When a Scumbag Cannon Fodder Alpha Meets a Mad Movie Queen Villainess - Chapter 24

“Sleep together?” Shen Yuanyi raised an eyebrow, her lips trembling slightly as she struggled to find words, her cheeks involuntarily flushing pink.

 

“Mhm, it’s too cold—let’s sleep together.” Qi Ning’an continued gazing at her with those bright, captivating eyes.

 

The little bunny seemed so innocent and harmless, probably mistaking her for an omega. If she could control herself and not entertain any improper thoughts about Qi Ning’an, maybe sharing a bed wouldn’t be so bad.

 

Still, Shen Yuanyi said, “The room has air conditioning—it’s not cold.”

 

“Air conditioning dries out my skin. I have an event tomorrow.” Qi Ning’an kept staring at her with those pitiful eyes, gradually wearing down her defenses.

 

Shen Yuanyi swallowed hard, averting her gaze. “Aren’t you afraid I might do something to you? I’m an alpha affected by pheromones, after all.” Her voice grew quieter toward the end. If she were an omega or beta, she could share a bed with Qi Ning’an without hesitation—both being women, pheromones wouldn’t be an issue.

 

“What exactly would you do to me?” Qi Ning’an’s eyes glinted mischievously as she took a step forward, her fingers lightly tugging at Shen Yuanyi’s collar, exposing her snow-white neck—tempting enough to lick.

 

Feeling a sudden chill on her neck, Shen Yuanyi snapped back to reality, startled by Qi Ning’an’s abrupt closeness.

 

Before she could catch the sly glimmer in the bunny’s eyes, she stumbled backward in panic, gasping for air and slapping her burning cheeks.

 

The culprit tilted her head innocently, hands clasped behind her back. “What’s wrong with you?”

 

Shen Yuanyi wasn’t sure herself—even if she explained, Qi Ning’an might not believe her. For a moment, her neck had felt like it was brushed by the cold, slithering touch of a snake, as if a forked tongue had flicked across her skin. That was why she’d recoiled in alarm.

 

She shook her head quickly. “It’s nothing.”

 

“Then let’s sleep together,” Shen Yuanyi said with a smile.

 

She wouldn’t do anything to Qi Ning’an, and Qi Ning’an wouldn’t do anything to her—so there was nothing to worry about.

 

They chatted for a while, then took turns showering before settling into bed. Shen Yuanyi chose the side by the window.

 

When Qi Ning’an emerged from the bathroom wrapped only in a white towel and entered the bedroom, she found Shen Yuanyi already lying down, deliberately facing away from the door to avoid looking at her.

 

Unconsciously, Qi Ning’an curled her lips into a faint smile. With a soft click, she turned off the bedroom light.

 

The sudden darkness startled Shen Yuanyi, who was hiding under the covers, before she realized Qi Ning’an had simply turned off the lights.

 

Qi Ning’an climbed onto the bed unhurriedly, slipping out of her bathrobe and pressing her bare body against Shen Yuanyi’s back, arms wrapping around her waist. “Shen Yuanyi, what birthday gift are you going to give me?”

 

Unaware that the person sharing her bed was completely naked, Shen Yuanyi squirmed uncomfortably at the embrace, trying to wriggle free while formulating a response. “If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise anymore.”

 

Qi Ning’an’s hand casually slipped beneath Shen Yuanyi’s pajamas. “True. I’m really looking forward to your surprise.”

 

She could clearly feel the tension in the puppy’s abdomen, and the more Shen Yuanyi reacted like this, the more excited her mind became. Her full, soft br3asts pressed firmly against Shen Yuanyi’s back.

 

“Qi… Ning’an…” Shen Yuanyi sensed something was off but didn’t dare dwell on it. Surely this was just an accident on Qi Ning’an’s part?

 

“What’s wrong?” The hand rested on her stomach, fingertips gently grazing her skin, sending a ticklish, strange sensation through her—something indescribable yet oddly intense.

 

Is it okay for someone to touch me here? Shaking her head quickly, she murmured, “It’s nothing.”

 

Pulling the blanket tighter, she realized sharing a bed was indeed warmer than sleeping alone. Heavy eyelids drooped as she resolved to quietly remove that hand from her stomach once Qi Ning’an fell asleep.

 

But gradually, her breathing steadied, and she drifted off without realizing when. In her dream, a woman with a blurred face undressed her, hands roaming her body, fingertips gliding over her skin like a pianist caressing keys.

 

Shen Yuanyi hazily opened her eyes. Under the pale moonlight, a naked woman sat astride her thighs—skin like snow, hair veiling most of her face.

 

This is a dream. It has to be. Shen Yuanyi’s breath hitched as she turned her face away.

 

The dream stretched on. Her body grew damp inch by inch, their ragged breaths syncing into one rhythm. “Not enough… it’s never enough. Satisfy me, puppy.”

 

Clenching her teeth, Shen Yuanyi arched her hips. All she wanted was sleep, but her head throbbed, her body chilled—probably feverish.

 

Afterward, Qi Ning’an lingered atop her for a minute before trailing a hand to her forehead. The scorching heat confirmed her suspicion. Weak-kneed, Qi Ning’an fetched a towel to wipe Shen Yuanyi’s damp body, her own pulse still wild, breaths uneven.

 

“Consider this an early birthday gift, puppy.” She couldn’t resist kissing Shen Yuanyi’s flushed cheek, secure in the knowledge that come morning, the other woman would remember nothing.

 

Shen Yuanyi’s memory fragmented easily—whether from alcohol, fever, or interrupted sleep. Rummaging through the closet, Qi Ning’an dressed herself, retrieved fever pills from the nightstand, and brought warm water. Gently, she roused the drowsing woman. “Shen Yuanyi, wake up. Take your medicine.”

 

A whimper escaped Shen Yuanyi as tears soaked the pillow—head pounding, limbs leaden with discomfort. With no other choice, Qi Ning’an propped her up and fed her the pills.

 

Dawn crept in.

 

Shen Yuanyi awoke gasping, clutching her chest. Another night of erotic dreams—legs sticky, the hazy recollection of Qi Ning’an waking her for medicine slipping like mist through her fingers.

 

Too frantic to dwell on it, she threw off the covers and bolted to the bathroom, oblivious to the light beneath the door. Swinging it open, she froze.

 

Qi Ning’an stood there, naked, halfway into her clothes. Their eyes locked—silence thick with awkwardness.

 

“Sorry.” Shen Yuanyi slammed the door shut first.

 

The dream’s imagery resurfaced. The woman… it had to have been Qi Ning’an. She’d fantasized about her.

 

Steam might as well have whistled from her ears. Her face burned. How could I defile such an innocent bunny with those thoughts?

 

The door reopened. Qi Ning’an studied her with calm eyes. “What’s wrong? Your face is all red this morning.”

 

“No, I’m fine.” Shen Yuanyi shook her head and waved her hands, even clearing her throat and straightening her posture to prove she was truly alright.

 

But the moment she saw Qi Ning’an’s face, she couldn’t help but recall the dream from last night—her straddling Qi Ning’an’s thighs, grinding against her skin with petals. The sensation had felt so real, yet how could it possibly be real?

 

Turning her head away, Shen Yuanyi deflated like a punctured balloon. “I’m going to take a shower.”

 

Qi Ning’an acted as if she hadn’t noticed Shen Yuanyi’s reactions at all, simply responding with an “Mm.” She was wearing Shen Yuanyi’s clothes, the loose collar slipping to reveal a delicate shoulder.

 

Catching a glimpse of it from the corner of her eye, Shen Yuanyi felt her heart clench as if gripped by an invisible hand, her breathing growing slightly ragged.

 

She hurriedly rushed into the bathroom and shut the door behind her, slapping herself lightly on the cheek. “Get a grip! It was just a dream about… Qi Ning’an…”

 

By the end of her sentence, she had already crouched down, hugging her head as she burst into tears. How could she have such inappropriate thoughts about an innocent little rabbit?

 

Determined to cool herself down, she considered taking a cold shower. But the moment her fingers touched the icy water, her entire body shuddered in protest. Defeated, she gave up and obediently turned on the warm water, letting it wash away the lingering stickiness on her skin.

 

When she stepped out, Qi Ning’an had already prepared breakfast, wearing a pink cat-paw apron tied around her waist. She smiled warmly. “Come here, or it’ll get cold soon.”

 

A bowl of noodles with egg and greens, accompanied by a steaming cup of milk. Shen Yuanyi felt both touched and a little embarrassed—these were things she, as the host, should have prepared for her guest.

 

“Thank you,” Shen Yuanyi murmured as she sat down.

 

Qi Ning’an clasped her hands together in front of her waist, smiling gently. “You’re welcome.”

 

Gazing at that face, Shen Yuanyi’s heart skipped a beat. That feeling surged again, the dream from last night replaying vividly in her mind. She quickly lowered her head, nearly burying her face in the bowl.

 

Across from her, Qi Ning’an maintained her smile, her eyes never once leaving Shen Yuanyi—watching her fluster, her helplessness. She couldn’t help but reminisce about last night, licking her lips. Ah~ she wanted to do it again, to let the little puppy sink even deeper into her.

 

Both of them were drowning in filthy thoughts early in the morning.

 

Before long, Qi Ning’an excused herself from the table and headed to the bathroom, picking up the clothes Shen Yuanyi had just changed out of. She had come to toss them into the washing machine, but she couldn’t resist bringing them closer to inhale their scent.

 

Glancing back to confirm that Shen Yuanyi was still eating, she relaxed and pressed the fabric to her face, rubbing it against her cheek. She wanted so badly to take it home with her. Her cheeks flushed, her eyes shimmering with pink hearts.

 

Shen Yuanyi changed clothes once a day, so the garments only carried the faint, creamy fragrance from the scent glands at the nape of her neck—subtle enough that one wouldn’t notice unless they paid close attention.

 

Would it be too much to steal just one piece? With a whole basket of laundry, surely one missing item wouldn’t be noticed. Qi Ning’an peeked at Shen Yuanyi again—good, she was still eating.

 

Unable to suppress her grin, she picked out a thin undershirt, rolled it up, and tucked it into her bag on the sofa. Shen Yuanyi, still absorbed in her noodles, remained oblivious.

 

Qi Ning’an returned to the bathroom, dumped the rest of the clothes into the washing machine, and pressed start. Then, she grabbed the vacuum cleaner to tidy up the floor.

 

Shen Yuanyi heard the commotion but was eating noodles too slowly. By the time he hurriedly finished, Qi Ning’an had already taken care of everything. He felt terribly embarrassed having a guest help with household chores.

 

“Thank you,” he murmured.

 

Qi Ning’an picked up her bag and reminded him, “I’ve put your clothes in the washing machine. Remember to hang them out to dry.”

 

“Mm-hmm.” Shen Yuanyi nodded, his cheeks flushing red. “I’m so sorry you had to do all this.”

 

“Alright, I’m off now. Look forward to your birthday surprise.” Qi Ning’an waved goodbye with a smile.

 

Upon returning to her villa, Qi Ning’an immediately went to her room and pulled out the clothes she’d brought back from her bag. She threw herself onto the bed, burying her face in the fabric and inhaling deeply while whispering “Shen Yuanyi, Shen Yuanyi…” over and over.

 

After reaching climax with a long sigh, she glanced at the calendar on the wall—her heat cycle was approaching soon. How wonderful it would be to have Shen Yuanyi by her side then.

 

Still, having his clothes was already satisfying enough.

 

Smiling at the garment, she nuzzled it against her cheek before yawning and falling asleep.

 

Two days later, while searching through his closet, Shen Yuanyi scratched his head in confusion. Where had that undershirt gone? It seemed to have disappeared.

 

“How strange,” he muttered, standing up. But it was just an undershirt—maybe it had blown away after being hung on the balcony. Without giving it further thought, he picked out another outfit.

 

——

 

On Qi Ning’an’s birthday, the internet erupted with excitement. At midnight sharp, directors and actors began posting birthday wishes on Weibo, while fans rented advertising screens in subway stations, office buildings, and public squares to display celebratory videos.

 

The official account released a nine-photo grid of Qi Ning’an’s portrait collection. The long-absent silver screen queen made a stunning return, crashing Weibo’s servers in the early hours and sending technicians scrambling to fix it.

 

By daybreak, the annual trending hashtag #WhenWillQiNing’anFindSomeoneAndMarry appeared.

 

Most celebrities in their thirties were already married with children, and those who weren’t were actively seeking partners. Yet Qi Ning’an remained as carefree as a capybara, showing no concern. When reporters asked about her relationship status or plans, she’d vaguely reply that it would happen when fate decreed.

 

Her lack of urgency frustrated fans, who had already scoured the entertainment industry for the most outstanding alphas on her behalf.

 

Young actress He Hongyun @QiNing’an—would you like her, sis? She’d be perfect! You could study acting together, and she’s quite attractive too.

 

@QiNing’an, what about Zhou Huan? He’s an exceptional young director—you two would make an unbeatable power couple.

 

…

 

Fans of various celebrities flooded the comments, enthusiastically promoting their favorites: Check out my pick—definitely a great alpha!

 

Qi Ning’an’s fans investigated one recommended candidate who showed no boundaries with omegas, practically trying to kiss them during photo ops. Their disdain was palpable: Don’t recommend trashy alphas like this.

 

The heiress commented: What about this one? Honest opinions welcome—no fragile egos here.

 

Shen Yuanyi posted a photo, and it was the ugliest candid shot. The haters, posing as fans, described Shen Yuanyi’s every detail more clearly than actual fans would. “My baby is not only hopeless but also likes to turn major IPs into terrible dramas. Of course, that’s not her fault. Hmm… it’s uncontrollable; who told my baby to have such a strong backing? Teacher Qi won’t have to worry about not getting roles after following my baby.”

 

Some people actually searched for Shen Yuanyi’s Weibo and discovered that the major IP dramas they had been watching indeed featured Shen Yuanyi. Anger surged, and they prepared to go back and scold the person for posting such trash alpha. However, during the last live stream, there was a clip of Shen Yuanyi singing. Hmm… it was clear that her talent was used elsewhere; if acting doesn’t suit her, she should stop forcing it and become a singer instead.

 

Fans of Qi Ning’an returned with their comments: “Acting isn’t her strong suit, but singing is good. As for looks, she can score a nine, but let’s keep it real.”

 

The rich family’s only daughter: !???

 

“Did you get it wrong?”

 

Fans of Qi Ning’an: “Nope, your baby sings really well! Just right, my sister always sings off-key, so they can improve and learn from each other.”

 

Upon seeing such comments, the rich family’s only daughter nearly dropped her phone, pounding her chest in frustration. She couldn’t understand how someone with no business skills and no looks could have fans.

 

Out of nowhere, Shen Yuanyi inexplicably became a member of Qi Ning’an’s potential partner group, ranking last. This list is something many star-chasing girls follow every year, with each name shining brightly, satisfying everyone’s preferences: puppy types, wolf types, mature sisters, and abstinent types…

 

Her fanbase surged, and some even asked on her Weibo when she would live stream singing again or release an album.

 

Shen Yuanyi was uncertain, “Could this be the early marketing Qi Ning’an mentioned?”

 

As if receiving a telepathic message from Qi Ning’an, she quickly seized the opportunity and replied to comments on Weibo, “I’ll live stream singing whenever I have time, hehe. I’ll release my album by the end of November at the latest. Hope everyone supports me~”

 

The comments section was harmonious, “Yay, being a singer is great! Let’s forget about acting.”

 

Feeling it wasn’t enough, she thought Qi Ning’an would let her release some song snippets for better marketing.

 

Immediately, she edited six snippets from her album and posted them, receiving the anticipated positive feedback and even trending at the tail end of hot searches with #ShenYuanyiAlbumSnippets#.

 

Seeing this, Shen Yuanyi sat on her sofa at home, grinning from ear to ear. “Qi Ning’an is something else; she should just enjoy her birthday, yet she turned such an important day into a promotional event.”

 

She felt inexplicably touched. If she became famous in the future, she would be willing to give half of her earnings to Qi Ning’an, repaying her not with flesh but with money.

 

That night was Qi Ning’an’s birthday party. Shen Yuanyi brought the prepared birthday gift and hurried to the banquet. Spotting Qi Ning’an surrounded by a crowd, she quietly moved to a corner to wait.

 

Just then, she ran into Yan Yue, who had just come out of the restroom and accidentally stepped on her long skirt, almost falling.

 

Fortunately, Shen Yuanyi was quick-witted and caught her by the waist with one hand.

 

“Be careful, Teacher Yan. Long time no see. Has your cold gotten better?” Shen Yuanyi released her supporting hand.

 

Yan Yue snapped out of her daze, pressed her lips together, and felt a slight tightness in her throat. The moment she saw Shen Yuanyi, she almost burst into tears.

 

Turning her head away, she nodded indifferently and replied, “It’s fine.”

 

Shen Yuanyi had only asked out of politeness. “Good to hear. Next time, don’t run off like that—Teacher Zhou would worry.”

 

“What do you think my relationship with Zhou Huan is?” Yan Yue lowered her head, clenching her fingers as she suddenly asked.

 

“Huh?” Without thinking, Shen Yuanyi blurted, “Aren’t you two dating?”

 

“Shen Yuanyi, what if I told you… I—” The wind on the balcony rustled her hair, but Shen Yuanyi still heard those words clearly. “—like you?”

 

Yan Yue whispered into her ear, “Don’t answer yet. I’ll show you Qi Ning’an’s true colors, and then… let’s escape together.”

 

Speaking this close to her ear would prevent anyone from eavesdropping.

 

Pretending it was just a passing encounter, Yan Yue walked past Shen Yuanyi and left.

 

She was gone, leaving Shen Yuanyi utterly bewildered. What did those words even mean? Did Qi Ning’an have another side? And what did the female lead just say?

 

I like you.

 

!!!!

 

How could the female lead fall for a cannon fodder like her? Was she trying to get herself killed? If the main female lead found out, her life would be over in seconds.

 

The thought of being hunted down by a yandere protagonist sent a violent shiver down Shen Yuanyi’s spine, her skin prickling with goosebumps. She rubbed her arms anxiously.

 

But then—the gift in her pocket was swept away by the wind. Before she could react, three sheets of paper had already been carried outside.

 

The present she had prepared for Qi Ning’an…

 

Her heart sank. Rushing to the balcony, she stretched out her hand, but it was out of reach—the papers only flew farther away, their vibrant colors blending into the snowy night.

 

Just then, Qi Ning’an approached, her voice gentle. “Shen Yuanyi, standing here in the wind will make you cold. Come rest in my room. By the way… did you meet anyone just now?”

 

Shen Yuanyi tensed up, shaking her head defensively. “No, I’m not cold at all. I need to go out for a bit.”

 

Qi Ning’an’s smile remained, but darkness swirled beneath. Her teeth gritted audibly, fingers digging into her palms.

 

That woman must have said something to Shen Yuanyi. No wonder her little puppy was suddenly so wary of her.