After a Disabled Alpha Marked a Yandere Female Lead - Chapter 28

Chapter 28: VIP

“Miss Zhu, are you feeling unwell?”

Li Wusi looks over, past Jiang Yun, and at Zhu Qingluo. Zhu Qingluo’s expression is unwavering. “I’m fine.” She uses her other hand to grip the armrest and sits back at the table. Xie Ke’s gaze lingers on the two women’s arms, but she shows no concern. After a while, no one at the table pays attention to them.

Zhu Qingluo feels a warmth in her palm and quietly tries to pull her hand away. It quickly slips out. Jiang Yun’s hand senses her departure and her fingertips curl unconsciously. She looks annoyed but maintains her composure. She places her hand back on the table, gripping her wine glass. This is the second time Zhu Qingluo has rejected her.

The atmosphere around the table suddenly becomes tense. Even the people at the table feel it, and no one speaks. Li Wusi seems to understand something. She wipes her hands with a napkin, pours half a glass of wine, and says to Jiang Yun, “Miss Jiang, let’s talk about something else.”

“Alright,” Jiang Yun says with a smile.

“I think you have a misunderstanding about me. If there’s a chance in the future, I’ll definitely invite you to my lab…”

Zhu Qingluo, being closest to the “low pressure,” feels it more than anyone else. She has a vague feeling that she has gotten herself into “trouble.” Even if she stands her ground, Jiang Yun won’t care and might even escalate things. So, she has to find another way.

Looking at the lobster on her plate, Zhu Qingluo ignores the surrounding noise and begins to slowly and meticulously peel the shells. Her hands are long and fair. The smell of alcohol fills the air, and her hands are bathed in a translucent, warm glow. Her movements are clean and efficient. The sight is captivating.

Jiang Yun notices her actions, lowers her eyes, and a new idea forms in her mind. She sees the decorative chain on Zhu Qingluo’s sleeve hanging down, shimmering silver. She reaches out and hooks her finger around it. Jiang Yun’s fingers wrap around the chain twice, following it down to its end, almost touching Zhu Qingluo’s bare wrist. She tugs it, and the chain tightens the cuff.

Finally, Zhu Qingluo’s peeling motion stops. She gives Jiang Yun a brief look. “Do you want some?” She places the peeled shrimp in Jiang Yun’s plate.

Jiang Yun is surprised. She looks down. Is this shrimp for her? “Yes,” she says softly. She then lets go of the chain.

Zhu Qingluo peels another one. This time, instead of putting it on the plate, she holds it naturally to Jiang Yun’s lips.

The people nearby notice and look on with curiosity. They are the only married couple at the table, but few know how “good” their relationship is. No one expected them to show such “affection” in public.

Jiang Yun notices the attention as well. She stares at Zhu Qingluo for a moment. This is completely unexpected. Zhu Qingluo is being openly affectionate with her, yet she knows where to draw the line. Jiang Yun opens her lips and takes the shrimp. She slightly narrows her eyes, watching Zhu Qingluo subtly pull her hand back.

A moment later, Zhu Qingluo offers her another one. “There’s more.”

A while passes. Zhu Qingluo is still focused on peeling shrimp. Jiang Yun’s expression is unreadable. “That’s enough,” she says.

The next second, Zhu Qingluo eats the shrimp herself.

Jiang Yun leans back in her chair, her eyes half-closed. She feels her stomach getting full. The culprit is completely oblivious, and Jiang Yun wonders. She thinks that Zhu Qingluo likes her actions and is eager to reciprocate in public.

After Zhu Qingluo’s sudden display, Jiang Yun becomes much quieter. Zhu Qingluo decides to see the act through, ignoring the stares of the others. When Xie Ke is about to pour Jiang Yun more wine, Zhu Qingluo stops her. The atmosphere freezes. She looks at Xie Ke, whose expression has darkened, without any change in her own face.

Zhu Qingluo turns to Jiang Yun and says in a caring tone, “You’ve had a lot to drink. It’s not good for your stomach. You should have some fruit instead.” With that, she picks up a plate of fruit, subtly moves the wine glass away, and places the fruit in front of Jiang Yun.

Jiang Yun stares at Zhu Qingluo’s calm face. The light from the chandelier reflects in her dark eyes, creating a warm glow. It’s as if in her eyes, there’s only room for her, despite the crowd around them.

When Jiang Yun comes back to her senses, she’s already tasted the sour and sweet passion fruit, its aroma filling her mouth.

The noise of the crowd fades into the background. At their corner of the table, Xie Ke’s hand on the wine bottle is stiff. Zhu Qingluo is so openly affectionate. At first, people were surprised, but Zhu Qingluo’s calm and natural demeanor makes it seem like a normal, loving relationship after marriage.

After two rounds of drinks, everyone is full. Some people are getting tired because of the long time. A slow, elegant song starts to play. Li Wusi leads the group outside for dancing and singing, and everyone cheers and leaves the table.

“Xie Ke, I need your help outside. Come with me,” Li Wusi says, getting up and walking to the other side of the table. Xie Ke nods and grabs her jacket from the back of her chair.

As she is about to leave, she notices that two people haven’t moved. “A-Yun, we should go…”

Jiang Yun is holding her forehead, seemingly unresponsive to the outside world. “We’ll go in a bit,” Zhu Qingluo says.

When they are alone, their eyes meet. An invisible spark flies between them. Xie Ke’s kind mask has been torn off, and she looks at Zhu Qingluo with a strange, wary expression.

“Xie Ke—” Li Wusi calls from outside.

Xie Ke’s gaze falls on Jiang Yun’s profile. “Take care of her,” she says to Zhu Qingluo.

Zhu Qingluo remains silent. Then, Xie Ke leaves, and silence returns.

But Zhu Qingluo doesn’t notice because her sleeve has been grabbed. She is a little worried. After thinking for a moment, she asks, “Are you drunk?”

“No,” Jiang Yun replies. Her cheeks are slightly flushed, her eyelashes long and thick. The corners of her eyes are long and angled, giving her a captivating look. Her presence exudes an intoxicating fragrance.

Zhu Qingluo’s eyes shift away. She takes a glass and pours her some water. From her past experience, she has a feeling that Jiang Yun is doing this on purpose. But Jiang Yun doesn’t drink the water. She leans back in her chair, a tired look on her face. Maybe she is really drunk, or maybe the chair is too hard. She frowns, seemingly uncomfortable.

Zhu Qingluo looks at the large glass window across from her. On the balcony, the crowd is gathered in one place. The air is lively and fresh, and the sound of slow, classical music drifts in.

“If you’re tired, you can lean on my shoulder,” she says, having seen Jiang Yun’s expression from the corner of her eye. Then, she feels a weight on her left shoulder.

Zhu Qingluo looks down at the black hair on her shoulder. This is not the most difficult thing to resist. The strong fragrance of Jiang Yun’s perfume fills her nostrils. For a moment, she feels dazed, but she quickly returns to reality and suppresses the slight discomfort.

Jiang Yun’s expression is unclear, but Zhu Qingluo hears her whisper, “The things I’ve done seem to be bothering you.”

Zhu Qingluo knows she’s talking about what happened at the table. After a moment of silence, she replies, “They’re not.”

Clearly, Jiang Yun doesn’t regret it. Her next question is a bit of a challenge. “Then why did you act on your own?”

Zhu Qingluo is not intimidated. “I didn’t do it for any other reason. I just wanted to be good to you, so I did it.”

The voice in front of her suddenly stops. There is a long silence.

Jiang Yun’s eyes are fiery, and a smile plays on her lips. Zhu Qingluo likes her and is expressing it “passionately.”

“Seriously?”

Zhu Qingluo nods softly. “Yes.”

Then, she feels a soft hand reach for her waist. Under the warm light, Zhu Qingluo’s eyelids droop. She feels helpless but doesn’t know what to say. Their conversation is completely at odds with Jiang Yun’s actions. She should have known that Jiang Yun’s nature is to be so reckless and unreasonable.

The room is quiet. The only sound is the ticking of a clock. Jiang Yun was leaning on her shoulder, but now she is half in her arms. She feels boneless, exuding a sweet fragrance, and her body is soft and warm against her.

Zhu Qingluo stays still, but she suddenly feels a bit suffocated. She looks down at her, from her beautiful eyes to her straight nose. The words from her lips are always so sharp. At this moment, she suddenly realizes something. This is not a rose wrapped in thorns, but a venomous snake in a swamp. When the hunter is tired, it will launch a fatal strike.

Jiang Yun’s hands move up to her waist and then gently wrap around her. She is not causing trouble.

Zhu Qingluo is a little surprised and doesn’t stop her. Jiang Yun rests her chin on her shoulder, seeming to take a nap. She feels refreshed and comfortable. She doesn’t open her eyes. She moves closer to Zhu Qingluo’s ear, and her voice becomes lazy and hoarse. “Do you know what your words mean?”

Zhu Qingluo pretends to think for a while. Seeing her silent for a long time, Jiang Yun is patient. “You said you want to be good to me? What else? Tell me everything.”

There is no pressure in her words, but Zhu Qingluo is suddenly at a loss for words. “I… I don’t know right now.” Her eyes are on the ends of Jiang Yun’s hair, which are slightly curled and resting on her.

Her answer is simple and honest. Jiang Yun doesn’t feel that it’s perfunctory. She is generous. “Don’t think about it. Just do it.”

Zhu Qingluo’s breath catches. She looks at her for a moment and then confirms that Jiang Yun is not “joking.” It seems that for her, action is more important than words. Maybe in her eyes, Zhu Qingluo is a woman of action.

“Okay,” she says, a lot of thoughts in her head.

Jiang Yun gives a small laugh. Zhu Qingluo feels her ear burning. She can’t help but hug Zhu Qingluo tighter. Some people have a hard time expressing their love.