Second Day of Pretending to Be an Alpha

Chu Mo never expected that Xie Songchen would actually agree to be his secretary.

Didn’t he know this was a position that revolved entirely around the president, with the president as the absolute center?

Could an Alpha as proud as him really stomach taking on this kind of job?

After getting over the shock, Chu Mo was quiet for a while before finally asking, “Do you even know what a president’s secretary has to do every day?”

Xie Songchen frowned slightly and answered as if it were obvious. “Isn’t it written in the contract?”

Chu Mo stared hard at Xie Songchen’s face, trying to read something—anything—from his expression, but it was completely useless.

Xie Songchen looked like he was facing the most normal, everyday job transfer. There wasn’t a single reaction that looked like he’d been humiliated.

Then suddenly, Chu Mo had a lightbulb moment.

Even if it meant swallowing his pride and bearing the humiliation of being a secretary, Xie Songchen was absolutely determined to stay at Shengmo.

After all, this was a position right next to Chu Mo. And since Chu Yun often came to visit his older brother at work, leaving aside the degrading nature of this role for an Alpha, it was basically the perfect opportunity for Xie Songchen.

He’s really… I could cry.

Chu Mo let out a cold laugh and said, “Didn’t think you’d go this far for Chu Yun…”

Xie Songchen, totally unaware of the dramatic plotline Chu Mo had just made up in his head, gave him a slightly confused look.

In the original novel, after Xie Songchen rejected Chu Mo’s offer to transfer jobs, Chu Mo gave him all kinds of trouble.

But the more obstacles he faced, the stronger he became. With his own strength, Xie Songchen managed to close multiple big deals and became a key figure in several projects. That made it impossible for Chu Mo to just fire him, and within three months, he’d turned into a major player within the company.

But if Xie Songchen really took the secretary role…

How was he supposed to become a big shot?

Yet the agreement was already in his hands.

Chu Mo was now stressed about what excuse he could use to take it back.

“Being my secretary isn’t that easy,” Chu Mo narrowed his eyes and threatened coldly, “If you don’t do a good job, I’ll kick you out any time. Got it?”

Xie Songchen didn’t flinch at all. His tone was calm. “Isn’t that exactly what you want?”

Chu Mo: “……”

The next second, Xie Songchen placed the agreement on the table, bent down, and casually picked up the pen from Chu Mo’s desk. His movements were smooth and natural as he signed his name.

The three characters for “Xie Songchen” were written in bold strokes, taking up nearly half the page—like a blatant challenge.

Chu Mo was stunned.

Expressionless, Xie Songchen handed the agreement back to him, totally self-assured. 

“There. Signed.”

The challenge in that gesture was even more obvious now.

Chu Mo took a deep breath but didn’t take the document.

As someone who’d transmigrated into a novel, you had to expect occasional “plot surprises”—just like when he’d suddenly differentiated into an Omega out of nowhere.

Even if things went off-script, he still had to find a way to complete the storyline.

“Fine,” Chu Mo got into character, his smile fake and forced, voice dripping with threat. “Looks like you really don’t want to stay at Shengmo anymore.”

Xie Songchen didn’t take his threat seriously at all. Calmly, he said, “You’re not gonna go back on your word, are you?”

He stared at Chu Mo, his face relaxed and steady, totally shutting Chu Mo down.

Chu Mo clenched his back molars and, extremely unwillingly, signed and stamped the agreement.

He knew the male lead was supposed to be a cool, arrogant, and badass Alpha, but he hadn’t expected him to be this arrogant!

Watching Xie Songchen’s retreating figure, Chu Mo sneered silently to himself—

Yeah, go ahead and be arrogant. Let’s see how long that lasts once the real drama begins. I wanna see if you can still act tough then.

Xie Songchen walked out of the office and casually folded the two copies of the agreement, shoving them into his pocket.

Back at his department, he pulled his hoodie’s hood over his head and sat down at the corner desk with a blank face.

His coworkers, seeing that icy expression, all assumed he must’ve gotten fired.

Everyone sent him various looks—sympathetic, curious, even a bit gleeful.

Xie Songchen ignored all of them.

Behind the computer monitor, he silently pulled out the folded agreement and slowly unfolded it.

His eyes stared at the part with Chu Mo’s signature for a long while.

The next second, he reached out his hand.

And under the desk, he secretly and swiftly pinched his own thigh.

The jolt of pain made Xie Songchen sit up straight, his eyes widening just a little.

“What’s wrong?” a coworker nearby asked cautiously.

Xie Songchen calmly put the agreement away. He glanced sideways at them and coolly said two words.

“I’m happy.”

Coworker: ????

Happy? After getting fired??

Bro, no offense, but you really don’t look happy at all?!?

Evening.

Inside Chu Mo’s standalone villa in the city center.

The cooking auntie had prepared a hearty dinner for Chu Mo and Chu Yun. Chu Yun had just finished playing basketball at school. He went upstairs to shower, casually rubbed his wet hair dry, then came down for dinner.

Though an Omega, Chu Yun was about the same height as Chu Mo. Even wearing a loose T-shirt, you could still vaguely see the outline of his muscles.

Chu Yun was sunny, cheerful, and loved sports. He was tall, fair-skinned, and well-built. If he didn’t say anything, most people would probably mistake him for a good-looking Alpha.

In the novel’s setting, Chu Yun’s charm went beyond ABO gender—he basically captivated everyone.

Chu Yun had three Alpha older brothers who all spoiled him rotten, but the one he was closest to was Chu Mo.

Usually, Chu Yun spent the most time with Chu Mo. Their parents and the other two brothers were all abroad—only Chu Mo had stayed behind to look after him.

“Ge, I heard your company’s developing a super cool 3A game,” Chu Yun said as soon as he sat down, eyes lighting up with excitement. “Can I get an internal account?”

“All you ever want are accounts,” Chu Mo looked annoyed on the surface but was clearly doting, lips curling up slightly. “Relax, when have you not gotten first dibs on our new games?”

Chu Yun grinned happily at that. “Thanks, Ge, you’re the best.”

Usually, Chu Yun was bold and unrestrained, with a kind of pride rarely seen in Omegas. Only in front of Chu Mo would he say things like this, kind of coquettish and clingy.

“Right, Xiao Yun, about the compatibility thing…” Chu Mo suddenly changed the subject.

Chu Yun froze with his chopsticks mid-air, frowning. He was really resistant to the idea of matching with a stranger.

“I’ve checked out those few Alphas. None of them are good,” Chu Mo said calmly. “We’ll wait for the database to update, then I’ll take you for a second match.”

Chu Yun was even more against the compatibility tests than he was in the original novel. He frowned deeper, his tone awkward. 

“Ge, do I really have to find a Alpha match?”

Well yeah, otherwise how would the plot move forward? Chu Mo thought to himself.

“Honestly, I don’t think compatibility scores mean much,” Chu Mo said seriously, “What matters more to me is whether the other person can make you happy.”

Chu Yun looked at Chu Mo, like he wanted to say something but hesitated.

After a moment, Chu Yun finally said, “I know all those Alphas with 100% compatibility. They really suck.”

Chu Mo was a bit surprised. He hadn’t expected Chu Yun to say that and couldn’t help asking, “You… uh, you think so too?”

“Ge, compared to you, every Alpha I’ve met feels lame,” Chu Yun said casually while picking up food.

Chu Mo tried to test the waters. “Even Xie Songchen?”

“Yeah, Xie Songchen’s just a pretty face,” Chu Yun scrunched his nose, clearly not impressed by his former deskmate. “Besides, didn’t you say before that he looked weaker than an Omega?”

Chu Mo paused, “When did I say that?”

“In high school, duh. Back then, neither of us had differentiated yet,” Chu Yun blinked at him. “You came to our parent-teacher meeting. Xie Songchen’s parents didn’t show, so he sat next to you. He passed out from low blood sugar, and you carried him to the infirmary.”

Chu Mo tried to remember—there was something like that, but it was way before the story officially started. He hadn’t really paid attention to who Chu Yun’s deskmate was and just thought of it as a random good deed.

If Chu Yun hadn’t brought it up, he wouldn’t have remembered at all.

“But he’s differentiated into an Alpha now,” Chu Mo looked at Chu Yun and asked carefully, “You’re not… into him or anything, right?” His eyes were full of caution.

“Nope,” Chu Yun answered without thinking. “Even if I never date an Alpha in my life, that’s fine, Ge.”

Cough cough cough— Chu Mo nearly choked, downing several gulps of water. “Xiao Yun, I mean, I don’t like those Alphas either, but you can’t just go around saying you’ll stay single forever…”

He almost blurted out, Wake up, you’re literally everyone’s dream guy.

“Ge, do you want me to be happy?” Chu Yun looked straight at Chu Mo, suddenly super serious.

He said it with so much weight that Chu Mo was caught off guard for a second.

“Of course,” Chu Mo answered.

“Then don’t make me match with some Alpha,” Chu Yun said.

After that, he buried his head in his food.

Chu Mo sighed inwardly. He didn’t expect Chu Yun to be this disappointed in those Alphas. Looks like he’d have to work harder to push them along and help them grow.

⸻

The next day.

Everyone at Shengmo Group was shocked—Xie Songchen didn’t get fired, and instead got transferred to the secretary position.

But it didn’t take long for people to understand Chu Mo’s intentions—he obviously wanted a valid reason to pressure Xie Songchen into quitting on his own.

After all, secretary duties revolve completely around Chu Mo. If Chu Mo wanted to find fault with him, that’d be way too easy.

Xie Songchen arrived at the secretary department with his laptop and office supplies. Before he could even warm up his seat, Chu Mo had Li Shuo hit him with a harsh welcome.

“These, these, and these,” Li Shuo tossed stack after stack of documents on Xie Songchen’s desk with a cold face, “All these files and reports need to be digitized and sent to President Chu before lunch.”

For an intern who got transferred mid-way, that was way beyond the normal workload.

But everyone knew why. Colleagues just stayed silent at their desks. The whole secretary office was so quiet you could hear the clock ticking on the wall.

Xie Songchen didn’t say a word. He took the documents without any complaints.

“Oh right, you also need to prepare a coffee for President Chu,” Li Shuo glanced at the clock, still expressionless. “Make sure it’s delivered before the next meeting starts.”

Xie Songchen looked up at him. “The kind he likes?”

“What kind of dumb question is that?” Li Shuo scoffed and mocked him. “You gonna buy the one you like instead of his? Didn’t I send the instructions to your email last night? Did you even read them?”

Some people around were holding back laughter, but deep down, they were also feeling kinda sorry for Xie Songchen—President Chu’s favorite coffee wasn’t exactly easy to get.

Despite being roasted in front of everyone, Xie Songchen didn’t explode. He just quietly got up and went to buy the coffee.

Li Shuo watched him leave and thought to himself, Even if Xie Songchen was great in the business department, there’s no way he’d make a good secretary.

Chu Mo stood behind the one-way glass window of his office, looking very pleased.

If he kept humiliating Xie Songchen like this, the guy would definitely quit soon—and maybe even start resenting Chu Mo and try to take revenge…

Just another day of trying to force the plot back on track.

Time was running out for Xie Songchen.

Three minutes before the meeting started, Xie Songchen still hadn’t shown up.

This gig was clearly proving difficult for the story’s leading Alpha to handle.

Chu Mo even started to suspect that the reason Xie Songchen hadn’t come back yet was because he was out there intentionally picking the worst coffee possible to get back at him.

But just as the meeting was about to begin, Xie Songchen finally strolled in, calm and composed, with the coffee in hand.

A secretary badge from the department hung around his neck. He wore a sharp black suit jacket over a crisp white shirt. Tall, strikingly good-looking—he drew the attention of several higher-ups the second he walked in.

“Is that the new secretary? Not bad-looking at all.”

“Wait, isn’t he an Alpha? Why would President Chu make an Alpha his secretary?”

“Hold on… isn’t that Xie Songchen…?”

Whispers rippled through the room—curiosity, surprise, and a fair share of admiration.

Xie Songchen acted like he didn’t hear a thing. He walked straight up to the table, placed the coffee down, and spat out two words at Chu Mo.

“Your coffee.”

His tone was lazy, completely lacking the respectful attitude you’d expect from a secretary. The entire room froze, worried President Chu might blow up at any second.

Chu Mo took the coffee with a frown, but then paused—

It was his favorite matcha latte, sweet and creamy, the one he secretly adored.

His eyes filled with surprise. To maintain his overbearing CEO image from the novel, he only drank the bitterest espresso during work. So how the hell did Xie Songchen know he actually liked sweet matcha lattes?

No, impossible.

There’s no way Xie Songchen could’ve known that.

Chu Mo quickly convinced himself—it must’ve just been some petty rebellious move. Dumb luck. The guy probably picked this on purpose to tick him off.

Now was the perfect chance for Chu Mo to slam the cup to the ground, throw a dramatic tantrum, and stay in character.

But after being tortured every day by bitter espresso, Chu Mo looked at that matcha latte in front of him… and just couldn’t bear to waste it.

So he took a big sip, scowling as he acted displeased. “Why is it so sweet?”

Xie Songchen glanced at the coffee in Chu Mo’s hand, frowned slightly, and looked like he couldn’t be bothered with the nitpicking. “Secretary Li told me to get what you liked.”

“Didn’t Li Shuo give you the memo?” Chu Mo snapped, raising his voice. “You should’ve done your homework and known what I like to drink.”

As he spoke, he couldn’t help but take another sip. It was just too good.

After a beat of silence, Xie Songchen replied with zero remorse.

“I thought you’d like it.”

The room went dead silent.

Everyone was stunned. No one expected this Alpha to talk back to President Chu like that.

Chu Mo realized that if he didn’t explode soon, his character setting would fall apart.

So he slammed the coffee cup onto the table with a loud—

“PA!”

Just as he was about to tear into Xie Songchen, the unexpected happened.

He’d slammed it too hard, and the coffee splashed out, landing right on his light-colored suit jacket.

Chu Mo: “……”

He did not expect the quality of the cup to be this trash.

Xie Songchen froze for a second, and in that moment, it was like he finally remembered he was a secretary. He quickly pulled out a handkerchief and bent down to wipe the stain.

Chu Mo’s face darkened. He stared at Xie Songchen’s hands, his jaw clenched tight.

Everyone could see how pissed Chu Mo was. The atmosphere in the meeting room dropped to freezing point.

And since everyone knew how much President Chu hated Xie Songchen, no one dared step in.

Chu Mo hadn’t expected Xie Songchen to suddenly get so close. As someone who usually acted like an O, Chu Mo never let Alphas into his personal space.

In the novel, Xie Songchen was a top-tier Alpha with powerful pheromones. As his hand brushed against the fabric, Chu Mo’s body reacted instinctively—hair standing on end.

It was an Alpha’s natural dominance over an Omega. Something hardwired in their genes.

Chu Mo was supposed to be the Alpha of all Alphas, someone who could completely suppress Xie Songchen. But in this moment, he held his breath and didn’t even dare move.

Snapping back to his senses, Chu Mo forced himself to stay calm.

He crossed his legs and leaned back slightly, pulling away from Xie Songchen to create some distance. Coldly, he said, “Stop wiping.”

Once he’d put space between them again, Chu Mo secretly let out a sigh of relief—then immediately shot Xie Songchen a wary look.

This wasn’t going to work. He had to get this guy out of the secretary department fast.

At that moment, Li Shuo rushed over and said, “President Chu, there’s a spare change of clothes in the dressing room…”

Chu Mo raised a hand to cut him off.

Li Shuo froze.

“My suits are all custom-made,” Chu Mo said coolly, even with coffee stains on his clothes, his aura was still regal and untouchable. “I need a professional to help me change.”

Then he looked up, met Xie Songchen’s eyes, and curled his lips into a deliberately nasty smirk.

“What, should we have Xie Songchen help me change?”

He emphasized the word “help” with such biting sarcasm that the room dropped into complete silence.

Even Li Shuo, who knew exactly what Chu Mo was doing, had his mouth wide open, like he could swallow an egg whole.

Everyone knew President Chu had a bad temper, but no one thought he’d go this far to mess with an intern.

People started looking at Xie Songchen with a hint of pity.

Xie Songchen froze. He looked at Chu Mo with a touch of disbelief in his eyes.

Chu Mo’s smirk deepened, clearly pleased with himself.

No way. After being humiliated like this, there’s no way Xie Songchen could still stay in the secretary department.

“How unfortunate. Xiao Xie doesn’t seem willing,” Chu Mo said, spreading his hands in a faux helpless gesture, the grin on his lips impossible to hide. “A secretary who can’t even do basic secretary duties—go do your homework and come back later.”

With that, Chu Mo stood up, casually took off his soiled jacket, and handed it to the side. “Li Shuo, come help me change.”

The room went even quieter than before.

But Li Shuo didn’t respond.

Chu Mo turned around, confused—and froze.

A tall figure stood between him and Li Shuo, reaching out to naturally take the stained jacket from his hand.

Chu Mo instinctively stepped back, keeping a cautious distance from Xie Songchen. He frowned. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Xie Songchen looked at Chu Mo’s retreating move, raised his eyes slightly, and replied seriously.

“Doing my homework.”

He said it so casually, but every single word landed like a direct blow.

Chu Mo stood there, stunned and totally speechless—

No way.

Is Xie Songchen really willing to swallow his pride and suffer through all this… just for Chu Yun?

He really is… I’m gonna cry to death!