After a Disabled Alpha Marked a Yandere Female Lead - Chapter 42

Chapter 42: VIP

Zhu Qingluo looked at the scene before her and tried to remain rational. “The heat caused by a drug can also be treated with a counter-drug. Just bear with it. I’ll ask the housekeeper to find something.”

However, Jiang Yun was unfazed. “What did you think I called you here for?”

The scent of pheromones in the air grew stronger, mixing together in an ambiguous haze. The woman’s eyes were glistening and covered with a thin veil of mist, as if they could steal a person’s soul. The corners of her lips held a deep smile.

Zhu Qingluo pressed down on her wheelchair’s armrests, unable to stop herself from backing away. But there was no way Jiang Yun would let her leave. The only exit, the door behind her, had been closed by Jiang Yun herself. For now, she had to solve the problem in front of her.

“Why?”

At her question, Jiang Yun’s gaze fell and lingered on the back of Zhu Qingluo’s hands. “Naturally, I want you to help me.” Her tone was a little frivolous, a deliberate misinterpretation.

Zhu Qingluo was silent for a moment. She felt that Jiang Yun was not thinking clearly. Her expression suddenly became serious. What was happening was completely unexpected, and she didn’t know how to respond. Jiang Yun didn’t seem to think her words were “absurd,” which made it impossible to understand what was going on. The atmosphere became heavy, laced with a strange discomfort.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door. It was a “savior” who rescued Zhu Qingluo from the tense atmosphere. She suppressed her inner joy, glanced at Jiang Yun, whose expression was still composed, which made her feel a little confused. Under Jiang Yun’s gaze, she turned her wheelchair to the door. When she opened it, she saw the housekeeper.

The housekeeper was holding a bottle of red wine. Standing behind the door, she lowered her eyes and said stiffly, “Miss Jiang said she wanted to have a drink with you.”

Zhu Qingluo hesitated for a moment. The housekeeper’s eyes were fixed on her, so she had no choice but to take the wine. The door closed again. She couldn’t help but look down. She turned the bottle in her hand and saw the familiar label. It was the same bottle she had “spiced up.”

Thinking of this, Zhu Qingluo pretended nothing was wrong and looked up at the desk. The woman was resting with her eyes closed. After taking the drug, her body needed time to digest it, making her look a little weak. “Could you pour me a glass?” she asked softly, as if she noticed the silence beside her.

Zhu Qingluo had no choice but to move forward and stop opposite the desk. She placed two wine glasses on the table but didn’t open the bottle right away. Jiang Yun half-opened her eyes and looked at her. Zhu Qingluo quietly placed the bottle to the side. A dark glint flashed in Jiang Yun’s eyes. She paused briefly on the bottle and asked, feigning confusion, “Is something wrong?”

Zhu Qingluo lowered her gaze. “Sorry, I don’t want to drink.”

“That’s alright.” Under the influence of the drug, Jiang Yun felt her head getting hot. She pressed her temples, suppressing her inner restlessness. “Could you pour one for me?” She needed an outlet to release the energy building up in her body.

Zhu Qingluo disagreed. “You can’t drink right now. It will only intensify the effects of the drug.”

Jiang Yun’s expression changed slightly. She looked at her for a moment and said in a low voice, “I’m in a lot of pain right now…”

Zhu Qingluo was speechless. Her eyes fell on Jiang Yun’s face, and she could faintly see the pain between her eyebrows. The fever triggered by the drug seemed to be working faster than she had expected. But she had a gut feeling that something more terrifying might happen if she stayed in the same room as Jiang Yun. The appearance of this bottle of wine tonight was too much of a coincidence. She didn’t know what Jiang Yun’s goal was, but she had two choices in front of her: open the bottle of wine or personally help Jiang Yun with her needs. An immense pressure instantly crushed her, making the air around them feel solid. Zhu Qingluo’s expression was cold. She picked up the wine bottle again.

Jiang Yun watched this entire scene. A chill rose in her eyes. She stared at Zhu Qingluo as she opened the cork and slowly poured the wine, pushing a glass in front of her. She’d rather drink the wine than touch me. Jiang Yun’s face suddenly turned dark. The low pressure around her was almost completely drowned out by the strong scent of her pheromones. “I don’t want to drink it either,” she said mockingly.

Zhu Qingluo had just put down the bottle and was confused by her words. But Jiang Yun had lost interest in her. Zhu Qingluo sensed a tension in the air. Jiang Yun was now trying to get rid of her. However, she wasn’t going to leave at a time like this; she was still worried about Jiang Yun. A crimson blush appeared at the corner of Jiang Yun’s eyes, and her face was full of allure. Her breathing was still even, but as her chest rose and fell, her heart rate gradually quickened, and her consciousness began to blur. So, she watched as Zhu Qingluo turned around and wheeled herself toward the door. The next moment, Zhu Qingluo paused. She suddenly remembered something and slowly turned her wheelchair back.

Jiang Yun’s gaze gradually sharpened as she watched Zhu Qingluo return. Zhu Qingluo went to a nearby stack of magazines and pulled something out. She then came back to Jiang Yun, folded the paper in her hand twice, and looked at her.

Jiang Yun’s eyes quickly scanned the paper, realizing it was a special advertisement. It featured a picture of a beautiful woman and a phone number. “Is there anyone you like on here? If you call now, an alpha from a local number will be at your door within two hours…”

The emotions in Jiang Yun’s chest were so tangled up that she burst into laughter. “You want me to find someone else?”

For a moment, the facade on her face disappeared. The grimness in her eyes was frightening. She snatched the advertisement from Zhu Qingluo’s hand and tore it to shreds. The shredded paper scattered in the air. Zhu Qingluo instinctively closed her eyes. The pieces of paper were light as they hit her face and didn’t have much force behind them. But it was clearly not enough to “vent her anger.” Zhu Qingluo also realized that compared to a natural heat, Jiang Yun’s current state was surprisingly clear and controllable. The next moment, Jiang Yun grabbed her collar.

Meeting Jiang Yun’s gaze, Zhu Qingluo felt as if her throat was being constricted. “You’re being so clever, but do you really think I don’t know… who you went to see today?” The last thread of sanity in Jiang Yun’s mind snapped. She asked coldly. Then, Zhu Qingluo felt a glass of wine being pressed against her lips. A sweet scent wafted toward her, and she instinctively turned her face away. But Jiang Yun grabbed her chin, forcing her to turn back.

“You’re afraid to drink it, aren’t you?”

Zhu Qingluo was silent. However, Jiang Yun saw her true attitude, which proved that there was indeed poison in the wine. “Everything you said was a lie. You’ve been scheming and plotting for so long, all for the Jiang family’s money.”

At this moment, Zhu Qingluo felt calm. What she had said earlier was a lie. Her goal was to gain a foothold in the Jiang family. The only thing Jiang Yun was wrong about was that she never wanted to conspire with her own family. But there was no point in clarifying that now. Faced with Jiang Yun’s repeated questioning, she looked her in the eye, pursed her lips, and said, “We were always a relationship of mutual benefit.” Whether it was the agreement or the resources Jiang Yun had given her, they were both acting in their own self-interest.

Suddenly, Jiang Yun’s expression turned still. Her eyes were like poisoned knives, cutting into Zhu Qingluo. “Is that so?” Jiang Yun smiled a little, muttering to herself in a very low voice. Before Zhu Qingluo could react, she picked up the wine glass beside her and took a drink. Then, she grabbed Zhu Qingluo’s chin, leaned down, and kissed her, blocking her slightly parted lips and the gasp she was about to make.

Zhu Qingluo’s pupils constricted, and her heart pounded. Was she trying to die?! She knew there was poison in the wine, yet she was trying to take someone down with her before she died. When the cold wine spilled into her mouth, a faint scent filled her lips and teeth. Jiang Yun’s soft, agile tongue slid in, touching hers. Jiang Yun’s white thumb squeezed slightly, lifting Zhu Qingluo’s chin.

Zhu Qingluo swallowed naturally. A warm current went down to her stomach, burning her with a fiery sensation. She felt a kind of discomfort all over her body. Her mind started to buzz. She struggled to break free, but Jiang Yun was relentless. The feeling of her lips was like a soft, sweet jelly, mixed with the fruity pheromones and the fumes of the wine, drowning her consciousness. Their hot breaths intertwined and lingered.

However, after a short time, Zhu Qingluo’s tongue hurt. She quickly tasted a sweet, fishy flavor in her mouth. Jiang Yun had bitten her, but she didn’t stop the kiss. Zhu Qingluo felt a sharp pain and started to feel a lack of oxygen. Her face flushed red. As Jiang Yun was distracted, she pushed her away and immediately turned her head, gagging.

Jiang Yun’s expression was grim. She licked the corner of her lips as if savoring the taste. “Don’t you dare vomit,” she commanded. She watched Zhu Qingluo with interest, who was showing a rare expression of terror. She took the opportunity to wheel herself to the side of the wheelchair, placed her hands on the armrests, and smirked.

“You want me to die, so I’ll die with you. Are you scared now?”

Zhu Qingluo’s face was pale, and her heart was in turmoil.

“Don’t be afraid,” Jiang Yun said in a strangely soft tone. She walked behind Zhu Qingluo and leaned in to whisper in her ear, “I’m here. I won’t let you die.”

Even though there was no wind that night, a chill went down Zhu Qingluo’s spine. The air on her neck was heavy and humid, as if she were being watched by a colorful, venomous snake lurking in a swamp. She steadied herself and said, “Did you swap the bottle beforehand?” The wine they drank had no poison in it.

Jiang Yun just laughed softly. “Let’s make a bet.” She glanced down and reached out to lift a strand of hair from Zhu Qingluo’s shoulder. She wrapped it around her white fingers twice. “This is just the beginning. In the countless days to come, you’ll have a chance to kill me. If you succeed just once, you’ll get the entire Jiang family’s fortune. How does that sound?”

Even after discovering Zhu Qingluo’s ulterior motives, Jiang Yun, out of a certain psychological obsession as a person in a position of power, had never considered ending the marriage or letting her leave the Jiang family. But no matter what, these words were chilling.

“Miss Jiang, this is not a game.”

The other person didn’t listen to her. Instead, she muttered to herself, “I can’t think of any other reason to keep you.”

Zhu Qingluo’s heart wavered. She couldn’t help but turn her head, and her mind immediately sounded an alarm. She lowered her voice and said, “Miss Jiang, are you feeling unwell?” Today, Jiang Yun was truly not normal. She didn’t think this was just the effect of the drug. Maybe there was an unknown factor that had quickly worsened after Jiang Yun lost control of her emotions. And that bottle of wine was the fuse tonight.

Jiang Yun didn’t pay attention to her. She turned and picked up the wine glass, drinking by herself. Her lips were as red as if they were soaked in fresh bl00d. The wine overflowed from the gaps between her white fingers, dripping onto the thick carpet, staining the hem of her expensive nightgown. The liquid gathered at her feet, making it look as if she were standing in a pool of bl00d.

Zhu Qingluo’s heart sank. She instinctively felt that the current situation was extremely dangerous. Before Jiang Yun regained her senses, she had to get out of this place. With this in mind, she held onto her wheelchair, slowed her movements, and put some distance between them. Zhu Qingluo slowly backed away until she was near the door, sure that she was safe for now.

Suddenly, Jiang Yun’s drinking stopped. She calmly lifted a strand of hair in front of her and tucked it behind her ear. She then turned her gaze to the door, her eyes fixed on it. Her eyes were bloodshot and in a state of high excitement. Amidst a mix of chaotic emotions, madness appeared on her face. “Hide. Don’t let me find you.”

Zhu Qingluo’s hand on the doorknob trembled. Then, she opened the door and left.