A Flirtatious Beauty Alpha Provokes a Crazy Omega - Chapter 11
Chapter 11: Preferences
“Cut! Excellent!”
At the very end of the scene, Liang Yongping pushed Yan Wei away, and a single tear fell at just the right moment. The camera zoomed in—beauty and sorrow captured perfectly.
Director Jiang Qu stood up, face full of satisfaction.
She hadn’t given Jiang Mi any prior notice, only communicated with Yan Wei—that if the camera’s aesthetics allowed, she could consider using a trick angle, but ideally, the kiss should be real.
If Jiang Mi couldn’t maintain the right state during the take, Yan Wei had the skill and experience to fake the kiss convincingly, ensuring the scene still had visual impact.
But Jiang Qu didn’t tell Jiang Mi that—it would’ve taken away the sense of urgency, and hindered her immersion into the role.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Mi gave her a big surprise. Even when Yan Wei “attacked” unexpectedly during the shoot, she accepted it naturally.
Jiang Mi’s nervousness and flushed face didn’t even need acting—Yan Wei must’ve felt the heat coming off her. Jiang Mi suspected Yan Wei could probably hear her heartbeat pounding like crazy.
She wiped away her tears and slowly regulated her breathing. Turning to look at Yan Wei, she found that stunning face—passion and affection from a second ago now replaced by icy calm.
Jiang Mi’s heart suddenly sank.
…
That day’s shoot went exceptionally smoothly. Even Director Jiang Qu praised Jiang Mi several times.
On the way back to the hotel, Jiang Mi was spaced out the entire time. Around her lingered the sweet, rich scent from earlier—like a branch swaying quietly in the dark outside the window.
No matter how dark the sky, it couldn’t change the fact that spring had come. No matter how much she tried to divert her thoughts, she couldn’t deny that, in that moment, she had a distinctly female and Alpha-driven reaction to Yan Wei.
In her mind, the scene played over and over—Yan Wei leaning in, touching her, that fleeting moment when their lips touched. Even the sensation of being kissed on her neck still felt real.
It was like a dream.
Her face was back to the same heat as when they filmed.
Her heart thudded wildly, her glands throbbing as if fueled by oil.
Her heat cycle was still more than half a month away. Technically, she shouldn’t have reacted like that. But she never had before—at least not this strongly.
After the scene, she couldn’t help but feel dazed. Was that reaction hers, or Liang Yongping’s?
That was why she’d tried to study Yan Wei’s expression afterward.
But she had underestimated Yan Wei. Despite any past tension between them, that woman was still her lighthouse.
Acting with such mastery and control—unshaken, unreadable.
What great acting.
When will I be able to do that too? Jiang Mi thought deeply.
Snapped out of her daze, she heard Zhao Jia’s reminder: “Don’t forget to give your gift to Miss Yan today. If you delay any longer, it’s gonna look insincere.”
Jiang Mi agreed.
Zhao Jia gave her a look. “You okay?”
“I’m great,” Jiang Mi answered, coming back to herself.
Zhao Jia stared at her for a few seconds, then chuckled like she saw right through her. “Bet you’re secretly thrilled getting to act with your idol up close.”
“I’m not! I’m a decent person!” Jiang Mi protested.
“Isn’t it normal to be happy acting with your idol? What’s that got to do with being ‘decent’? Unless… you’re thinking indecent things.”
Jiang Mi blurted out the truth: “Not really. I haven’t thought much. It’s just… you know, I’ve never done an intimate scene before—especially not with Yan Wei. So I was just wondering, how many takes will it take for me to be as calm and composed as her?”
Knew it—something was up.
Normally, Jiang Mi could keep her cool around others, but Zhao Jia had known her too long. A slight breeze and she’d spot the waves.
Zhao Jia gently advised, “Everyone has their own pace. You’re passionate and emotional. Once you get into character, it takes you time to shake it off. Yan Wei, on the other hand, seems colder—so she probably handles it differently.”
“Maybe.”
Yan Wei really was incredible.
That day, Jiang Mi felt just how wide the gap between them was.
Yan Wei could detach from the role at any moment. She couldn’t.
…
That evening, Jiang Mi still didn’t manage to give Yan Wei her gift. She knocked on Yan Wei’s door once but got no response.
She wasn’t sure if she wasn’t home or just didn’t want to answer.
She vaguely heard sounds from inside.
Zhao Jia offered to deliver the gift instead, warning Jiang Mi not to turn into a bootlicker. She could understand fangirling, but this was still her person to protect.
Jiang Mi didn’t see it that way though. The incident didn’t affect her mood. In the past, she might’ve taken it personally. But after learning about Yan Wei’s past, she began to understand her better.
She did nice things for Yan Wei without expecting anything back—that way, she wouldn’t spiral into negative emotions.
Why?
Jiang Mi analyzed it herself.
Because Yan Wei had been her idol for a long time. Because she’d been her beloved neighbor “big sister” growing up. Because Aunt Mo had always treated her well. Because now that she had the ability, helping out in small ways felt normal.
And because she’d learned so much from Yan Wei on set. When you’re learning from a genius or expert, even if they have a bad attitude, you suck it up and beg them to teach you, right?
Besides, it’s not like she did much. Just a gift. If Yan Wei wanted alone time or had her guard up, that was totally understandable. She’d just try again sincerely. Even Liu Bei paid three visits to the cottage.
If it didn’t work out, so be it. She wasn’t about to be a simp.
…Well, maybe she was just a little heartbroken for Yan Wei.
Zhao Jia was impressed by her mindset: “You know, I think you’d be great at giving lectures.”
“I actually used to dream of being a teacher when I was a kid,” Jiang Mi said.
Zhao Jia: “Like… cult leader style.”
Jiang Mi: “…Get out.”
Zhao Jia saw that she seemed more relaxed and laughed. “Alright, Jiang Bei, your big sis Zhao wishes you success in your star-chasing mission.”
…
The next morning, Zhao Jia got two breakfasts as usual. Today, no hot soy milk—just a refreshing orange juice and two soft-boiled eggs. Zhao Jia wasn’t a fan of this combo, but Jiang Mi had tried it once and liked it.
Jiang Mi arrived early on set, only to find that Yan Wei was already sitting outside in the rest tent. She sat in a blue canvas folding chair, draped in a loose white coat, long legs crossed gracefully. Her hair was tied up, eyes down, reading the script.
No matter how early Jiang Mi arrived, Yan Wei was always earlier.
Talent isn’t scary. Hardworking talent is scary.
Does she never rest? Jiang Mi wondered.
Seeing Yan Wei inevitably reminded her of that kiss—but it was always followed by the cold, professional look Yan Wei gave when she left set.
“Miss Yan,” Jiang Mi greeted with a smile and placed the breakfast on the chair beside her. “Orange juice and eggs. The juice is refreshing and not sour at all, and the eggs are soft-boiled. Try them later.”
As Jiang Mi approached, she brought with her a hint of morning coolness. Whether intentional or not, she stood facing the wind, letting it carry her scent across.
Yan Wei looked up. Jiang Mi still wore a bright smile, lips curved, eyes like crescent moons. She gave off this feeling—no matter what had just happened, the next moment, she’d bounce back and appear in front of you like nothing was wrong.
Just like yesterday.
After the scene ended, Jiang Mi could barely breathe and didn’t even dare meet her eyes. But now she was back, fearless again.
Yan Wei’s eyes swept over her ears, cheeks, lips, neck.
Everything looked normal—not the bl00d-red hue from yesterday.
In that instant, she actually felt a pang of disappointment.
She lowered her gaze again, looking at the hands that had just delivered breakfast—she still remembered those hands, slightly rough. After returning to the hotel, her waist had faint bruises—a faint bluish mark caused by Jiang Mi’s grip.
She had literally left a mark.
She calmly stepped aside.
“Thank you.”
Jiang Mi was pleasantly surprised that Yan Wei didn’t reject her today. But then, Yan Wei added, “I don’t need it. There’s no need to bring me anything in the future either.”
She had said the same thing the first time Jiang Mi brought her breakfast.
Jiang Mi replied breezily, “If you don’t want it, just let Qiu Qiu have it. But this orange juice is really good, I promise.”
She enthusiastically recommended it.
Hearing the name “Qiu Qiu,” Yan Wei’s brow lifted slightly, almost imperceptibly.
Jiang Mi didn’t plan to linger. “See you later then.”
A while later, Bai Qiu returned holding freshly brewed tea. Seeing the items on the chair, she said quietly, “Mi Mi brought things again.”
She glanced at Yan Wei and asked:
“Miss Yan, what should I do with this?”
Yan Wei answered coldly, “You can eat it.”
This is why she found these people annoying. Were they really that close?
Bai Qiu placed the steaming cup of tea by Yan Wei’s hand, then opened the orange juice, cracked the soft-boiled egg, and took a bite, exclaiming in surprise, “She really put in effort. She’s definitely a fan. Warm juice and soft eggs—these are all your favorites.”
Yan Wei looked toward the distance, her eyelashes lowering slightly, and replied without much emotion, “Is that so?”
…
“Mi Mi, thanks! This juice is such a pretty color—it made me crave some,” Shen Ruoxi said.
She popped open the juice. “I’ll return the favor tomorrow with a drink for you. It’s tasty—did you add honey?”
Jiang Mi nodded and praised Zhao Jia, “Zhao Jia helped me make it. She’s got top-notch skills.”
Zhao Jia, overhearing, seized the moment to draw closer: “If you like it, I’ll bring you another tomorrow. No trouble at all.”
Zhao Jia was always smooth—by just saying “tomorrow,” she didn’t come off as too eager, but it still felt friendly. Most people wouldn’t say no.
Sure enough, Shen Ruoxi accepted.
Around 9 a.m., all departments were in place, ready to begin filming.
Liang Yongping changed into a new white long dress. Bai Xiao had just paid and hugged Liang proudly, pleased by the compliments of the store staff.
At that moment, Qin Shui walked out wearing the qipao Liang had admired upon entering—a deep green one with high collars and fitted waist, highlighting her elegant figure. She was stunning.
She looked at them with a faint smile and greeted them.
For some reason, Bai Xiao always felt a strange discomfort whenever she saw this woman.
She glanced at the person beside her, who kept her head down and didn’t return the greeting. Satisfied, Bai Xiao kissed her fiancée’s cheek and pinched her waist. Despite her fiancée flinching in pain, she said with a smile, “We’ll head out first, then.”
Qin Shui returned the smile. No one noticed the slight tremble of her eyelashes or how her fingers dug into her own palm.
After paying, Qin Shui followed them out of the store.
Watching Bai Xiao cling possessively to Liang Yongping, as if trying to fuse their bodies, Qin Shui thought: Once they get home, Bai Xiao will probably be the first to help Liang out of that dress.
Her possessiveness surged to the extreme. The jealousy and love inside her could no longer be hidden. She didn’t just want Liang Yongping’s love—she wanted her body too.
Liang Yongping could only belong to her.
Qin Shui followed behind them.
From the director’s speaker, Jiang Qu’s voice rang out: “Cut—great! Yan Wei’s final look was brilliant, and Jiang Mi and Shen Ruoxi were solid too. That’s a wrap, take a break everyone.”
Yan Wei took the hot water Bai Qiu handed over. As she turned, her gaze unexpectedly drifted toward Jiang Mi’s direction—Jiang Mi was chatting with Shen Ruoxi, standing very close.
“Ah! Miss Yan, your hand is bleeding,” Bai Qiu exclaimed.
Following her voice, Yan Wei belatedly looked down, examining it for a few seconds. Surprise flickered in her eyes—it seemed she hadn’t even realized she was cut. She covered her palm and said calmly, “It’s nothing.”
Bai Qiu said, “Let’s go back to the lounge and disinfect it.”
She had followed Yan Wei for a long time and always admired her—Yan Wei never cared about getting hurt while filming.
Zhao Jia, having heard somehow that Yan Wei was injured, brought it up to Jiang Mi while they were resting in the lounge.
Jiang Mi had just gotten off the phone with her mother, Jiang Youshu, who’d asked if she’d visited Mo Yun lately. Jiang Mi promised that if she had time in the second half of the month, she’d go.
But hearing about Yan Wei’s injury, her head snapped up, fully alert. “Injured? What happened?”
Zhao Jia: “Heard she cut herself during filming. Bled a lot.”
Jiang Mi frowned, grabbed the fruit on the table, and rushed out.
But this time, Bai Qiu didn’t accept her offering. Instead, she stepped outside the lounge and shut the door behind her, speaking with Jiang Mi alone.
With an apologetic look, Bai Qiu said, “Sorry, Mi Mi. Miss Yan’s tired and still resting. We also feel bad accepting things every day—maybe it’s better if you stop bringing stuff.”
Jiang Mi asked, “Is her hand seriously hurt? What did the doctor say?”
Bai Qiu hesitated. “Uh… we’ve disinfected it already, don’t worry.” It wasn’t even something that required a doctor.
“Is disinfecting enough?” Jiang Mi asked softly.
Bai Qiu replied, “…Probably?”
It was just a little cut from a fingernail, easily handled with some alcohol and a bandage. But Jiang Mi’s expression and concerned eyes made her question herself.
Jiang Mi glanced around. “Is it not convenient to say? I understand. Please take good care of her. I’ll leave for now.”
An actress at Yan Wei’s level—any injury would be front-page news, and fans would lose it.
Before Bai Qiu could explain, Jiang Mi had already dashed off.
Bai Qiu stood there, exhaling and opening her mouth, then closing it again. What just happened?
Jiang Mi rushed back to the lounge, grabbed Zhao Jia, and immediately asked for the juice recipe. Then she ordered a juicer to be delivered to the hotel.
Zhao Jia asked, “What’s all this for?”
Jiang Mi said, “I’m going to give Miss Yan a gift later—and I want to make her a fresh juice by hand.”
“How is she?”
“Haven’t seen her. She has an event this afternoon—should be back at the hotel tonight.”
“I’ll check. But what if she still ignores you?”
Jiang Mi replied, “…Then I’ll drink it myself.”
“Nice—know when to push and when to back off, Jiang Beibei.”
“Stop giving me nicknames.”
“You’re so cute, though.”
Zhao Jia secretly approved. For someone like Jiang Mi—normally chill and stubborn—to make the effort to get closer to Yan Wei, it could only be a good thing.
She added, “Just be careful tonight. I’ve got a dinner meeting.”
Jiang Mi immediately defended Yan Wei: “Don’t worry. Miss Yan’s not that kind of person.”
“…I meant be careful with paparazzi. Bring a script or something. You’re an Alpha—I’m not worried about Miss Yan doing anything to you!”
Jiang Mi patted her chest. “You’ve been so cranky lately.”
Zhao Jia huffed a fake growl at her. Jiang Mi leapt up and ran to the door, opening it halfway and mimicking Zhao Jia’s tone exaggeratedly, “Got it, Sister Zhao. For the sake of our Miss Yan, I’ll be super careful.”
She stepped out…
And froze on the spot, smile fading.
Yan Wei’s lounge was farther inside the hallway, so to exit, she had to pass Jiang Mi’s room. Just at that moment, Yan Wei and Bai Qiu were heading to set and walked right past her door.
Yan Wei’s expression was unreadable, while Bai Qiu was all smiles, looking at the now-statue-like Jiang Mi.
Oh my oh my, our Miss Yan!
Caught in the act! The ship sails!