A Flirtatious Beauty Alpha Provokes a Crazy Omega - Chapter 12
Chapter 12: Toying
Due to the schedule, ever since that moment near the lounge, Jiang Mi hadn’t seen Yan Wei for the entire afternoon.
This gave Jiang Mi a bit of breathing room. She could talk big in private all she wanted, but being overheard by the person involved was a whole different matter. Zhao Jia told her not to overthink it.
And it made sense—fans confessing to idols was totally normal.
Yan Wei had probably seen plenty of that before, and she hadn’t reacted much at the time either.
The more Jiang Mi thought about it, the more she calmed down and focused on filming.
…
7 PM.
They wrapped half an hour earlier than Jiang Mi had expected—the scene with Shen Ruoxi went surprisingly smoothly, most takes were approved in one go.
Shen Ruoxi originally suggested grabbing dinner together, but Zhao Jia knew what Jiang Mi had her mind on and tactfully declined on her behalf.
She had planned since the day to bring freshly made juice for Yan Wei.
Back at the hotel, Jiang Mi immediately got to work with the juicer. By the time she finished, it was already past 8 PM.
The sink was littered with peels and cores, and seven or eight colorful glasses of juice lined the table.
Jiang Mi picked the pear juice she was most satisfied with and put it in a bag, then grabbed a paper bag she had been preparing for several days. She also tucked her script into it before heading to the door.
Standing in front of the full-length mirror, she made sure her outfit was decent and she looked presentable.
So what if she had embarrassed herself in front of Yan Wei earlier?
It wasn’t that big of a deal.
…
The hallway smelled faintly of lilies of the valley. The production had rented out the 19th and 20th floors, with strict confidentiality measures. Other than staff, almost no one came up here.
Jiang Mi still wore a bucket hat and took the elevator up to the 20th floor, holding the script in a visible spot.
She glanced around, and when she saw herself in the elevator mirror looking a bit too shady, she straightened her posture.
Room 2019.
She stopped in front of the room in the farthest corner.
Nervously, she rang the doorbell once, waited three seconds, then rang again.
This would be the last time.
Just like before, Jiang Mi stood quietly outside the door, heart ticking with each breath. Her brave expression gradually faded.
She turned to leave.
But after only a few steps, the door behind her suddenly opened.
Jiang Mi froze and turned around. Her pupils narrowed slightly.
Yan Wei stood in the doorway, dressed in a white bathrobe, hair damp, collar slightly open revealing her collarbones—an image too hard to look at directly. Her cool gaze was tinged with scrutiny.
She stared at Jiang Mi in silence.
Jiang Mi felt she shouldn’t be seeing this.
“Teacher Yan,” she greeted.
Yan Wei asked, “What is it?”
Jiang Mi stepped forward. “Are you okay?”
A flicker of confusion flashed in Yan Wei’s eyes.
Jiang Mi added, “I heard someone on set say you injured your hand.”
This industry was full of rumors—turning black into white and vice versa. Yan Wei more or less guessed what was going on, but she didn’t explain.
She quietly studied Jiang Mi, but couldn’t detect any insincerity. Jiang Mi seemed to be genuinely concerned, not faking politeness.
Sometimes Jiang Mi’s actions seemed oddly pure.
It was both normal—and strange.
It stirred something peculiar in Yan Wei.
“I’m fine.”
It was clear she didn’t want to elaborate, so Jiang Mi didn’t press further. She nodded, then handed over the bag quickly: “I brought you a little something. There’s also a small gift inside.”
Yan Wei looked at the bag, recalling something, and her expression softened slightly.
Jiang Mi held the bag out for three seconds.
Yan Wei finally took it.
“Anything else?”
There was a hint of disappointment on Jiang Mi’s face.
Yan Wei’s brows twitched almost imperceptibly. In truth, she had been in a foul mood before Jiang Mi arrived, and now she just wanted to end the conversation quickly. At least right now, she didn’t want to invest time in Jiang Mi.
The physical and emotional stirrings Jiang Mi evoked were one thing—but she didn’t want to get too close.
“There’s one more thing…”
Just then, the elevator dinged from the far end of the hallway. Jiang Mi clearly didn’t want to be seen at Yan Wei’s room. That could affect Yan Wei’s reputation, especially if it involved her family.
Jiang Mi hesitated. “Teacher Yan, can I just say it by your door inside?”
Yan Wei inhaled slowly, like drawing upon all her patience. She let it go quietly.
Then, with an unreadable and complex gaze, she looked at Jiang Mi.
Figures were already moving in the hallway.
The Alpha stood sincerely before her.
Time ticked by like water—one second, then another. For a moment, Yan Wei wondered if Jiang Mi was playing her—testing her, approaching her, seducing her, challenging her. But then again, Jiang Mi didn’t seem to have the acting skills for that.
At least not yet.
After a few seconds…
Yan Wei stepped aside, opening the door just enough to let her in.
The gap cast a narrow shadow on the ground—like a suffocating tunnel—but Jiang Mi stepped in anyway.
Yan Wei’s suite was more spacious and luxurious than the others.
The balcony window was open, letting the curtains billow. A soft scent filled the room—part of it distinctly Yan Wei’s, and another familiar smell Jiang Mi couldn’t quite place.
Jiang Mi stood at the doorway, watching Yan Wei walk inside and said, “I have a day off next week, and I was thinking of visiting Aunt Mo. Would that be okay?”
She wasn’t sure whether Mo Yun would be staying at her own villa or at Yan Wei’s apartment. Either way, she thought it best to give Yan Wei a heads-up, to avoid another situation like before.
Yan Wei walked to the sofa, casually placed the two paper bags on the coffee table, then glanced toward the doorway and said to the slightly nervous girl, “Come in and sit.”
Jiang Mi was a little surprised at the hospitality. Following Yan Wei’s instructions, she took a pair of disposable slippers from the cabinet, put them on, and sat across from her on the single-seater.
She had already said everything she came to say. But since Yan Wei hadn’t responded, she didn’t know what to say next. It felt like she had to improvise, her brain working overtime.
Then she said, “Thank you.”
Yan Wei: “Thank me for what?”
Jiang Mi: “For letting me sit down.”
Yan Wei: “…”
Jiang Mi bit her lip hard.
“Thank you for looking out for me on set. Aunt Mo’s also been very kind. I don’t really have any way to repay you two, so I thought I’d visit her on my day off — but I wanted to ask your permission first.”
This time, her tone was more formal.
Yan Wei still didn’t respond immediately. Jiang Mi assumed that meant a “no.”
But suddenly, Yan Wei asked, “Would you like some water?”
Jiang Mi blinked, surprised again: “Yes, please.”
Then she realized Yan Wei was probably just being polite — and she’d actually accepted.
Yan Wei stood up and walked over to the mini bar. She picked up a glass, and Jiang Mi, remembering she had an injured hand, quickly rushed over.
“I’ll do it,” she said, picking up the kettle to pour the water herself.
They stood very close together, but Jiang Mi didn’t notice at all. Her focus was on the cup, and she didn’t even look at Yan Wei’s hand.
Yan Wei’s gaze moved from Jiang Mi’s fingertips to the side of her face. Ignoring the faint scent of milk, she suddenly asked, “Are you like this with everyone?”
Jiang Mi paused, set down the kettle: “No.”
She wasn’t quite sure what Yan Wei was referring to exactly, but answered instinctively.
It was then that she noticed how close they were. That faint fragrance drew her attention again — she finally recognized it. It was the scent of roses — maybe body wash, maybe essential oil — but mixed with Omega pheromones, it was intoxicating to the point of being dangerous.
She thought of “Qin Shui” in just a second.
And how “Qin Shui” had looked in her palm that night — aroused and full of emotion — also in just a flash.
She hadn’t smelled this scent before… Was Yan Wei using the same fragrance to match her character?
Jiang Mi’s throat tightened, her scalp tingled, and she instinctively stepped back.
She didn’t realize that every little movement was completely visible to Yan Wei.
Yan Wei stared at Jiang Mi for a long moment before turning back to the sofa. She crossed her legs casually and said coldly, “I don’t care about her.”
Jiang Mi remembered their first meeting — Yan Wei and Mo Yun always seemed a bit distant, not particularly close.
Still, this was enough of an answer. Her purpose in coming here was resolved.
She glanced at the water she’d just poured.
Can’t let it go to waste.
She took a few small sips, then stood at the edge of the sofa and looked for another topic. Pointing to the bag she’d brought, she said: “It’s pear water. Still warm.”
Yan Wei glanced at the table. “You do seem to keep busy.”
Jiang Mi: “It’s not bad, just filming… Oh, you mean the pear water? Actually, the morning juices and soy milk are usually made by Zhao Jia. This one, I did myself.”
She’d tested several fruits, and this one had the best texture when juiced — perfect for this time of day. Not too sweet, so it wouldn’t burden Yan Wei.
Yan Wei glanced at the other bag, surprisingly asking, “What’s in that?”
Jiang Mi quickly explained, “It’s a gift. I meant to give it to you on the first day of filming but couldn’t find the right moment.”
She added, “I hope you like it.”
Yan Wei didn’t respond. Her expression unreadable. Then her gaze landed on the script nearby. Jiang Mi, a little proud, said honestly: “I brought a script to make it look like work, just in case someone saw or tried to take a picture.”
After saying that, she looked at Yan Wei — and the next second, their eyes met.
The breeze outside the window was warm and a little messy. The white curtain fluttered as if the wind had shape and sound.
It felt like something was about to happen.
Jiang Mi looked at those refined phoenix eyes — they didn’t seem so cold anymore. But recently, Yan Wei’s gaze always made her feel this strange tingling sensation, like something was brushing over her skin — itchy and numb.
Before she could figure out what that feeling was, Yan Wei’s usual distance returned.
Jiang Mi paused for two seconds. Noticing a subtle irritation in her last look, she quickly finished her water and stood up: “It’s getting late. I’ll stop bothering you now.”
Yan Wei didn’t say anything. Jiang Mi walked out quickly, unsure if Yan Wei looked back at her.
The door closed.
Jiang Mi walked down the hallway, staring at the deep blue carpet, step by slow step. Today, aside from on set, this was the most Yan Wei had ever spoken to her.
But clearly, Yan Wei was still keeping her at a distance.
Inside the room, Yan Wei sat on the sofa for a long time. Her gaze drifted from the coffee table, then she pulled out a cigarette and lighter from her bag. Walking to the balcony, she shut the sliding glass door behind her and stared out the window.
She held the cigarette between her fingers, took a drag.
The faint smoke dissipated quickly, blending into the air. It dulled the scent of milk lingering in the room, and her expression grew more unreadable.
Back in the living room, her gaze settled on the water glass still on the table — droplets still clinging to the outside.
She focused on the rim.
Her fingertip slowly reached out, touched the water, and pressed down hard enough to knock the glass over, soaking her entire finger.