A Flirtatious Beauty Alpha Provokes a Crazy Omega - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Suppression

On the ash-gray fabric sofa, Jiang Mi sat upright with her legs together. She was wearing a pale blue, office-style dress, and wondered if she now looked like someone interviewing for a job.

She adjusted her posture and moved her hands, which were folded on her lap, taking a silent breath before trying to appear natural as she glanced at the single-seat sofa to her side.
“Yan… Teacher Yan, I always thought you had the same surname as Aunt Mo, so I didn’t expect…”

As a child, she had only heard someone call her “Weiwei,” so it hadn’t occurred to her that the older sister she had once known was actually Yan Wei.

Facing that stunningly pale and beautiful face, Jiang Mi stumbled over her words. Not wanting to seem like she was trying to get close deliberately, she kept things brief.

“I was a bit surprised to see you just now, sorry—hope I didn’t startle you.”

Her hands were hot and sweaty, like they’d just been pulled from warm water—though only she knew that.
Her gland was pulsing faster with her racing heart, and even though she tried to breathe as lightly as possible, she could still smell the faint sweet and cool scent of brandy… Again, only she knew that.

Jiang Mi didn’t dare dwell on what she was smelling. All her attention was focused on waiting.

After a few seconds—

“You’re called Jiang Mi?”

The voice was light and distant, even colder than she sounded on screen—not what Jiang Mi had imagined.

Yan Wei had her dark hair casually tied at the back, her locks jet black and glossy. She wore a high-neck cream knit top paired with a black leather skirt. With one leg crossed over the other, her cold-white calf exposed, she bent slightly to place the glass in her hand onto the frosted glass coffee table.

As the cup landed, the jade bracelet on Yan Wei’s left wrist gave a faint clink, making Jiang Mi’s heart skip again.

Jiang Mi nodded. She wasn’t disappointed by the question. So many years had passed, and with Yan Wei’s busy life, it made sense she didn’t remember her.

She introduced herself earnestly: “Jiang, as in ‘ginger,’ and Mi, as in ‘amend.’”

Yan Wei was also scrutinizing the woman before her. The entertainment industry was full of people, and she had no impression of this person or her name. Just a few days ago, she’d heard Mo Xi brought an Alpha back to the house, which was why she’d hurried back. She hadn’t expected Mo Xi to keep the full truth from her—she hadn’t said who it was.

Clearly, Mo Xi hadn’t told Jiang Mi who she was, either.

Of course. Her mother and sister had gotten into the habit lately of doing things first and informing her later.

A chill flickered in Yan Wei’s eyes. A strange heat began burning within her body—her gland reacting like it had caught fire. She was certain the heat had started the moment she came into contact with the Alpha in front of her.

There was no detectable pheromone from an Alpha in the air, yet that sweet, milky scent was undeniably filling her lungs, like it was wrapping around her, threatening to trap her.

Her gaze grew colder. The girl was clearly unaware of any of this.

She couldn’t even hear what Jiang Mi was saying anymore.

“Teacher Yan, I’m truly happy to meet you. Actually, I’ve been your—”

“I don’t really remember much from my childhood,” Yan Wei interrupted as she looked up. “So to me, you’re basically a stranger.”

Jiang Mi froze. “Ah, I see. I understand.”

“I’ll be staying in Huaicheng for a while. I’m not comfortable with strangers staying in my home. I hope you can understand that.”

“Of course, I understand. I never intended to stay here—not at all.”

Jiang Mi felt conflicted. She had followed this idol for years. The excitement, nervousness, and anticipation she felt were magnified every second.

But her rationality and morals had vanished the moment she realized the “older sister” she had adored since childhood and her idol, Yan Wei, were the same person. She had never planned to stay.

Still, hearing Yan Wei say it out loud… felt different.

She said Jiang Mi was just a stranger.

It was perfectly reasonable.

Even so, Jiang Mi felt like she’d already gotten more than she deserved—after all, she’d even hugged Yan Wei.

Just thinking about that seemed to make the scent of brandy in the air grow stronger.

Jiang Mi knew exactly what that meant. In this world, only two kinds of people could smell someone else’s pheromones:

Either the other person was currently in heat and deliberately releasing their pheromones to seduce someone else…

Or—they had an extremely high compatibility. A perfect match.

It clearly wasn’t the former. She wasn’t worthy of that.

As for the latter… Jiang Mi suddenly felt nervous and guilty. Her palms were even sweatier. She just hoped her face wasn’t too red—and that her heartbeat wasn’t loud enough for Yan Wei to hear.

As ridiculous as it was, that was the only explanation left. Fortunately, judging by Yan Wei’s reaction, she probably couldn’t smell anything. As long as Jiang Mi pretended it wasn’t happening, there wouldn’t be any awkwardness or problems.

What Jiang Mi didn’t know was that Yan Wei wasn’t doing so well either. Her gland was throbbing wildly, like a red-hot needle was poking at the gland opening, each breath pulling and stirring her bl00d, raising her body temperature further.

When Jiang Mi got up, she moved calmly—there was no indication that Yan Wei intended to see her out.

In fact, Yan Wei found this Alpha annoyingly slow to leave.

“Then I’ll go now, Teacher Yan… It was a pleasure to meet you.”

Jiang Mi didn’t get a reply. She quickly walked to the door and had just touched the cool handle when the digital lock beeped and opened from the outside. She pulled her hand back as a relatively unfamiliar older woman entered, looking at her with surprise and delight.

“Is that Mi Mi?”

Jiang Mi blinked in confusion. “Aunt Mo?”

Her mother had told her that Mo Yun was fifty this year. She was surprised—Mo Yun looked much older than her age. Her hair was mostly gray, uncolored, and she wore a simple, loose-fitting linen dress. Still, traces of her beauty remained.

Mo Yun took her hand. “Oh, you’re so pretty—much prettier than on TV. Did you come to open the door for me?”

Jiang Mi: “…” I was opening it for myself.

“So sweet. Come on, let’s go inside and talk. You don’t know how happy I was when your mother told me you were coming to Huaicheng. We don’t socialize much here anymore. It’s comforting to see an old friend’s child again.”

Jiang Mi was flustered by her warmth but glanced toward the woman on the sofa who still hadn’t looked up. She was about to politely refuse, when she heard Aunt Mo’s voice choke up.

Startled, she looked up—and sure enough, Mo Yun’s eyes were red.

Jiang Mi didn’t know how to handle people crying—especially an older woman with a head of white hair.

Panicked, she said, “Aunt Mo, what’s wrong?”

“I was just thinking about the days when we were neighbors. It wasn’t long, but your mother and I always got along so well. We only just reconnected after all this time—it makes me emotional. Mi Mi… while you’re in Huaicheng, stay here. I’ll stop by often to help your mother look after you.”

“No no no no no.” Jiang Mi’s alarm bells rang. She didn’t even dare glance at the sofa. “The film crew is putting us up in a hotel. It’s more convenient for work anyway—really, no trouble at all.”

Mo Yun’s eyes were filled with obvious sorrow, making Jiang Mi feel guilty. Her hand was held tightly.

“Then stay a little while and chat with Auntie,” Mo Yun said gently. “I want to hear how you and your mom have been all these years, okay? You can stay the night—I’ve already prepared everything for you.”

She honestly hadn’t expected that she and her mother held such a dear place in Mo Yun’s heart.

But she also keenly sensed a gaze from the sofa. Sure enough, the next second, she heard a movement.

Yan Wei stood up. “She has her own things to do. When Mo Xi gets back, you’ll have company.”

Mo Yun’s eyes welled up with tears. “She has things to do, or you do? Can’t you just let me be happy for once?”

Jiang Mi was totally stunned by the situation. How did the mood shift so fast?

Now whether she stayed or not—it was awkward either way.

“Don’t mind her,” Mo Yun said, pulling out a handkerchief to wipe her tears, clearly not wanting the younger generation to see her cry.

Jiang Mi looked at the woman’s flushed face, red from emotion, and truly felt a pang of sympathy. Mo Yun was about her mother’s age—if it had been her own mom like this, she’d be heartbroken.

But when she lifted her gaze, she met Yan Wei’s icy eyes, as if they were saying: Try staying, and I’ll throw your entire fan status into the sea to feed the fish.

Mo Yun turned to her and asked: “Mi Mi, can you stay?”

Jiang Mi sighed and looked at Yan Wei. “Weiwei, can I stay?”

Yan Wei: “…”

Jiang Mi didn’t say anything more. She just stared into the Alpha’s beautiful peach blossom eyes, full of hesitation, sincerity, guilt, and embarrassment. So convincing she couldn’t even tell if it was real. What a waste if she didn’t become an actress.

Yan Wei felt a simmering irritation, her gland discomfort making it hard to speak further. She stared at Jiang Mi for two seconds, then, expressionless, walked past both of them and went straight into the study.

Jiang Mi: “…”

Great. She’s mad.

First time meeting her idol, and she already pissed her off.
Good job, Jiang Mi. You might as well go back to dreaming.

As Yan Wei reached the hallway, Jiang Mi heard Mo Yun say behind her:
“Your study door is broken, still hasn’t been fixed. You’ll have to sleep in the bedroom tonight.”

Apparently it wasn’t too badly broken, because the study door still closed.

So Jiang Mi stayed in the living room, chatting with Mo Yun until dinnertime. Yan Wei never came out of the study. Maybe Jiang Mi had been glancing over too often, because eventually Mo Yun brought it up:

“She’s always slept in the study since she was little. Doesn’t like sleeping in bedrooms.”

Jiang Mi was genuinely surprised. She wondered: What did Yan Wei do when staying in hotels for filming?

Since she was preparing for an audition, Jiang Mi had been cutting carbs lately. She only ate a little at dinner and then continued chatting with Mo Yun for quite a while, until Mo Yun finally took her to her room.

A 200-square-meter flat. Down the hallway from the living room were six rooms.

On the left:

First: Guest bathroom

Second: Mo Xi’s room

Third: Jiang Mi’s guest room

Fourth: The study

On the right:

First (opposite hers): Mo Yun’s room

Second (opposite the study): Likely the master bedroom

When she opened the door, the décor was simple in beige and gray. A blue and white polka-dot rug on the floor. On the wall, a dark blue island painting.
And on the nightstand—a few white roses in a vase.

Mo Yun smiled. “Your mom told me you love white roses. Do you like it? I wasn’t sure about the sleepwear though, so I gave you something from Mo Xi—she only wore it once. If you don’t mind, try that. The underwear is brand new.”

Jiang Mi felt completely overwhelmed by the care. She barely had any memories of Mo Yun, yet the woman treated her with such attentiveness. She thanked her sincerely.

Mo Yun seemed to notice her fatigue and didn’t press further. She just urged her to wash up and rest early.

But Jiang Mi didn’t immediately go to the bathroom. She sat on the single sofa, opened her phone, and saw dozens of WeChat messages.

From a group chat.

It all started because, overwhelmed with nerves after seeing Yan Wei, she had sent two messages in the group:

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh”
“I’m at my idol’s house right now, ahhhhhhhh AHHH”

Scrolling back:

apple: “Yan Wei?”
Shanshan: “? You lost it? She lost it?”
apple: “But Mi Mi only has one idol.”
Shanshan: “Unless I see her with my own eyes, I won’t believe it.”
…
Shanshan: “Where are you?? Clarify right now!”
Shanshan: “?? If you don’t respond I’ll start believing it…”
Shanshan: “Babe, I may have spoken too harshly earlier, but your dearest friend wants Teacher Yan’s signed photo. Can you make that happen?”

Jiang Mi thought of Yan Wei’s attitude toward her… these three in the group would never betray her, even if the world ended, but since it involved Yan Wei—and now she was staying at her house—she figured she should handle it quietly.

She replied: “Don’t believe it. Sent it by mistake.”

Then muted the group, messaged her mom to say she was safe, and got up sadly to go wash up.

The house was quiet, dimly lit.

She instinctively glanced at the tightly closed study door, then turned into the bathroom.

Thirty minutes later, she came out in a pink short-sleeved nightdress. The faintest sweetness lingered in the air, and she forced herself to focus, walking toward her bedroom.

Suddenly, she heard a soft “creak” next door. She looked down and saw—light from inside the study spilling into the dark corridor.

A soft breeze drifted in from the end of the hallway window.

The study door had either been blown open, or someone had opened it. The spreading light lit the hallway like a full moon breaking through clouds—brightening gradually, like some sort of ceremonial invitation.

If she had a chance to choose again, Jiang Mi definitely would not take this step.

She should never have played the curious cat.

Jiang Mi blinked. She thought maybe she could say hello or explain herself, to soften the bad impression Yan Wei had of her. That craving for connection moved her feet before she could think.

And she stepped to the doorway of the study.

There, she saw:

Yan Wei sitting sideways in her chair, one elbow resting on the desk, her fair hand pushing an inhibitor syringe into her gland.

At the same time, her body was trembling, her snow-white neck flushed pink, hair damp and clinging to the veins on her skin.
The Omega’s teeth bit tightly into her lips as she leaned her head back, trying to suppress her breathing. But when she couldn’t hold it anymore, a soft, trembling sound escaped her mouth…

Jiang Mi stood frozen. Just as she realized she should run—

Yan Wei had already pulled the needle out, and, like a killer suddenly opening her eyes in a movie, turned to her coldly.

Jiang Mi: “…”