A Flirtatious Beauty Alpha Provokes a Crazy Omega - Chapter 34

Chapter 33: Tearing

 

The moment Jiang Mi felt the pain, her fingers clutching the back of the chair tensed up sharply. Cold sweat broke out almost instantly, yet the cool, wet sensation beneath the pain brought with it a different kind of unspeakable tension—an oddly exhilarating thrill.

 

Not just physical, but psychological too.

 

It was a novel experience.

 

But she had no time to savor it, because Shen Ruoxi’s voice came from the door again:
“Darling Mimi?”

 

Jiang Mi gritted through the pain, lowering her voice slightly. Though it trembled, it couldn’t hide her nervousness:
“Do you have some kind of grudge against me, Teacher Yan? I don’t think I’ve ever offended you?”

 

She felt Yan Wei’s teeth around her gland, gently biting as if to vent her fury, yet it also carried a strange kind of comfort. When her tongue brushed over the wound, Jiang Mi’s back arched instinctively.

 

Even as she tried to control her voice, a faint sound escaped—enough to make Yan Wei pause. The next second, they heard another knock on the door from outside.

 

She had never so badly wished someone would just shut up.

 

Yan Wei tilted her head up from Jiang Mi’s neck and said, voice not quite steady:
“Send her away.”

 

Jiang Mi hesitated for a beat, then replied to the door:
“I’m changing clothes. What’s up?”

 

Her voice was calm but loud enough for Shen Ruoxi to hear. The air in the room suddenly turned heavy. Yan Wei’s cheek brushed against hers—taut, soft, and warm.

 

Though they’d already had intimate contact, this was somehow different.

 

Jiang Mi still wore her costume as “Liang Yongping”—a gray long skirt, black trousers. Two buttons had popped off during a scene. She’d removed her shawl but hadn’t changed out of her costume yet, so as long as she didn’t move too much, she wasn’t exposed. But now, after their tussle, the shirt collar had shifted, revealing a glimpse of white lace underneath.

 

Yan Wei had once acted in a rural drama and remembered seeing a kind of melon in a small town—pale, tender, and fragrant.

 

That’s what Jiang Mi reminded her of.

 

Something she wanted to sink her teeth into and taste the juice.

 

Clearly, biting Jiang Mi’s gland hadn’t calmed her at all—especially not after hearing her answer just now.

 

Yan Wei raised her eyes to look at Jiang Mi, as if lost in thought.

 

Jiang Mi met her cold, dangerous gaze. Her fingertips twitched slightly, but her expression was now calm.

 

Outside, Shen Ruoxi said,
“A friend just recommended a new Hong Kong-style hotpot place—said it’s really good. What do you think?”

 

Inside, the atmosphere was thick with tension.

 

The two stared at each other in silence, like an impending avalanche.

 

The hand at Jiang Mi’s waist lightly brushed over her shirt, just once, and then stopped—unlike earlier, when her nails had dug in hard. Jiang Mi stared at Yan Wei and replied to Shen Ruoxi:
“Oh, sounds good. Send me the location… or—”

 

She licked her dry lips. This time, she clearly saw the shift in Yan Wei’s gaze. Still, she didn’t back down. Facing her directly, she added,
“Or we can go together after work.”

 

Perfect.

 

Yan Wei suddenly let go. Just as Jiang Mi leaned back, she grabbed her by the collar and yanked her forward again.

 

She kissed her.

 

Very quickly, Jiang Mi tasted bl00d—metallic and sharp.

 

This wasn’t a kiss.

 

It was revenge.

 

“Together after work?”

 

Jiang Mi’s lips were completely covered by Yan Wei’s. Other than a soft moan and the wet sounds of their mouths, she couldn’t make any other sound.

 

She was stronger than Yan Wei. Though still fuming, she couldn’t bring herself to hurt her.

 

“Mimi?”

 

Shen Ruoxi knocked again, and there was even the sound of a door handle turning.

 

The scene reminded Jiang Mi of a scene between “Liang Yongping” and “Qin Shui” in the bathroom—with “Bai Xiao” just outside the door.

 

She heard Yan Wei lock the door, yet her heart was pounding.

 

Her head buzzed slightly. After bottling up her emotions all day, it finally burst forth. She grabbed Yan Wei’s wrists behind her waist and twisted them, flipping the power dynamic.

 

This wasn’t a kiss.

 

It was a struggle.

 

Only their breathing and the wet sounds remained.

 

Jiang Mi didn’t have the heart to hurt Yan Wei. When she heard her let out a pained grunt, she instantly eased up.

 

Maybe Yan Wei sensed that. Her breathing calmed slightly. She pulled away, letting Jiang Mi lift her head—and a glistening silver string stretched between their lips.

 

“You okay? If you don’t answer, I’m coming in! Hello?!”

 

Jiang Mi’s heart jumped.
“I’m fine. Just teasing you. See you tonight, then.”

 

Her gland, stimulated, was still swollen and sore. Yan Wei licked her dry lips, her lustful gaze now slightly glassy—but in a blink, all that emotion turned cold.

 

Those dark eyes locked on Jiang Mi again.

 

A few seconds of silent staring.

 

Jiang Mi stood up, turned to the vanity, and grabbed a wet wipe.

 

Yan Wei said coldly:
“Stay away from her.”

 

Jiang Mi wiped the corner of her lips and replied flatly, head down:
“Teacher Yan, I really don’t know why you’re angry?”

 

“Jiang Mi, don’t keep provoking me.”

 

She wasn’t blind—she knew Jiang Mi was doing it on purpose. Yet she still came anyway, and that’s what puzzled her most.

 

Jiang Mi paused, her chest tingling, then smiled softly:
“It’s just dinner with a friend. What’s that got to do with you, Teacher Yan?”

 

Just then, her phone vibrated on the table.

 

She glanced at it—Jiang Youshu calling. She resisted the urge to glance back at Yan Wei.

 

Trying to stay composed.

 

“Hi, dear Mommy.”

 

Jiang Youshu laughed on the other end:
“You little brat! Picking up so fast today? Not filming?”

 

Jiang Mi clutched the damp wipe in her palm, squeezing it like a stress ball.
“Just finished a scene. Taking a break.”

 

Her fingers were soaked before she realized it and tossed the wipe away.

 

“How’s your appetite? The weather’s heating up. You always eat less in summer—stop dieting, hear me? And cut back on cold food.”

 

Those words melted her tension. A smile crept onto her face. She responded softly, though she could still see Yan Wei’s silhouette reflected in her cup.

 

Then that shadow stood up.

 

A few blinks later—door opens, door closes.

 

Silence.

 

All that lingered was the faint scent of Yan Wei’s Omega pheromones.

 

Jiang Mi’s smile faded slightly.

 

She told Jiang Youshu,
“Mom, I miss you.”

 

Jiang Youshu replied gently,
“Then when you get a break, come home to Jin City, okay?”

 

Jiang Mi agreed.

 

But even she didn’t know when that would be. After hanging up, she sat in the chair, recalling when her mom had asked:
“Are you being treated badly over there?”

 

Her eyes reddened.

 

She wanted to say:
Yes, your daughter’s had a rough time.

 

…

 

Filming ended at 6 p.m.

 

Zhao Jia knew Jiang Mi had dinner plans with Shen Ruoxi. She left the driver for them and reminded them to watch out for paparazzi before heading back to the hotel alone.

 

Jiang Mi sat outside on a chair, waiting. The sky was overcast, heavy with clouds, threatening rain but not delivering a drop.

 

The evening breeze was pleasant, almost drowsy.

 

She pushed her worries aside and let herself zone out. Soon, Shen Ruoxi jogged over in a floral dress.

 

“What’s with that look?” Jiang Mi asked.

 

Shen Ruoxi pressed her palms together:
“Mimi, Jiang-jie, I’m so sorry—I have to bail again.”

 

“…?”

 

A repeat offense.

 

Shen Ruoxi looked apologetic:
“A luxury brand suddenly called. They want to sign me. My manager’s freaking out—we need to go now. I’m so, so sorry! Next time I’ll treat you to a huge meal! Forgive me~?”

 

“…Sigh.”

 

Jiang Mi stood up from the folding chair. Seeing Shen Ruoxi’s guilty face, she dropped her mock anger and smiled:
“Go on, go! If it were me, I’d ditch you in a second too.”

 

Luxury endorsements weren’t just about money—they raised a celebrity’s status.

 

“Good luck. Land that deal. I expect a goodie bag with everything you endorse.”

 

“Deal!”

 

With her manager urging her, Jiang Mi gave her a gentle push:
“Go on, hurry up.”

 

Shen Ruoxi nodded and ran off. Jiang Mi stood still for a moment. Something felt… off.

 

She sighed. Honestly, her mood was terrible.

 

She hadn’t agreed to dinner just to spite Yan Wei—she’d simply wanted to unwind.

 

Just a simple meal.

 

Forget it.

 

She decided to head back to the hotel and order in with Zhao Jia.

 

As she pulled out her phone to call the driver and walked toward the parking lot, an unknown number popped up.

 

She’d never seen it before.

 

Yet somehow, she knew exactly who it was.

 

After a few seconds, she picked up.

 

“Hello?”

 

Almost instinctively, she looked up—and saw Yan Wei, phone to her ear, standing under the soft light not far away.

 

In a sleek emerald-green dress, a delicate diamond necklace glowing faintly at her neck.

 

“Get in my car.”

 

Jiang Mi was stunned.
Didn’t Yan Wei leave this afternoon?

 

She thought they were done after what happened earlier—she’d already prepared herself to move on.

 

Now, looking at the nearby black car and feeling the wind tousle her hair, her mind cleared.

 

A ridiculous thought crept in—was Shen Ruoxi’s last-minute cancelation orchestrated by Yan Wei?

 

But… that didn’t seem like her style. Would she really go that far—just to stop them from having dinner?

 

“I just have one question,” Jiang Mi said. “Did you send Shen Ruoxi off to sign that deal?”

 

In the dim light, she couldn’t see Yan Wei’s face clearly—but she heard a low chuckle.

 

“Why would I help her?”

 

Jiang Mi felt strangely relieved.

 

She nodded.
“Just asking.”

 

“Jiang Mi.”

 

“…Yeah?”

 

“Are you getting in?”