The Black Lotus Omega Always Wraps His Tail Around Me (GL, ABO) - Chapter 9
Ji Yanwan tidied herself up quickly, then nudged the person lying sprawled out on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Meng Jiayu, who had been zoning out, immediately sat up straight. She blinked and praised her, “Ah Wan, you look incredible.”
Ji Yanwan glanced down at her outfit. It was a black blazer from a luxury brand’s spring collection, custom-tailored with a sleek finish.
The deep V neckline and the clasp at her waist gave the otherwise stiff suit a modern and stylish twist.
Originally, Ji Yanwan hadn’t planned on dressing so formally, but the original host’s closet was filled almost entirely with businesswear.
Paired with metal-framed glasses and her long black hair, her whole look screamed mature, professional woman.
Wasn’t she supposed to be just twenty years old?
Meng Jiayu couldn’t take her eyes off her. She had grown up with Ji Yanwan and should have been used to that face by now. But every time Ji Yanwan casually put herself together, it still left her stunned. If they weren’t both alphas, she might have wanted to try dating her.
That cold, stern face paired with a tailored suit was exactly her type.
Ji Yanwan felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze. She turned around and grabbed a brooch to pin the open neckline, muttering, “Let’s go.”
The brooch covered up the exposed skin, which made Meng Jiayu pout in disappointment. Still, she obediently followed Ji Yanwan out the door.
The crew they were heading to belonged to a major production. It was one of the rare double-female-lead projects in the industry and had been kept tightly under wraps in hopes of making a big splash. Not a single leak had been allowed.
Meng Jiayu drove while humming a tune. Ji Yanwan sat in the passenger seat, eating a croissant.
“Who’s going to be there?” Ji Yanwan asked after swallowing a bite. “What if I don’t know anyone? Isn’t that awkward?”
“No idea,” Meng Jiayu replied. “But I heard they’re all big names. The whole point is to network. What’s there to be awkward about?”
Ji Yanwan nodded and stopped asking questions.
The shoot location was remote—practically deep in the wilderness. After they passed two deserted hills, Ji Yanwan looked out the window and said, “I’m sure this is a xianxia drama.”
Meng Jiayu laughed and replied, “You don’t get it. The mystery is part of the appeal.”
But the “mystery” was a bit excessive. They drove for quite a while before finally arriving at the secluded filming site.
Just as Ji Yanwan guessed, it was indeed a fantasy martial arts setting.
The location was surrounded by dense forest. Wires and green screens were everywhere, along with two huge wind machines.
Extras walked around in traditional Chinese robes with their hair styled in period fashion.
Ji Yanwan had never been on a film set before, and everything around her felt fresh and unfamiliar. She looked around curiously. The site was large, with various backdrops arranged. The crew and extras moved busily, preparing for the next scene.
The person arranged by Meng Jiayu’s friend was currently monitoring the shoot, unable to leave since the actors were filming.
So Ji Yanwan and Meng Jiayu followed the crowd forward on their own.
When they squeezed into the edge of the filming zone, they saw a group of actors rehearsing a scene.
“Hey, that’s Momo!” Meng Jiayu whispered with surprise. “If they got her for this, the budget must be huge.”
Ji Yanwan followed her gaze. The director had already set the camera, and the actors were fully in character.
A woman in green had collapsed on the floor. Her long hair covered her face as she cried silently, body shaking with pain and restraint.
She was alone, seated in an empty tower, clutching something white in her hand.
Ji Yanwan didn’t know the story, so she leaned forward to get a better look at the actress’s face. Just then, a wind machine roared to life beside her.
The strong gust blew the woman’s hair aside, revealing her face.
Her expression froze for a moment. Her eyes widened in shock, quickly turning to fear and panic.
A figure dressed in white descended slowly on a wire from above. Her robes fluttered in the wind, graceful and ethereal.
As the wire lowered, Ji Yanwan finally saw the person clearly.
Unlike the crying woman, she wore very light makeup. Her brows were softly defined with a sharp tip. Her fox-like eyes had no eyeshadow, only a fine line of black eyeliner extending slightly beyond the outer corners, enhancing the natural upward curve.
Her face was delicate and flawless, with pale porcelain skin. One glance from those dark eyes gave off a cold, distant air—yet there was an undercurrent of allure.
Ji Yanwan was stunned by how striking she looked. In her mind, she instantly matched that face to every cold and aloof female master character she had ever read in fantasy novels.
Meng Jiayu was also stunned. She stammered, “F-F-Fu Suihe?”
The actors remained deep in character. Fu Suihe, dressed in white and holding a sword, landed softly on the ground and pointed her blade at the woman in green.
“Wretched disciple. How long do you plan to keep hiding?”
The woman in green shook her head and backed away. “No, Master, please…”
The master closed her eyes, as if struggling to hold back her emotions. Her hand trembled slightly as she raised the sword.
When she opened her eyes again, they were tinged with red. Her voice was shaky.
“You’ve wreaked havoc and taken innocent lives. You’ve violated the rules of the sect.”
“According to the code, you must be punished.”
The woman in green crawled forward, sobbing, and clutched the hem of her master’s robes.
“Master, Master, you raised me. You can’t… you can’t…”
Her pleading was useless. The master had already raised her sword, and as she thrust it forward, she closed her eyes in pain.
The blade pierced through the woman in green, and bl00d splattered across the master’s white robes.
For a moment, the entire set fell silent. No one made a sound. Everyone had been completely drawn into the scene and the actors’ emotions.
“Cut,” the director called out, holding up his mic. “One take, perfect. Take a break.”
Meng Jiayu’s friend had already spotted them and came over to greet them.
The actress who had just been “stabbed” was helped up by an assistant, gently comforted and supported.
But Fu Suihe was nowhere to be seen.
Ji Yanwan turned her head, looking for where Fu Suihe had gone, when she suddenly felt a tug on her sleeve.
She looked back and saw a familiar face. It was Abu.
Without saying anything, Abu gave her sleeve another tug, then turned and walked toward the lounge area.
Ji Yanwan got the hint. She turned to Meng Jiayu and said, “I’m just going to the restroom.”
Meng Jiayu, deep in conversation with a staff member, nodded distractedly.
Ji Yanwan followed Abu’s lead. As soon as they turned the corner near the lounge, a hand suddenly reached out and pulled her inside.
The small rest area was completely empty—except for the hand that had pulled her in.
Before she could get her bearings, someone pressed in close.
“Did you come here to see me?”
Fu Suihe was still dressed in her costume, the cool and detached aura from her role clinging to her like a lingering shadow.
Looking at the person now leaning over her, Ji Yanwan gave a half-smile. “What answer are you hoping for?”
Fu Suihe didn’t reply right away. She stepped back slightly and gave Ji Yanwan a quick once-over.
Then she raised her hand and unfastened the brooch at Ji Yanwan’s chest, pulling the edges of the V-neck slightly wider.
“This kind of neckline only looks good when it’s worn open.”
Ji Yanwan swallowed hard. For a moment, she had the urge to grab those soft, boneless hands and do something reckless.
Maybe even press this woman in white against the door and kiss her breathless, until those cold, aloof fox eyes were clouded over with desire.
Her thoughts drifted further off track, and she didn’t notice the shift in Fu Suihe’s expression.
Fu Suihe lightly patted her cheek, not too hard, not too soft. “What are you thinking about?”
Her fingertips were cold. Instead of pulling back, she trailed them toward Ji Yanwan’s ear and gently pinched the tip.
The light pressure snapped Ji Yanwan out of her daze. She stared at the woman in front of her.
To match the character she had just played, Fu Suihe wore only a soft tint of lip color. The pale pink gloss shimmered slightly under the indoor light.
Ji Yanwan could feel her self-control starting to slip. A primal urge was rising quietly inside her.
“Miss Ji, your face is turning red.”
Fu Suihe smiled and let her other hand slip beneath the loosened neckline, her fingers resting lightly on Ji Yanwan’s collarbone.
Her voice dropped, gentle and teasing.
“Are you looking at me like that because you want to kiss me?”