Gold-Medal Lawyer Alpha and Her Doctor Jiang - Chapter 2: Beg Me

Chapter 2: Beg Me

Unfortunately, the “good thing” was interrupted, and Cen Qingyi’s phone rang at that moment.

Cen Qingyi was pushed slightly, and she ignored the ringing in her pocket, but the woman hissed impatiently.

The phone stopped and rang again, like a relentless summons, and as a consequence of Cen Qingyi’s persistence, her lips were bitten by sharp teeth; she leaned forward again but was kicked lightly, the jade-like foot pressing against her abdomen, as the woman frowned and said, “Answer the phone.”

Cen Qingyi initially thought it was Qin Zhen calling, and her accumulated anger made her movements rough as she checked the phone, but seeing the caller, her anger subsided slightly.

Lin Yuanzhi was calling, and as it was already late at night, without receiving Cen Qingyi’s call, she worried whether Cen Qingyi had passed out drunk in a bar or, worse, fallen into the hands of some opportunistic omega, like that woman in the black dress.

“I’m not at the bar,” Cen Qingyi said, not entirely lying, as they were now in the car.

Lowering her head, she met the woman’s lazy gaze, her unintentional charm captivating, with the dress strap slipping off her shoulder at some point, the half-hidden beauty making Cen Qingyi stare in a daze.

“Have you gone home?” Lin Yuanzhi asked, and Cen Qingyi struggled to steady her breathing, saying, “I’ll be back soon.”

“You drank, so don’t drive yourself, got it?” Lin Yuanzhi continued with instructions, but Cen Qingyi grew impatient because the person lying in the back seat sat up, the long dress sliding down slowly due to gravity.

Cen Qingyi took a deep breath and said with effort, “President Lin, rest early, I’m hanging up.”

Jiang Zhiyi opened her palm, and Cen Qingyi hesitated before handing over the phone, watching as Jiang Zhiyi turned it off.

Cen Qingyi’s bl00d still boiled within her, causing her to lose control, and if things had continued earlier, it would have felt natural, but now interrupted, she wondered whether to proceed.

As Cen Qingyi hesitated, Jiang Zhiyi raised her hand, adjusting the dress strap back into place.

So, it seemed things wouldn’t continue, and Cen Qingyi felt an inexplicable anger; Jiang Zhiyi had provoked her, and now she was backing off.

Jiang Zhiyi looked up, her face still flushed with lingering anger and alcohol, her cheeks rosy, and she touched the half-undone buttons on Cen Qingyi’s clothes, rebuttoning them one by one.

It was completely over, but Cen Qingyi retained a shred of rationality, staring at the buttoning action, unwillingly saying, “Not everyone would be like me.”

Jiang Zhiyi didn’t look up, asking softly, “Like what?”

“If it were someone else, you know what would happen tonight,” Cen Qingyi said, facing her in the confined space, too embarrassed to be forceful.

“Ha,” Jiang Zhiyi chuckled lightly, finished buttoning, smoothed the wrinkles on the clothes, hooked a button to pull Cen Qingyi closer, and looked up with a faint smile, saying, “I don’t like doing it in the car, let’s go to your place.”

**

Cen Qingyi was surprised yet unable to refuse; she had lost control due to bad news, but why was this woman acting this way? Her aura stood out in the bar, her noble status indicating she wasn’t ordinary… was it just for fun?

Cen Qingyi called for a designated driver from the bar, silently speculating along the way, occasionally glancing at the woman beside her, whose refined features formed a striking face, and for the first time, Cen Qingyi understood what her assistant An Ge meant by “looks fierce when not smiling.”

When the car stopped at her doorstep, Jiang Zhiyi in the back seat lazily said, “I don’t want to walk.”

Implying Cen Qingyi should carry her out, and at this point, Cen Qingyi didn’t want to let go of the woman who had teased her all night.

Despite lingering rationality hesitating, her body no longer allowed it.

The bumpy ride and alcohol made Cen Qingyi’s head buzz, and she only wanted to get home quickly, her body pushed to its limit.

But Cen Qingyi forgot that Qin Zhen was still downstairs, so when she carried someone out of the elevator, she nearly bumped into a girl in a baseball cap, whom she recognized as Xiao Ji, someone close to Qin Zhen.

A familiar musk mixed with a unique, rich fragrance hit her nose, and Xiao Ji, surprised by the scene, hesitated and said, “Zhen Jie is at the back door…” Pausing, she glanced at the woman in Cen Qingyi’s arms, exuding a natural softness yet with cold, proud eyes, and Xiao Ji looked away, saying, “Zhen Jie has been waiting for almost three hours.”

“You go back,” Cen Qingyi said, turning to leave, but Xiao Ji grabbed her clothes, saying, “Zhen Jie came specifically to see you.”

Cen Qingyi didn’t move, and Xiao Ji’s voice lowered, “Please don’t make this hard for me…” She knew Qin Zhen’s temper; after waiting so long tonight, if Xiao Ji went downstairs alone, Qin Zhen would be furious.

Cool fingertips lightly pressed around Cen Qingyi’s neck gland, and looking down, she saw the amusement fade from those watery eyes, the fingers on her neck suddenly pressing harder, making Cen Qingyi’s heart skip a beat.

Cen Qingyi quickly turned toward her apartment, set the person down, opened the door, let her in, and closed the door… the series of actions flowed smoothly, and she turned back, saying, “Let’s go.”

As Cen Qingyi and Xiao Ji went downstairs, Qin Zhen at the entrance saw them, let out a long breath, smiled, opened the car door, smelled alcohol, and frowned, saying, “Get in first.”

“You go back, it’s late,” Cen Qingyi said, standing under a tree, turning to Xiao Ji, “Take her back, can you take responsibility if she’s photographed?”

Cen Qingyi turned to leave, and Qin Zhen, about to get out, was stopped when Xiao Ji’s phone rang; Xiao Ji, as if seeing a savior, handed over the phone, saying, “It’s Sister Zhao’s call.”

Qin Zhen spread her hands, took a deep breath, answered the phone, and Sister Zhao asked worriedly, “Why’s your phone off?”

“Out of battery.”

“There are changes to the film festival details, we need to discuss now.”

Qin Zhen nodded, and Xiao Ji got into the car.

“Back to the hotel first,” Qin Zhen said, looking at the person hurrying away, feeling stifled; was this person always so eager to leave? How had she not noticed before?

As the car reached the first intersection, Qin Zhen thought of the alcohol-heavy person, asking, “Did she come back alone?”

“No.”

“Who brought her back?”

Xiao Ji recalled the girl in Cen Qingyi’s arms under the elevator’s warm light, stunningly beautiful—no, more like chillingly beautiful, with eyes cold as ice.

Xiao Ji didn’t dare say Cen Qingyi carried a woman back, saying, “I don’t know her.”

Qin Zhen’s brows stayed furrowed, casually asking, “Male or female?”

“Female.”

A moment later, Qin Zhen asked, “Pretty?”

“Average,” Xiao Ji said against her heart.

It was too late to go back now, and Qin Zhen took Xiao Ji’s phone to call, but it showed the phone was off.

Turned off! Qin Zhen frowned, looking out the car window, her mind on Cen Qingyi’s hurried departure—was it for the woman who brought her back?

The car fell into a low mood, and at a red light, Qin Zhen glanced at the mirror, noticing Xiao Ji’s guilty look, and said helplessly, “Next time, tell me these things immediately.”

Xiao Ji quickly agreed, thinking to herself: Zhen Jie really cares about Cen Qingyi, and over the years, it seems she cares more and more.

**

When Cen Qingyi opened the door, she still wondered whether to ask the woman’s name, but as the door opened, Ruan Xiang’s body greeted her, and she forgot about it entirely.

“You were gone so long,” the woman said, her tone a playful complaint, “I could barely stand.”

Since Cen Qingyi set her down, Jiang Zhiyi had been in this unsteady stance, swaying but never falling, and now, she finally found her footing.

Cen Qingyi carried her to the bathroom, saying, “It’s too late to regret now.”

The bathroom door slammed shut, a graceful figure leaned against it, and Jiang Zhiyi slightly tilted her chin, a storm approaching.

Cen Qingyi didn’t know that top-tier omegas, beyond their stunning looks and alluring pheromones, had other unique traits, but today she saw it firsthand—they had extra glands.

Ordinary omegas only had glands at the neck and below, but Jiang Zhiyi had them at her earlobes and elsewhere, though small, noticeable as faint red marks when aroused.

Jiang Zhiyi’s body wasn’t as slender as Cen Qingyi had thought; her beautiful mermaid line rivaled Cen Qingyi’s, and she murmured, “Do you work out often?”

Jiang Zhiyi gave a noncommittal hum, seemingly uninterested in answering.

Cen Qingyi wanted to remove the obstructing clothes, but Jiang Zhiyi grabbed her wrist, pushing it away, and said vaguely yet domineeringly, “I’ll do it.”

Cen Qingyi stared at the slender, nimble fingertips, her head buzzing; was this right? It wasn’t wrong either—ancient poems spoke of dying under peonies, and as someone nearing death, it would be a pity not to experience this.

The gland’s heat and softness signaled sensory awakening, the neck gland starting to break down, and Jiang Zhiyi squinted slightly, her fingertips digging into smooth black hair, her body trembling.

The thread of rationality in Cen Qingyi’s mind was about to snap, and her last shred of reason made her wonder distractedly: Should she ask her name? No need—the world was vast, and her short life wouldn’t cross paths with her again.

“Ah!” Cen Qingyi, lost in thought, felt her neck gland bitten; she never expected an omega to mark her, and the last thread of rationality snapped.

Top-tier omegas had a unique ability—they could reverse-mark.

From shallow to deep marking, they could do it all, except for the final bonding mark.

Cen Qingyi touched her slightly warm neck gland, relieved it wasn’t broken, and Jiang Zhiyi, with drunken, hazy eyes, smiled provocatively, saying, “If you can’t handle it, I’ll take over.”

Cen Qingyi grabbed her chin, saying fiercely, “Tonight, I’ll make you regret this.”

No turning back now, Cen Qingyi’s rationality went offline, and the barriers of morality and reason vanished completely.

They say thirty is like a wolf, forty like a tiger, and though the woman before her wasn’t yet at that age, she already had the ferocity of both.

From shallow to deep marking, initially, Cen Qingyi still had one thought: no bonding mark; she was dying, true, but the woman wasn’t, and she couldn’t leave potential consequences for others.

Alcohol numbed Cen Qingyi’s occasionally surfacing rationality; her body seemed to have its own will, reacting rebelliously to pleas, like a bad student facing an easily bullied teacher.

The stricter the teacher enforced rules, the more the bad student caused trouble.

Bullying was fun, at least more than studying.

Cen Qingyi had been under immense pressure lately; the devastating news of her illness had upended her life, leaving her helpless for the first time, unable to encourage herself as before that persistence would make everything okay.

In the face of illness, humans were frail, pitiful, and helpless.

So, at this moment, Cen Qingyi was like an enraged beast, finally finding a chance to unleash, going wild in a gentle world, exhilarating yet with an inexplicable heart-wrenching pain; she wanted to cry but wouldn’t allow herself to be weak.

Cen Qingyi lost her rationality; if the usual Cen Qingyi was a gentleman, the fully unleashed person now became a beast in gentleman’s clothing.

Looking at the tearful woman, Cen Qingyi leaned close to her bl00d-red ear, chuckling softly, “Beg me.”