.
Not a bra. Not something scandalous.
It was… a cheap little tassel.
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Whose is that?
Lu Xin and the others frantically searched their memories.
An Ran, on the other hand, instinctively pulled her feet back further under the table—subtle, unnoticed by anyone.
Even Chi Wan stared at the tassel in confusion. It looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t place it.
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Mo Wei couldn’t hold it in.
“Seriously? That’s it? That’s the thing you were so nervous about? Why are all your treasures so… cheap-looking?” She barely kept herself from bursting into laughter.
Chi Wan just smiled, crimson lips lifting at the corners.
“So what if it’s cheap? It’s still my most precious treasure.”
Mo Wei sneered, leaning in close, her voice low and dripping venom:
“I actually think you’re pretty pathetic—mistaking trash for treasure.”
Chi Wan didn’t back down. “Thanks, but I don’t need your pity. I’m perfectly happy with my so-called trash.”
Their gazes locked, sparks flying.
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An Ran heard everything. From her seat, she could clearly see the tassel—and recognized it instantly.
It had come from her sandal.
Her feet, hidden beneath the table, nervously rubbed against each other. Her entire body had gone rigid.
She couldn’t understand it.
Why was Chi Wan holding her sandal’s tassel while saying all those emotionally charged words?
And worst of all—somewhere deep inside, a strange, physical reaction began to stir.
It hit her then: Maybe I’ve been single too long. Because for some reason… this is turning me on.