A Flirtatious Beauty Alpha Provokes a Crazy Omega - Chapter 46

Chapter 46: Hotel

 

After seven o’clock in the evening, Jiang Mi’s groggy sleepiness completely vanished.

 

“Got it. Come down.”

 

Yan Wei’s voice came through the phone into her ear.

 

Jiang Mi’s fingertips went cold and she held her breath as she parted the curtains just a narrow slit. Below, the familiar white sedan sat poised, its headlights on, quietly parked in the dim light.

 

Clutching the phone by the window, Jiang Mi felt all the previous heaviness replaced by a strange astonishment.

 

After thirteen hundred kilometers, Yan Wei was standing here before her?

 

“I’m not in a good position to talk,” Jiang Mi tightened her grip.

 

Silence played through the earpiece for a few seconds.

 

Then she caught a slow, drawn–out breath laced with the burnt tobacco residue of a cigarette.

 

It wasn’t relaxation—more like tension pushed to its limit, gradually leaking away.

 

“Or maybe,” Yan Wei’s voice came again, calm yet with an icy sharpness, “if I hold off on progressing that Apple matter… would you come down?”

 

Jiang Mi’s chest tightened abruptly.

 

A naked threat—but she didn’t truly believe Yan Wei would follow through.

 

“You wouldn’t.”

 

Her eyes flicked down to the car’s window.

 

Through the distance and hazy light, she thought she saw Yan Wei’s face turn slightly, the corners of her mouth curling into a dangerous, unfamiliar expression.

 

“You… sure?”

 

Jiang Mi’s face shifted. The words she’d prepared stuck in her throat: “You…”

 

Before she could finish—

 

“Jiang Mi.” Yan Wei’s voice cut her off. “Come down. Or—” Each word weighed on her heart. “I’ll come up now.”

 

Jiang Mi’s fingertip stayed frozen at her ear. Her mind spun a sharp question: Was this ruthless, no–room–for–compromise person really Yan Wei?

 

She gritted her teeth. “I said, I’m not in a position to.”

 

Her voice rose as she argued—trying to persuade Yan Wei, but she might have been convincing herself more.

 

Before the words faded—

 

A muffled car–door slam rang clearly through the night, tapping on her window.

 

She pressed forward, staring down. In the dark, a figure stepped away from the car toward the building entrance.

 

The sudden movement flustered her. She gasped out, “Yan Wei!”

 

The footsteps didn’t hesitate—they even hastened.

 

Her heart pounded violently, each click in heels felt like it struck her nerves: “Wait!”

 

Yan Wei’s steps paused.

 

Jiang Mi inhaled sharply and, she relented: “I’ll come down.”

 

If Yan Wei actually went upstairs, it would get more complicated. And what should she say if someone saw them together?

 

Carefully, she opened the door. The foyer’s light stretched her shadow across the tiles behind her.

 

Inside the living room, a TV glowed quietly—the volume deliberately low, almost inaudible.

 

Jiang Yushu, head buried in needlepoint, looked up. “Awake?” She began to rise. “Soup’s warming on the stove; I’ll serve some.”

 

“No thanks, Mom.” Jiang Mi’s voice carried a subtle urgency. “I have to go out for a bit.”

 

“Going out?” Jiang Yushu lowered the fabric, puzzled. “At this hour? You’re flying out at four—aren’t you going to rest?”

 

Jiang Hu—boldly leaning on the far sofa, one long leg folded over the ottoman, the screen’s light reflecting off her unexpressive face—also glanced over with a penetrating look.

 

Under their eyes, Jiang Mi hesitated, throat tightening. “…A friend. Nearby.” She sped up. “I’ll be right back.”

 

Jiang Yushu’s frown softened, seemingly accepting the excuse. She said, “A classmate? You can still hang out at this time?”

 

Her tone was more caring than suspicious—thinking that after traveling for a role, having someone familiar around wasn’t a bad thing.

 

“Your aunt said the same. You’re always traveling for shoots—it’s good to have a companion.”

 

“Mm.” Jiang Mi murmured, agreeing.

 

Just then—“Heh.” A short, cold chuckle cut the air.

 

Jiang Mi turned, eyes sharp and focused on the source.

 

Jiang Hu’s head tilted slightly, lips tugged into a mocking smile. Her eyes said “I don’t believe you.”

 

Jiang Mi glared right back. She gave a dramatic eye roll and closed the door behind her without another word.

 

…

 

She opened the door to the car.

 

It slammed shut, muffling the outside sounds and light.

 

Yan Wei was silent, turning to gaze at her. In the cramped space, their breaths intertwined—each exhale distorted.

 

Jiang Mi met Yan Wei’s gaze. In the dim light, a faint bruise tinted her eyelid. A thrill tightened in Jiang Mi’s chest.

 

“Is this… interesting?” Yan Wei’s voice was low, yet piercing.

 

Jiang Mi felt her heart seize and responded reflexively, “Interesting, yes. Don’t you think so, Teacher Yan?” She forced a hard edge into her voice.

 

No sooner had the words left her mouth than she felt watched—a predator’s gaze along her spine. Goosebumps rose.

 

Before she could speak, Yan Wei acted.

 

“Click.”

 

The locks engaged. The engine’s hum ceased. The interior lights flicked off. The dashboard’s glow died. In a moment, they plunged into half-light, half-shadow.

 

The seatbelt’s metallic click echoed sharply.

 

Then fabric rustled.

 

Yan Wei just stared at her, unbuttoning the pale blue chiffon of her blouse.

 

“What are you doing?” Jiang Mi gasped. She instinctively reached for the door—perhaps seeing Yan Wei’s movement. Yan Wei’s eyes darkened instantly.

 

She paused her action, her voice cold and dangerous in the melting darkness: “Is it not… interesting?”

 

A wave of brandy-scented warmth swept over them. “Then… let’s make it more interesting.”

 

With that, she lifted the A-line skirt and leaned in.

 

Jiang Mi’s legs gave way. Warmth, faint tobacco, and an all–too–familiar scent overtook her. Despite her discomfort and chaos, her arms lifted instinctively, accepting the passive intrusion.

 

Flickers of streetlights outside traced Yan Wei’s form near her—then vanished back into darkness.

 

Occasionally, a figure blurred by outside—silent reminders of the time and place.

 

“You’re crazy.” In absurd disbelief, Jiang Mi whispered.

 

The weight on her stiffened.

 

Yan Wei’s eyes, sharp in the thinning light, locked onto her face. They burned with complex emotions—self–mocking and ice–cold.

 

Moments later, a soft laugh drifted into her ear, lyrical but chilling: “That line’s familiar—but hearing it from you… feels new.”

 

She lifted a hand to brush Jiang Mi’s cheek—gentle yet bordering on cruel.

 

The cool brush of her lips came without warning—unlike any remembered affection.

 

This was conquest. It resonated with something deep and untameable inside her.

 

Jiang Mi’s mind went blank. Her body—trained to obey—responded with instinct. She leaned into the closeness, briefly consumed by it.

 

But then some spark of clarity startled her awake.

 

She grabbed Yan Wei’s shoulders, pushing her away.

 

Her eyes went red in an instant. No hesitation: “Yan Wei, I want a normal relationship—I want to know what you’re doing each day, to get your messages, your calls, to know your mood, what bothers you, what you’ve been through… whether you want me, love me. Yan Teacher, I am not a toy. I am a real person standing in front of you!”

 

She forced herself to meet the teardrop-blurred gaze.

 

“If this is all we can have, then okay—let’s not go further. I don’t want to be hurt.”

 

Yan Wei bowed her head, silent for a moment, then asked: “Do you feel hurt?”

 

“Very hurt.” Jiang Mi replied.

 

“Very hurt.” She repeated the words.

 

Yan Wei paused—her dark gaze softened briefly. All her previous resolve seemed to barge into a sponge and melt away. Her slender fingers slipped through Jiang Mi’s hair and finally found warmth. Her touch trailed softly along her cheek.

 

“…Do you want that?” Yan Wei’s voice was barely above a whisper, pressing gently against Jiang Mi’s chest.

 

Jiang Mi’s lips fluttered. Her eyes dropped until she saw through the car window—a familiar silhouette walking past the back of the car. The distance was too close—she could see the folds in work pants.

 

Her body reacted before her mind. She grabbed the seat adjustment lever, pulling it back. The seat sank—and Yan Wei with it.

 

She held her breath as she hushed: “My sister.”

 

Yan Wei remained pressed against her, closer than before. She held on, reviewing Jiang Mi’s panic-stricken expression from above.

 

“Why? Can’t stand being seen?” she asked.

 

Jiang Mi paused, then met her gaze: “So do you want to be seen?”

 

Silence followed.

 

Inside the dim car, their eyes locked like ropes suspending the space between them. No one spoke.

 

Then—Jiang Mi’s phone buzzed, lighting the space. The glow soon faded, and darkness reclaimed them, leaving only their uneven breaths.

 

“My mom…she’s waiting for me,” Jiang Mi’s voice became thick: “Let’s talk later, in Huai City.”

 

She felt each suppressed pulse in Yan Wei’s chest and her intense gaze buried on her face.

 

Half a minute passed.

 

Yan Wei slid off quietly. “Go upstairs.”

 

A rush of inexplicable emptiness seeped into Jiang Mi’s chest. The door cracked, then shut with a muffled thud in the night.

 

Just as Jiang Mi stepped in, the door wasn’t fully closed before Jiang Hu appeared in the frame.

 

She stood leaning lightly on the frame, not entering but her gaze swept Jiang Mi from messy hair to tight lips—nothing escaped her sharp scrutiny.

 

“Enough spectacle?” Jiang Mi said bitterly, a hint of guilt in her voice. “You watching costs extra, okay?”

 

“Alright then. Is it just one person—or two?” Jiang Hu asked.

 

Jiang Mi’s pulse jumped—she instinctively shot a glare.

 

Jiang Hu, unfazed, shrugged: “What’s the matter? Is Mom not human?”

 

Jiang Yushu stepped forward and sharply smacked Jiang Hu’s shoulder.

 

“Ow!” Jiang Hu yelped, hand to her arm. “Mom! That hurt!”

 

“If you keep talking nonsense, I’ll slap you flat. Know your place.”

 

Jiang Mi watched as Jiang Hu grumbled. Her irritation burst out—she couldn’t resist: “Serves you right.”

 

The chatter subsided.

 

Jiang Mi carried a plate of cut fruit to the balcony. The cool night breeze didn’t relieve the flush on her face. She pretended to open the curtains but secretly peeked—spotting the white car still parked below, hidden in shadow.

 

Her heart tightened and throbbed, making her fingertips tingle. She anxiously shut the curtains—every time she decided to break free, Yan Wei had a way of pulling her back just when she let go.

 

Night deepened.

 

After eleven, Jiang Mi picked up her packed bag.

 

“Didn’t you say you’d leave around four?” Jiang Yushu asked, concerned. “It’s late—roads aren’t safe, and you’d have slept better at home.”

 

“I’m fine, Mom. Plans changed.” Jiang Mi avoided her mother’s worried look. “I rested this afternoon—really don’t worry.”

 

She slipped out without letting them see her, nearly sneaking out. “No need to see me off—it’s cold downstairs. I’ll message you when I get there…”

 

Having said that, she pushed through the door quickly.

 

The door closed behind her. Jiang Yushu paused, then sighed. She turned to Jiang Hu, who silently watched her.

 

Jiang Hu said: “Don’t worry. There are plenty of people taking care of her now. She’ll probably gain the weight back next time she’s home.”

 

“If you’re bored, call her. She’s alone—maybe she’s suffered in silence, and we’d never know. She seemed off when she returned. Did you ask her why? Weren’t you two chatting today? Did she mention why she came back?”

 

Jiang Hu fell quiet, then stepped forward and put an arm around Jiang Yushu.

 

“Mom, you’ve been stressing—those white hairs are back. You worry too much. You know my sister—she never shares bad news. If I ask her anything she rolls her eyes. Trust me. I’m thinking of visiting her in Huai City to look after her. For now, sleep easy.”

 

Outside, a chill night wind blew over the empty street.

 

Jiang Mi took a deep breath and headed straight to the white car. She opened the front passenger door and settled inside.

 

Once the door closed, silence filled the tight space.

 

“Want me to drive?” she offered.

 

No sooner did she speak than Yan Wei started the engine. The headlights pierced the darkness, and they drove smoothly out of the neighborhood.

 

They didn’t speak the whole ride.

 

The license plate was from Jin City—it seemed a car someone else had arranged. And she had booked the morning flight. To be out at this hour…

 

Jiang Mi watched the dim sky and asked, “Where to?”

 

“Hotel.”