After an Alluring Alpha Provokes an Unhinged Omega 22p2

Chapter 22: Get in the Car p2

The overhead light of the elevator refracted into a shattered halo on Yan Wei’s diamond earrings. The moment Jiang Mi stepped into the elevator car, the metal doors closed behind her, cutting off the sound of car wheels in the basement, the cold wind, and all the noise into a vacuum.

The floor numbers began to change.

Jiang Mi stared at the overlapping reflections in the mirror, her gaze moving down from Yan Wei’s shawl, past her impeccable waistline.

The scene from the evening’s filming came to her mind. Everyone had thought that the work had gone quickly because the makeup artist was fast. It was only after filming that they realized that the bruise on Yan Wei’s lower back was so severe that it didn’t need any makeup.

If it weren’t for Jiang Qu’s last-minute request for this scene, probably no one would have known how badly Yan Wei’s lower back was injured.

“You’ve been drinking?”

The sudden question startled Jiang Mi. She guiltily averted her gaze and nodded. “Mmm, a little.”

Yan Wei: “A little?”

The smell of alcohol in the air almost overwhelmed Jiang Mi’s pheromone scent.

Jiang Mi discreetly sniffed the air. What she smelled more was actually Yan Wei’s scent, but this was a secret only she knew. She only said, “Teacher Shen and the others drank more.”

Yan Wei glanced at her upon hearing this.

Jiang Mi couldn’t read the emotion in her eyes. She was stunned, but didn’t know what to say. She was afraid that if she took the initiative to continue the conversation, Yan Wei would think she didn’t understand what she had said in the afternoon.

The elevator numbers changed simultaneously.

16.

17.

18.

Jiang Mi approached the elevator door. Before the 19th-floor button went out, she turned and handed the plastic bag in her hand to Yan Wei. “The pharmacy said this is very effective, but you have to wait two days to use it.”

The elevator doors opened.

Yan Wei’s gaze moved up from her fingers, finally settling on Jiang Mi’s face. She reached out, but instead of taking the ointment, the moment the elevator doors opened, she pressed the close button.

Jiang Mi: “…?”

What does she mean?

The distance between them shortened to one step. Jiang Mi’s temples throbbed. The heat of the alcohol went straight to her chest and was still spreading upwards. Of course, she didn’t know that her face was flushed with the blush that only appears on a drunk person.

Until she heard Yan Wei say, “Mo Xi brought you something.”

So that’s it. Jiang Mi nodded in realization. She suspected that the stimulation just now had made her blood pressure rise quite a bit, so her head was a little dizzy now.

But it was fine.

She thought it was fine—at least her mind was clear.

At this time, close to one in the morning, the electronic lock made a crisp sound.

Jiang Mi followed Yan Wei into the room.

The windows were not open, and the air tonight was much stuffier. Jiang Mi took a few deep breaths, placed the ointment on the glass console table by the door, and then stood still.

“I’ll just wait here.”

She, Jiang Mi, was a person who knew when to advance and when to retreat.

Yan Wei didn’t say anything. She took off her coat and hung it on the rack, then walked to the tea station and casually dropped a whole dried rose into a glass. Then, the tea station made a hissing sound of steam.

She asked, “When did you buy the medicine?”

Jiang Mi’s scalp felt as if it were being pulled, tightening in waves. Her eyelids were heavy and sore, but she still answered Yan Wei very clearly, “On the way back, when I passed by the pharmacy.”

Yan Wei stared at the tea station. “You still remembered when you were that drunk?”

Jiang Mi couldn’t understand the current situation. She had clearly said those things to her in the afternoon. Didn’t she not want to see her? What did she mean now? Her head was buzzing, as if boiling water was in her brain.

She said, “I remembered.”

“Why?” Yan Wei asked again.

Jiang Mi caught sight of the script on the coffee table and, as if she hadn’t heard Yan Wei’s question, asked in return, “Teacher Yan, is the rose scent on you to help you get into character?”

Yan Wei paused. “Mmm.”

So that’s it. Yan Wei would also let herself become Qin Shui at certain moments. Then it should be reasonable for her to occasionally detach from reality.

Jiang Mi asked, “Then how do you manage to get into character so quickly and then get out of it just as fast?”

To be fully immersed to the point of mistaking acting for reality, and then to perfectly detach without a trace of emotion. Was this talent, or could it be achieved through hard work?

Yan Wei told her, “With time, you’ll be able to do it too.”

“Is that so?” Jiang Mi nodded, half-understanding. She wasn’t sure if she could learn, if she could one day become like Yan Wei. Jiang Mi: “There’s one more thing I don’t understand.”

Yan Wei looked up and met Jiang Mi’s eyes, which seemed to be lost in a fog, yet were incredibly bright.

The pressure in the space was silent for a few seconds.

The phrase “You don’t have to bring me anything anymore. I don’t need anything” replayed in Jiang Mi’s mind several times. For the first time, there was no smile in her eyes, completely different from the usual Jiang Mi.

“Didn’t you not want to see me?” she said. “If you don’t want to see me, couldn’t you have had Qiuiu give me this?”

Perhaps Jiang Mi herself didn’t realize that this time, she hadn’t added the usual honorific.

Normally, when she was sober, she would never ask such an impolite question.

But as luck would have it, she had had that sip of wine.

“Click—”

The kettle suddenly stopped.

Then boiling water was poured into the cup. The petals convulsed and unfurled in the boiling water, looking as if they had been revived by the water. The faint scent of the flower tea quickly spread throughout the room.

Yan Wei slowly lowered her eyes. Her vision was blurred by the steam. She watched the vibrant colors rise and fall in the cup.

She suddenly didn’t understand what she was doing.

Her consciousness, her body, everything. In her eyes, it was all unfamiliar. She realized that she was always unable to perfectly control her emotions when facing Jiang Mi. From the very first meeting, she had felt resistance and disgust towards Jiang Mi. This emotion stemmed from her loss of control, the loss of control of repeatedly allowing Jiang Mi to approach, the loss of control of being unable to suppress the surge of pheromones with each approach, the loss of control of seeing her underwear in a mess after getting out of character…

The loss of control of starting to want to hold this person in her hands—

The calm, almost perfect persona she wore was on the verge of being torn apart by this Alpha several times.

The restless emotions were like rose petals scalded by boiling water, churning up from the bottom, crazily.

She allowed Jiang Mi to bring her pleasure, but she would not allow this person to bring her trouble.

After a long moment.

Yan Wei said, “I forgot.”

Jiang Mi’s back was against the door. It was very cold.

She watched Yan Wei walk towards her. The bottom of the cup hit the console table by the entrance, the crisp sound breaking the silence. Yan Wei placed the cup on the table and then put a well-wrapped scroll on it. Her voice was wrapped in the rich fragrance of roses, but there was no longer any emotion in it.

“This is from Mo Xi.”

Jiang Mi’s gaze fell on the glass. Listening to Yan Wei’s words, a very strange rebellion took hold of her.

She had always been obedient to Yan Wei, both in and out of character—if Yan Wei told her to go, she would go. If she told her not to get close, she would try her best not to, except for filming. She hadn’t even taken the initiative to contact Mo Yun and Mo Xi for a while.

But if Yan Wei was in a slightly better mood, she could appear here again, instead of the “don’t come again in the future” from the afternoon.

However, after just a couple of sentences, she even had a premonition that she could soon scrape away the ice and see the true colors inside. But the next second, it had returned to that same indifference.

Every time she thought the distance between her and Yan Wei was shortening, Yan Wei would tell her—it was all her imagination.

The choice and the right to decide were always with Yan Wei.

Although it had always been like this…

Jiang Mi’s mind was a mess. She couldn’t figure it out. She really couldn’t figure it out.

If it had always been like this, what was she so bothered about?

She didn’t know what had gone wrong. Yan Wei had been like this before, Yan Wei hadn’t changed. She had analyzed it so well. No matter what Yan Wei’s attitude was, it was very normal. She should understand, and as a junior and a fellow cast member, she had to respect and accept it. What was there for her to be bothered about, to be sad about?

—”Your feelings, your emotions, your thoughts might not be purely for a certain person, but have a lot to do with the roles you’re playing. To put it bluntly, they might not be completely real.”

Was it really because she was being assimilated by the role?

She stared at the flower tea in silence, dizzy, dazed, yet clear-headed.

She wanted to try.

Try what? She didn’t think too much about it and had already blurted it out.

“Teacher Yan.”

Yan Wei had been watching her.

Jiang Mi’s fingertips dug into her palm. The bound obedience was rioting in her veins. The alcohol had given birth to an unfamiliar recklessness.

“Director Jiang said today that we will soon be reshooting the previous kissing scene.”

“I heard.”

“I don’t have much confidence that I can act it well.”

She lifted her eyes, reddened by the alcohol, and saw the flickering cold light in Yan Wei’s pupils. “Could I trouble you to run a scene with me?”

Yan Wei narrowed her eyes, her fingers on the table moving slightly. “After drinking, your courage increases a lot, doesn’t it?”

Hearing this, the corners of Jiang Mi’s lips lifted. “Do you hate it?”

Will Yan Wei say she hates it? Or that she wouldn’t say she hates it? she wondered.

Yan Wei looked at that beautiful face. What an interesting picture. The Alpha tilted her head slightly, asking her with those extremely rosy lips if she hated it.

Jiang Mi was a siren. She had known this from the first moment she saw Jiang Mi’s face and smelled the milky pheromones on her.

But most of the time, Jiang Mi was ignorant of herself, and her seduction was also ignorant. However, the more ignorant and pure, the more it made people want to defile and control.