A Flirtatious Beauty Alpha Provokes a Crazy Omega - Chapter 26

Chapter 26: Kiss Scene

 

Jiang Mi stepped out of DK. The night breeze was gentle, and at 7 PM, the city had settled into a quiet calm after the earlier noise.

 

She took a deep breath of the clean, cool air and let the wind brush across her face.

 

The gown and diamond necklace had already been returned, handed to Yan Wei’s studio via Zhao Jia.

 

Looking out at the blue-tinged night sky, a belated sense of guilt and shame rose in her heart—Yan Wei had done her a huge favor. In fact, if it hadn’t been for Yan Wei, what happened today would have plagued her for a long time.

 

So no matter what, she should have personally said thank you to Yan Wei afterward.

 

It was the basic courtesy.

 

But even she didn’t understand what had come over her earlier. When she turned and left, that thought had somehow become less important in her mind.

 

She stood at the entrance for quite a while.

 

What was that just now? Was she acting spoiled because she was favored? Maybe a little. Yan Wei was probing her, assessing her, guiding her—in any case, this special treatment had given her a bit of confidence.

 

Confidence she only had in front of Yan Wei.

 

It’s human nature, after all. She was no exception.

 

Once she wasn’t entirely empty-handed, she began to resist, began to seek a more equal relationship. People are greedy like that.

 

Especially adults. It’s all give and take—pushing and pulling, each testing the other’s boundaries step by step.

 

Maybe, just maybe, in that moment at the door, she too wanted to test how much of her rebellion Yan Wei could tolerate?

 

Yes. Jiang Mi wasn’t completely confident, nor did she know what kind of feedback she’d get from this behavior. Maybe the next time they met, everything would go back to how it was.

 

But that was okay.

 

What she should and shouldn’t have done—she’d already done it all.

 

Whatever the outcome, she could accept it now.

 

Jiang Mi bit down on the soft flesh inside her cheek, as if afraid she’d regret it and turn back.

 

After taking the suppressant shot and resting in the nanny van for a while, her body was no longer uncomfortable. As long as she continued with daily injections and avoided stimulating her glands, she could calmly get through her heat period.

 

Because of that, her dinner plans with Apple weren’t delayed.

 

Dinner was at a Western restaurant.

 

When Jiang Mi arrived, she noticed Chen Qiao wasn’t with Apple, and upon seeing Apple’s expression, she felt her heart tighten.

 

Jiang Mi sat down and quietly asked, “Did you have a fight?”

 

Jiang Mi comforted her friend throughout the meal, urging her to eat, listen to her heart, and reflect on what she truly wanted. She reminded her that love wasn’t supposed to look like this—exhaustion, pain, compromise.

 

She said, “Maybe it’s time to start over.”

 

She didn’t try to make the decision for her. She reminded Apple gently: “You’re not alone.”

 

Tears welled in Apple’s eyes.

 

Jiang Mi reached out, hand over hers, steady and warm. “I’ve started over too. I know how scary it is. But if this person brings you only pain and tears—then why not see what else is out there in the world?”

 

She smiled, firm and reassuring.

 

“Love isn’t measured by how many years you’ve been together. Ten years doesn’t mean anything if it’s full of hurt. You deserve happiness.”

 

…

 

10 PM

 

Jiang Mi saw Apple off at her apartment building. After watching her get into the elevator, she turned to walk back out of the complex.

 

Looking up, she was surprised to see that tonight, the moon was out.

 

When they parted, Apple was already feeling much better—but as long as the root cause remained, there was always the possibility of another emotional collapse. What on earth was Chen Qiao doing to drive such a gentle and cheerful person into this state?

 

Jiang Mi keenly sensed that Apple’s condition had worsened. In just a few hours, she had changed completely from the vibrant girl at the event.

 

It was hard to imagine what Apple had endured with Chen Qiao.

 

But relationships… they’re such a headache.

 

She herself was still a mess. And tomorrow—when she saw Yan Wei again—what kind of expression would he have?

 

Upstairs.

 

Jiang Yu Ying swiped her card and opened the door. The room inside was deathly quiet, like a deep-sea world—eerily still.

 

Chen Qiao clearly wasn’t home. Lately, she’d been coming back less and less, always with excuses like drinking with clients or networking. Jiang Yu Ying used to ask, but as their cold war and arguments escalated, she’d stopped.

 

She was afraid of fighting with Chen Qiao.

 

She was afraid she would cry.

 

Every time Chen Qiao spoke harshly to her, all the memories would come rushing back, and then the tears—uncontrollable, like a dam breaking. She had become more and more timid, more pathetic.

 

Jiang Yu Ying turned on the lights and stood by the door for who knows how long. Then she sat down on the couch, zoning out.

 

When she realized she’d been spacing out, her mind drifted to Jiang Mi.

 

She felt guilty toward Jiang Mi. Jiang Mi was already so exhausted, yet still had to absorb her negativity.

 

And after everything that happened at DK today—she hadn’t even checked in with her. How had she become like this? So selfish?

 

Jiang Yu Ying began to cry again.

 

She felt like she had let Jiang Mi down.

 

Who knows how much time passed before she remembered she had a shoot tomorrow. She went to the bathroom but couldn’t bring herself to remove her makeup. Staring into the mirror, she felt like she looked uglier, older.

 

God, she was only 27—how had things come to this?

 

Suddenly, Jiang Yu Ying didn’t want to stay in this apartment anymore.

 

She bolted out the door, pressed the elevator button, and rushed outside.

 

“Careful.”

 

She had been so distracted that when someone grabbed her arm tightly, she finally snapped back to reality.

 

The person opposite her was much taller, with a serious face—like someone from a government office, the kind people joke about online.

 

She hastily muttered, “Sorry, and thank you.”

 

Tan Zhaoxin frowned. The woman looked vaguely familiar, but her thin frame and dazed eyes made Tan suspect—had she taken something?

 

The thought made her want to wipe her hand clean, disgusted.

 

She stepped past the woman and went upstairs.

 

Jiang Yu Ying stood frozen, letting out a long sigh. She suddenly felt like no one in the world truly liked her. Not like Mi Mi—everyone seemed to like her easily.

 

Her phone buzzed several times in her coat pocket. She picked it up and saw messages from Jiang Mi:

 

“Are you asleep? I bet you’re not, right? The gentlest Jiang Yu Ying in the world.”

 

“Sleep early, okay? The best Jiang Yu Ying in the world.”

 

“Message me tomorrow, alright? The most beautiful Jiang Yu Ying in the world.”

 

“Good night, to the most amazing Jiang Yu Ying in the world.”

 

Jiang Yu Ying lifted her head, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes into her hair. Through her blurred vision, she saw the moon in the sky.

 

So bright.

 

The moon was incredible—to shine so brilliantly even in the endless darkness.

 

Just like Jiang Mi.

 

…

 

Jiang Mi, after sending those messages to Jiang Yu Ying, finally fell asleep after tossing and turning in bed dozens of times.

 

But her restful sleep didn’t last. In the deep night, Jiang Mi was jolted awake by a fragmented nightmare.

 

She sat up, turned on the dim bedside lamp, took a few steadying breaths, then looked at her phone—only 5:00 AM.

 

Jiang Mi: “…”

 

What a frustrating time to wake up.

 

She had to leave by 7:30 and start makeup at 6:00. Waking up now left her in a limbo—too early to get up, too late to fall back asleep.

 

Sitting on the bed, her still-racing heart brought back the vivid dream she’d just had.

 

She had dreamed of Yan Wei.

 

Not quite a nightmare.

 

In the dream, Yan Wei was dressed in an ivory cheongsam, holding a long cigarette holder, sitting with legs crossed on Liang Yongping’s bed.

 

And Jiang Mi had taken on Liang Yongping’s point of view.

 

She saw Yan Wei exhale a puff of smoke and coldly ask:
“Aren’t you coming over?”

 

“Need me to teach you?” Yan Wei blew smoke directly into her face.

 

She didn’t know how the dream logic worked, but she took the cigarette holder and slipped its cold end between the folds of the cheongsam. Then she heard Yan Wei say:

 

“Jiang Mi, you’re getting bold.”

 

And then… the cigarette holder disappeared.

 

Yan Wei pulled out a dagger and pressed it to her throat, slowly dragging it toward her gland, the blade threatening to carve it out at any moment.

 

She asked: “Why won’t you come see me?”

 

Even in the dream, Jiang Mi could feel the icy blade. It chilled her to the bone. Before she could respond, she looked down and saw Yan Wei had stabbed her in the heart.

 

That suffocating feeling was what shocked her awake.

 

Jiang Mi touched the back of her neck. Her gland was warm—hot, even, since she was in her pre-heat stage. But in the dream, the blade on her gland had felt very real.

 

She let out a long, shaky breath.

 

Yan Wei’s touch and voice had also felt very real.

 

The more she thought about it, the more awake she became—especially with only three hours until she had to face Yan Wei. Her mind was now completely alert.

 

There was no way she could go back to sleep.

 

She got up and took a shower. Seeing her slightly puffy eyes in the mirror from lack of sleep, she brewed a strong black coffee.

 

Then she sat at her desk with the script, trying to shove all those messy thoughts to the back of her mind.

 

Because she had something important to do today.

 

The filming schedule had been sent out last night. Today, she would be shooting the same scene she’d done during her first day on set—the kiss scene.

 

But this wasn’t like the earlier “kiss.” The first time had just been a warm-up, with Director Jiang choosing that scene first to help them get familiar. That time, it had only been light lip contact.

 

But this time, the camera would be close up.

 

This time, they had to actually kiss.

 

Back then, Director Jiang had said it could be faked—but they all knew it would have to be real in the end. This wasn’t like their first awkward mouth-to-mouth tap.

 

“Jiang Mi, that wasn’t a kiss.”

 

That’s what Yan Wei had told her.

 

Jiang Mi licked the coffee off her lips. Thanks to Teacher Yan, she now knew the difference.

 

And this time—This time, she wouldn’t lose.

 

Even if Yan Wei came at her with a knife—She still wouldn’t lose.