After an Alluring Alpha Provokes an Unhinged Omega 71

Chapter 71: Beg Me

The sensor light in the restroom came on, and the dim yellow light was like a blooming amber color, melting with the air in the narrow space.

Yan Wei’s back was pressed tightly against the door panel, her figure casting a dark silhouette on the tiled wall. She just stared at Jiang Mi, firmly locking her in the center of her vision.

Jiang Mi’s fingertips were pressed against the cold edge of the washstand, and a wave of dizziness inexplicably welled up.

The air was so thin it was suffocating. Only the scent of brandy was becoming clearer and clearer, wrapped in a spicy warmth that seeped into her every pore. This strange feeling was not entirely like a cold, but more like—

“Happy?”

Yan Wei’s voice rolled over the silence of the narrow space, each word slowly dragging its tail.

Jiang Mi’s knees felt weak, but her spine was as taut as a stubborn bow. She could not show weakness at this moment, especially in front of Yan Wei. “I am.”

She tried to keep her voice steady. “What? Is Teacher Yan not satisfied?”

“Oh.” Yan Wei’s heel tapped the floor, once, and then again, like a ticking clock.

“So you’re so happy you’ll drink anything?”

Jiang Mi’s pupils shrank, and then were quickly covered by her lowered eyelashes. She was sure this was a bluff. “Director Zhao is your friend, after all.” A hint of a sneer appeared at the corner of her lips. “Are you going to ruin your friend’s reputation just to scare me?”

Yan Wei’s lips twitched. “Who said it was her?”

Yan Wei stopped a step away from Jiang Mi, her gaze locked on the faint blush that was gradually spreading behind her ear. “Are you hot?” Her fingertips hovered at the side of her own neck. “Do you feel your knees are weak, your throat is dry…”

Yan Wei’s gaze slid down her tense jawline and finally landed on Jiang Mi’s rosy lips. “Do you crave to do something?”

Jiang Mi’s teeth clenched, and her nails unconsciously dug into her palms.

Absurd—Yan Wei, no matter how crazy she was, would not do something like drugging her.

“You don’t believe me?” Yan Wei suddenly took a half step closer, and the scent of brandy, mixed with the restroom’s aromatherapy, drilled into her nasal cavity. “In about another minute, you’ll feel as if a fine electric current is passing through your body.”

Her fingertips brushed against the hollow of her own collarbone. “At that time, these hands will betray you, tearing at your collar, scratching your skin, craving my comfort—”

“Enough.”

Jiang Mi’s mind wavered. Perhaps because she had been guessed, she was a little nervous. She felt her consciousness was trembling.

Even if she didn’t want to, her body’s reaction couldn’t be deceived.

A short gasp escaped Jiang Mi’s throat.

The dizziness, wrapped in a scorching heat, climbed up her spine, as if someone had lit a fire in her bone marrow.

She turned to the side, wanting to leave the other’s field of vision. Just as she took a step, her legs suddenly felt as if their bones had been removed, and they completely lost their support.

In the moment of weightlessness, she fell into an embrace filled with the smell of alcohol.

Yan Wei’s slender arm caught her waist, and one hand, with a comforting meaning, gently patted her back. A sigh brushed against her sweaty temples. “Mimi, you see, why don’t you believe me?”

Jiang Mi struggled for a moment, but her body was irresistibly pushed against the cold edge of the washbasin.

Yan Wei’s body was pressed tightly against her, with a warm, oppressive feeling.

Then, Jiang Mi’s vision wavered. After seeing what it was, her pupils suddenly contracted—a silver syringe appeared between Yan Wei’s fingers, the sharp needle tip flashing with a cold light.

Her pupils shrank slightly. “What are you doing?”

“Did you still think I was lying to you just now? Now, are you scared?” Yan Wei’s lips curved up. Taking advantage of Jiang Mi’s weakness, she pressed completely against her. The heat and softness almost made her gasp.

Jiang Mi was an Alpha, but at this moment, facing Yan Wei, she couldn’t muster any strength. She watched as Yan Wei skillfully squeezed the air out of the syringe. Even if she didn’t believe it, because of this visual effect, she was really a little panicked…

“Yan, Yan Wei!”

“Hmm?” Yan Wei’s response was low, close to her ear. That voice was so gentle it was almost doting, yet it carried an unquestionable control. “Don’t worry, it’s just a medicine to make you obedient. In the future, you’ll be good and won’t drink other people’s things recklessly.”

Her fingertips, as if without a trace, brushed against the side of Jiang Mi’s neck. “Oh, by the way, was the white fungus soup good? Was it sweet?”

“…”

She knew that Yan Wei would definitely hold a grudge.

Jiang Mi swallowed, and a gasp escaped her throat. “This is someone else’s house. You…”

Yan Wei laughed, probably finding Jiang Mi’s threat a little cute. “You also said that Zhao Xi and I are good friends. This kind of thing is very common. Don’t worry, no one will come in.”

Her certainty and serious tone made Jiang Mi’s nerves twitch.

“Drinking recklessly, shouldn’t you be punished? Be good, don’t move. It will hurt if I stick it in the wrong place.”

Jiang Mi was about to struggle again, but the next second, a sharp pain came from her glands, and the cold liquid all entered her body.

The moment the sharp pain exploded, the cold liquid rushed into her blood.

Jiang Mi’s nasal cavity, which had been stuffed with a cold, was now as if the last bit of air had been sucked out. As the feeling of suffocation choked her throat, two cool fingers pinched her chin. “Open your mouth.”

After a few seconds.

The physiological tears in her eyes blurred her vision. She was forced to open her mouth and gasp for breath. The oxygen, mixed with the brandy smell on Yan Wei’s wrist, rushed into her lungs.

Yan Wei stared at her for a few seconds. After a brief dead silence, she held the back of Jiang Mi’s neck and pressed her towards herself. She kissed Jiang Mi.

The touch of their lips was dry and patient. In a daze, Jiang Mi felt the other’s teeth grinding against her lower lip. The slight pain strangely dissipated the stuffiness in her chest.

Jiang Mi’s breathing was labored, and she felt that she was about to suffocate. But in just a little while, that feeling of breathlessness gradually eased. She felt her strength gradually returning. Her gaze met the deep bottom of Yan Wei’s eyes. She saw the slight redness in the corners of Yan Wei’s eyes and paused slightly.

It was also in this moment of distraction that her lips almost subconsciously moved with Yan Wei’s.

Her lips unconsciously brushed against the other’s teeth.

Like a return kiss.

Like a surrender.

The arm that was wrapped around her waist tightened slightly…

Suddenly, a knock came from outside the door.

Jiang Mi suddenly came back to her senses. She pushed Yan Wei away, her arms propped on the side of the sink to steady herself, trying to make her breathing even. She looked at Yan Wei, worried that the other would suddenly attack again.

At the same time, she belatedly felt the return of her strength.

The sound of talking outside the door sounded again.

“Sister Mi? Are you in there?”

It was Qi Wenxi.

She stared at Yan Wei’s wet lips, a little unnatural, and replied in a hoarse voice, “I am.”

“Are you okay? You looked a little pale just now. Are you not feeling well? Do you need someone to come and help?”

“I’m fine.”

Jiang Mi immediately interjected, her gaze sweeping to Yan Wei’s approaching figure, her heart as if it had been fiercely squeezed by something. A familiar fragment of a scene flashed through her mind—it was the scene in Spring. Qin Shui was also pressing Liang Yongping step by step like this.

And now she also had to get away as soon as possible.

“I’m fine. I’ll be right back.”

“Alright, message me if you need anything.”

The footsteps outside the door finally gradually faded away.

Jiang Mi had just let out half a breath when she turned her head, and Yan Wei was already right in front of her.

In the small space of the restroom, the air seemed to have been half-sucked out. She stared at Yan Wei’s eyes, with a hint of an imperceptible tension. “You lied to me?”

Yan Wei stopped, tilted her head slightly, her eyes calm. “Lied to you about what?”

Jiang Mi’s lip line was so tight it was white. The words were stuck in her throat, but she couldn’t squeeze out a single word.

Silence spread between the two of them, like an invisible wall.

The faint warmth on Yan Wei’s beautiful face quickly faded like a receding tide, leaving only a near-scrutinizing calmness. Her gaze covered Jiang Mi from head to toe, her voice not loud, but every word was clear:

“You can’t even tell if you’re sick now, or…” she paused, her gaze lingering for a moment on Jiang Mi’s flushed neck and slightly rapid breathing, “…already in heat? And you still dare to drink at the table outside?”

Jiang Mi belatedly realized that she should have thought of it long ago. It was just that she had been so scared by Yan Wei’s certain tone that she had really lost her composure.

No wonder her whole body had been feeling wrong these days.

Her heat had always been regular, and it would come at the end of the month. This time, it was a full half a month early, and it had coincided with a cold, making her whole person so sluggish. In the past, her heat wouldn’t have made her hands and feet weak, so she hadn’t thought in that direction.

Perhaps it was the sip of wine just now, mixed with Yan Wei’s pheromones, that had made her body’s reaction so intense.

Yan Wei had noticed her abnormality, so she had used a suppressor on her just now…

This realization made Jiang Mi’s ears burn. Half of it was the belated embarrassment, and the other half… was the lingering, soft touch of Yan Wei on her lips—after nearly two months, that familiarity was still so clear it was disturbing.

Yan Wei’s words were reasonable, but Jiang Mi still couldn’t help but retort, “I only had one sip.”

Yan Wei let out a short, light humph, with a hint of an indescribable coldness.

“What if I wasn’t here today?”

Jiang Mi was speechless.

If she hadn’t taken the suppressor in time, and had lost her composure in front of the director, in front of so many colleagues… she didn’t dare to think about the consequences. This was not only irresponsible to herself, but also to others.

She braced herself and, with a deliberately nonchalant tone, retorted, “Then I’m just unlucky.”

Yan Wei’s face instantly turned extremely ugly. “Jiang Mi, you really don’t learn your lesson?” She took a step closer, her voice very low. “A top-tier Alpha’s heat out of control, how serious are the consequences? Do I need to remind you?”

“Even if you’re my boss, I don’t have to listen to your lecture, do I?”

“Jiang Mi, do you have to talk to me like this?”

Yan Wei’s breath seemed to hitch. She had reached her limit.

“Who was the one who didn’t talk properly first? And, Teacher Yan, President Yan, when I was talking to you nicely, you were the one who first…” she suddenly paused, because Yan Wei had already taken a step closer.

Yan Wei cornered her by the sink again. “So you’re retaliating against me now? Just to make me uncomfortable? Is that it?”

Although the suppressor had temporarily suppressed the most turbulent wave, the lingering agitation of the heat had not completely dissipated. Her body had not yet fully recovered its strength. Yan Wei’s sudden approach made Jiang Mi’s heart feel as if it had been fiercely squeezed by something, and her breath also hitched.

She knew in her heart that she had been a bit unreasonable just now. Even she herself detested this kind of unreasonable behavior.

But this time, she didn’t back down.

She met Yan Wei’s face, which was enough to make one lose their senses. The corners of her lips pulled up into an almost-provocative arc. “Will you also be uncomfortable? Yan Wei, before you do something, when have you ever cared about my feelings? Between us, who is the one making the other uncomfortable?”

The two of them were only wearing thin long dresses. The black silk clung to Yan Wei’s body curves, and the moon-white fabric outlined Jiang Mi’s silhouette.

At this moment, their bodies were pressed tightly together, and the thin fabric could barely serve as a barrier. Even the slight movements of the other’s breathing were clearly perceptible.

The pheromones in the air were silently entangled, pulling at each other.

Jiang Mi’s cheeks were an unnatural flush, and fine beads of sweat had formed on her temples. A thin layer of pink had also quietly climbed up Yan Wei’s earlobes. The air was filled with an indescribably ambiguous atmosphere.

However, the expressions on their faces were as if they were wearing stiff masks, their eyes calm, and even with a hint of a stiff confrontation.

“In the future.”

Yan Wei suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.

Jiang Mi didn’t hear clearly, or rather, she didn’t understand. Her brow furrowed subconsciously. “What?”

“I’ll try to ask you first.” Yan Wei’s gaze did not move.

“…”

Jiang Mi was stunned, as if her thoughts had been blocked by something. Her eyes flickered for a moment, but she and Yan Wei were still looking at each other.

Only the sound of their intertwined breathing remained in the restroom. In the quiet silence, time seemed to have disappeared.

“Mimi,” Yan Wei called out again, the woman’s voice a little hoarser than before.

Jiang Mi’s lips moved unconsciously.

Just then—

A knock on the door, once again at an inopportune time.

Jiang Mi almost instinctively turned to look at the door.

Yan Wei’s brow instantly furrowed, and the intense emotion that was churning in the depths of her eyes was forcefully suppressed.

She closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened them again, the obvious desire in her eyes had faded a lot, leaving only an almost-icy annoyance.

She glanced at Jiang Mi, took two steps to the door, and deftly turned the lock. With a “click,” she then pulled open the heavy wooden door.

Jiang Mi was startled. She reacted extremely quickly, and with her still-weak body, she quickly followed Yan Wei’s movements and hid behind the open door. She was afraid that Yan Wei would do something out of line in this mood. In her haste, she reached out and grabbed Yan Wei’s wrist, which was hanging by her side.

“Yan, Teacher Yan?” The voice from outside was not Qi Wenxi’s, but another actor’s, her tone a little probing and uneasy. “I’m so sorry, I just knocked casually to try…”

Yan Wei’s mind was not on the other’s words at all.

All her attention was focused on her wrist—Jiang Mi was holding it very tightly, and the warmth from her palm was exceptionally clear. That force carried an unignorable presence.

She composed herself, her voice still steady. “It’s fine. I still have to touch up my makeup. If you don’t mind, could you please use another restroom?”

“Okay, okay! I’m so sorry!” The other person apologized repeatedly, and the sound of footsteps quickly faded away.

The door hinge made a light sound. Yan Wei lowered her eyes and, almost immediately, her backhand closed the door again.

She couldn’t stay here any longer, because everyone here was an eyesore.

She turned, her gaze locking onto Jiang Mi. “Are you coming with me?”

Jiang Mi refused, “I’ll go by myself.”

In her condition, she had to go back and rest. Even if she had suppressed it, it wasn’t safe to be outside.

“Or should we go out together now?”

“You said you would try to ask me first. Is that asking me in a situation where you absolutely don’t allow any rebuttal under your absolute self? Teacher Yan?” Jiang Mi emphasized the words.

Yan Wei felt that her fingers were a little empty, and she inexplicably wanted to light a cigarette.

To her, bowing her head was an unfamiliar thing, and even required practice.

“Caring is not the same as controlling.” Jiang Mi’s voice became clear, with a hint of an imperceptible sharpness. “I even feel that you’re threatening me. Or should I say, you are indeed threatening me?”

Yes.

Yan Wei replied silently in her heart.

She was so hot. She needed something to force herself to accept the current situation, to force herself to allow this situation to happen, to curb the impulse that was growing wildly in her heart, the impulse to take everything back into her hands.

“Kiss me,” Yan Wei suddenly said, her voice not loud, but exceptionally clear.

Jiang Mi was slightly taken aback, and then, as if she had understood something, the curve of her lips deepened a little, with a hint of a knowing and indescribable meaning, almost a deliberate mockery. “Teacher Yan, what is this?”

She had probably guessed Yan Wei’s intention.

Yan Wei was forcing herself to change her usual assertive style, but this “concession” made her extremely uncomfortable. She needed some kind of comfort or “benefit” to barely suppress the unhappiness in her heart.

In short, Yan Wei needed her to… coax her a little.

“Kiss me,” Yan Wei repeated, her tone showing no fluctuation, and her expression could not be called infatuated. It was even excessively calm—if you didn’t look at the corners of her eyes, which were clearly red from suppressing her emotions.

Yan Wei’s wrist still had Jiang Mi’s warmth. She looked at the other’s eyes, prepared to be rejected.

But Jiang Mi had better not refuse.

The agitation of her heat was a low fever in her veins. It wouldn’t be hard for her to get what she wanted, but she had always held back—Jiang Mi detested being coerced, and at this moment, she was treading that line.

After a few seconds.

“Beg me,” Jiang Mi said.

Yan Wei’s eyelashes trembled almost imperceptibly.

Jiang Mi tilted her head, and the two words were ground out even more slowly, more clearly, “Beg me.”

She had long since let go of Yan Wei and had taken a half step back. The strength that her heat had drained from her forced her to press her shoulder blades against the cold tiles.

She was learning from Yan Wei, learning the way she would slightly narrow her eyes when she was sizing up her prey, learning that lazy way of holding onto control.

Learning the way Yan Wei controlled her.

Now, she wanted to be the one on top.

Jiang Mi waited for two seconds. “It seems you don’t want it that much.”

She was gathering her strength to open the door. She raised her hand and placed it on the doorknob, and Yan Wei instantly grabbed her with her backhand.

Yan Wei’s gaze quietly landed on Jiang Mi.

For a few seconds, but time seemed to have been stretched.

After a long moment, Yan Wei’s breath sank, and a few words escaped from between her teeth, “Okay, I’m begging you.”

She lowered her eyelashes—but Mimi, if I bow my head and beg you, what you have to pay will be more than just a kiss.