After an Alluring Alpha Provokes an Unhinged Omega 58

Chapter 58: Meeting

Zhao Jia silently drove Jiang Mi back to the hotel entrance. But perhaps they both knew that no one could explain the problems of a relationship, and in the end, it was up to oneself.

At the door of the room, Jiang Mi gently pressed Zhao Jia’s wrist and shook her head. “Jiajia, I’ll be fine on my own for a while.”

The door closed, cutting off the light from the outside.

The room was very quiet, so quiet that she could hear the dull thud of her heart in her chest. She walked to the room, her fingertips brushing over a few soft home clothes, and casually picked one.

The bathroom door closed behind her, like a solid fortress.

She turned on the shower. The water was cold at first, making her shiver, and then it quickly warmed up. The rising steam soon filled the mirror.

The blurry shadow in the mirror tilted its face up slightly, meeting the curtain of water.

The warm water flowed down, washing over her forehead, the bridge of her nose, her closed eyelashes, and finally converging downwards. The water slid down the curve of her cheek, mixing with some scorching hot liquid on her skin.

Jiang Mi found that her eyes were also hot.

She had thought it would be the wind and rain from the outside, the scrutiny under the spotlight, the overwhelming rumors… but she had never expected that the sharpest knife would come from between them.

She was sure that Yan Wei liked her.

But this certainty, under the constant erosion, actually made her start to waver: was she being too greedy?

But was she really asking for too much?

Not contacting for a few days, as a lover, wanting to know her return date in advance—was that too much?

In the long wait, she had hoped that Yan Wei would also take the initiative to send a greeting, even if it was just the two words “I’m busy”—was that too much?

As a lover, she had helped her sister a little, and she was treated as if she had done something wrong. She felt sad and angry because of this—was that too much?

Just wanting that specialness to be a little more—was that too much?

She had lost her temper with Yan Wei. Was she being willful? Was she being pretentious?

Was she being too naive, or was she really that thoughtless?

The continuous roar of the water couldn’t cover the questioning that was churning in Jiang Mi’s heart.

But no matter how she asked, there was still no answer.

Jiang Mi’s thoughts were like a mess, as if they had been scattered by the water.

But in the deepest part of that chaos, an almost-instinctive stubbornness slowly grew. She slowly raised her hand and wiped the water from her face.

She took a deep breath, her chest heaving.

She didn’t think she was wrong.

Twenty minutes of warm water only slightly relaxed Jiang Mi’s tense nerves. The water droplets from the ends of her hair fell on her collarbone, and in the air-conditioned room, it sent a chill through her.

The phone on the table suddenly vibrated, and the buzzing sound was particularly abrupt in the silence.

In that instant, a longing welled up—could it be Yan Wei?

This thought was immediately extinguished by herself, her fingertips unconsciously clenching together. More than that, a bad premonition, as if it had been soaked in water, sank heavily from her throat to her stomach, and her whole person was filled with that same gloom.

She hated this state, and the repetition.

Her emotions were like they were being played with at will, sometimes tense, sometimes empty. This feeling of being out of control was like the window that was much taller than her in the winter of her childhood. The glass was broken, and the cold could always seep in.

Her footsteps moved to the side of the table, and the cold light of the screen pierced her eyes—the two words “Mo Yun” were flashing alone.

Jiang Mi’s breath suddenly hitched.

A hesitation passed through her heart: to answer, or not to answer?

Those eyes, always full of warmth, appeared before her.

Mo Yun would specially make her favorite fish soup, would prepare her favorite white roses in the bedroom, would often ask her how she was doing, and would cry with emotion when she mentioned her mother… she didn’t know what had happened between Yan Wei and Mo Yun, but Mo Yun was still very good to her.

But Yan Wei didn’t like it.

Jiang Mi let out a long sigh.

The moment she swiped the answer button, a happy voice came from the receiver, “Mimi, I thought you didn’t want to answer Auntie’s call…”

The feeling of guilt, as if her thoughts had been detected, instantly filled Jiang Mi’s chest. Her heart “thumped,” and she immediately replied, “No, no, Auntie. How could I? How have you been lately?”

“I’m fine. I had a little problem a while ago, and I just heard from Mo Xi that you’ve wrapped up. Where have you been these two days? Still in Huai City?”

Jiang Mi’s teeth were biting her tongue. The words “I’ve already left” rolled in her throat, but in the end, she swallowed them back. “Mmm, I still have some finishing touches to do, so I haven’t left yet.”

A light sigh of relief came from the receiver. “That’s good, that’s good! Mimi, do you think you can find some time to come over for a meal in these two days? Auntie will make you soup! If you really can’t, it’s okay to come in a few days, but it’s a deal. You have to come for this meal!”

Jiang Mi’s heart sank.

Agree? Yan Wei’s side would probably cause an even bigger situation.

She could almost imagine those cold eyes. Avoiding it was the wisest choice at the moment.

But the words of refusal were like a fish bone stuck in her throat.

Mo Yun’s eyes, which were always full of kindness, the wrinkles on the back of her hand when she handed her the soup, her graying hair before her time… all these images made her heart ache.

It was really hard for her to refuse an elder who was so kind to her.

She had experienced coldness, so she cherished it even more.

“Auntie,” she heard her own voice squeeze out dryly, “I’ve been… very busy lately. I might not be able to make it. When things are a little more relaxed, I’ll definitely come and see you, okay?”

The other end of the line was silent for two seconds, only the sound of heavy breathing came through, as if it were being pressed down by something.

“Busy… it’s good to be busy.”

Mo Yun’s voice suddenly lowered. “I know about Mo Xi’s matter. It’s hard on you to have to worry about her and pay such a large sum of money… I originally promised your mother that when you were here, I would take good care of you, but in the end, I’ve made you worry… Auntie feels very bad.”

“Don’t say that. It’s a small matter.”

She was very afraid that Mo Xi would mention the money, because that would bring up Yan Wei.

Things were just so unreasonable.

“That hundred thousand,” Mo Yun’s voice suddenly became clear. “Give me your card number, and Auntie will transfer it to you now.”

“Auntie, you really don’t have to… Teacher Yan, she’s already given it to me.”

“You return her money!” Mo Yun’s voice suddenly rose, with a sharp rejection. “Auntie has money! You take mine!”

Jiang Mi felt a familiar dull ache spread from her temples. “Auntie, I’ve already taken the money… and, Teacher Yan is also Mo Xi’s biological sister. She…”

“You don’t know!” Mo Yun interrupted sharply, her voice like it had been rubbed with sandpaper, with an almost-desperate hoarseness, and also a familiarity to her. “Her heart is black! Mimi, let me tell you the truth. I asked you to come to my house in the beginning because I wanted you and Mo Xi to get closer. That day, by a strange coincidence, Mo Xi didn’t come back, and you ran into her first… later, I heard that you were even filming together. Do you know that during that time, I couldn’t sleep all night?”

Jiang Mi held her phone, her fingertips cold. Of course, Jiang Mi wouldn’t understand.

She couldn’t understand the bottomless fear and hatred in Mo Yun’s words, let alone piece together a complete Yan Wei that her mother could describe in such a way.

She even found it hard to imagine Mo Yun’s expression at this moment.

The kind and amiable Mo Yun in front of her, what would her expression be like when she mentioned Yan Wei and said these words?

Jiang Mi belatedly realized that a sudden rash was appearing on her limbs, and the hairs on her skin were standing on end. That inexplicable suffocation made her shiver violently.

Perhaps Mo Yun also noticed the change in her mood. After her second polite refusal, she no longer insisted on the invitation.

She just still asked for the card number.

The busy tone sounded, cutting off the last connection between the two ends.

Silence settled in the room, only the city lights outside the window were lit. Jiang Mi sat on the sofa. She needed such a long blankness to let the fatigue that was rising from the depths of her spine slowly recede.

She couldn’t help but think, what about Yan Wei?

In the past nearly thirty years, how much fatigue had she experienced?

Her heart suddenly shrank, and a fine sourness welled up, like squeezing a handful of lemon peels in her hand, the juice dripping onto her heart. The phone screen lit up, and a bank notification coldly popped up—one hundred thousand, a clean and neat transfer.

She opened Yan Wei’s WeChat, was silent for a long time, and finally, she turned off the screen.

We’ll talk about it later.

She knew herself too well. That pathetic “ambition” was like a wound that wouldn’t heal.

But at least not today.

Not at this moment.

The roadshow for Spring was about to begin, and the first stop was still Huai City. At that time, their names would finally be printed on the same poster, and they would also be breathing the same air.

There would always be time to meet.

For the next few days, she and Yan Wei indeed had no contact.

Jiang Mi ran to the crew, memorized her script, took on activities, and filmed commercials as usual every day. Her body quickly thinned out in the non-stop work, and of course, there was also her increasingly silent and less talkative state.

Because of this problem, Jiang Mi had been on the tail end of the hot search once.

Jiang Hu had called her and warned her, “Next time you’re on the hot search for this kind of crap, I’ll come over with Lao Jiang right away.”

Jiang Mi said she was busy. She said, “When I make a lot of money, I’ll buy you and Lao Jiang a big house, a luxury car, whatever you want.”

“You’re crazy!” Jiang Hu cursed on the other end. “Who cares!”

After a few seconds, her tone softened again. “Where are you going next? I’ll come and see you.”

“It’s not decided yet. Don’t bother,” Jiang Mi refused quickly.

She was actually afraid. She was afraid that Jiang Hu would see her in this bad state, and even more afraid that Jiang Youshu would know.

Her current state was actually not because she was so depressed about Yan Wei that she couldn’t control it, but because she was really very busy, so busy that she could only sleep for four or five hours a day.

Zhao Jia couldn’t do anything either. Zhao Jia slept even less than her.

The sleep they could piece together every day was thinner than paper.

They both knew that in this industry, opportunities were fleeting. If you didn’t cherish one, the next ten opportunities wouldn’t choose you. It wasn’t that Zhao Jia hadn’t tried her best to get her a break, but when a real opportunity came, neither of them wanted to miss it.

They had gone through the bottom together, so they didn’t dare to indulge themselves easily.

On this day, the director of Blessing called Zhao Jia.

Jiang Mi had just finished a late-night announcement and returned to the hotel. It was already close to eleven.

The coolness of the cold water on her face had not yet dissipated when her phone screen buzzed. Zhao Jia’s voice came through the current, and in the background, there was also the hot night wind.

The moment she heard the two words Blessing, Jiang Mi’s fingertips unconsciously moved.

The water droplets slid down her wrist and into her sleeve, making her shiver. She didn’t know if this was Zhao Jia’s effort, or if Yan Wei’s relationship was involved.

The only thing that was clear was that she had gotten the audition pass straight to the crew—not a mass audition with layers of screening, but a ticket straight to the core set.

Of course, her feelings were very complicated, but at the same time, she also knew that having come this far, she was halfway to success.

No matter the reason, she had no reason to back down at this time.

That would be too pretentious.

The studio at one in the morning was like a huge and hot container.

The pale lights poured down from the high ceiling, casting irregular shadows on the piled-up props.

Jiang Mi’s high heels stepped on the concrete floor, and her footsteps echoed in the emptiness. There were still several cameras in the front of the set. After asking the staff, she and Zhao Jia walked towards the director.

But they hadn’t walked far.

Her footsteps stopped at the boundary of light and shadow.

Jiang Mi’s gaze landed not far away. Yan Wei was sitting in a chair, the tip of her silver thin-heeled shoe in the air. She was holding a lit cigarette in her hand. It was unclear if she had noticed her coming, or if Yan Wei’s gaze had been on her all along.

Their gazes met in the dimness.

Yan Wei sized her up from head to toe, and then calmly took a drag of her cigarette.