Seduced Me into a Deep Fall (GL , ABO) - Chapter 3
Ling Xi gritted her teeth, realizing that handling this trouble alone would be difficult. Regardless of whether it might expose her whereabouts, she decided to call the police first.
She then picked up a brick from the roadside, stuffed it into her pocket, and hurried toward the woman.
“What are you doing?” Ling Xi shouted from a distance, hoping to intimidate the group of thugs.
The thugs indeed turned around.
No one had expected anyone to pass through such a secluded alley at this hour.
They had carefully chosen this spot, a place where even during the day, only one or two lost souls might hurry by, completely devoid of surveillance cameras. After several rounds of chasing and cornering, they had driven tonight’s target into this alley.
And yet, someone was still interfering with their plans.
The lean men exchanged glances. To be safe, the burliest among them stepped forward, sizing up Ling Xi.
“An alpha? So what? You’re still just a girl. Do you really think you can take on five men?” He couldn’t sense any pheromone fluctuations from this alpha.
Even an S-class alpha would involuntarily release pheromones when agitated or angry, using them as a means of intimidation.
“Tch, thought you were something special. You must be a ‘natural cripple,’ huh? Can’t even sense your pheromones. And you think you can save her? If you don’t want to join us, just pretend you didn’t see anything. We might still let you go.” The man quickly dismissed Ling Xi as no threat.
“Natural cripple” referred to those who, despite being classified as alphas or omegas, had damaged glands from birth, making it nearly impossible to secrete pheromones, let alone receive a rating.
The term was a profound insult to anyone.
The man was trying to provoke Ling Xi, hoping she’d either back off or attack outright.
Five against one, they couldn’t lose.
This was a once-in-a-lifetime chance to hunt an S-class omega.
Besides, their target was already too drunk to walk straight. How could anything go wrong?
Ling Xi frowned.
She had initially thought this was just a case of ordinary thugs harassing a drunk, and that a simple intervention would suffice.
Once she handed this intoxicated omega over to the police, she could continue her escape.
But the man before her now exuded a menacing aura, like someone who frequently danced with death.
Ling Xi could even smell the bloodlust on them.
Under these circumstances, she couldn’t reveal that she had already called the police.
If she could stall for five minutes until the police arrived, her mission would be over.
Before Ling Xi could decide how to respond or whether to use the brick, the woman being surrounded suddenly spoke.
“Aside from ‘natural cripples,’ wouldn’t an innate S-class also refrain from letting you sense their pheromone fluctuations?”
The voice was slurred and weak, yet oddly familiar, sending a shiver down Ling Xi’s spine.
She looked up and finally saw the face of the surrounded woman.
Willow-leaf eyebrows, phoenix eyes, a string of prayer beads around her wrist, even without her glasses, anyone who had seen her before would recognize her instantly.
Song Yi. The woman who had helped her up this morning. The aunt who was nothing like Mu Xie.
It was her who was being cornered.
Ling Xi’s instincts screamed that something was wrong.
Who was Song Yi? The current chairwoman of Yihe Group, the true head of the Song family.
If Mu Xie was the pampered little princess of the Song family, then Song Yi was its undisputed queen.
Someone like her wouldn’t go out drinking on a whim without any bodyguards, right?
Before Ling Xi could figure it out, Song Yi had already pressed close to her.
“Don’t you agree, darling?” Song Yi practically transformed into a water serpent soft, yet with an unexpected strength that kept Ling Xi from pulling away.
Her hands slid over Ling Xi’s shoulders, then traced her waist before settling into a comfortable position. The way she clung to Ling Xi was intimate, almost possessive.
If Ling Xi still couldn’t tell what she was up to, she’d have to be a complete fool.
“Yes, baby. How did you end up here? I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
Ling Xi sucked in a breath, mentally apologizing before forcing out that pet name.
Song Yi, however, was far more immersed in the act. There was none of the stiffness or hesitation that might give her away flawless, as if the woman before her really was a longtime lover.
Her tone dripped with sincerity as she took Ling Xi’s left hand still wearing a forgotten ring and murmured in a voice as sweet as aged honey wine. Leaning into Ling Xi’s embrace with practiced ease, she played the part of a doting wife to perfection.
“They were bullying me. Six of them, so scary. Said they’d take me somewhere nice. I couldn’t fight back, and you weren’t there, so I had to go with them.” Her whisper was soft, brushing against Ling Xi’s ear.
Ling Xi’s ears burned.
Even though she knew this was an act, a ploy to help Song Yi escape danger, there was a fleeting moment when Ling Xi wondered was there real affection in Song Yi’s performance?
Not necessarily for her. After all, Song Yi smelled and sounded drunk, even miscounting five men as six. Mistaking Ling Xi for someone else wouldn’t be unusual.
But the sweetness in Song Yi’s voice was for Ling Xi’s ears alone.
To the gang of thugs, however, her words sounded like an accusation, even a taunt.
“I don’t know what you were planning,” Ling Xi bit her lip, wrenching her focus back from Song Yi to address the five men. “But touching my girlfriend? That’s something I can’t ignore.”
At the word “girlfriend,” the drunken glint in Song Yi’s eyes curved into a crescent moon of amusement bright and gleaming. A shame Ling Xi didn’t see it.
“You? What makes you so cocky you think you can protect her and take on all five of us?” The leader sneered.
“Thought we were about to see a hero save the damsel. Turns out it’s just a pair of lovebirds. Ugh, disgusting,” one of his lackeys chimed in.
“Yeah, don’t you know we hate couples the most?”
Especially ones who looked so perfectly matched and sickeningly sweet. It made them want to vomit.
“Won’t know until we try.” With no sign of police sirens yet, beads of sweat formed on Ling Xi’s forehead.
After being reborn, she wasn’t about to die again over something like this.
Her life was hers to control.
If anyone wanted to take it, they’d have to ask her permission first.
“The tall one’s left leg is injured. The fat one’s knees are weak. The lanky one’s waist… has bandages. The other two don’t look trained.”
Song Yi whispered something into Ling Xi’s ear.
At the same time, she shot a warning glance toward the darkness nearby an area so pitch-black that even moonlight couldn’t penetrate it, where ordinary people wouldn’t notice anyone hiding in the night.
The hidden bodyguards lurking nearby received their orders but could only remain in position, utterly bewildered.
When had their cold, ruthless mistress taken an interest in an alpha?
Before Ling Xi could process how Song Yi had made these observations, she instinctively raised her arms defensively in response to their current position.
The delayed wail of police sirens finally pierced the air at that moment.
Their deafening roar shattered whatever courage remained in the five men.
“You damn cripple, you actually called the cops?”
The man who’d been hurling the worst insults now looked ready to wet himself with fear, bolting faster than the others.
Yet Ling Xi anticipated his movement. A well-aimed brick struck the back of his knee, sending him sprawling forward his flailing body incidentally knocking over the tall man’s left leg in the process.
The tall man grabbed Bamboo Pole’s clothes as he fell.
Like dominoes, all five men tumbled to the ground in a heap without a single successful escape, just as police cars turned into the alley and arrived on scene.
The two female officers leading the team visibly relaxed upon seeing Song Yi slumped drunkenly against Ling Xi, then moved with their colleagues to restrain the pile of fallen men.
“You’re the one who called, right? It’s alright now,” one officer signaled to Ling Xi.
Ling Xi nodded, noting with surprise the unusually large police presence.
“We’ll need you both to come to the station for statements.”
“Of course.” Still brimming with unanswered questions, Ling Xi prepared to release Song Yi now that the situation was resolved. Surely there was no need to keep up the act?
But Song Yi stubbornly burrowed deeper into her embrace. Seemingly unable to recognize faces, she even looped her arms around Ling Xi’s neck, gazing up at her eyelashes with intoxicated admiration while clinging like glue.
“Darling, I’m scared…”
Ling Xi had no choice but to tighten her hold on this drunken fool who kept sliding toward the ground.
She couldn’t help her astonishment.
Who was Song Yi? Though Ling Xi hadn’t known her well before tonight, the disparaging whispers at their engagement banquet had painted a clear enough picture.
Cold and unfeeling, with no interest in romance or carnal desires.
Especially indifferent toward alphas, a single glance from her phoenix eyes was enough to repel any ill-intentioned suitors.
Ling Xi half-wondered if she’d mistaken this woman for someone else.
Was the person in her arms truly the decisive, formidable Chairwoman Song Yi from the rumors, and not some identical twin?
Yet the precious prayer beads matched exactly what Ling Xi had seen earlier that day identical hue, same lotus-patterned tassel pendant, even the tiny chipped petal aligned perfectly.
The soothing sandalwood fragrance lingering about her was also unmistakably familiar.
Surely no one would dare steal Song Yi’s bracelet and wear it so brazenly in public?
Moreover, even in her drunken stupor, occasional glimpses revealed those distinctive upturned phoenix eyes, now brimming with countless charms, yet still betraying glimpses of her usual formidable spirit.
“Song Yi?” Ling Xi quietly tested the name, wanting confirmation.
“Mmm.” Song Yi responded by wrapping herself even tighter around Ling Xi’s waist.
“Mean… darling. You never call me ‘baby.'”
“……” Staring at the police car’s gray ceiling, Ling Xi sighed internally.
She hadn’t mistaken the person.
But Song Yi was absolutely, completely wasted.
Mistaking her for an actual girlfriend.
Not that Ling Xi would mind. But there was no way she could be.
“Miss Song, the danger has passed. You must be drunk. It’s not appropriate for us to stay this close.”
Ling Xi thought to herself as the sober one and an alpha, she ought to exercise more self-control and restraint.
She couldn’t let Song Yi act recklessly.
But to her surprise, Song Yi’s eyebrows furrowed upon hearing this, and she began sniffling with tears streaming down.
“I was only forced to leave you for two minutes. How could you turn your back on me like this?”