A Flirtatious Beauty Alpha Provokes a Crazy Omega - Chapter 25

Chapter 25: “Desire”

 

The sticky air clung to them like glue.

 

Those sharp phoenix eyes stared her down, but Jiang Mi didn’t back away. If she weren’t so familiar with this face, she might have thought this Yan Wei was a fake.

 

If she couldn’t smell Yan Wei’s scent, she would have assumed she was being played with.

 

But in reality, the scent of brandy was becoming increasingly distinct. When an Alpha or Omega entered pre-heat, their pheromones changed slightly—besides growing stronger, they took on a faint, clean scent, like seawater.

 

Jiang Mi took a deep breath. There was now only one step of space between them. If either of them moved closer, they would make contact. The atmosphere was so taut that even a falling pin could set off ripples.

 

“How should I try it?”

 

At worst, she’d tear the heavens apart—so what if things got worse?

 

Jiang Mi’s usually well-controlled pheromones were starting to slip. Her glands pulsed like a heartbeat—she was actively trying to dominate Yan Wei.

 

Yan Wei’s legs were starting to go weak. She had known from the beginning that Jiang Mi was no ordinary Alpha. She could barely handle Jiang Mi’s pheromones before she even hit full heat—so what would happen once it truly began?

 

“What do you think? Want me to teach you again?” Yan Wei’s voice was tinged with a lazy softness brought on by the loss of strength.

 

Jiang Mi paused, then smiled faintly. “Like our last kissing scene?”

 

She was probing, too.

 

Her eyes lingered on Yan Wei’s lips, remembering their softness and violence. She stepped forward and grabbed Yan Wei’s fingers with a backward twist. In her heart she thought: just pretend I’ve gone mad.

 

She pushed Yan Wei back, pinning her against the door.

 

“Let me try—Ms. Yan, tell me if I’m doing it right.”

 

Yan Wei narrowed her eyes, gaze dark and knowing. Jiang Mi probably had no idea how her feigned calm—paired with flushed cheeks—made her look even more alluring.

 

Yan Wei didn’t move or speak, but her heartbeat thundered in her chest.

 

The moment Jiang Mi kissed her, Yan Wei shuddered hard. The inexperienced Alpha didn’t use her tongue—she gently bit open Yan Wei’s lips. It hurt a little, but somehow, that made it even better.

 

Yan Wei parted her lips, letting Jiang Mi “practice” how to take revenge on her.

 

Pressed against the door, Yan Wei instinctively tilted her head back, baring her neck. It felt so good—so good she didn’t want it to end.

 

The kiss lasted quite a while.

 

What a shame.

 

Yan Wei’s eyes were filled with an unwilling sense of loss.

 

What a pity—Jiang Mi was out of time.

 

Footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door. Jiang Mi opened her eyes and saw Yan Wei’s reddened eyes. Her heart skipped. She looked up and listened closely to the sounds outside.

 

The next moment, Yan Wei reached out and wiped her thumb gently across Jiang Mi’s lips.

 

“Is someone in there? Weiwei?”

 

Jiang Mi heard Surui’s voice. She looked at Yan Wei and asked quietly, “It’s Surui? So you knew what was going on today?”

 

Leaning against the door, Yan Wei glanced at herself in the mirror. Her lipstick had been completely kissed away by Jiang Mi, leaving behind a new shade.

 

She didn’t answer the question directly. Instead, she said, “Use the suppressant. Walk the red carpet. Come find me after.”

 

The door opened.

 

Behind Surui stood a makeup artist and a stylist. They were visibly surprised to see Jiang Mi. Surui, however, was more composed—after all, she’d already gathered the situation from the black fan earlier.

 

Just another dirty trick in this industry. Nothing new.

 

What shocked her more was seeing Yan Wei. It was obvious Yan Wei had no intention of hiding what happened. Otherwise, she’d have fixed her kiss-swollen lips first.

 

Surui took another discreet look at Jiang Mi. This little Alpha—pretty impressive.

 

Looks like she’s found herself a powerful backer.

 

“Miss Jiang, you’ve got eight minutes left,” Surui approached and gently patted her on the shoulder, her tone much more friendly now. “Don’t worry—they’ll help you.”

 

Jiang Mi had so many questions. Like: how did Yan Wei know she was here? And what exactly did that moment between them mean?

 

But now wasn’t the time.

 

Her eyes met Yan Wei’s.

 

Yan Wei said calmly, “Walk out with your back straight. Crush her, then come back to me.”

 

Surui heard that and couldn’t help but pause. Yan Wei was generally not a vengeful person. There were very few things in the world she cared about. But once something caught her eye…

 

Yes, Yan Wei wasn’t usually vengeful.

 

But once she set her mind on something, it wasn’t revenge—it was destruction.

 

Jiang Mi, on the other hand, was suddenly energized. Her earlier thoughts of giving up vanished in an instant.

 

She still had time. She even had someone on her side. She hadn’t lost her chance yet.

 

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Mi stood in the restroom, facing the bright mirror. Her gaze turned resolute.

 

Yan Wei was right. If she gave up now, the one who sabotaged her would only feel more triumphant. And besides—this wasn’t the time to quit.

 

She looked at Yan Wei and gave a small nod.

 

…

 

Yan Wei sat on the lounge’s sofa, flipping through a copy of Confessions magazine. She turned the pages quickly—a sign she was losing patience.

 

That’s why Surui always timed her reminders to be just right before Yan Wei needed to leave.

 

Outside of acting, Yan Wei didn’t have much patience.

 

But Jiang Mi’s part would be done in just a few more minutes. No one knew what kind of spell Jiang Mi had cast on her. There hadn’t been any obvious changes, yet suddenly, Yan Wei was completely restless.

 

Surui paused, then thought—maybe it was just unfulfilled desire?

 

She quietly retracted her gaze, then said after a few seconds, “Weiwei, if you have any particular plans, let me know in advance so I can get the PR team ready.”

 

Yan Wei looked over, eyes slightly confused.

 

Surui tentatively asked, “I mean, if you’re thinking about… starting a relationship…”

 

“Relationship?” Yan Wei repeated, as if unfamiliar with the word. She thought for two seconds, then looked back down at the magazine. “No.”

 

Surui exhaled and nodded. That made things easier. As long as they weren’t caught on camera, there wasn’t much to worry about.

 

Yan Wei wasn’t that young anymore—having needs was normal. Maybe Jiang Mi really had some unique appeal. Still, Surui would need to remind Jiang Mi’s people to be careful and avoid getting caught in a scandal.

 

At that moment, a knock interrupted the sound of pages flipping. A stylist entered: “Surui-jie, these are the clothes Ms. Jiang changed out of earlier. The door’s locked over there—where should I put them?”

 

Surui took them and placed them on an empty chair. Jiang Mi had borrowed one of Yan Wei’s backup gowns today. Luckily, their sizes weren’t that different.

 

“What about the black fan situation? Leave it to Miss Jiang?” someone asked.

 

Yan Wei’s pale mauve fingernails lightly scraped the magazine page. Her voice carried a hint of impatience: “Apology videos. One for her family, her school, her workplace—everywhere. One for each.”

 

Surui hesitated. “These kids don’t handle pressure well nowadays… isn’t that a bit…”

 

Too harsh?

 

That girl was barely in her twenties. She might even be a student. After being caught, she had already tearfully recorded an apology video. No one would want such a shameful moment made public to everyone they knew.

 

Yan Wei let out a calm laugh and closed the magazine. “Then how’s your stress tolerance?”

 

Surui: “…”

 

Surui took a deep breath. Of course, she wasn’t going to throw away her career for some idiot who’d been used.

 

Yan Wei had always acted based solely on her own likes and dislikes. If she ever went off the deep end, she could easily drag others down with her—she had done it before.

 

But Surui wasn’t Yan Wei. She had to leave a way out for herself and others. When it came to sensitive places like schools, they had to tread carefully.

 

Surui offered a piece of good news: “I passed along your message to Qin Yao’s company. They just responded—they’ll handle it in a way Miss Jiang will be satisfied with.”

 

Yan Wei gave a noncommittal “Mm.” Surui, sensing her mood might snap at any moment, added quickly: “I’ll go check the front desk.”

 

Once Surui left the room, Yan Wei tossed the magazine onto the table. She rubbed her temples—she hadn’t slept well the past few days, and Jiang Mi’s pheromones had overwhelmed her earlier. It had taken a long time to recover, and now the exhaustion was hitting her hard.

 

But faintly, she smelled a familiar scent in the air again.

 

It was coming from the bag that held Jiang Mi’s clothes.

 

The smell of milk and light, sweet perfume.

 

Jiang Mi rarely used perfume. Perhaps because of the event today, she’d applied a touch of a fresh, sweet fragrance that mingled with her milky scent—it smelled like caramel candy.

 

That scent drifted lightly through the air, reaching Yan Wei’s nostrils. She inhaled gently and felt as if a piece of milk candy had melted on her tongue, its sweetness spreading through her entire body.

 

Her gaze fell on the bag.

 

From her vantage point, something appeared to be stuck to the clothes.

 

Normally, such a detail wouldn’t have caught Yan Wei’s attention. But today, strangely, it did. Curiously, she walked over. Her dress limited her movement, so she bent down slightly and carefully peeled a circular patch off the damp dress.

 

It was a skin-colored suppressant patch, the kind that tightly sealed Jiang Mi’s scent glands. Even though it had been soaked through, it still retained Jiang Mi’s pheromones.

 

Realizing this, Yan Wei’s fingertips felt like they were holding a burning piece of iron, searing hot, making her pulse twitch.

 

She stared at the patch for a few seconds, as if disgusted by her own reaction, then irritably threw it into the trash.

 

But her dizziness only worsened.

 

It must be because she had been exposed to too much of Jiang Mi’s pheromones today. The effects were more intense than usual.

 

Her temples throbbed rapidly, and every artery in her body pulsed with heat—she urgently needed something to calm her down.

 

In her mind, Jiang Mi’s delicate face reappeared—her brows, the tip of her nose, her lips… and her gleaming white teeth, damp with saliva—

 

This time, even her scent glands were starting to act up.

 

…

 

One minute before the red carpet began, Zhao Jia finally arrived.

 

She took one look at Jiang Mi, who was dressed in a silver, cinched gown that fit her body like it was pressed on—smooth lines, no extra curves. The halter-neck design plunged in a deep V down to the sternum, with a diamond necklace nestled between her peach-shaped cleavage. Her back was bare, and even without foundation, her skin was blindingly pale.

 

Her makeup was flawless.

 

Everything about this look suited Jiang Mi perfectly.

 

Zhao Jia had seen Jiang Mi look beautiful before, but this particular style was a first—it stunned her. Just one look, and she knew: this red carpet walk was a win.

 

Not to mention the sudden flurry of camera flashes and everyone’s surprise at seeing Jiang Mi.

 

Her sharp instincts picked up the scent of “opportunity.”

 

While Jiang Mi signed her name under the spotlight, Zhao Jia wired the leftover dress budget to three major influencers and set aside funds for trending hashtags.

 

Though she might not even need to spend her own money—any half-sensible company would by now realize that Jiang Mi had market value.

 

And Qin Yao wasn’t the only cash cow.

 

As Jiang Mi stepped off the red carpet, she could already sense a shift in the air around her.

 

She noticed that when she made eye contact with people, there was more friendliness in their expressions.

 

Zhao Jia draped a tasseled shawl over her shoulders and, upon hearing what had happened in her absence, was both shocked and grateful—especially when she learned that Yan Wei had stepped in to help, even providing the dress Jiang Mi was wearing. It was a mix of fortune and frustration.

 

“I left in a rush and forgot my phone in the car,” Jiang Mi said. “Then the hotel room lock jammed—I couldn’t get in. It really delayed me.”

 

She always put a positive spin on things. Zhao Jia couldn’t tell how much was true, but if Yan Wei had gotten involved, it clearly wasn’t something as trivial as a spilled drink.

 

“Did you see who it was?”

 

“No,” Jiang Mi said. “Just someone in purple.”

 

She seemed distracted. In the rush to walk the red carpet, she hadn’t applied a suppressant patch or injection. Although her nervousness had calmed the urge somewhat, there was still lingering discomfort.

 

Zhao Jia’s face turned cold. “Qin Yao’s support color is purple.”

 

But that alone wasn’t enough to go on. Finding the person responsible would require police involvement, and DK might not fully cooperate.

 

Plus, going to the police wasn’t in their best interest—it could negatively impact the production.

 

Jiang Mi didn’t seem upbeat either. She said slowly, “Yan Wei might have a lead.”

 

Zhao Jia followed up, “I’ll ask her, then.”

 

“I’ll go,” Jiang Mi exhaled softly. Her face felt warm. “I have something else to talk to her about.”

 

Zhao Jia hesitated but said nothing. After all, Yan Wei had done them a big favor.

 

Jiang Mi’s emotions were mixed. Now that she was calm, she realized—what did a kiss really mean?

 

Did Yan Wei like her?

 

Even if she did, it felt like the kind of affection Yan Wei could easily erase. Yan Wei could walk away at any moment—or worse, push her aside with just a word if she was unhappy.

 

She didn’t want to be someone dispensable to Yan Wei.

 

Jiang Mi stopped in front of the lounge.

 

There was no name on Yan Wei’s door, just a gold-embossed deep-sea logo—likely her private space at DK.

 

—”Come find me after the red carpet.”

 

That hoarse, cool voice drilled into her ears, and even now, the memory made her heart tingle.

 

Her hand stopped just a centimeter from the door. She knew if she stepped inside, something would definitely happen.

 

But suddenly she thought—why did she always obey Yan Wei so easily? When Yan Wei said that earlier, she hadn’t even thought to say no.

 

She didn’t want to be someone who came when called and left when waved away.

 

She wanted to be important.

 

For the first time, Jiang Mi was certain of one thing—

 

She wanted to be someone important to Yan Wei.

 

…

 

A few minutes later, in the lounge beyond that door, Yan Wei leaned back on the sofa, staring at a message on her phone. Her eyelashes lowered as she narrowed her eyes slightly.

 

Both messages were from Surui:

 

“Zhao Jia asked about the troll incident. Should I tell her?”

 

“She also asked me to pass on her thanks. Also, Jiang Mi said she has something to do and won’t come by. She’ll thank you in person back on set.”

 

Her patience had finally run out. Her eyes were faintly red, and her fingertips were curled so tightly they’d gone pale.

 

Yan Wei gave a silent, bitter smile.

 

Jiang Mi… you did very well.