A Flirtatious Beauty Alpha Provokes a Crazy Omega - Chapter 15
Chapter 15: Blur
Red carpet gowns need to be reserved in advance. The next day, during a filming break, Zhao Jia took Jiang Mi to several high-end couture boutiques in Huaicheng.
For events like these, most celebrities borrow gowns from the brands they partner with. Of course, someone like Yan Wei didn’t even need to ask—brands would scramble to work with her.
As for someone like Jiang Mi—not quite top-tier but not entirely unknown either—without any high-end brand endorsements, she could only rely on her own efforts.
This was a rare opportunity, so Zhao Jia was determined to make it work. The store they visited had previously worked with top-tier celebrities like Yan Wei and Shen Ruoxi. However, several dresses Zhao Jia liked had already been reserved.
After browsing for a while, Jiang Mi pointed at a white backless gown and said, “Let’s go with this one.”
Zhao Jia protested, “Too plain. On a regular day, maybe—but not for the red carpet. You can’t afford to look underdressed.”
Jiang Mi replied, “Let’s be realistic—how much did the company allocate for this?”
Zhao Jia was speechless.
Jiang Mi saw right through it and shrugged. “Exactly.”
Zhao Jia waved her hand. “Fine! I’ll pay out of pocket if I have to—get the more expensive one! That one with the crystals.”
The sales assistant chimed in, “That one is currently priced at 230,000 yuan.”
Zhao Jia: “…Do you have the same design without crystals?”
Sales assistant, smiling: “I’m sorry, we don’t at the moment.”
Jiang Mi could sense the assistant was feeling awkward. She leaned closer to Zhao Jia and said, “Sister Zhao, I really like the white one. Don’t you think it looks nice?”
Zhao Jia averted her eyes from the “230,000” price tag to the “23,000” dress. “It’s… not bad.”
Jiang Mi: “Exactly!”
On the way back, Zhao Jia sighed. “Maybe we should still change it. I can stretch to anything under 100,000.”
“No need. This is fine,” Jiang Mi said firmly.
“The company won’t give us a proper budget, and even the top stylists and makeup artists are prioritized for Qin Yao. Mi Mi, should we ask Miss Zhou or Apple for help? Borrowing a luxury gown shouldn’t be a problem.”
Zhou Shanshan was a well-known heiress, and although Apple hadn’t acted in years, she still had deep connections in the fashion world.
Jiang Mi patted Zhao Jia’s shoulder. “I really do think this dress is good.”
“It’s not bad at all. I just think 23,000 doesn’t do you justice.”
Zhao Jia couldn’t help feeling bitter. If the company fully backed Jiang Mi, she’d easily outshine Qin Yao on the red carpet.
“To be honest, I think the real pressure comes when you’re in a position you don’t deserve,” Jiang Mi said sincerely.
She appreciated Zhao Jia’s efforts.
“But I don’t have any notable work yet. If I fight tooth and nail for the front page now— even if I get it—aren’t you scared? Because I am. I’m scared I’ll forget why I entered this industry in the first place. I know you’re not wrong—exposure matters. You only get a voice when you have traffic. But I still believe actors should fight for different things.”
Zhao Jia stayed silent for a long time. Still too young, she thought.
When people are overly young and haven’t seen much of the world, they tend to believe everything is built on passion and hope.
But then again, wasn’t it this very purity in Jiang Mi that she valued?
She waved her hand. “You’re calling me by full name now—how could I abandon you? You’re like that idol—except she’s got Deep Sea Capital backing her. She’s powerful. You? You’re just stubborn.”
Jiang Mi clasped her hands together. “Thanks for the compliment. But the fortune-teller said my fate is the hardest of all.”
Zhao Jia was speechless for a moment. Then suddenly, as if remembering something, she lowered her head and typed a line into her phone, mindful of the driver’s presence.
“Is your heat cycle happening around the time of the red carpet event?”
Jiang Mi thought for a moment. The red carpet was at the end of the month. It could overlap. She nodded. “I’ll be prepared in advance.”
…
The two returned to the set and rested for a short while before prepping for the afternoon shoot.
Director Jiang Qu called Jiang Mi and Yan Wei over to go through the script and discuss scene details. Just as they were wrapping up, someone from the props team quietly reported a technical issue in the indoor set—they needed more time.
Jiang Qu was visibly annoyed but held back his temper. He waved it off and told them to fix it quickly, then lit a cigarette and walked away.
While the makeup artist hurried over for a touch-up, Jiang Mi took something out of her jacket pocket and held it tightly in her palm. She then extended her closed hand toward Yan Wei.
“Teacher Yan, can you hold out your hand?”
Yan Wei: “Why?”
Jiang Mi: “Just do it.”
Yan Wei gave her a look but—somehow—held out her hand, palm facing up. A moment later, Jiang Mi placed a tiny object into it: a small figurine in pastel colors. The base was a pink fox hugging a light blue pillow, with a hand-crank rainbow flower on top.
Jiang Mi beamed like she was presenting a treasure. “I bought it this morning. Cute, right?”
Yan Wei stared at it for a few seconds. Her expression stayed unreadable, but her gaze lingered on the toy—it was probably the first time anyone had given her such a childish gift.
“If you don’t like it, that’s okay.”
Before Jiang Mi could finish, the stage manager shouted for everyone to get ready. She instinctively turned toward the sound. When she looked back, Yan Wei was already gone—walking over to Jiang Qu.
Jiang Mi blinked. So… she accepted it?
…
Filming continued into the evening, and only one scene remained by 7 p.m.
The second night after Qin Shui moved into the building, something unexpected happened—her water heater broke.
At 8 p.m., Bai Xiao had just finished dinner and was heading out for her night shift. Liang Yongping was cleaning up the table when she heard a knock at the door.
She stood by the door and asked, “Who is it?”
“It’s me. Sorry to bother you. My water heater broke, and the landlord told me I could borrow yours. She gave you a heads-up, didn’t she?”
The woman’s voice was as gentle as the first time they met—soft and flowing like water.
Liang Yongping had gotten a call five minutes ago, but she really didn’t want to open the door.
Maybe she would’ve helped if it were someone else. But something about this beautiful woman stirred resistance inside her.
Still, she let Qin Shui in.
On chilly spring nights, Qin Shui stood at the door with arms wrapped around herself. Her hair was already half-wet. Underneath her thin blanket, she wore a white dress.
Soon, the sound of running water echoed through the small apartment.
Liang Yongping was washing dishes in the kitchen. Though her own water was running, the sound from the bathroom somehow seemed sharper, more intrusive.
After cleaning the room for what felt like the third or fourth time, the bathroom door finally opened. A thick scent of roses wafted out with the steam.
Qin Shui stepped out wearing black sandals and a blue camisole, the same thin blanket draped over her shoulders. Her hair was down. She looked like a goddess stepping out of a rose garden.
From that day on, whenever Liang Yongping saw or smelled roses, she would think of this woman.
After Qin Shui thanked her and left, Liang Yongping stepped into the bathroom and stared blankly at the bottle of body wash on the windowsill.
Her mind spun wildly—That woman used this to cover her entire body.
Director Jiang Qu called out: “Good. Now you’re imagining something inappropriate. Watch your expression, your breathing—deepen it. You’re picturing Qin Shui standing right in front of you… Good, good, hold that.”
Yan Wei had already left the set. She stood to the side, wrapped in a coat, eyes fixed on Jiang Mi by the bathroom door.
In the warm, dim light, Jiang Mi’s cheeks flushed pink. Her restrained breathing was like an overfilled balloon—watching her made your chest tighten. Sometimes, even Yan Wei was surprised by how well Jiang Mi could perform.
“Okay, that’s a wrap.”
As soon as the sun set, the temperature dropped. Zhao Jia rushed over to wrap Jiang Mi in a jacket and praised her improvement. But Jiang Mi was quietly sniffing—she’d realized that the scent of that body wash was the same one she’d smelled in Yan Wei’s room the other day.
Out of habit, she looked toward Yan Wei and saw her heading to the lounge.
“Hey, what’s this? Kinda cute.”
Jiang Mi turned back and saw a crew member holding a small toy—the exact figurine she had given to Yan Wei.
Maybe she didn’t like it that much.
Or maybe she dropped it by accident.
It wasn’t a big deal—a small toy wasn’t worth dwelling on.
But Jiang Mi still felt a soft buzzing in her ears, like a wave gently flooding her chest. In that moment, all the warmth she’d felt with Yan Wei over the past few days suddenly… blurred.
Zhao Jia didn’t notice. She just looked at Jiang Mi’s subtly shifting expression and asked, “Tired?”
Jiang Mi smiled. “No way. I’m young.”
Zhao Jia: “Even young people get tired, girl. You’ve got the day off tomorrow. Stay in the hotel and get some sleep.”
Jiang Mi nodded, stealing one last glance toward where Yan Wei had gone—only to find she was already gone.