My Alpha Has a Split Personality - Chapter 17

Chi Yunhan thought Jiang Muning would only take a few minutes to change clothes.

But who knew Jiang Muning would disappear inside and not come out? Time ticked by, hours passed, and soon it would be evening.

Growing impatient, Chi Yunhan walked over and called out, “Jiang Muning, are you done yet? We need to leave, or we won’t even make it for dinner.”

There was no response from inside. She raised her hand and knocked on the door, pressing her ear against it—only to hear a loud thud, as if something had been thrown against the door.

Then, the door was yanked open. Chi Yunhan startled and instinctively stepped back.

The person before her had slightly reddened eyes, as if she had just been abruptly woken from sleep—her irritation palpable.

Jiang Muning glared at her impatiently, visibly annoyed. A pillow lay at her feet, likely the object she had just hurled at the door.

Chi Yunhan stammered, “W-well, if you really don’t want to go, I’ll just go by myself. D-don’t be mad.”

She thought her unreasonable request had pushed Jiang Muning to this point, making her so frustrated.

But instead, Jiang Muning took a step forward, bracing a hand against the doorframe as her gaze swept over Chi Yunhan. The next second, her brows lifted slightly, a trace of lingering drowsiness and laziness in her expression.

Chi Yunhan was taken aback. She had expected Jiang Muning to furrow her brows and snap, “What do you want?” This reaction was unfamiliar, throwing her off.

Just as she averted her eyes, Jiang Muning suddenly leaned in, whispering softly by her ear, “Who are you?”

“…”

Her voice was quiet, husky from sleep—unexpectedly alluring.

Thump, thump, thump…

The sudden closeness sent Chi Yunhan’s heart racing wildly, as if it might burst. Before she could respond, a soft chuckle sounded by her ear, and Jiang Muning asked again, “Chi Yunhan, right?”

“Y-yes, that’s me.” Chi Yunhan steadied her pounding heart and frowned at Jiang Muning. “You didn’t forget my name after one nap, did you?”

Because I’d be really mad if you did.

“No,” Jiang Muning straightened up, fingers combing through her hair. “I was just asking if you have a nickname.”

“I do. Yunhan. Hanhan.”

Jiang Muning hummed in acknowledgment.

Chi Yunhan looked at her hopefully. “Are you going to call me that?”

Jiang Muning didn’t. Chi Yunhan sighed inwardly in disappointment before turning to grab her bag from the couch. Meanwhile, Jiang Muning went to the bathroom, emerging with her hair neatly arranged—though her eyes still bore faint traces of exhaustion.

The two changed their shoes at the entryway and stepped out.

As Chi Yunhan closed the door behind them, she glanced over to see Jiang Muning loosening her tie, casually tugging at it until it hung loose before removing it entirely.

Jiang Muning was usually strict and formal, buttoning her suits all the way up, her attire immaculate and restrained—exuding an air of disciplined austerity.

But this time, not only had she taken off her tie, she also shed her suit jacket. Then, her fingers moved to the buttons of her shirt, undoing one, then another, as if she intended to strip it off entirely.

Chi Yunhan’s temples throbbed. She hurriedly stopped her. “No, no, that’s enough! You can’t take off any more. This is plenty—you’re really going all out.”

“Hm?” Jiang Muning turned to look at her, the open collar of her shirt revealing a glimpse of soft curves beneath.

“I mean—” Chi Yunhan swallowed hard, unable to resist stealing another glance. “I mean, hard work pays off.”

Jiang Muning curled her lips slightly and said, “You’re quite adorable.”

Chi Yunhan’s eyes lit up—how rare for Jiang Muning to actively compliment her.

She bashfully murmured a thank you.

Distracted by this exchange, Chi Yunhan forgot to hail a ride. It wasn’t until she reached the building’s entrance that she remembered, fishing her phone from her bag. Just as she was about to call a car, an obviously expensive vehicle pulled up right beside her.

The driver in the front seat stepped out immediately, bowed deeply to them, then opened the door with deference, uttering a single “Please.”

Me? For me?

Dazed, Chi Yunhan climbed in, thinking to herself: Jiang Muning might have a sharp tongue, but she’s actually really good to me. She even secretly arranged such a luxurious ride—this must’ve cost a fortune.

Jiang Muning settled beside her in the backseat, leaning forward to fiddle with the small screen on the seat. Her shirt remained loosely buttoned, the curves of her figure pressing together, full and alluring. After a moment, she played a soft piano melody.

Chi Yunhan turned her head away, then back again.

Deep breaths.

This is sinful.

Jiang Muning was reading something, a slip of paper covered in dense handwriting pinched between her fingers. Tilted slightly, she studied it with quiet focus.

Eager to bridge the distance, Chi Yunhan asked, “What are you looking at?”

Jiang Muning crumpled the note into a ball, reclined against the seat, and crossed her long legs, answering nonchalantly, “Just a random memo.”

Chi Yunhan let out an “Oh,” but not before catching a glimpse of her own name. Curiosity gnawed at her, and she leaned in for a better look. Jiang Muning’s fingers tightened around the paper. “This is a secret. You can’t see it.”

“Alright…”

Chi Yunhan itched with unanswered curiosity but had no choice but to relent.

Jiang Muning tucked the note into her suit pocket.

On it was written:

1.Chi Yunhan, my Omega.

2.Smile, hold her hand, cling to her, spoil her.

3.Meet her parents—make them regret their past, show everyone she’s loved.

4.Later, document everything that happens tonight.

Key point: This is a secret.

…

They arrived at the neighborhood where Chi Yunhan’s parents lived.

A prime location in the old city district, where few lights shone—most bought property here as investments, waiting for values to soar.

Compared to the modest complex Chi Yunhan lived in, this was like driving from the slums straight into high society.

Jiang Muning tapped her fingers against the car window.

Chi Yunhan, busy unbuckling her seatbelt, heard Jiang Muning say, “Don’t get out yet.”

“What’s wrong?” Chi Yunhan looked at her in confusion. Jiang Muning seemed to be searching for something.

Assuming she was nervous, Chi Yunhan whispered, “You don’t have to push yourself too hard. Just sit close to me, stick by my side, hold my hand—that’ll be enough.”

When Jiang Muning didn’t respond, she added, “If you can’t manage even that, it’s fine. Don’t stress. Just follow my lead later—I’ll protect you.”

“Are you doubting me?” Jiang Muning arched a brow.

“No, I just—”

“Just what?”

Chi Yunhan faltered. Anything she said now felt superfluous—Jiang Muning seemed determined to stand up for her.

In an utterly composed tone, Jiang Muning remarked, “I think what you suggested isn’t enough. At the very least, we should add a kiss.”

“Do you prefer something light and brief? Or deep and lingering?”

Chi Yunhan gasped, her face burning instantly.

She was used to Jiang Muning’s serious demeanor, so seeing her suddenly act so flirtatiously was really overwhelming. What made it worse was that Jiang Muning was a complete novice at this—utterly inexperienced, teasing haphazardly without following any rules, making her heart race uncontrollably.

It was downright cruel.

Chi Yunhan quickly defended herself, “No, that’s not what I meant…”

“Then is this not enough?” Jiang Muning lowered her voice and asked, “What else do you want to add? I’ll fulfill any request—like sharing half the bed with you at night…”

Before she could finish, the car door clicked open. Chi Yunhan hurriedly stepped out, taking deep breaths. How could Jiang Muning just improvise like that?

She tilted her head back, pressing the back of her hand against her flushed cheeks as she looked up at the eleventh floor where their parents were.

Her mother happened to be standing on the balcony, peering down. The floor was too high to make out her expression, but she could probably see the car clearly.

Chi Yunhan straightened her posture and turned to glance at her “wife.”

The driver up front was opening the door for Jiang Muning, who bent slightly as she stepped out. At some point, a cigarette had appeared between her fingers. The driver flicked open a lighter, rolling the spark wheel before respectfully lighting it for her.

The glowing ember added a seductive touch to the night.

Jiang Muning held the cigarette between her fingers but didn’t take a drag—just tapped it lightly. The driver bowed and retreated to the side. Then, with effortless grace, Jiang Muning slung her suit jacket over her shoulder and walked toward Chi Yunhan, every movement exuding an aristocratic elegance so natural it seemed innate.

Chi Yunhan was stunned.

First, because Jiang Muning looked impossibly cool.

Second, because Jiang Muning was putting on such an act—pretending to be filthy rich—that it made her feel embarrassed, as if she’d hitched a ride to the upper class by snagging a sugar mommy.

Mortifying. Deeply awkward.

Chi Yunhan whispered, “You’ve prepared so thoroughly.”

“Not bad. Though this neighborhood is a bit small—otherwise, I’d have arranged ten cars.” As Jiang Muning spoke, she brought the cigarette to her lips, but Chi Yunhan quickly stopped her. “Don’t actually smoke! Just keep up the act. Getting addicted would be bad.”

Jiang Muning ignored her, still lifting the cigarette, so Chi Yunhan snatched it away and dragged her toward the elevator. She reminded herself—never slip up, or one day you’ll get caught and die of embarrassment.

Taking a deep breath, Chi Yunhan squared her shoulders. She had to play this role with confidence.

She glanced at Jiang Muning and found her smirking, radiating a roguish charm that was anything but proper.

Chi Yunhan couldn’t pinpoint what felt off—only that Jiang Muning’s flirtatiousness seemed instinctive, her acting flawless, as if she’d transformed from the inside out.

The elevator reached the eleventh floor. They stepped out one after the other, and Chi Yunhan tossed the cigarette into a nearby trash bin. Jiang Muning followed closely behind and murmured, “You shouldn’t just take a woman’s cigarette like that, you know?”

Here we go, Chi Yunhan thought. The lecture mode is back.

As she pressed the doorbell, Jiang Muning suddenly leaned in, bracing a hand against the wall beside her. She dipped her head and whispered in her ear, “Taking a cigarette from a woman’s lips is an invitation to kiss her.”

The doorbell chimed incessantly.

Chi Yunhan’s heart pounded just as chaotically.

Since when was that a thing? And how does someone as proper as Jiang Muning even know this?

Jiang Muning inched closer, and Chi Yunhan panicked, convinced she was about to be kissed. Her entire body burned with heat, sweat prickling from sheer embarrassment.

Just a little bit more, and the door opened at the most inopportune moment.

Chi’s mother stood at the doorway, glaring at them with an unfriendly expression.

Jiang Muning met her gaze first before straightening up. Her fingers pinched Chi Yunhan’s reddened ear as she said displeasedly, “I thought your family’s housekeeper was just ugly, but it turns out she’s also this tactless.”