I Am Her Secret Beauty and Strong Alpha (GL) - Chapter 20

It felt like being unknowingly plunged into hell, the ground ablaze with fire that tormented Mu Xi’s body with excruciating intensity.

Realizing her estrus had come early, Mu Xi immediately submitted a leave application and explanation to Nan Zhiyi, then locked herself in her room to inject a suppressant.

Throughout the Nan household, even among the helpers, there were many omegas. She absolutely couldn’t continue working; it would be a disaster not only for the omegas but also for herself.

Moreover, among those omegas was the most dangerous one, the young miss Nan Xi, who was always seemingly nonchalant yet capable of enticing people—someone she absolutely should not provoke.

…The thought of Nan Xi tormented Mu Xi even more.

Since differentiating into an alpha, Mu Xi had experienced many estrus cycles, but this time she felt ashamed to even speak of it.

This was a shameful, sinful estrus, and she knew very well why it had suddenly come early and why she was torturing herself like this.

Some desires were simply beyond her capacity to bear.

When Nan Xi secretly kissed Mu Xi, Mu Xi was sound asleep and didn’t notice at all.

It was the bite Nan Xi later inflicted that truly woke Mu Xi from her dream, and it was quite forceful.

However, even with signs of waking, she wasn’t fully conscious; otherwise, her acting skills wouldn’t have fooled Nan Xi. At that time, Mu Xi only felt something incredibly soft brushing against her lips, then suddenly it playfully nipped her, bringing a sweet ache.

Half-asleep, Mu Xi smiled, something she would feel ashamed of when she recalled it.

Subconsciously, she was perfectly clear. The only person who could do that to her was Nan Xi, yet she had actually smiled, and Nan Xi must have seen it…

Later, when Nan Xi left the car, Mu Xi opened her eyes alone in the vehicle, sitting there for a long time as if her soul had been emptied, her gaze vacant.

After a long while, she looked in the rearview mirror and subconsciously raised a hand to touch her lips.

Those lips looked no different from usual, yet Mu Xi felt they had changed, appearing more crimson and alluring than usual, and hotter.

Mu Xi had forgotten how long it had been since she dared to lick her own lips, even when they were painfully dry, as if licking them would break some kind of taboo.

She frequently opened the front-facing camera to look at her lips. At that time, they had filled her with joy, but now they made her feel ashamed and embarrassed. It turned out that a mouth could bring such a burden.

Dispiritedly, she drove the car back to the Nan residence. She started her daily work, but always lowered her head or covered her mouth when speaking to people, as if afraid of being seen through.

She felt extremely guilty, and she knew it herself.

Although it wasn’t her initiative, she hadn’t done anything.

The busy work quickly helped Mu Xi divert her attention, until noon, when Mu Xi returned to the butler’s room for lunch and looked at the information on her phone—

Nan Xi had sent a message.

Nan Xi had never messaged her before; if there was anything, they would communicate by phone.

Yet, at this very moment, Nan Xi sent her first message…

Mu Xi almost threw her phone away, as if it had been contaminated by something terrifying.

She widened her eyes and breathed deeply, gathering enough courage to open the chat with Nan Xi, afraid that Nan Xi had noticed she was almost awake that morning and would mention that heart-stopping lip contact.

Fortunately, Nan Xi only asked if she had eaten lunch.

Wait.

Lunch, she had eaten lunch.

Eating lunch meant that Mu Xi had inevitably licked her own lips. The belief she had painstakingly maintained all morning had collapsed. She had unintentionally… with Nan Xi…

Two more hours passed before Mu Xi mechanically replied to Nan Xi’s message:

“Thank you, young miss. I slept well and had lunch.”

It was already too late.

The strange sensation from her lips in the morning kept replaying in her mind. Mu Xi hadn’t seen the specific details with her eyes closed at the time, but she couldn’t stop thinking about it, creating countless possible scenarios for herself. Those scenarios intertwined and randomly appeared in her mind, occupying all her space.

Fortunately, in the afternoon, she only needed to accompany Nan Lian; otherwise, Mu Xi’s state at the time would likely have been full of flaws.

She could no longer work normally. A strange mix of joy, worry, and fear lingered in her heart—a lesson that was usually not taught at domestic science universities.

…It seemed there was such a course. There was an ethics course in college that seemed to be about how to avoid or handle relationships within families, between families and domestic staff. Mu Xi hadn’t chosen that course.

If she could do it over, she would definitely study that course well, and only dare to work at the Nan residence after getting an A+.

The state of mixed and overlapping emotions continued until Nan Xi returned home.

The moment she saw Nan Xi, saw the composed, graceful Nan Xi who looked as if nothing had happened.

Mu Xi’s heart was of course complicated, yet it suddenly became strangely calm, like an anchor finally settling in the sea, her constantly drifting heart finally still.

She still looked so good.

Mu Xi thought, let this matter pass. She would pretend not to know, and so would she. Let the… kiss that morning be just an accident. In the future, she would be more careful to keep her distance, and everything would pass.

This was the reason why Mu Xi had kept her distance from Nan Xi for the next three days, and she should have continued to do so.

She carefully considered every reply to Nan Xi, striving for every word to be respectful, sincere, and inoffensive. She maintained an absolute physical distance from Nan Xi, ensuring there would be no more opportunities for contact. She even deliberately reduced her interactions with Nan Xi. In fact, if she tried, she could completely free herself up to pick up and drop off Nan Xi from work, but she tried to let the driver do it as much as possible.

Unexpectedly, these efforts angered Nan Xi instead.

Nan Xi directly asked that question that morning, asking if she knew about the secret kiss, and Mu Xi had no way to lie.

…Nan Xi hadn’t left her any room to lie.

Nan Xi’s offensive had been very aggressive, as if she was determined to have her, as if she had already become something in her grasp. Although she denied it, anyone with eyes could easily see her deep affection for her ex.

Even disregarding the vast difference in social status between Nan Xi and herself, Mu Xi felt a lump in her throat about being treated as someone else.

So what about the subsequent situation?

Could it be that even knowing this emotion was deformed and twisted, she would still feel… moved by it?

After that morning when she was forced by Nan Xi, the moment Nan Xi got out of the car, Mu Xi collapsed onto the steering wheel, feeling a surge of heat rising within her body.

She had originally thought it was just humiliation.

She should feel humiliated, shouldn’t she? Wasn’t the implication in Nan Xi’s words that she wouldn’t let her go? Yet, for the sake of her position, she could only swallow her anger. Wasn’t that worthy of humiliation?

How could this feeling called “humiliation” continuously deteriorate and spread during its growth, finally becoming the raging flames that scorched her?

In the afternoon, while supervising the maids cleaning the house, Mu Xi momentarily spaced out, recalling Nan Xi’s words to her, and then the kiss from a few days ago.

Immediately, her body reacted reflexively. Mu Xi’s legs went weak, and she almost fell to the ground.

Everyone was startled. Xiao Jiang and Xiao Ji quickly came to support her, asking if she was unwell.

Mu Xi felt dizzy and her legs were weak. She leaned on the sofa and stood up from the ground, but her face was still strangely flushed.

Her body was heating up, and Mu Xi felt very uncomfortable. But she didn’t immediately think of her estrus. Because Xiao Jiang was an omega, yet she felt no desire for Xiao Jiang.

“It’s nothing, I just slipped,” Mu Xi smiled at them. The two believed the butler’s words and turned back to their work.

Two hours later.

Mu Xi stumbled into her butler’s room, rushed into the bathroom, and kept splashing cold water on her face.

She felt her cheeks radiating heat, and what was even more terrifying was that she could smell the pheromones of the maids in the air. Usually, everyone wore gland patches, which were enough to cover up most of the pheromones under normal circumstances.

There was only one possibility: her estrus.

Mu Xi briefly splashed her face with cold water and immediately went out, rummaged through the bedside table for the suppressant she had prepared earlier.