The Extravagant Alpha And The Cold Movie Queen’s Fake Act Became Real - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Wanting to Make This Marriage Real

The tension between them hadn’t completely dissipated—the sudden kiss, the undeniable physical reaction—all of it made Ruan Siyi’s heart beat even faster.

Everything served as proof that she harbored a base, vulgar desire for Sister Fu—no, even lusted after her.

She attributed all of it to the primal instincts of an Alpha, this nearly uncontrollable craving like a raging fire thick with smoke, threatening to consume her entirely.

Yet the faint, inexplicable jealousy in her heart left her confused and unsettled.

She didn’t believe in love at first sight—

How long had she even known Fu Ru’an?

For such intense, possessive emotions—ones she couldn’t even clearly define—to arise in such a short time was nothing short of a fantasy.

The only explanation was that these strange feelings were nothing more than an Alpha’s instinctive urge to claim their mate.

Fu Ru’an sat on the narrow shoe cabinet, her chest still rising and falling slightly from the earlier intimacy. Her cool, composed eyes carried a trace of lingering allure, as if she hadn’t fully recovered from the kiss.

The softness and dampness of their kiss still clung to her lips, a decadent red like crushed rose petals.

To keep her balance, she had no choice but to lean most of her weight onto Ruan Siyi’s hands gripping her thighs. The strong static friction sent a secret thrill through her, vibrating along her nerves, already worn fragile from a long day of work.

Clearly in the higher position, she seemed instead to be the one under control, forced into this precarious posture as she watched Ruan Siyi’s hands sink into the soft flesh of her thighs, leaving behind suggestive indentations.

Ruan Siyi looked up, tilting her head to gaze at her.

The tangled emotions from earlier surged back like a tide. Almost involuntarily, she leaned in slightly, closing the distance between herself and Fu Ru’an.

“Sister Fu, let’s kiss again, okay?”

So what if she liked that “Ruan Siyi”?

Right now, the one who could make Sister Fu tremble from head to toe, her lips swollen from kisses-was her.

Ruan Siyi’s voice carried a faint note of pleading, like a puppy begging its owner for a sweet treat, desire and hesitation faintly peeking through.

She didn’t know exactly what this emotion was-at the very least, she had never felt it before, not even when buried under deadlines and work.

Fu Ru’an’s allure was fatal to her. When the sweet, intoxicating scent of Baileys flooded her senses, it was like a drug, making her crave more. She wanted her saliva to coat every inch of the other woman’s body-

Just like a puppy marking its territory.

“What is this supposed to be?” Fu Ru’an sobered slightly, her voice laced with a cold edge, like the icy blade of a knife grazing Ruan Siyi’s ear, carrying a hint of mockery that sent a chill down her spine.
“A parting kiss?”

The air seemed to freeze in that instant.

Ruan Siyi’s heart sank violently.

The beauty before her still bore the freshly ravished look, but her eyes were as deep and unfathomable as the sea. Her body remained soft, leaning against her, yet the frost in her tone plunged Ruan Siyi into an abyss of icy dread.

Fu Ru’an’s hand brushed lightly over her shoulder-not with much force, but with an invisible grip of control.

Those always gentle eyes had now turned deep and cold. Ruan Siyi felt as if she were being dissected layer by layer with blunt precision, those eyes patiently peeling away her mucous membranes until her chest was laid bare, revealing the frantically beating heart within.

“You’ve been avoiding me all this time, and now you want to kiss me.” Fu Ru’an continued, her icy tone sending a rigid chill down Ruan Siyi’s spine. “What exactly are you afraid of?”

She didn’t press Ruan Siyi for an answer. Instead, she remained silent, slowly raising a hand to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

The motion was elegant and composed, yet carried a deliberate, hidden seduction.

“Ruan Siyi,” Fu Ru’an finally spoke, her voice still unreadably calm, “Do you know what you’re asking for?”

Ruan Siyi froze, her fingers unconsciously tightening their grip on the fabric beside Fu Ru’an’s thigh.

The turmoil in her heart grew increasingly uncontrollable. For a moment, she wasn’t even sure if she was acting out of jealousy or if every gesture, every glance from Fu Ru’an effortlessly provoked her deepest instincts.

“I…” Ruan Siyi opened her mouth, her voice hoarse and hesitant.

The scent of pheromones in the room had gradually faded, and only then did Ruan Siyi realize that even as the aroma of Baileys dissipated, her desire had only grown fiercer.

“I know,” she said in a low voice, with a hint of gritted determination, as if steeling herself for something. “Sister Fu, I want to kiss you again.”

Fu Ru’an arched a brow slightly, her cool expression betraying a faint, elusive smile.

Her fingertips brushed lightly over the tense muscles of Ruan Siyi’s shoulder, slowly drawing her closer.

“You want it that badly?”

Her whisper was laced with temptation—soft yet dangerous.

Ruan Siyi’s breath hitched, her face flushing slightly, yet she stubbornly kept her gaze fixed on Fu Ru’an. Her eyes held a trace of unwillingness and an almost uncontrollable impulse.

Just then, a series of urgent knocks suddenly came from outside the door.

“Little sister Ruan, it’s time to go!”

It was the voice of the beta assistant assigned to Ruan Siyi by her company.

Ruan Siyi tensed instantly, her mind going blank for a second as she looked at Fu Ru’an in panic.

But Fu Ru’an showed no intention of letting her go. Instead, she narrowed her eyes slightly, the corners of her lips curling into a meaningful smile.

“Time to leave?”

Fu Ru’an murmured, her voice carrying a teasing provocation.

“Ruan Siyi,” Fu Ru’an’s voice was light as a feather, yet laced with a lazy, dangerous undertone, like a predator lying in wait for far too long. “Do you still want to go?”

Her lips, damp and unbearably warm, almost brushed against Ruan Siyi’s earlobe as she spoke. Before the words even fully left her mouth, she had already leaned in and kissed her, the gesture coldly elegant yet fiercely intense.

Before Ruan Siyi could react, she was already locked in the sudden kiss.

And Fu Ru’an’s scent was like a lethal poison, mingling with the rich, intoxicating aroma of Baileys that had been released in an instant, enveloping her completely.

At that moment, Ruan Siyi’s mind nearly short-circuited, her heart pounding so violently it felt like it might burst from her chest.

Fu Ru’an’s lips were cool and soft, carrying her usual aloofness, yet they burned with a scorching heat the moment they touched Ruan Siyi.

Outside the door, the assistant’s knocking seemed to fade into the background, separated only by a thin barrier, yet it made Ruan Siyi’s heartbeat accelerate tenfold.

Each knock felt like a furtive, illicit urging.

The assistant’s knocking on the door grew increasingly urgent, like the taut strings of a violin, pulled tighter and tighter, gradually disrupting Ruan Siyi’s heartbeat until it lost its rhythm.

The assistant’s voice came through the thin door panel: “Little sister Ruan, if we don’t leave now, we’ll be late!”

Her tone sounded even more anxious, as if she had faintly detected movement inside the room. But she couldn’t smell the overflowing scent of alcohol.

She was just a poor beta.

Yet this reminder seemed to provoke Fu Ru’an instead.

Her kiss deepened, aggressively parting Ruan Siyi’s lips, carrying an almost suffocating heat.

Being kissed like this with only a door separating them made Ruan Siyi forget everything outside in an instant. The hands supporting Fu Ru’an’s body stiffened, leaving her barely able to move, clinging to the last shred of rationality.

The wet sound of their lips and tongues melding together echoed ambiguously in the quiet room.

Every breath Ruan Siyi took was stolen by Fu Ru’an. Oxygen seemed to grow thinner, her thoughts blurring—the only thing clear was Fu Ru’an’s pheromones. The intoxicating aroma of Baileys wrapped around her like a seductive embrace.

“Little sister Ruan…”

The assistant’s voice still lingered outside the door, but it felt farther and farther away, like a distant echo.

Ruan Siyi instinctively tried to struggle, but fear of Fu Ru’an falling from the cabinet kept her restrained. All she could manage were a few muffled whimpers between the exchange of saliva.

“Sister Fu…”

Ruan Siyi finally managed to steal a sliver of air, her voice hoarse, but Fu Ru’an deliberately cut her off with another deep kiss.

Ruan Siyi’s breathing grew more ragged, her heart pounding wildly in her chest like frantic drumbeats.

Beside her ear came Fu Ru’an’s faint, teasing laughter, like a feather lightly brushing against the sensitive shell of her ear.

“Now… do you still want to leave?”

Ruan Siyi’s face burned crimson—she didn’t know whether it was from lack of oxygen or sheer embarrassment.

“Little sister Ruan.”

The award-winning actress summoned her prize-worthy acting skills, mimicking the assistant’s tone as she called Ruan Siyi’s name—

It was a tender, uniquely girlish tone, soft and drawn out with a hint of coquettish charm when spoken by Fu Ru’an.

As she spoke, she lightly scratched Ruan Siyi’s chin with her fingernails, her fingers trailing along the side of her face with a faint, teasing touch—like an ambiguous, wordless plea between lovers, making Ruan Siyi tense all over.

The voice was sweet to the bone, laced with an unrefusable suggestion.

“Let her go, okay? Stay with me tonight.”

Fu Ru’an’s lips almost brushed against her earlobe, the warm breath sending an involuntary shiver down her spine—yet she didn’t dare resist.

“Sister Fu… we…”

“I’m very pleased with you, Ruan Siyi.”

Fu Ru’an’s voice was soft, her eyes glinting with playful mischief.

Leaning on Ruan Siyi’s support, she slowly slid off the shoe cabinet and back onto the ground.

Then, Fu Ru’an’s fingers tugged at the zipper of her coat, slipping it off and casually draping it aside before undoing the buttons of her dark shirt beneath, one by one.

As the shirt gradually slid off Fu Ru’an’s shoulders, Ruan Siyi froze in shock.

Underneath was a black lace bra.

A belt encircled her slender waist horizontally at the navel, with two strands of crystal beads curving downward from it, hooking onto the satin edges on either side before mysteriously disappearing beneath the short skirt.

“Ruan Ruan,” Fu Ru’an looped an arm around her neck, “I want to make our marriage real.”

“Only with you.”