A Flirtatious Beauty Alpha Provokes a Crazy Omega - Chapter 21
Chapter 21: Cold Compress
The rich aroma of coffee mixed with the faint brandy scent of the pheromones drifted freely around Jiang Mi, enveloping her senses. Her gaze quickly landed on the ice pack in Bai Qiu’s hands, and she paused for a moment in surprise.
Then she finally looked up at the owner of the room.
Yan Wei was sitting on a high stool, her back to the door, a gray cashmere shawl loosely draped around her shoulders and neck. Her back tapered into a waistline so smooth it was almost startling.
Just as Jiang Mi was about to speak, a cool voice rang out:
“Something you need?”
Jiang Mi’s gaze shifted to the pearl earring on Yan Wei’s earlobe. “Is it badly hurt? Was it because I pushed you too hard?”
As she asked, she glanced sideways at Bai Qiu—whose subtle nod was perfectly reflected in the mirror behind them.
They seemed to have forgotten that the large mirror behind them could capture every detail.
Yan Wei withdrew her gaze from the mirror and didn’t bother to respond.
“Where is it? Your back or waist? Is it serious?” Jiang Mi asked Bai Qiu, her tone tinged with urgency.
She had suddenly remembered how forcefully she’d pushed Yan Wei during filming and came over just to check—she hadn’t expected it to be serious enough to require an ice pack.
Bai Qiu replied, “On her waist.”
In truth, Bai Qiu hadn’t seen the injury happen either. She only found out when she helped apply the cold compress. Outside of acting, Yan Wei disliked people getting close to her—let alone touching her.
“I’m really sorry, Teacher Yan. I didn’t mean to push so hard,” Jiang Mi said, guilt rising in her voice and a faint crease forming between her brows. “Does it hurt a lot?”
Yan Wei looked up lazily. “Why don’t you try it yourself?”
Jiang Mi nodded. “Sure, you can push me later.”
Yan Wei: “……”
Bai Qiu shot Yan Wei a surprised look. She didn’t expect her to joke.
She was equally surprised by Jiang Mi—who always seemed so cautious and polite with Yan Wei—but up close, didn’t actually seem afraid of her. Not like Bai Qiu or Surui were.
At that moment, Bai Qiu seemed to remember something. “Teacher Yan, Surui said she dropped something off. I’ll go pick it up and be right back.”
The soft click of the door lock left the room in sudden silence.
Jiang Mi took a breath. The scent of coffee seemed to grow stronger in her nose.
She stood still for a few seconds, then looked at the ice pack Bai Qiu had left on the table.
“Teacher Yan, would you like me to help with the cold compress?”
…
“Here?”
The ice pack wrapped in a towel lightly touched Yan Wei’s soft lower back.
“A little higher,” Yan Wei said.
Jiang Mi moved her hand upward. “Here?”
“Mm.”
Yan Wei looked toward the mirror. The high stool had been brought in by Bai Qiu to make cold compressing easier. Jiang Mi was now standing behind her, bending forward slightly. Yan Wei could feel her breath rising and falling, and a faint scent of milk began to mix into the air.
She watched Jiang Mi with quiet calm.
Her small pale face had flushed slightly compared to earlier. Because she was so focused, she blinked less, and the shadows of her eyelashes lingered beneath her eyes.
“Too much pressure?” Yan Wei asked.
“No.”
“If it hurts, tell me—I’ll be gentler.”
“Mm.”
Yan Wei had to admit, Jiang Mi was very patient. The ice pack didn’t just sit in one spot—it gently moved around her waist. The cold was dulled by the towel and her clothes. It almost didn’t feel like ice.
She quietly took a deeper breath, sitting up straighter as the cold pack moved.
To Jiang Mi, the motion looked like she was flinching, and she worried she’d hit a sore spot.
“Did I hurt you?”
Yan Wei lowered her eyes, deep in thought. “Mm.”
Jiang Mi’s movements became even more careful. She eased the pressure and leaned closer to observe Yan Wei’s expression. Her breath brushed lightly against Yan Wei’s neck.
After several rounds of this, Yan Wei finally lost patience. “Focus.”
Jiang Mi felt she was already doing her best, but she still nodded obediently. “Okay.”
Then she happened to catch a glimpse of goosebumps rising on Yan Wei’s pale neck, and she hesitated—her cheeks flushing, she stepped slightly to the side.
Yan Wei sneered inwardly. What now? Just now remembering you’re an Alpha?
Suppressing the thought, Yan Wei bent down to pick up her coffee cup, avoiding the ice pack in Jiang Mi’s hand. “That’s enough.”
Jiang Mi held the ice pack. “Did medical staff come check on it?”
“No need,” Yan Wei replied.
“Did you at least look at it yourself?”
Yan Wei looked up at her over the rim of the cup.
“I just don’t want you to ignore it,” Jiang Mi explained. “If it’s serious, that wouldn’t be good.”
As soon as she said it, she realized how it might sound—like she was meddling. After all, they weren’t that close.
“But since it was my fault, if it still hurts, just let me know. Don’t brush it off,” Jiang Mi added. “I’ll take responsibility.”
Yan Wei gave a silent chuckle—because of her sincerity.
At that, Jiang Mi’s heart gave a loud thud. Outside of their scenes together, she rarely saw Yan Wei smile like this.
Then Yan Wei asked, “And how do you plan to take responsibility?”
“Whatever it takes,” Jiang Mi said. “Until you’re healed.”
Yan Wei didn’t speak for several seconds. She seemed to be mulling that over. Then she set down her cup and her smile faded.
“You’re the kind of person who’ll get taken advantage of,” she said flatly.
“Then would you take advantage of me, Teacher Yan?” Jiang Mi asked in return.
Yan Wei paused. Her eyes were like freshly washed black grapes—quietly confident, waiting for an answer.
She narrowed her eyes slightly and asked slowly, “Do you think you understand me?”
It was just a question—not an accusation.
Jiang Mi shook her head and smiled. “But I don’t think you’d take advantage of me.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re a good person.”
Yan Wei fell silent.
It wasn’t the first time someone had said that to her. In fact, plenty of people had told her she was “good.”
From the moment she won her first Best Actress award, there were no bad people around her. Everyone became kind, tolerant—no matter how outrageous her behavior was, they still said she was “good.”
But in their eyes, there was always greed, desire, ambition.
In contrast, Jiang Mi’s face showed none of that. No hidden agenda, no flattery. It was precisely that sincerity that made Yan Wei feel something close to ironic—and something else she couldn’t yet name.
After a long silence—
“What a pity,” Yan Wei said.
Jiang Mi’s cold fingers began to warm in the silence—but with those two words, they chilled again. She didn’t think she’d said anything wrong, but Yan Wei’s expression told her otherwise.
A knock shattered the stillness.
Bai Qiu returned with two bags. Seeing Jiang Mi still inside, she handed her one. “I grabbed some juice and snacks for you from the fan support truck on set.”
Jiang Mi looked at the logo on the bag. It was the same brand as Yan Wei’s coffee.
Bai Qiu whispered, “It’s from Teacher Yan’s fan support team. Everyone says it’s really nice. I made sure to get your favorite orange juice.”
Jiang Mi suddenly remembered that elegant top-tier Alpha.
Tan Zhaoxin—that was her name, right?
“Thanks. You’re so thoughtful,” Jiang Mi said with a smile, taking the bag. But she didn’t notice how those words made Yan Wei’s expression turn utterly cold.
As she walked out and paused at the door, Jiang Mi turned back politely and asked, “Teacher Yan, I have a friend who’s a fan of yours. Could I get your autograph?”
Yan Wei didn’t look up. After a two-second pause, she said, “Sure.”
Bai Qiu found a few promotional stills from Springtime in the lounge.
Yan Wei signed them quickly.
Jiang Mi bit her lip. “…Could you sign two?”
Yan Wei paused briefly as she capped the pen.
Jiang Mi explained, “I have another friend…”
Yan Wei thought—this was the difference between them.
Some people grow up surrounded by love, live happily, and think the world is full of good people. They believe they themselves should be kind too—like radiant, mobile suns trying to warm everyone around them.
And others—
The pen landed with a sharp flourish on the publicity photo, the final stroke puncturing a small locust flower.
“Jiang Mi,” she said as she handed the autographs over in a completely neutral tone:
“Don’t bring me anything again. I don’t need anything.”