A Flirtatious Beauty Alpha Provokes a Crazy Omega - Chapter 32

Chapter 32: Bite Down

Jiang Mi and Shen Ruoxi were chatting and laughing as they walked together toward the lounge. But even after leaving the filming area, Jiang Mi still felt as if a pair of burning eyes were staring at her.

She reflexively touched the back of her neck while replying to Shen Ruoxi’s question with a smile:
“Anything’s fine. We can think about it later—hotpot or stir-fry? Do you want Western food instead?”

Shen Ruoxi responded, “Haven’t decided yet.”

As they chatted and approached the lounge, the sound of footsteps behind them caught their attention. When they turned around, they saw Yan Wei following about two meters behind. The moment they stopped walking, Yan Wei’s distance from them began to shrink.

Jiang Mi felt the weight of that gaze sweeping across her body, making her heartbeat accelerate. Still, her gaze didn’t flinch—she looked straight back.

Only Shen Ruoxi awkwardly greeted, “Teacher Yan, you’re taking a break too?”

A cold response came back.

Yan Wei’s gaze shifted away indifferently and brushed past Jiang Mi’s shoulder, so close they nearly touched. The lingering scent of brandy mixed with roses drifted into Jiang Mi’s nose. She wrinkled it slightly, and all that came to mind were the salty memories of last night.

She cleared her throat. “Let’s keep thinking about it.”

Shen Ruoxi responded cheerily with a dramatic tone, “Sure, my dear~”

Jiang Mi: “…”

She wasn’t sure if it was just her imagination, but she thought she saw Yan Wei’s silhouette pause slightly in her peripheral vision.

A few more steps later, at the point where they were about to part ways, Shen Ruoxi—after seeing Yan Wei enter a room—leaned toward Jiang Mi and whispered, “Don’t you think Teacher Yan might be into me?”

Jiang Mi: “…?”

Huh? She narrowed her eyes, ready to enjoy the drama. What kind of “into” are we talking about? Could it be that, in private, she’s not the only fish the ice-queen actress is reeling in?

Shen Ruoxi continued, “Every time I’m with you, she seems unhappy—especially today. After the scene, I looked up and saw her staring right at me. I’m starting to think she might have a hand fetish…”

Jiang Mi: “…Hmm…”

What a coincidence—we’re on the same page.

Jiang Mi let out a sigh of relief and kindly offered, “You might be overthinking it. Teacher Yan’s been having eye issues lately.”

“Really?” Shen Ruoxi shrugged. “Still, I am universally adored. A plot like ‘The Ice Queen Actress Falls for Me’ isn’t completely out of the question, right?”

Shen Ruoxi wasn’t being serious, just joking around. She glanced at Jiang Mi from head to toe. “Relax, it might happen to you too.”

“…Mhm.” Jiang Mi thought, You really don’t know… The only stories I’m starring in are things like ‘The Cold-Hearted Actress Falls for My Body’ or ‘The Ice Queen Actress Claims My Gland.’

She nodded. “Okay, okay, go get changed. Let that chatterbox of yours take a break too.”

“Alright then~”

Zhao Jia had been on the phone with the agency the whole time. As Jiang Mi and Shen Ruoxi split up, she hung up and followed Jiang Mi into the lounge. Once the door closed, Zhao Jia continued replying to messages, though her attention stayed on Jiang Mi.

“You were kinda cold to your idol today, huh?”

Jiang Mi froze. Was it that obvious?

She denied it. “No way. Was I?”

Zhao Jia glanced up at her. “You didn’t say hi or smile at her.”

“I did! You must’ve missed it. I totally smiled—you must’ve missed that too.”

Jiang Mi gulped water down to cover up her rambling nonsense.

Zhao Jia answered another call, and Jiang Mi sat down with her cup and checked her phone. She rarely opened Weibo, but today noticed her followers had increased by tens of thousands.

Among all the compliments in her DMs, there were also more hate messages.

She opened two private messages—some even insulted Jiang You Shu along with her. Her mood dipped.

Jiang Mi replied to one: “Hope you’re able to have children someday.”

She didn’t really feel wronged.

Being an actor was tough, yes—but what job isn’t? And she made more than most.

Enough for her whole family to live well.

So even when things got rough or haters came at her, she never felt bitter.

The only thing she couldn’t tolerate was when people involved her family.

That made her think of Jiang You Shu, and of home.

A few minutes later, Zhao Jia put down her phone and studied Jiang Mi’s face. “Something bothering you? That mouth of yours sure is vicious today.”

“How did you know I cursed someone out?”

“You did?”

“…No,” Jiang Mi said quickly, shaking her head.

“Little Jiang, you’re kinda cranky today.”

Jiang Mi lowered her head and really thought about that. It was true—she often had trouble hiding her emotions, despite being an actress.

In the past, whenever she came home upset, even if she thought she hid it well, Jiang You Shu and Jiang Hu would always see right through her.

Thinking of that, Jiang Mi gave a little snort, lacking conviction. “Go handle your stuff. Stop bickering with me. Don’t forget who runs this household.”

Zhao Jia let it go and got to business. “Alright, alright. No more teasing. I’ve been talking to Director Zhao. There’s a new urban drama with dual female leads, and they’re still missing one lead. I want you to audition. Just don’t get your hopes up—it’s high standards. I’ll let you know when it’s scheduled.”

She handed Jiang Mi the costume for her next scene.

“Oh, so that’s what you’ve been busy with. Got it. Just let me know when and where—I’ll follow your lead,” Jiang Mi replied, taking the costume. “Didn’t you say something about a variety show a few days ago?”

Zhao Jia nodded. “Still thinking… Actually, would you be interested in a dating show?”

The full name was “Trial Romance.”

Two celebrities pretending to date. About eight participants total, forming four CPs, completing different tasks, acting sweet for the audience. Then, at the end, they part ways and tell the audience it was all fake—cue the tears.

It was the third season, and the show had solid popularity. Great for rising or plateauing stars.

Zhao Jia thought it might suit Jiang Mi but hesitated—Jiang Mi probably wouldn’t like this kind of show. Zhao Jia didn’t want her client doing work she hated just for clout.

And Jiang Mi’s popularity was already rising—she’d soon have access to better scripts. So this variety show wasn’t a must.

“You don’t need to do it. I figured you wouldn’t like it. It doesn’t really match your personality,” Zhao Jia reassured her.

Jiang Mi looked at her manager’s dark circles and suddenly felt grateful for such a caring agent.

“It’s fine. If you think it’s a good opportunity, I’ll try it. It’s fake anyway.”

She’d seen the show—it was basically just acting.

Though she did feel kind of bad for the audience…

“We’ll see. For now, just focus on Springtime,” Zhao Jia said.

“Or maybe…”

Before Jiang Mi could finish, a knock came at the door.

Zhao Jia opened it—and blinked in surprise. “Teacher Yan?”

Jiang Mi was tidying up her costume and froze at the name. Her heartbeat spiked. She turned to look. Yan Wei wasn’t even looking at her—her eyes were on Zhao Jia. But even Jiang Mi could feel the pressure in the air and felt nervous for her manager.

She opened her mouth to break the tension—when Yan Wei’s cool voice came through:
“I’m here for Jiang Mi.”

Zhao Jia hesitated, then stepped aside. “Oh. Please come in, Teacher Yan.”

Jiang Mi: …You gave in a little too quickly, huh?

Putting on a brave face, she smiled. “Did you need something, Teacher Yan?”

Yan Wei’s heels clicked on the floor as she entered, glancing briefly around the room. “Line run.”

“But I don’t think we have scenes together today,” Jiang Mi said. Their scene had been canceled due to the overcast weather.

Yan Wei stared at her for a few seconds, then turned slightly to Zhao Jia. Her expression held a trace of amusement, but her tone was rather dark.
“Could you give us a moment?”

Zhao Jia glanced at Jiang Mi, hesitated, then said, “I’ll go make a call.”

Jiang Mi inhaled deeply, glaring at her betraying teammate. Zhao Jia left, flashing her a “Don’t offend her” look.

Yan Wei turned back, the click of her heels echoing in the room. She walked to the door, turned, and stared at Jiang Mi, hands behind her back.

Click— The sound of the door being locked drifted to Jiang Mi’s ears on a breeze through the window.

She swallowed, trying to stay calm. “Teacher Yan, you don’t need to lock the door for line practice…”

Yan Wei didn’t respond. She walked over and sat down on a wooden chair nearby. The air between them grew heavier.

“Jiang Mi, what do you want?”

Jiang Mi paused. What do I want? Didn’t Yan Wei already know? It sounded more like she was being offered something—as if she were some puppy being asked what treat she’d like.

“I don’t want anything,” Jiang Mi said.

Nothing at all.

Yan Wei meant: as long as it didn’t involve emotional entanglement, she could give Jiang Mi anything else she wanted. That thought made her agitated. She’d barely slept the night before, heart restless.

Hearing Jiang Mi’s answer, Yan Wei took a deep breath, trying to suppress her scent—but Jiang Mi’s milky scent clung to her senses and glands like something soft, persistently brushing against her.

Suddenly, she made up her mind.

“Alright then,” Yan Wei said. “Let’s try.”

She wanted Jiang Mi within her line of sight at all times—whatever it took. She wanted Jiang Mi to stop acting so distant. She wanted Jiang Mi to nod and submit to her.

Jiang Mi was silent for a moment. She set her costume on a nearby chair, then looked up at Yan Wei. After two seconds, she stepped forward.

Standing in front of Yan Wei, she bent down slightly and stared into her eyes, as if trying to see something real in them.

“What are we trying?” she asked seriously.

Yan Wei’s eyes narrowed, whether from displeasure or the comforting closeness of an Alpha’s scent, Jiang Mi couldn’t tell. Yan Wei’s fingers twitched as if agitated. The wounds on her palms and ankles itched subtly.

Her knees instinctively pressed together.

Her lips parted slightly—when suddenly, Shen Ruoxi’s cheerful voice came from the hallway, along with a knock.
“Mi-mi! I figured out what I want to eat tonight!”

Jiang Mi froze. Before she could react, something tugged at her waist and pulled her forward. Instinctively, she braced against the chair behind Yan Wei to avoid hurting her. Her ear grazed Yan Wei’s cheek. In this intimate position, her whole body seemed to be drenched in rose and brandy.

“Mi-mi? Hello? Darling Mi-mi?” Shen Ruoxi kept calling outside the door.

“Hiss—”

Jiang Mi suddenly felt a sharp pain in her gland, as if someone were about to bite it off.