A Flirtatious Beauty Alpha Provokes a Crazy Omega - Chapter 29

Chapter 29: Want to Hear

 

Jiang Mi went to the hotel front desk and asked for a first aid kit. She opened it and carefully checked its contents. It had everything she needed. Carrying the box, she turned around and found Yan Wei leaning on the sofa, watching her.

 

Jiang Mi didn’t avoid her gaze and said softly, “I still think we should see a doctor. What if it gets infected?”

 

Yan Wei made no comment; she remained silent, more focused on observing Jiang Mi’s expression and behavior.

 

She was trying to determine whether Jiang Mi’s concern was genuine or fake. Unfortunately—or perhaps not—Jiang Mi’s eyes remained as pure as ever. So pure that it made Yan Wei feel sorry for her. Why did she have to end up in her world?

 

“Put your foot on this.” Jiang Mi pushed the coffee table a little closer to Yan Wei.

 

Yan Wei did as told, placing her leg on the table. Her slightly damp black skirt clung to her calf, creating a stark contrast between the dark fabric and her pale skin. Jiang Mi’s gaze involuntarily drifted downward and settled on the partially dried wound.

 

Now that she was closer and could see the depth of the injury clearly, she let out a small breath of relief.

 

She pulled out the iodine: “I’m going to clean the wound. It might sting a little—try to bear with it.”

 

“Mm.”

 

Yan Wei watched Jiang Mi’s skilled movements. The cotton swab soaked in iodine wetted the wound, and she gently wiped away the dried bl00d around it. The wind outside still blew, making the sheer curtains sway. The antiseptic smell of the iodine overpowered the milky scent of Jiang Mi’s pheromones in the air.

 

She frowned in dissatisfaction, eyes briefly moving from Jiang Mi’s visible bra strap to her long, slender hands—then lower still, to her ankle.

 

Just above where her jeans covered, in nearly the same spot as Yan Wei’s wound, was a small sun tattoo.

 

Yan Wei grew curious. “What does the sun mean?”

 

Jiang Mi glanced up at her, then looked down again and replied, “My mom said she hoped I could always be warm like the sun.”

 

She looked at Yan Wei’s wound. The pale, delicate skin was scraped, giving the impression of a crack in fine jade. She became more careful with her movements.

 

It looked like it had been scraped by something sharp.

 

Even if it wasn’t as serious as it initially appeared, and even though Yan Wei acted like nothing happened, it had to hurt.

 

Instinctively, she blew gently on the wound twice.

 

She noticed the veins on Yan Wei’s instep suddenly pop up. She paused. This time, she was sure it wasn’t her imagination—the scent of brandy pheromones was much stronger than when Yan Wei had first entered the room.

 

Jiang Mi’s heart began to race. The cotton swab in her hand felt like it might melt from her body heat.

 

She needed to break the tension with conversation.

 

“It used to be a scar,” she said. “After it healed, my mom wanted me to forget the bad memory, so she tattooed a little sun over it. Oh—did I ever tell you? My mom runs a tattoo shop in Jin City. She’s really good—you can hardly see the scar underneath.”

 

Still crouching, her jeans covered part of the tattoo.

 

Yan Wei seemed intrigued. She straightened a little, voice as calm as ever. “Let me see.”

 

Jiang Mi froze for a second. It suddenly felt like they were… too close. But then she thought, It’s just a tattoo—what’s the big deal?

 

“Wait a second.”

 

She finished dressing Yan Wei’s wound first, wrapping it in gauze and securing it with tape.

 

Then, still crouching, she lifted her right pant leg. A tiny sun appeared on her ankle.

 

“Can’t see clearly.”

 

Jiang Mi thought for a moment, stood up, grabbed a tissue to place on the sofa, and put her foot on it. Unfortunately, the first thing Yan Wei saw was her pinkish toes, the elegant curve of her foot, and then finally—the tattoo.

 

It was small and intricate. At first glance, it seemed ordinary, but a closer look revealed the meticulous effort behind every detail. In the center of the sun were two letters—JM.

 

“Did it hurt?” Yan Wei asked.

 

She seemed unusually talkative today.

 

“No,” Jiang Mi replied. “They used anesthetic.”

 

“I meant when you got the injury.”

 

Jiang Mi paused for two seconds, then looked Yan Wei in the eye. “I don’t remember,” she said.

 

“It was a long time ago. But I guess it must’ve hurt—I cried. I don’t remember what kind of pain it was, though.”

 

She only remembered that after the injury, the fear lingered for a long time—until Jiang You-shu healed her.

 

Yan Wei didn’t know what had come over her, but today, Jiang Mi made her want to keep talking.

 

“How did you get the injury?” she asked.

 

Jiang Mi lowered her pant leg. Her ankle felt cold.

 

Then she heard Yan Wei say, in a tone that brooked no refusal: “Don’t move.”

 

Jiang Mi froze—Yan Wei’s hand was on her ankle, her thumb gently tracing the tattoo. The sensation traveled up her spine like a jolt.

 

Yan Wei, unusually patient today, repeated: “How did you get it?”

 

Her eyes weren’t even on Jiang Mi—completely absorbed by the little sun on her ankle.

 

Jiang Mi swallowed. The brandy scent grew even stronger. This time, it was different—there was a salty, ocean-like smell in it… a sign of arousal.

 

But Yan Wei’s face remained cold and calm.

 

A master of control.

 

Jiang Mi lowered her gaze. Fine, two can play this game.

 

Ever since she smelled Yan Wei’s pheromones, her own glands had been itching, as if scratched by a cat. Slightly painful. Slightly swollen.

 

Her heat cycle wasn’t fully over. Without suppressants, she wouldn’t have dared to be alone with Yan Wei like this.

 

She looked at the hand still gripping her ankle. This wasn’t like the Yan Wei she knew.

 

Yet it was undeniably her—the proud, untouchable award-winning actress.

 

Her heart felt like it had been whipped.

 

But she held back.

 

Instead of giving in, a competitive spark lit up inside her.

 

I can’t be the one giving everything while you stay perfectly aloof, can I?

 

“Miss Yan, how about we make a trade?” Jiang Mi said.

 

Yan Wei smiled silently. It was impossible to tell if she was amused or mocking, but at least the suffocating tension from earlier had vanished.

 

Her smile faded, but her tone remained pleasant. “What kind of trade?”

 

Jiang Mi tried to pull her foot back; Yan Wei let go, though the sudden emptiness in her hand felt uncomfortable.

 

Jiang Mi asked, “How did you get injured today?”

 

Yan Wei’s eyelids fluttered. She raised her eyes. “You could’ve asked for something better from me.”

 

“Like what?”

 

With a leisurely air, Yan Wei leaned back into the sofa. “Resources. Anything you want.”

 

“A lead role?”

 

“If you want.”

 

Jiang Mi: “…”

 

Wow, this kinda feels like being a rich CEO’s mistress.

 

“I’m not messing around,” she said. “I just want to know how you got hurt.”

 

Yan Wei stared at her. Was this girl really this naive, or just pretending?

 

“You really don’t want to trade?”

 

“I’ve got hands and feet—I can earn what I want. If you talk like that, Miss Yan, I might think you’re trying to keep me as your little secret.”

 

She was joking.

 

Truth be told, she liked chatting with Yan Wei like this.

 

If only things could stay this relaxed.

 

Just then, Jiang Mi sensed a heat in Yan Wei’s gaze. She paused, throat itchy, and coughed. “So… deal?”

 

Yan Wei inhaled lightly. “Alright, you first.”

 

Jiang Mi nodded, took a moment to organize her thoughts, and began:

 

“It was my mom. She got sick and stopped recognizing me one day. She stepped on my ankle with her high heel. It was Old Jiang—my current mom—who took me to the hospital. That’s all.”

 

She said it quickly, as if the story didn’t hold much weight anymore.

 

But a faint emotion passed through Yan Wei’s expression. Maybe it was because this radiant girl hadn’t always had a happy life. Or maybe… it was because they were, in some way, the same.

 

The mood grew somber.

 

But Jiang Mi didn’t notice. She truly no longer cared. Jiang You-shu wanted her to be a sun, and she believed she was. She was warm now. She was happy.

 

“Miss Yan, your turn.”

 

Yan Wei sat up straighter but didn’t answer immediately. She turned her gaze to the liquor shelf across the room.

 

“Second row, third bottle. Get it for me.”

 

“You’re still injured. Should you be drinking?”

 

“Just a little.”

 

As Jiang Mi walked over to the shelf, she replayed their conversation. It didn’t feel bad.

 

She poured a small glass and handed it over.

 

Yan Wei crossed her legs. The hem of her dress swayed lazily. She took a sip and said, “It was your Aunt Mo…”

 

While speaking, she studied Jiang Mi’s subtle facial changes. “She did it.”

 

Jiang Mi froze.

 

Jiang You-shu had once told her that after Yan Wei’s Alpha mother passed away, Mo Yun favored Mo Xi even more. Yan Wei got very little attention and was often ignored. Jiang You-shu even said Mo Yun blamed Yan Wei for her Alpha mother’s death.

 

At the time, Jiang Mi had only assumed their relationship was just cold and distant. She hadn’t imagined it would be this bad.

 

Even if they were estranged… she was still her daughter.

 

“What are you thinking?” Yan Wei asked.

 

Jiang Mi looked up. “I was thinking…”

 

Yan Wei finished the sentence for her. “You were thinking, ‘How could a mother be so cruel,’ right?”

 

Jiang Mi said nothing—but her silence answered the question.

 

Then she remembered: before Jiang You-shu came into her life, her biological mother had also been cruel. Hadn’t she also pretended not to recognize her?

 

So maybe not all relationships could be judged by the same standard. As an outsider, she had no right to pass judgment.

 

Still, she couldn’t deny that looking at Yan Wei’s bandaged wound now stirred something different in her.

 

Yan Wei noticed. Her leg lightly swayed, the injured foot threatening to brush Jiang Mi’s jeans.

 

She read Jiang Mi’s expression clearly.

 

Then, with another sip of red wine, she ran her tongue across her lips and asked:

 

“Want to hear something even more cruel?”

 

Jiang Mi replied, “What?”

 

Yan Wei drained the rest of the wine, raised her eyes—and this time, looked directly at Jiang Mi’s lips.

 

“So this time, Jiang Mi… what will you trade me for that?”