After an Alluring Alpha Provokes an Unhinged Omega 76

Chapter 76: Believe

Jiang Mi was handcuffed to the sofa armrest, her fingertips and teeth digging deep into Yan Wei’s skin.

There was a salty taste on her tongue, and the person on her was trembling.

Yan Wei didn’t restrain herself, and the room was filled with the sound of panting that made one’s teeth ache.

The Omega’s pheromones, after being marked, were no longer aggressive. Instead, they were like melted honey, thickly and stickily wrapping around their intertwined bodies.

Jiang Mi’s hair was stuck to her temples with sweat, and it trembled slightly with her gradually calming breath. The pheromones of the two were no longer distinct but were slowly intertwining.

After three entanglements, the glands on the back of Yan Wei’s neck were even more red and swollen, the teeth marks clearly visible, and they rose and fell forcefully with her every breath.

Jiang Mi was even worse. Yan Wei had not been too gentle with her.

Her collarbone to her chest was covered with red marks of varying depths, much deeper than the marks on Yan Wei’s body, like imprints.

Jiang Mi could feel Yan Wei’s tense body slowly softening, and finally, she entrusted all her weight to her.

A dull ache came from her handcuffed wrist, but her other free hand unconsciously stroked Yan Wei’s sweaty back.

She heard Yan Wei’s relaxed voice.

The sky outside had unknowingly turned from inky black to a deep blue. A faint light jumped in through the gap in the curtains, and the pale light also cast a brightness on Yan Wei’s smooth shoulder blades.

Yan Wei suddenly moved, her cheek unconsciously rubbing against Jiang Mi’s neck. This almost-dependent action was like a different person from her previous assertiveness.

Jiang Mi’s heart was as if it had been gently squeezed by something, and a complex emotion welled up—a mixture of fatigue, helplessness, and a hint of a pity that she was unwilling to delve into.

Jiang Mi stared at the blurry light and shadow on the ceiling. The metal on her wrist was still cold and hard, but at this moment, what was restraining her seemed to be not just these handcuffs.

The connection established by the marking was like these handcuffs, tightly entangling her with the contradictory, fragile, and stubborn person in her arms.

It was very magical. In this instant, she actually felt a hint of a sense of security.

What was it like?

It was like the feeling she had when she had first met Jiang Youshu and Jiang Hu.

But it was also a little different. This sense of security in the past was full of some variables, but just like that, those changes seemed to have suddenly turned into bubbles.

It seemed that everything had become simpler.

The afterglow of the marking had not yet dissipated, and the air was filled with the sweetness and weariness of pheromones.

Jiang Mi looked at the faint light above her head.

“The kissing scene with Qi Wenxi was faked with camera angles,” her voice was a little hoarse, but exceptionally calm.

Yan Wei’s body tensed almost imperceptibly for a moment, but she didn’t interrupt.

“I did it on purpose,” Jiang Mi continued to confess. “I knew you would definitely see it. I just wanted to force you to come and see me.”

She paused for a moment, her voice lowering, “Yan Wei, I’m very worried about you.”

This sentence fell as lightly as a feather, but it hit Yan Wei’s heart heavily. A warm current, wrapped in a sourness, welled up, and she almost had to close her eyes to bear this sudden comfort.

But just as this joy was about to drown her reason, Tan Zhaoxin’s calm, almost-cruel words suddenly appeared:

“Has she ever gotten any actual benefits from you? Apart from your feelings, she has no other desires. This is called sincerity. It is purity.”

Sincerity? Purity?

Yan Wei’s fingertips unconsciously curled up, and an inexplicable unease, like this cold iron object, quietly wrapped around her heart.

She was enjoying Jiang Mi’s confession and closeness at this moment, but she couldn’t help but think: What else can I give besides this mess and morbidity?

Yan Wei slowly clenched her palm.

Jiang Mi’s fingertips touched Yan Wei’s skin, and a chill spread from the point of contact. She looked at the other’s lowered eyelashes, her voice very light, “When you can trust me without reservation, without calculation, without checks and balances, maybe on that day, we can truly be better.”

She paused, as if she were suppressing some kind of emotion. “A relationship that relies on impulsive emotions, constantly questioning each other, constantly making concessions… I’m not sure how many more of these cycles we can endure.”

Hearing this, Yan Wei was silent for a few seconds, then slowly sat up. She wasn’t wearing any clothes, so in Jiang Mi’s eyes, there was a large expanse of snow-white, like a beautiful, exquisite, and unique sculpture.

She just leaned on the sofa like that and lit a cigarette.

The moment the flame flickered, Jiang Mi saw that the fingers holding the cigarette were trembling slightly, as if she were using nicotine to suppress the churning anxiety in her chest.

Jiang Mi quietly watched the smoke she exhaled, and her eyes couldn’t help but turn red. Yan Wei might not have even realized that the heart diseases that had accumulated over the years had long since made her paranoid.

Yan Wei might have been sick for a long time.

It was just that no one had ever noticed, including Yan Wei herself.

A long silence solidified in the air.

“Yan Wei, what are you thinking?”

Yan Wei shivered. She slowly turned her head, her gaze a little scattered. It took a few seconds for her to focus. “I’m thinking about what I’m doing now. And I’m also thinking about what to do now.” She pulled out a smile with no emotion. “But if everything is wrong, then why am I the wrong one?”

As she spoke, she suddenly leaned over, her voice as low as a whisper, “Is everything I’ve done wrong?”

Her voice was very low, but Jiang Mi seemed to be able to empathize with the deep pain.

It was pain, and also an indescribable hatred.

Who to hate, what to hate, Yan Wei herself might not be able to say clearly. Perhaps it was because she felt that she was out of place with this world. Perhaps it was because this world had never shown her a good side.

Just then, Yan Wei’s gaze landed on the reddened marks on Jiang Mi’s wrist from being handcuffed, and her pupils suddenly contracted.

She reached out, her fingertips extremely gently brushing over the reddened skin, as if touching a fragile object. “If all of this is wrong… then now, do you loathe me?”

Jiang Mi felt the coolness of Yan Wei’s fingertips and the faint pain from her wrist. She looked directly at Yan Wei’s piercing eyes and said very seriously, without any comforting tone, “If I’m always in this state, then one day I will.”

The cigarette ash quietly fell from Yan Wei’s fingers, and the spark burned her skin, but she seemed to be completely unaware.

She just stared at Jiang Mi, her voice so light it was about to dissipate into the air, “Does it hurt?”

“It does.”

Jiang Mi’s answer was crisp. The red marks on her wrist from being handcuffed were even more obvious in the dim light.

Yan Wei’s fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly.

In that instant, Jiang Mi caught the fleeting panic in her eyes, so fast that it was almost an illusion.

Silence spread between the two of them again.

Yan Wei’s gaze moved from Jiang Mi’s face and landed on her exposed waistline—the night wind drilled in through the crack in the window, raising fine goosebumps.

She silently pulled down Jiang Mi’s clothes from her chest.

“If our relationship can only be maintained by this kind of binding,” Jiang Mi spoke again, her voice calm but firm, “then one day, I will still run away. And once I run away, I will never turn back. Do you understand?”

“I know.”

Yan Wei’s answer was very fast, so fast it was as if she had long since thought of the answer to this question. She looked up, and something was fiercely fighting in her eyes. “So I have to trap you for a lifetime.”

“…”

Jiang Mi was speechless for a moment.

She knew clearly that every word Yan Wei was saying at this moment was from the heart. She had really considered this extreme method.

But for some reason, Jiang Mi was also equally certain that Yan Wei would never really do this.

Yan Wei at this moment was more like she was holding back a breath, wanting to push them both even harder, and then get a result that would never, ever change.

Time seemed to be at a stalemate there.

Yan Wei suddenly stood up. She casually draped her nightgown over her shoulders and got off Jiang Mi.

Soon, she came back from the room with a tube of ointment and returned to the side of the sofa. She unscrewed the lid, scooped out some cool ointment with her fingertips, and silently bent down, applying it to Jiang Mi’s reddened wrist from the handcuffs.

Jiang Mi didn’t say anything about unlocking the handcuffs. The only sound in the air was their intertwined breathing and the faint, sticky sound of the ointment being spread. A tacit stalemate was torn open in the silence.

After applying the medicine, Yan Wei walked straight to the wine cabinet, opened a bottle of red wine, and without using a glass, she drank it straight from the bottle.

The dark red liquid slid down the corners of her lips, soaking the front of her nightgown.

She drank very quickly, as if she wanted to use the alcohol to extinguish the churning unease and agitation in her heart. Only after the bottle was half empty did she stop. With her back to Jiang Mi, she asked in a hoarse voice, “Will you leave?”

Jiang Mi shook her head, and the slight movement made a faint sound from the handcuffs.

But in fact, Yan Wei hadn’t seen it.

It was as if she hadn’t really wanted to get an answer when she had asked this question.

Yan Wei was silent for a few seconds. She put down the wine bottle, turned her head, and lightly pressed the handcuff, unlocking it.

The crisp sound of the metal buckle springing open was particularly clear in the quiet room. She didn’t look at Jiang Mi again and turned to walk into the bedroom.

The door closed.

Jiang Mi sat up and looked at the closed door.

**

She did not sleep well that night. Chaotic dreams were intertwined with fear and desire.

When Yan Wei woke up, the room was dark. It was unclear what time it was.

She lay on the bed, holding her breath and listening to the movement outside—it was a dead silence.

Her heart was as if it had been squeezed by a cold hand. She closed her eyes. She could almost imagine the empty living room and the figure that had long since left. After struggling for a moment, she still got up and gently turned the bedroom doorknob.

However, outside the door was not the empty space she had expected.

Jiang Mi was sitting in a chair by the dining table, her head lowered, focused on her phone screen. The light from outside the window outlined a faint silhouette. On the table was bread and a glass of milk.

Everything seemed so normal.

Last night even seemed like a dream that Yan Wei had imagined.

Yan Wei was slightly stunned in place, and for a moment, she forgot to react, until Jiang Mi looked up and her gaze met hers.

Perhaps because she was much more sober, Yan Wei’s usual coolness and indifference had all returned to her. But her tone was light, with a hint of an undisguised pleasant surprise.

Yan Wei said, “I thought you would leave.”

Jiang Mi asked, “And if I had?”

Yan Wei said, “I would have caught you again.”

She didn’t even hesitate.

But Jiang Mi didn’t find these words so scary. She smiled inexplicably. “Teacher Yan, people still have to obey the law.”

After she finished speaking, Jiang Mi stood up, but she didn’t immediately approach, but maintained a certain distance and continued, “I know you’re testing me, but for you, it’s a risk. You’re thinking, will I really not leave? You’re thinking, should you try to trust me without reservation? You’re betting on whether you’ll lose.”

Yan Wei didn’t reply, but just felt a heat in her eyes. A strange, sour emotion welled up in her heart without any warning, catching her off guard.

She watched Jiang Mi walk towards her step by step, and finally stopped a step away.

“You see,” Jiang Mi’s voice slowed down a little, “trust is not that hard. It doesn’t require you to threaten me, it doesn’t require you to have someone watch me all the time, and it certainly doesn’t require you to control all my schedules to ensure that I can’t leave.”

Her gaze was calm. “Can you feel the difference between the two for me?”

Yan Wei suddenly felt that Jiang Mi at this moment was very much like a teacher.

This realization made her feel a little strange, and it could even be said to be absurd. But strangely, that restless heart of hers actually slowly calmed down because of these words.

It was as if a long-entangled mess had finally been sorted out.

Jiang Mi took the last step forward, reached out, and gently pulled Yan Wei into her embrace.

This hug was not sensual, but it carried a certain firmness.

“Did you feel it this time?” she asked softly in Yan Wei’s ear, and then, in a clearer, more solemn voice, she said, “I love you.”

To Yan Wei, the moment the snowy mountain collapsed was probably this shocking.

She found that she was actually crying, which even surprised herself.

And a deeper fear also followed—it was precisely because this love was so clearly perceived that she was even more unable to imagine the scene of Jiang Mi leaving.

An almost-obsessive thought grew wildly: she wanted to knead Jiang Mi into her own bones and blood, so that she could never be separated.

But…

Yan Wei suddenly paused.

“What is love like?”

Only their intertwined breathing remained in the room, and the faint morning light that came in through the window.

“What is love like?” she asked again.

Actually, Yan Wei had a vague outline of an answer in her heart, but that area was too unfamiliar.

She had never truly possessed it, and it seemed that she had never completely given such an emotion for anyone.

She also never believed that the so-called love in scripts would really appear in real life.

Jiang Mi didn’t answer immediately. She just looked closer at Yan Wei’s eyes. There was a rare confusion in them, which made her heart soften.

“It’s that I can’t help but worry about you, miss you. Even when I’m angry, the first thought is still to see you.” Jiang Mi’s voice was very slow, and every word carried a temperature that was enough to kill her:

“It’s wanting to hug you, wanting to kiss you. It’s even if I have grievances in my heart, I can’t bear to really turn and leave.”

“It’s knowing that getting close to you will bring trouble, will bring heartache, and still willingly walking towards you. It’s in a crowd of thousands, my eyes can only see you.”

“It’s my whole heart, my whole vision, can only hold you.”

Yan Wei listened quietly, and her tense shoulders unknowingly relaxed, sagging slightly, like a person who had finally unloaded a part of their heavy burden.

If this feeling was love, if this constant attachment, this uncontrollable approach was love… then.

“I love you.”

The corners of Jiang Mi’s lips lifted slightly, and her voice carried a hint of a slight pain. “I know.”