A Flirtatious Beauty Alpha Provokes a Crazy Omega - Chapter 38

Chapter 38: Belonging

 

“Say it so I can hear it.”
Yan Wei’s voice carried a teasing, commanding tone that didn’t allow refusal.

 

What had started as a throwaway excuse earlier now came back to bite Jiang Mi. Was Yan Wei really her elder? Not exactly. “Sister”? Not really either. But maybe she could get away with that—for now?

 

The thought was clear and justified, but under Yan Wei’s gaze, the words got stuck in Jiang Mi’s throat.

 

Yan Wei clearly didn’t want to be called an “elder.” She asked, almost knowingly,

 

“…Call me what?”

 

Jiang Mi was still hesitating when Yan Wei gently lifted her chin with a fingertip, face leaning in closer. Her tone was lazy, aloof:

 

“That’s up to you.”

 

Jiang Mi’s voice was a whisper, barely audible:

 

“Sister…”

 

“Hm?” Yan Wei locked eyes with her.

 

“Louder.”

 

Somehow, two perfectly normal syllables now felt incredibly embarrassing under Yan Wei’s gaze.

 

“Sister…”

 

“When did ‘sister’ become an elder title?” Yan Wei teased.

 

“Can’t I just call you sister?”

 

Fine hair rose at the back of Yan Wei’s neck. As Jiang Mi tried to pull away, Yan Wei encircled her waist. Jiang Mi froze, not daring to move. Following the subtle force, she gently fell into Yan Wei’s arms.

 

It was a similar position to that time in the lounge—but the mood now was much softer.

 

Still, Yan Wei was unrelenting.

 

“No.”

 

“…”

 

“What else then? You’re not much older than me. Ms. Yan, I was wrong, okay?”

 

“Still no.”

 

Clearly, unless she heard something satisfying, Yan Wei wasn’t going to let this go.

 

Feeling the warmth radiating from the Omega, Jiang Mi hesitated:

 

“But if not ‘sister’… then what?”

 

Strangely, the more flustered Jiang Mi looked, the more Yan Wei wanted to tease her. Her voice was cool and distant:

 

“Don’t ask me. You figure it out.”

 

Jiang Mi gave in.

 

Ugh, how unlucky… A single offhand comment, and she happened to hear it…

 

She mumbled under her breath:

 

“Mmhm, mmmhmhm?”

 

“What? Even you can’t hear yourself.”

 

Yan Wei spread her legs slightly, pulling Jiang Mi closer. Jiang Mi, now relying only on her hands on Yan Wei’s shoulder and the back of the chair, couldn’t hold herself up fully. When Yan Wei gave another tug, she slid forward instinctively, her knee slipping between Yan Wei’s legs.

 

Jiang Mi didn’t forget that Yan Wei was still wearing a qipao.

 

She didn’t dare look down—but just thinking of Yan Wei’s posture made her heart pound wildly.

 

Her knee was wedged in, the skin burning from the warmth. She was dangerously close to crossing a line—and held herself back just in time.

 

Her breathing grew heavy.

 

“…Auntie. Okay? Auntie.”

 

Yan Wei took a deep breath.

 

“Say it properly.”

 

“Auntie.”
Fine. Happy now?!

 

Jiang Mi squeezed her eyes shut, feeling like she was marching to her doom.

 

“Okay?”

 

Yan Wei raised her eyebrows, a little surprised. She hadn’t expected Jiang Mi to come up with something. And somehow, Jiang Mi looked… incredibly cute.

 

Smiling slightly in this private little space, Yan Wei shifted her hand behind Jiang Mi’s waist. This was probably enough—any more teasing and this little pup might bite.

 

Jiang Mi asked again:

 

“So? Is it okay now?”

 

“What do you think?”

 

“Perfect!”
So perfect she wanted to die from embarrassment!

 

But Yan Wei wasn’t done.

 

“Then call me that from now on.”

 

“?”

 

Jiang Mi froze. What did she mean by that?

 

Huh?

 

Was that even reasonable?

 

Flustered, Jiang Mi protested:

 

“But I still think ‘sister’ sounds better. Ms. Yan, you’re still young—being called auntie doesn’t suit you.”

 

Yan Wei teased, lazily:

 

“Is that so? But I quite like it.”

 

“?”

 

She… liked it?

 

Clearly, Jiang Mi didn’t know Yan Wei as well as she thought. She respected everyone’s tastes, sure—but calling Yan Wei “auntie”? That might just kill her from shame.

 

“If you don’t want to, forget it.”

 

“Auntie.”
Jiang Mi took a deep breath. She could hear the teasing in Yan Wei’s voice. Fine—she wouldn’t lose. She leaned in closer, lowered her tone deliberately:

 

“Auntie.”

 

“Auntie.”

 

“Auntie.”

 

“Auntie.”

 

Let’s see who’s afraid of who.

 

She whispered the word again and again by Yan Wei’s ear.

 

“Hm. Louder.”

 

Jiang Mi bit her lip, her face now burning red.
She couldn’t win this game.

 

Yan Wei’s breath was hot against her ear, and Jiang Mi felt her turn her head slightly—every word brushing against her skin.

 

“Louder.”

 

“Sister.”

 

Yan Wei was intrigued.

 

“Oh? Changed it up?”

 

Jiang Mi sighed:

 

“Can’t I just call you sister? It sounds better than auntie.”

 

Hearing the shift in tone, Yan Wei’s fingers tightened slightly. She exhaled slowly, her voice low and deep:

 

“Say it again.”

 

“Sister…”

 

“Too quiet.”

 

“Ms. Yan, come on… do you want the people outside to hear?”
Jiang Mi whispered with a hint of frustration. She was willing to play along—but someone could walk by at any moment. The door wasn’t even locked.

 

Yan Wei chuckled softly. Jiang Mi couldn’t see her face, but she could sense that her mood had improved.

 

“So what?”

 

Yan Wei’s hand slid behind her waist, fingers tugging at the hem of her shirt.
Her voice softened:

 

“Can I? If I go in.”

 

It was phrased as a question, but she already knew Jiang Mi would let her.

 

Jiang Mi’s ears turned red enough to drip bl00d.

 

She really didn’t believe Yan Wei had never dated anyone…

 

As soon as she nodded, cool fingertips slipped under her shirt.
Delicate, fair skin was touched at will. The air around them was so quiet, the only sound was their growing, uneven breaths.

 

Deep and shallow.

 

A natural physical response.

 

Yan Wei caught the sound in her ears. She tilted her head and whispered:

 

“Why’d you stop calling me?”

 

“How long do you want me to keep saying it?”

 

“Until I’m satisfied.”

 

“That’s what it takes to cool your anger?”

 

“Try it and see.”

 

Jiang Mi could feel Yan Wei’s happiness—whether in her voice or her body. Each time Yan Wei’s hand touched her skin, it trembled slightly. Her legs too. Twice, she couldn’t resist clamping them around Jiang Mi’s knee.

 

Her temperature kept rising.

 

She softly whispered:

 

“Sister.”

 

“Sister…”

 

Yan Wei instinctively tilted her head back, her neck brushing against Jiang Mi’s lips:

 

“Jiang Mi. Kiss me.”

 

Jiang Mi froze, lifting her head to meet Yan Wei’s eyes. She hadn’t lost her senses—not completely. At any moment, someone could walk in. Even knock.

 

“Mm—”

 

But Yan Wei had little patience. The moment Jiang Mi hesitated, she cupped her face and kissed her deeply.

 

She needed to cling to something—to find a moment’s peace.

 

When the kiss finally ended, Jiang Mi realized her monthly patch had been completely pressed between them.

 

So tight.

 

Yan Wei rested her forehead against hers, then softly said—

 

“Move forward.”

 

Jiang Mi did as she was told, and all she could feel was an overwhelming heat—like pressing against a layer of aloe water that had been burned hot. Even with something in between, she could still feel the moisture and stickiness.

 

Her throat was parched. Jiang Mi finally lowered her gaze—and saw two slender legs, one snowy white and the other in deep green fabric, pressed against her knee.

 

Their positions had shifted slightly since earlier. At this moment, Yan Wei was more or less leaning on Jiang Mi, seemingly weakened by too much movement and emotion. Her back arched slightly, hips twisting unconsciously, as if just being pressed against by a knee wasn’t enough.

 

“Jiang Mi.”

 

“Mm?”

 

“Help me.”

 

Jiang Mi tilted her head, listening to the sounds outside. Twice just now, she had heard people walk by—and her back had gone stiff each time.

 

“We can’t. Not now.”

 

She resisted, but allowed Yan Wei to guide her hand. Her fingertips brushed against the fabric of the qipao, and then suddenly—were slick with moisture.

 

Yan Wei couldn’t care less about what Jiang Mi had just said. She focused and muttered:

 

“You’re the one who started this.”

 

Jiang Mi: “…”

 

She felt completely wronged. All she had done was tug lightly on Yan Wei’s shawl.

 

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door—sharp and distinct.

 

Jiang Mi truly panicked. Her back went rigid. Her eyes locked with Yan Wei’s—cold, yet filled with passion. The air was thick with the scent of brandy pheromones, mingling with her own milk-sweet aroma.

 

It was like plunging into the ocean—wet, overwhelming, inescapable.

 

From outside came a voice:

 

“Ms. Yan, Director Jiang is asking for you.”

 

Yan Wei narrowed her eyes.

 

Jiang Mi seized the moment:

 

“Ms. Yan, you should go.”

 

As she tried to pull her knee back, Yan Wei reached behind and supported the bend of her leg. Her palm was as damp as muddy earth. Jiang Mi’s mouth went dry—her body entering a state of hunger and thirst.

 

“Don’t call me that again.”

 

“Call you what? Ms. Yan?”

 

“Mm.”

 

Jiang Mi flushed and hesitated:

 

“But if I call you ‘sister’ in public… it’d sound weird.”

 

She hadn’t realized how much Yan Wei liked that title.

 

But when she met Yan Wei’s gaze, she quickly added:

 

“So how about this: in public I’ll say Ms. Yan, but in private… I’ll call you that?”

 

“Call me what?”

 

“Sister…”

 

“You don’t really want to, do you?”

 

“It’s not that.” Jiang Mi said.
“You are my sister. It’s just… suddenly calling you that is a little… embarrassing.”

 

Yan Wei savored the words. Something in her chest itched—this sunny, cheerful Jiang Mi always seemed a bit shy in front of her.

 

That thought alone made her feel wetter.

 

Yan Wei figured… her underwear was probably a lost cause.

 

“Ms. Yan?” The voice outside called again.

 

Yan Wei shut her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, using Jiang Mi’s milky scent to try to suppress the fire inside her.

 

In the end, Jiang Mi was the one who pulled away first. Mimicking the tone of an assistant, she raised her voice toward the door:

 

“Ms. Yan will be right there. Please go ahead first.”

 

“Oh—sorry for disturbing you!” came the hurried reply. Footsteps retreated quickly.

 

Jiang Mi lowered her head to straighten her shirt, then glanced at Yan Wei—whose pale legs were still stretched out, sitting in the chair observing her. Yet the scene wasn’t lewd; instead, it carried an unusual elegance.

 

Yan Wei crossed her long legs, and the sharp toe of her heel lightly grazed Jiang Mi’s jeans.

 

Jiang Mi felt her glands react for a moment, stirring.

 

She whispered:

 

“Why don’t you head out first? I’ll wait a bit and then leave… or—”

 

She wanted to propose a solution.
But before she could finish—

 

Yan Wei interrupted:

 

“You think your explanation is over?”

 

Jiang Mi paused, then offered:

 

“If tonight runs too late, can we do dinner tomorrow instead?”

 

A flicker of cold emotion passed through Yan Wei’s eyes, like she’d reverted to her detached self—like Jiang Mi had just rejected her again.

 

All the rest had been just sweet talk.

 

What Jiang Mi had really been thinking was: if she finished watching Apple with Yan Wei and then had dinner, she might not go home tonight at all.

 

It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Yan Wei—
It was that she no longer fully trusted herself.

 

So she was avoiding danger. From what just happened… any time they spent together seemed to spiral out of control.

 

If she could, she’d rather slow it down.

 

“Tomorrow night, I’ll book a nice restaurant in advance.” Jiang Mi said.

 

Yan Wei smoothed the hem of her qipao down across her lap. Her gaze drifted from Jiang Mi’s face.

 

“As you wish.”

 

Jiang Mi was silent for a few seconds:

 

“Are you mad again?”

 

Yan Wei didn’t reply.

 

“Then what I’m about to say might make you even angrier…”

 

Yan Wei glanced at her out of the corner of her eye.

 

“Can you help me find a lawyer? The longer things drag on with them, the messier it’ll get—especially if they try to add termination fees or something. Ms. Yan, could you help me out?”

 

Yan Wei grabbed a tissue and wiped away the faint lipstick at the corners of her mouth—pressing hard, until her pale skin turned red.

 

The next moment, Jiang Mi covered her hand.

 

“Don’t press so hard—it’s red already.”

 

She knew Yan Wei was upset, but she’d never thought of Yan Wei’s actions as uncontrollable—even if Yan Wei herself sometimes seemed unable to control them.

 

Yan Wei said coldly:

 

“No.”

 

“You said earlier you weren’t angry…”

 

She had called her sister so many times…

 

Jiang Mi realized that now, when Yan Wei got upset, it didn’t make her anxious or panicked the way it used to. In fact, it felt like she’d discovered a new way to understand Yan Wei.

 

And she could now sense when Yan Wei was angry.

 

She crouched down beside her, looked up, and said:

 

“Sister, help me find a really good lawyer. Please?”

 

Yan Wei lowered her gaze—all she could see were Jiang Mi’s red lips, opening and closing.

 

Her finger traced Jiang Mi’s bottom lip, gently rubbing it, before slipping suddenly into her mouth.

 

Jiang Mi froze. She wanted to speak, but Yan Wei seized the moment—her finger slipping inside, wet and smooth, tangled with her tongue in a playful dance.

 

Jiang Mi had never experienced this kind of intimacy before. Saliva dripped down Yan Wei’s finger. Jiang Mi tried to pull away, staring up with those clear eyes—

 

In that moment, Yan Wei suddenly felt like a criminal.

 

She pulled back slightly, and with her wet fingers, lifted Jiang Mi’s chin.

 

“Are you being so obedient… just because you need something from me?”

 

Jiang Mi’s lips glistened. She frowned slightly and replied:

 

“It’s because you like it.”

 

Because you like it—so I want to do what you like.

 

Of course she wanted a clear, defined relationship. But suddenly, she thought—maybe not everyone only has one way to connect. Yan Wei’s life had been different. Maybe they just needed time.

 

She had said it before:

 

She was willing to try.

 

Until she discovered it wouldn’t work.

 

And when that time came, she would walk away.

 

But for now, all she could do was offer her heart, bare and honest, to Yan Wei.

 

Look—I like you.
Look—this is how much I like you.

 

So can’t you like me a little more, too?

 

Not just my body. Not just my glands. Not just my mind.

 

All of me. Completely me.

 

She was fiery in her sincerity. Willing to try.

 

She tilted her head up, hiding nothing.

 

“Sister, I like you.”

 

Yan Wei’s whole chest trembled as if hit by a wave. In that moment, Jiang Mi looked exactly like a seductive spirit conjured to toy with her heart. Her fingertips were drying, but her heart—filling up, swelling.

 

And when she looked into those eyes again, her heart ached.

 

A powerful surge of possessiveness overwhelmed her—her bl00d, once cold, now boiled. Every cell in her body screamed:

 

Then just like me.
Only me.
Stay by my side.
Belong only to me.