When a Scumbag Cannon Fodder Alpha Meets a Mad Movie Queen Villainess - Chapter 19

Shen Yuanyi stepped lightly into Qi Ning’an’s bedroom. The drawn curtains bathed the room in bright light, revealing clean walls and tidy floors, with clothes neatly arranged in the closet—it was exactly how one would imagine the sweet, soft bedroom of an omega.

“I’ll make some tea,” Qi Ning’an said softly, her ears-tinged red.

Snapping out of her thoughts, Shen Yuanyi averted her gaze and nodded stiffly. “Okay.”

She took a seat on the small sofa, placing the cake on the coffee table. She sat with her legs together, hands resting on her thighs, back straight as a rod.

She didn’t dare let her eyes wander around Qi Ning’an’s room anymore, afraid of being kicked out. An alpha loitering and fidgeting in an omega’s bedroom was just plain inappropriate.

Qi Ning’an returned with a teapot and cups, sitting directly across from Shen Yuanyi. The heat in her ears, which had just faded, flared up again instantly.

“Um… thank you for keeping me company.”

Shen Yuanyi quickly waved her hands. “No, no! You’ve always taken such good care of me. I just wanted to do something for you too.”

Her voice grew quieter toward the end, her ears inexplicably burning.

Normally, they could chat just fine, but for some reason, stepping into this room felt like being placed under a spell—their conversation had turned oddly formal.

Taking a deep breath, Shen Yuanyi cleared her throat and smiled. “Let’s open the cake. It’s really good—I brought it specially for you to try. It’s from the same bakery as the strawberry cake I saved for you last time, but this one’s chocolate.”

“Mhm, I’m so happy~” Qi Ning’an murmured, keeping her head down so Shen Yuanyi couldn’t see her expression.

To any normal person, the remark wouldn’t raise suspicions. Shen Yuanyi simply assumed Qi Ning’an was touched, just like when she had brought her soup during a late-night filming session.

The four-inch cake came with plates and forks. Shen Yuanyi carefully sliced it in half, then cut a small piece onto a square plate before handing it to Qi Ning’an.

In return, Qi Ning’an poured tea from the pot into a cup and placed it in front of Shen Yuanyi.

Cake and tea—what could be more fitting for an elegant afternoon treat?

As they sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, bathed in the fiery hues of the sunset, they ate cake and sipped tea. Qi Ning’an didn’t have much—she wasn’t particularly fond of sweets to begin with. Her fondness for them stemmed solely from Shen Yuanyi’s love for them. Most of the cake ended up in Shen Yuanyi’s stomach, leaving a smear of cream at the corner of her lips.

Qi Ning’an noticed. Her throat bobbed as she sat there, outwardly composed but inwardly at war.

What if I just… licked the corner of her mouth? The sweetness of the cream mixed with her lips… it’d taste amazing, wouldn’t it?

No, no. Better not take such a risk. What if she gets mad?

Yet, before she could stop herself, she was already standing. Leaning over the coffee table, she bent down, her lips brushing Shen Yuanyi’s cheek as her tongue darted out for a quick taste. Reluctantly, she pulled away.

The suddenness of it left Shen Yuanyi frozen. By the time she processed what had happened, her face was burning crimson. She hastily wiped the spot Qi Ning’an had licked with the back of her hand.

“Y-You… you…”

Qi Ning’an blinked at her with innocent, questioning eyes.

What mischief could a pure-hearted villain possibly be up to? Shen Yuanyi could already imagine Qi Ning’an’s response—What’s wrong?—as if she hadn’t just crossed a line.

But that wasn’t the case. Qi Ning’an cautiously explained, “I saw cream at the corner of your mouth and just wanted to lick it off.”

Shen Yuanyi didn’t get angry, mentally filling in Qi Ning’an’s next words herself—because I wanted to clean it for you, so I did it, is that not allowed?

But no, what Qi Ning’an said was, “Are you angry?”

“Why would you ask that?” Shen Yuanyi was taken aback.

The little rabbit looked at her with pitiful eyes, pouting, as if refusing to answer until Shen Yuanyi clarified whether she was angry or not.

Shen Yuanyi gave in and answered first, “I’m not angry. You wanted to help clean the cream from my mouth, right? Next time, you can just tell me—I can wipe it off myself.”

Qi Ning’an meekly said, “What if I just wanted to lick the cream off your lips? Would that not be okay?”

This… what kind of talk was this?

Shen Yuanyi’s cheeks flushed red, her heart suddenly constricting, tightening, then pounding violently.

No, that shouldn’t be allowed, right? Such things shouldn’t be allowed. So why was there a voice inside her saying it was okay?

She swallowed hard, cleared her throat, and looked at the little rabbit with utmost seriousness. “No, it’s not okay.”

“We shouldn’t cross the boundaries of ordinary friends.”

The little rabbit pursed her lips into a faint smile and said nothing, sitting down to pour herself a cup of tea. The teacup obscured most of her face, making it impossible for the little wolf to see her expression after hearing those words.

Shen Yuanyi vaguely sensed a trace of disappointment in the little rabbit—until she heard her exclaim, “The chocolate cake you brought is so delicious.”

Shen Yuanyi smiled, picking up her own teacup for a sip. “If you like it, I’ll bring more next time so we can share.”

“Great, great!” Qi Ning’an beamed, not at all resembling the dejected image Shen Yuanyi had imagined.

Soon, night fell. Qi Ning’an got up to turn on the lights, and Shen Yuanyi accidentally noticed a piece of paper stuck in the wardrobe, printed with some kind of pattern. Blame her slight nearsightedness—she couldn’t make out what exactly was on it.

When Qi Ning’an returned, Shen Yuanyi pointed toward the wardrobe. “Qi Ning’an, there’s a piece of paper stuck in your closet door.”

At the direction Shen Yuanyi indicated, Qi Ning’an’s heart leaped into her throat. She stiffly turned her head and saw it—she had been careless when closing the door, and a photo had slipped out, now caught in the gap.

Qi Ning’an forced an awkward laugh, muttered a “thanks,” and walked over.

“Is it trash? Do you want me to take it out and throw it away later?” Shen Yuanyi offered.

“No, no need!” Qi Ning’an bent down, swiftly snatched the photo, and crumpled it as if her heart were breaking, tossing it into the room’s trash bin.

Another one slipped out, caught in the door crack.

Shen Yuanyi saw it and tilted her head in confusion. Why did Qi Ning’an’s wardrobe have so many loose papers?

She stood up, ready to help Qi Ning’an clean up.

Suddenly, Qi Ning’an called out, “Shen Yuanyi.”

She stopped in her tracks and looked at Qi Ning’an. “What is it, sis?”

“Um, I’m not feeling too well. Let’s meet tomorrow.” Qi Ning’an hurried over, pushing Shen Yuanyi toward the door with a smile. “Thanks for coming to keep me company today.”

The door slammed shut with a “bang.”

Shen Yuanyi scratched her cheek with a finger, wondering—could it be that Qi Ning’an’s heat cycle had suddenly kicked in? Was that why she was in such a hurry to shoo her out?

Hearing this, the villain seemed so kind, enduring everything alone with quiet strength.

She gently knocked on the door and said, “I’ll visit you again tomorrow and bring you a little cake.”

Qi Ning’an, leaning against the door while panting heavily, responded with a reluctant “Mm.”

She could have stayed with the puppy much longer.

Once the footsteps outside faded, Qi Ning’an picked up the crumpled photo from the trash bin and smoothed it out, her heart shattering into pieces.

Shen Yuanyi returned home, sent Qi Ning’an a message to confirm she was safe, then wished her goodnight before falling asleep.

The next day, when she arrived on set, she didn’t see Yan Yue. The director mentioned that Yan Yue had wrapped up her scenes early—likely an abrupt exit from the story.

Shen Yuanyi didn’t dwell on it. Her own scenes were nearly finished too.

After filming in the morning, she returned in the afternoon, stopping by the cake shop again before heading to Qi Ning’an’s villa. She stayed late before finally going home.

This routine continued for a week until her scenes were completed, coinciding with the end of Qi Ning’an’s heat cycle.

The drama wouldn’t air for at least four months, leaving Shen Yuanyi with no schedule until December. Unsure what to do at home, she decided to start a livestream to improve the public’s negative perception of the original owner.

It was truly a spur-of-the-moment idea—something she thought of while showering. Wrapped in a loose bathrobe, she went to the living room, created an account, and went live.

She didn’t make any announcements or inform her manager—or even her patron, Qi Ning’an.

Very few viewers joined at first. Less than a minute into the stream, Shen Yuanyi wasn’t worried. She played a song, then got up to grab a towel and dry her hair.

SpicyButNotSpicy: Here.
HeiressOfWealth: Here.

…

If not for the soft humming, newcomers would have quickly swiped away to other streams.

“Shen… Xiao Yi”—no one would immediately connect this name to the controversial Shen Yuanyi. At most, it might seem like a slight imitation.

Host, where are you?

Just as Shen Yuanyi finished drying her hair, she noticed the question in the chat. She adjusted her phone and tapped the screen.

Her face was still flushed from the shower, and the bathrobe revealed her fair neck and delicate collarbones. She replied nonchalantly, “I’m here.”

Without context, it might have seemed like she was flirting with the audience.

A hater who had just tweeted, “Shen Yuanyi should quit acting—her performances are eyesores,” stumbled upon her livestream while scrolling through short videos.

Damn algorithm. The hater wanted to slap themselves for not swiping away immediately. Instead, they had lingered and even asked, Host, where are you?

HeiressOfWealth: Just seeing you makes me sick. Shen Yuanyi, please stop acting.

Shen Yuanyi rubbed her nose, pretending not to see the comment. Where were the original owner’s fans? She needed some loyal supporters.

She stood up to grab a comb, humming as her face temporarily disappeared from the stream.

More people began joining, while HeiressOfWealth kept urging them to leave, insisting this was Shen Yuanyi.

Your voice is so nice—can you show your face while singing?
Love the voice! So soothing!
Wow, what a discovery!

HeiressOfWealth: Run, this is Shen Yuanyi!

Unhurried, Shen Yuanyi combed and blow-dried her hair, completely unaware of the chaos unfolding in the chat.

Within just ten minutes, the hashtag #ShenYuanyiLivestream had quietly climbed onto the back end of Weibo’s trending list.

The live stream was flooded with a massive crowd of onlookers.

Qi Ning’an only realized Shen Yuanyi was live streaming after glancing at the surveillance footage. He immediately registered a burner account, entered the stream, and tipped a million-yuan worth of gifts.

Being able to see Shen Yuanyi openly like this made him feel like he was finally living in the sunlight.

Little Cake: Panting panting, Shen Yuanyi baby, I love you!

Heiress of the Wealthy Family: Ugh! How can anyone love a talentless hack like this? @Little Cake, get your eyes checked.

When Shen Yuanyi returned after blow-drying his hair, he was dazzled by the barrage of flashy effects on the screen. This…

“Thank you for the gifts, Little Cake.”

The puppy was talking to her. The puppy had noticed her.

“Ah~” Lying in bed, Qi Ning’an bit down on his index finger, his gaze fixed on the screen as he exhaled heated breaths. So obsessed.