A Flirtatious Beauty Alpha Provokes a Crazy Omega - Chapter 7
Chapter 7: Cancellation
Azure Hotel was a five-star hotel in Huaicheng, near the expressway exit to the film and television city. It was one of the most frequented star-rated hotels for local celebrities and actors.
The company hadn’t provided Jiang Mi with a personal driver or nanny car—this black SUV was actually a friendly favor from Zhou Shanshan.
As the car entered the underground parking garage, Jiang Mi stepped out wearing a soft yellow trench coat. Zhao Jia tugged on her sleeve and gestured for her to look ahead.
Jiang Mi looked up and caught a glimpse of a dark violet figure disappearing behind the glass doors of the underground entrance.
They had already noticed Yàn Wei’s car earlier on the road ahead of them.
Zhao Jia urged, “Come on, let’s go up together.”
Jiang Mi tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. By the time they caught up, the elevator doors were closing.
Their eyes met for two seconds—then the elevator doors cut their gaze apart.
“…”
Zhao Jia comforted her: “It’s fine. Maybe she didn’t have time to hold the door.”
Jiang Mi nodded in agreement. “Yeah, must be that.”
The two exchanged glances, fell silent, then Zhao Jia leaned in and whispered, “Did we offend her?”
Given the timing, the person in the elevator had plenty of opportunity to hold the door. It seemed this cold and distant Miss Yan didn’t particularly like them.
Jiang Mi tilted her head and whispered back, “You’re overthinking it. It’s not ‘us.’”
If anyone had offended Yan Wei, it was her—this mysterious woman.
Zhao Jia thought for a moment and offered a suggestion: “Yan-laoshi is staying on the 20th floor. You should bring her the gift later. Maybe she feels slighted—like everyone else got a gift except her. It could come off rude.”
Jiang Mi replied, “Giving her a gift now would be even ruder.”
She glanced at the elevator floor indicator. Yan Wei already didn’t seem fond of her—showing up at her door now with a gift might be too shameless.
The elevator kept rising. The scent of lily-of-the-valley, characteristic of the hotel, lingered in the air. The atmosphere was quiet.
In the elevator, Surui glanced at Yan Wei. “Seems like you really don’t like her.”
Yan Wei’s expression remained cold as ever. She didn’t respond, and Surui was used to it.
“But I think she’s kind of cute. And her manager’s very thoughtful. I even got a little gift—look.” Surui held up a phone charm from her bag.
Yan Wei responded blandly: “Mm.”
“When I wasn’t around this afternoon, what did she give you?”
“Nothing.”
“Huh? That’s odd. I heard she’s even your fan. Did you scare her into unfollowing you?”
The elevator doors opened. Yan Wei gave her a sideways glance.
Surui held her smile. Though she held some sway in the entertainment industry and had been a sort of mentor to Yan Wei, she still didn’t have the nerve to provoke this woman.
“Oh right, the red carpet outfit for the end of the month will be delivered to the hotel later,” Surui added. “I won’t follow you to your room. Also, your aunt called me earlier—check your phone.”
All she received in response was silence—a retreating back.
Yan Wei entered her room, pulled out a suppressant from her bag, then threw both the bag and phone onto the sofa. She took off her coat, lifted the hem of her black sweater, revealing pale, soft skin and the simple black undergarments beneath.
She undressed completely at the bathroom door and shut it behind her with a heavy thud.
Soon, the dry bathroom filled with mist and humidity.
On the floor lay the empty suppressant tube.
Her neck turned red from the hot water, which streamed over the injection site and her sensitive gland. Her body trembled uncontrollably from the physiological reaction.
Eyes half-closed, she stood under the stream, pink hands massaging her throat. She clenched her fingers tightly around her neck, as if she could squeeze the discomfort out of her body through sheer force.
They actually did have time to let Jiang Mi into the elevator earlier—but she simply couldn’t stand being in such a small space with her.
No matter how docile or harmless Jiang Mi’s Alpha pheromones seemed, as an Omega, she couldn’t escape the attraction of compatibility.
At the script reading and launch event, they hadn’t interacted much, so she could barely tolerate the scent of that “milky sweetness.” But during today’s filming, perhaps because it had been too long since her last hormonal trigger, her glands reacted immediately after being close to Jiang Mi.
After that particular scene, she had to rush to the bathroom to calm down.
It was the first time something like this had ever happened.
And now, she still needed suppressants to control the ongoing physiological response.
A cold, self-mocking laugh escaped her lips, her eyes filled with disdain.
Maybe she shouldn’t have gotten herself into this mess.
She recalled the audition again—that same day, the Alpha with those tear-filled, flushed peach blossom eyes had recited the provocative lines:
“Do you love me for who I am, for my rough hands, or for my tongue?”
At the time, she thought it was ridiculous—and yet somehow fascinating. It wasn’t just the pheromones. It was the sheer audacity of that line. That Alpha had managed to arouse her—completely—just with a few words.
Someone like that was clearly dangerous.
She had known that from the moment she met Jiang Mi. But Jiang Mi had also given her a feeling that was… different.
So when Director Jiang Qiu asked what she thought of this actress, she didn’t say no.
She hated trouble and risk—but she thrived on the thrill and pain of it.
She didn’t care if it was Jiang Mi or someone else. What she felt was the rare, vivid sensation of being alive.
Something she hadn’t felt in a long time.
And Springtime, the show, would take three whole months to shoot…
Three months…
Later, Yan Wei walked out of the bathroom.
Her phone buzzed steadily on the sofa. Draped in a bath towel, she slumped down. The brown leather dipped under her weight. The screen showed a missed call from Mo Yun, and her brows creased slightly.
She tapped open her phone just as a message popped up.
Mo Yun: “Bring Jiang Mi home for dinner sometime.”
She stared at the name that had been appearing more and more frequently on her screen. Perhaps this person would start annoying her sooner than expected.
After a few seconds, she tossed the phone aside without replying.
…
In another hotel room, Jiang Mi had just finished her shower and stood in front of the mirror in a white hotel bathrobe. She studied her facial expressions in the mirror, trying to rehearse.
That final scene from earlier—what Yan Wei had “given” her—felt like a chip embedded in her chest.
Yan Wei’s presence was a silent, invisible pressure. Jiang Mi was an actress too. Even if she couldn’t catch up to her, she at least shouldn’t be overwhelmed.
She started to genuinely feel what Liang Yongping felt toward Qin Shui.
She looked into the mirror—at Liang Yongping staring back at her.
Recalling Qin Shui’s fleeting smile, recalling how Qin Shui had pinned her against the door with aggressive affection—Qin Shui’s scent was that of rose-scented body wash—just like her: charming, soft, and warm.
Her hands were gentle, always cool to the touch—like… soft pudding, or the smoothest kind of cake. Sometimes it made one want to put them into their mouth.
But Qin Shui’s lips—those were the most dangerous. When they drew close, their fullness felt like a switch pressed against her heart, making her mind buzz and her teeth ache.
To kiss them, or to bite them, to grind them between her teeth until they flushed red with bl00d…
And then to pity them again, because they looked so pitiful.
They would kiss again, cherishing each intimate blend of lips and teeth.
Then, she would kiss Qin Shui’s neck, where her pulse beat passionately beneath skin slick with a light sheen of sweat. Her kiss would become dry, so she would pause—lingering on that most sensitive spot of her neck, licking gently…
A rose scent, a faint hint of salt, and the unique natural scent of a woman.
There should be a touch of sweetness—fresh and mellow fruit, a trace of oakwood—the flavor of brandy.
Brandy…
Wait!
Jiang Mi suddenly shivered hard.
She snapped out of her startling imagination and focused again on the woman in the mirror. At some point, it was no longer Liang Yongping reflected there.
She instinctively pressed down on her pounding heart—but it was unmistakably Jiang Mi’s own heartbeat.
Jiang Mi stood frozen for a moment, then shook her head violently.
That was close—she almost overstepped with Yan Wei.
But the good news was—she finally felt herself getting into character.
For a brief second, an absurd thought flashed through Jiang Mi’s mind:
When Yan Wei reads the script and sees “Liang Yongping”… does her mind picture my face?
…
Early morning—today’s call time was set earlier than usual.
Jiang Mi sipped the freshly made soy milk Zhao Jia had juiced herself and read her script in the car.
Zhao Jia noticed she seemed in good spirits and remarked, “You’re really something. Any other actor would be overjoyed to do a kiss scene with Yan Wei. But you? Gloomy during filming, and now that it’s postponed, you’re suddenly full of energy.”
The schedule change came in the middle of the night.
Jiang Qiu—maybe after reconsidering things—had decided to push the kiss scene back and shoot a different, less intimate one instead.
Earlier that morning, Jiang Mi had even seen a private message from Jiang Qiu sent at 3 a.m.:
“Since I chose you, I believe you can do this. I’ll give you some time—just return to me a true ‘Liang Yongping.’”
Jiang Mi figured maybe her performance yesterday really had been too subpar. As the director, Jiang Qiu couldn’t afford a shoot that stalled from the very first scene. So she decided to give her a bit more time.
So actually, Jiang Mi wasn’t in the best mood this morning—but knowing the delay was because of her, that not-so-great mood had turned into motivation.
That, Zhao Jia mistook as “full of energy.”
Before Jiang Mi could respond, her phone vibrated, interrupting her.
She looked at the screen and relaxed: “Dear Mom.”
On the other end, Jiang You Shu’s smiling voice came through: “Sweetie, you’re on the road, right? Had breakfast?”
“Mhm. What’s up? Why’re you calling so early?”
“Can’t I call my sweet girl just because I miss her?”
“Of course, of course. So, what’s the real reason?”
She knew her dear mother too well.
Jiang You Shu chuckled: “I just wanted to say—even if you don’t feel like staying over, if you have time, go visit Aunt Mo. She keeps thinking about us. She even called last night to ask if you didn’t want to come by.”
Jiang Mi bit on her soy milk straw. “Okay. I’ll visit her if I get the chance. Has Jiang Hu gone back lately?”
She tried to change the subject and divert her mom’s attention to her less dutiful sister.
Sure enough, Jiang You Shu huffed: “Why would she come back? She can stay at that repair shop of hers forever!”
Jiang Mi put on her good-daughter act and laughed: “She’s dating someone. It’s normal to be busy.”
Jiang You Shu paused for a few seconds: “Don’t change the subject. Just because your sister’s disobedient doesn’t mean you should follow her lead.”
Jiang Mi: “…Wow, your reflexes are getting sharp, dear Mother.”
Even so, Jiang You Shu couldn’t bear to scold her too hard and softened her tone: “If you really don’t want to visit, at least be polite. A call would be nice.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to—it’s just…”
“I heard. I only just found out too—the little girl who used to run after you calling ‘sister’ turned out to be that Yan Wei on TV. But she’s a big star now, and you haven’t seen each other in years. Of course she’s changed. It’s normal if you’re not as close anymore. But Aunt Mo’s always been kind to you. You should know how to show respect.”
Jiang Mi nearly chewed her straw to bits. She didn’t even realize how tightly she was clenching her teeth. Just hearing Yan Wei’s name made her hyper-focused.
“I know… But I remember Aunt Mo didn’t stay long after moving in. I barely even remember her now. I didn’t think she’d still be so warm to me after all these years.”
“Maybe she just liked you. We helped them out back then too. Honestly, your Aunt Mo had a tough life. That Yan Wei kid, she had it hard growing up too…”
At that, Jiang Mi instinctively lowered her phone’s volume.
Ten minutes later, she ended the call.
Zhao Jia noticed her solemn expression and asked gently, “Everything okay? Something wrong at home?”
Just then, the car pulled to a stop.
Jiang Mi shook her head and stepped out. She had never imagined that the reason Yan Wei’s family moved away was like that.
No wonder Yan Wei always kept people at arm’s length.
A trace of something like sadness crossed Jiang Mi’s face. Zhao Jia panicked and asked, “What’s wrong, my little ancestor? You mentioned something about a sister? Is there anything I can do to help?”
Jiang Mi paused, her gaze fixed ahead. She quietly said, “Then… can you make two cups of soy milk tomorrow morning?”
Zhao Jia: “…Huh? Sure, sure, I can!”
But before Zhao Jia could ask more, Jiang Mi had already walked away.
…
Yan Wei stepped down from her van. It had rained the night before, and the ground was damp. Her heels clicked against the wet pavement. The air seemed heavier, the sounds more muffled.
People greeted her, and she nodded politely but distantly.
But soon, she twitched her nose, eyes narrowing slightly.
The next second, a bright, fresh face appeared before her—eyes crinkled in a smile, carrying the sparkle of stars you only see after a rainy night.
“Good morning, Teacher Yan.”
The Alpha who had been flustered, anxious, and even dejected during yesterday’s kiss scene, now radiated carefree charm again.
Yan Wei stared at her.
Ah—Jiang Qiu had canceled today’s kiss scene.