After an Alluring Alpha Provokes an Unhinged Omega 70

Chapter 70: Meeting

It had been two days. The CP heat between Jiang Mi and Qi Wenxi had slowly died down. Jiang Mi was still very busy every day. Besides filming, she also had to juggle occasional activities.

Recently, she had also taken on a live streaming task. Every time Jiang Hu saw her so busy she was on her feet all day, she couldn’t help but frown and mutter about telling on her to Jiang Youshu.

It just so happened that the Yudu auto show was in full swing recently.

Jiang Mi asked Zhao Jia to get a ticket for the auto show and threw it to Jiang Hu, finally getting rid of her for a short while.

The main thing was that Jiang Mi’s cold had flared up these past two days, and her whole person was heavy and sluggish. Jiang Hu, watching from the side, sometimes really couldn’t help but say something to her.

Jiang Mi understood all the reasoning. She just found it annoying to listen to.

But she also knew that she was just being arrogant because she was spoiled.

On the way to work the next day, Jiang Mi felt that her ears were much quieter.

“It’s Director Zhao’s birthday today. There will probably be a dinner party in the evening. I’ve made an appointment with the producer. If Nine forgets in the afternoon, you remember to take your medicine in advance.” Zhao Jia said as she looked at her tablet, reminding Jiang Mi.

Jiang Mi nodded, her gaze on the window. The early morning Yudu was shrouded in a thin morning mist, with a damp and cool chill. She really liked this city.

Zhao Jia paused and looked up:

“Teacher Yan is coming.”

Jiang Mi paused and turned her head. Zhao Jia said, “Look at the group.”

She lowered her head. Ten minutes ago, the assistant director had sent a message in the actors’ group chat, saying that a big shot would be visiting the set today.

Someone had guessed a few times and guessed it was Yan Wei.

The assistant director didn’t deny it.

It was Zhao Xi’s birthday today. It was well-known that Yan Wei and Zhao Xi were old friends. It was also normal for Yan Wei to visit the set.

Jiang Mi didn’t react much, but her slightly curled five fingers still betrayed her.

When they arrived at the set, everyone was naturally talking about the news of Yan Wei visiting the set.

No one would associate that quiet figure with Jiang Mi, who was silently tidying her costume in the middle of the set.

Jiang Mi just thought that it seemed like a very, very long time since she had seen Yan Wei.

A little past eight.

The camera of this scene was aimed at a corner of a cramped and old street. The script required the two female leads to want to kiss after saying goodbye to each other, but in the end, they gave up and turned to a deep embrace.

In the half an hour of preparation, Jiang Mi was actually not very focused.

Finally, when everyone was ready to start filming, she heard a low cry.

“Damn, is that Yan Wei?”

“Yan Wei is really here?!”

Jiang Mi’s gaze paused. She followed the crowd and turned her head. Yan Wei was wearing her usual long black dress, walking straight towards Zhao Xi without looking away.

The next second, that person suddenly turned her head. For a moment, Jiang Mi and Yan Wei’s gazes met, and then they quickly separated.

Jiang Mi took a breath and directly turned her body away.

Zhao Xi didn’t delay the filming. After a few brief words, she hurried to start filming.

Official filming. The magnesium lights lit up, making the deliberately watered street scene seem unreal.

Jiang Mi forced herself to get into character…

Time passed, second by second. She looked at the face of her scene partner, slowly approaching, and finally, she restrained her emotions. The image of them embracing was projected on the screen. She could clearly feel the quiet gaze from not far away, like something heavy, hanging over her head, silent, but full of pressure.

“Cut!”

One take.

In the brief moment of getting out of character, Qi Wenxi naturally approached, her warm hand very lightly and quickly brushing against Jiang Mi’s forehead, which was slightly damp with sweat, and helped her tidy a few strands of hair.

“Sister Mi, your hair is messy. You’re sweating a lot.”

“It’s fine,” Jiang Mi said.

This action was very common on set. It was a friendly gesture between colleagues, and no one would mind.

But she subconsciously felt a little unnatural.

Qi Wenxi said worriedly, “Are you not feeling well? You don’t look very good.”

Jiang Mi’s voice was a little muffled. “I have a bit of a cold. It’s not a big problem.”

Jiang Mi had originally thought that even if Yan Wei appeared, she wouldn’t have a very strong feeling, at least on the surface. But when Yan Wei’s figure really appeared in a corner of the set, casually sitting on a folding chair, as if she had an aura that isolated her from the noise, she felt the stuffiness in her chest suddenly intensify.

It was an invisible pressure.

Yan Wei was just looking at her like that.

Jiang Mi suppressed the urge to back away from Qi Wenxi.

She lowered her eyelashes, but her peripheral vision couldn’t help but turn to the direction of the folding chair.

That gaze had never left.

Even after the later scenes were finished, Yan Wei was still sitting there, her posture even a little lazy, her knuckles slightly bent and resting on her chin, her deep gaze fixed on them without blinking.

No expression, no movement, only those eyes, like a deep and unfathomable cold pool, always reflecting that natural and intimate fingertip movement.

The distance was not close, and Jiang Mi couldn’t see the specific thoughts in her eyes clearly, but that intent stare that pierced through the air was pulling at Jiang Mi’s nerves.

This situation lasted until noon.

Yan Wei left.

Only then did Jiang Mi feel that the later scenes were filmed more easily. In the evening, Zhao Xi invited all the main actors to be her guests at a mountain villa.

“Is Teacher Yan going too?” It was unclear who had started it. It was actually a joke. What was Yan Wei’s status? No one really had any hope.

Zhao Xi smiled. “What? If Yan Wei doesn’t go, you won’t go either?”

Someone said, “Oh, Director, what are you saying? This is your birthday. We’re honored to be here.”

Zhao Xi didn’t keep them in suspense. “She’s going.”

Before her words had faded, low gasps of surprise spread, with an unbelievable excitement.

“Really?”

“Oh my god!”

Everyone’s eyes lit up a few degrees, and an unspoken admiration filled the crowd. The two words “Yan Wei” were always like a myth.

Jiang Mi’s lips moved slightly, and the polite refusal she had prepared was on the tip of her tongue.

“Jiang Mi,” the director’s voice sounded at the right time, “I’ll send you the address in a bit.”

The light words, wrapped in closeness and approval, made it hard for Jiang Mi to refuse Zhao Xi’s good intentions, especially since it was Zhao Xi’s birthday today.

All her refusals seemed to be blocked by this sentence. She met the director’s gaze and said with a smile, “Okay, no problem.”

**

In the huge mountain villa restaurant, the light from the crystal chandelier was warm and clear. Zhao Xi sat at the head of the table. At her signal, Jiang Mi stopped in front of a dark-colored chair on her right and then gently sat down.

There was still a seat between her and Zhao Xi.

Just as the slight sound of the chair moving had stopped, Qi Wenxi sat down on her left and gave her a brilliant smile. “What should I do? Sister Mi, I’m so excited?”

Jiang Mi knew why she was excited. It was for Yan Wei.

“I even brought a photo. I’m planning to find a chance to get Teacher Yan to sign it for me later.” Qi Wenxi asked, “Do you think she’ll find it bothersome?”

Jiang Mi was silent for a moment. “No.”

Actually, it wasn’t certain.

That look from Yan Wei this morning, she still remembered it.

The empty space in Jiang Mi’s peripheral vision caught sight of the empty seat next to her, which was only a line away from her.

The chair stood there alone, and the fleece napkin was folded into a perfect, motionless flower, silently reminding her of the absence of that important character.

—Yan Wei hadn’t come in yet.

A minute later.

The door hinge made a low sound, and the noise in the hall was slightly interrupted. Everyone’s gaze was drawn to it like a magnet. Yan Wei’s figure stood at the door, like a movie with the sound deliberately turned off.

Her gaze swept over Jiang Mi’s direction, lingered for a moment on Qi Wenxi’s position beside her, and then shifted away without any hesitation.

Finally, Yan Wei walked forward, nodded at Zhao Xi, and then sat down in the empty seat.

The moment Yan Wei pulled out her chair and sat down, a familiar, and almost-childlike, milky scent spread, silently covering the tip of her nose. Her chest expanded almost imperceptibly, and she silently inhaled Jiang Mi’s scent deep into her lungs.

Excitedly, admiringly, and flatteringly.

Yan Wei responded faintly to each one.

The cups and glasses became lively.

Everyone raised their glasses with a smile and clinked them enthusiastically, “Happy birthday, Director Zhao!”

The cold wine glass in Jiang Mi’s fingertips was also embraced in this warmth. The liquid slid down her throat, bringing a slight burning numbness. She wasn’t a good drinker, so she only took a small sip.

It was almost just to wet her lips with the rim of the glass. But a pale red still quietly climbed up from behind her ears, and the stuffiness in her nose from her cold actually worsened.

“Hey, Teacher Jiang’s glass is slacking off!” someone pointed out with a smile.

Zhao Xi was in a very good mood today. Her orangey-red short hair had no sharpness at all today. She smiled gently, “It’s okay. As long as you’re happy today. Be casual.”

Jiang Mi put down her glass. “I’m sorry, my alcohol tolerance… is really not very good.”

Zhao Xi still said it was okay.

“We still have to film tomorrow. Everyone, be mindful of your intake.”

Jiang Mi smiled and made a few pleasantries, then lowered her head and became silent.

Suddenly, in her peripheral vision, two different styles of cups appeared by her hand at almost the same time—a small bone china cup was filled with a slightly shaking, chilled white fungus soup, and the other was a plain white porcelain cup, filled with warm boiled water.

The air froze for a moment.

The next second, as if she hadn’t noticed the warm water in her right hand, she raised her hand and reached for the sweet soup. Her movements were so natural it was as if she had never hesitated, and she steadily picked up the bone china cup in front of Qi Wenxi.

The cool, sweet soup slid down her throat. She turned her head, and a polite curve appeared at the corner of her lips. “Thank you, Wenxi.”

Qi Wenxi’s gaze quickly swept over Yan Wei’s side, and she leaned closer to Jiang Mi’s ear, lowering her voice, “Sister Mi, Teacher Yan gave you water…”

Only then did Jiang Mi follow the reminder and turn her gaze, as if she had just discovered the glass of white water that was right in front of her. Her voice was even lower and softer, with a deliberate detachment, “Ah… I’m sorry, I didn’t see it. Thank you, Teacher Yan. Sorry to trouble you.”

Yan Wei ignored her.

Her profile was particularly clear and sharp under the light. She had already turned to Zhao Xi and smoothly picked up the previous topic, her posture relaxed, as if the ignored glass of water had never existed.

Jiang Mi also pretended that nothing had happened, reached for the glass of cold water, and poured herself half a glass of ice water.

When she put it down after drinking, her fingers touched the coldness, and the back of her hand, without any warning, brushed against a patch of cool skin—Yan Wei’s hand had just put down the red wine.

A brief and dry touch, almost like an illusion.

Yan Wei turned her head slightly and saw Jiang Mi withdraw her hand very naturally, her attention seemingly not distracted by this momentary contact, and she was very focused on her conversation with Qi Wenxi.

She twitched her lips coolly.

But in fact, Jiang Mi was not without feeling. It was just that the lingering discomfort was becoming more and more difficult to ignore, so much so that she couldn’t even take care of herself.

A moment later, she stood up and left her seat, heading to the restroom.

The corridor lights were dim and soft, and the thick carpet under her feet absorbed the sound of her footsteps. She stopped in front of the restroom’s exquisite carved door. Just as her fingers were about to touch the cool, round doorknob and turn it—

An irresistible force suddenly landed on her back.

The sudden push made her stumble into the restroom. As she turned in astonishment, a slender figure had already followed her in.

That person’s shoulders and back leaned back, and her lower back, with force, and her shoulder, lightly bumped against the back of the door.

“Click—”

The metal lock was crisp and decisive. The sound was not loud, but in the suddenly quiet and narrow space, it was particularly piercing.

Jiang Mi stared at the person at the door and suppressed the frequency of her heartbeat. “Teacher Yan, what can I do for you?”