The Extravagant Alpha And The Cold Movie Queen’s Fake Act Became Real - Chapter 24

Chapter 24: How About Eating While Doing It?

She quickly opened her phone and lowered her head to look.

[Sister Fu]: Grapes.

Seeing this straightforward answer, Ruan Siyi’s heartbeat skipped a beat, and her grip on the phone tightened involuntarily.

Biting her lip, her gaze wandered back to the row of packaging just now.

Thinking of Fu Ru’an’s response, she felt her ears grow warm, and an inexplicable sense of secret delight bubbled up in her heart.

Grape-flavored, huh?

So, Sister really likes it.

At this thought, she quietly took a deep breath, reached out, and stealthily placed that special grape-flavored finger cots with soft beads into the opaque shopping bag, as if afraid of drawing the attention of those around her.

“Checkout, please.”

She handed the box along with the candies to the excited cashier.

By the time she returned to the car, Fu Ru’an was already much more awake, and her drowsiness was gradually fading.

The daylight streaming through the car window cast a warm glow on Fu Ru’an’s face, adding a touch of softness to her cold, striking beauty. Her fair, translucent skin, as delicate as porcelain, seemed to shimmer faintly under the sunlight.

Fu Ru’an tilted her head slightly and happened to see Ruan Siyi climbing into the car with a shopping bag in her arms.

Ruan Siyi’s movements were a little awkward, and her expression seemed tinged with something peculiar.

Fu Ru’an lazily stretched out her hand, a hint of anticipation flickering in her eyes.

When Ruan Siyi saw the outstretched hand, her expression instantly turned flustered.

“My candy?”

Fu Ru’an found it a bit strange, a faint trace of suspicion flashing through her mind.

“Ah, right, the candy.”

Ruan Siyi froze for a moment before relaxing slightly and letting out a quiet sigh of relief.

She quickly lowered her head to rummage through the opaque shopping bag, her movements hurried and clumsy.

“Hurry up, I’m waiting.”

Fu Ru’an gently urged her.

Ruan Siyi finally pulled out the box of candy from the bag, carefully making sure nothing else strange came out with it, and handed it over, her face still showing a trace of unease.

“Here’s the candy, for you.”

Fu Ru’an took the box of candy.

The candy box was made of deep emerald-green velvet, its texture smooth and soft, with gold trim along the edges outlining a simple yet elegant silhouette.

The lid was adorned with an exquisite embossed pattern—a meticulously detailed floral design that shimmered with a faint golden glow under the soft light, exuding a luxurious yet understated quality.

She recognized it—it was a French brand, and one of her favorite candies.

But…

If she remembered correctly…

Fu Ru’an lowered her lashes, her fingers lingering on the box before flipping it over with a press of her thumb.

On the back of the box was a line of delicate French engraving—

“Assortiment de saveurs.”

She silently read it in her mind, her voice soft and slow, as if the words themselves carried a French flair and sentiment.

The phrase meant “assorted flavors.”

This box of fruit candies contained all the flavors Ruan Siyi had asked about earlier—grape, blueberry, strawberry, and lemon.

She stared at the engraved words, her eyes flickering with thought.

Then, what was the point of Ruan Ruan asking her which flavor she liked?

Fu Ru’an lightly traced the French text with her fingers, her brow furrowing slightly as a hint of confusion flashed in her eyes.

She looked up at Ruan Siyi beside her, only to see her nervously wringing her hands, the shopping bag still clutched tightly in her grip.

And when she met Ruan Siyi’s gaze, the younger girl’s eyes darted around, as if desperately trying to hide something.

“Ruan Ruan.”

Her voice was gentle, carrying a soft inquiry.

“Earlier, when you asked me which flavor I liked, was it to buy this box of candy?”

Ruan Siyi’s eyes froze for a moment before she quickly nodded, forcing a composed smile. “Yeah, I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I didn’t want to get the wrong one.”

Fu Ru’an watched her, her gaze deep and tender, as if she could see through every subtle shift in Ruan Siyi’s expression.

The corners of her lips curled slightly, though her eyes feigned puzzlement.

“Really? But this box already has all those flavors. It wouldn’t have mattered what I said, right?”

Oh no.

Ruan Siyi’s heart skipped a beat.

But if she came clean now, would Sister Fu think she was nothing but a pervert with a one-track mind, obsessed only with dirty thoughts?

Fu Ru’an chuckled lightly, her gaze casually sweeping over the opaque shopping bag beside Ruan Siyi as she asked offhandedly,

“Is there something else in there? You’re gripping it so tightly your fingers are turning white.”

“Besides, aren’t we about to drive? It’s not like you can hold onto it the whole time.”

Finally, she paused, delivering the fatal blow.

“Give it to me. I’ll hold it for you.”

Ruan Siyi: “!”

Her heart clenched, but she obediently handed the bag over to Fu Ru’an.

Just as she was about to confess, Fu Ru’an took the shopping bag from her and set it aside, cutting her off.

“Let’s go, we should head home.”

She lowered her head, her fingertips gently lifting the lid of the candy box. She carefully selected a grape-flavored candy, unwrapped it slowly, and placed it in her mouth right in front of Ruan Siyi.

Ruan Siyi only caught a glimpse of her glistening tongue as it darted out, curling around the purple gummy on her fingertip.

The flavor slowly spread across her lips and teeth.

She could probably guess what was in that bag.

Youth really was something—why be so shy about this kind of thing?

Fu Ru’an watched Ruan Siyi, who was now focused on driving, with great amusement. At a red light, she fed her a candy as well.

Her pale fingers lingered on Ruan Siyi’s lips as she delivered the candy, rubbing them with a hint of suggestion.

“Does it taste good, Ruan Ruan?”

She was suddenly looking forward to getting home.

It wasn’t until dinner that Ruan Siyi learned an omega’s estrus cycle could last more than a day.

Before they got home, Fu Ru’an had already called her assistant to have groceries delivered.

So when Ruan Siyi saw Fu Ru’an pick up the ingredients and head toward the kitchen, her eyes lit up.

“Sister Fu, are you going to cook?”

She eagerly followed, taking the basket of groceries from Fu Ru’an’s hands.

Sister Fu had been exhausted last night—how could she be carrying something so heavy now?

Fu Ru’an picked up an apron hanging on the kitchen wall and nodded.

“Eating out all the time isn’t very healthy. Since you worked hard yesterday, I thought I’d make you something nice to eat.”

Her tone was casual, carrying an imperceptible softness and care that gave Ruan Siyi the strange illusion that the two of them had known each other for a long time.

But cooking fumes could easily damage the skin, reducing its vitality and making it dull, rough, and prone to wrinkles.

Ruan Siyi gazed at Fu Ru’an’s flawlessly fair skin under the light—pale as snow, like a sliver of moonlight on a snowy field. Her immaculate complexion was almost translucent, with a faint blush peeking through like morning mist over dawn.

“Sister Fu,” Ruan Siyi suddenly spoke up, “can I stay by your side and learn how to cook from you?”

“That way, I can make food for you in the future.”

It was a bit embarrassing to admit, but in the real world, she was just an ordinary, cash-strapped office worker with a meager monthly salary of three thousand—

And she still didn’t know how to cook. The most she could manage was instant noodles or boiled beef rolls, relying on the company cafeteria for all three meals of the day.

Laughable, really—someone who woke up early every day to squeeze onto packed subways for hours just to slog away at work like a zombie had no energy left to calmly shop for groceries, wash them, and cook.

Besides, with a meal allowance of 50 yuan or the option of three free meals a day, only an idiot wouldn’t know which to choose.

Seeing Ruan Siyi’s eager expression, Fu Ru’an’s usually cool face softened into a smile.

As she deftly washed the vegetables, she casually pointed to a cabinet.

“There should be a spare apron in there. Put it on.”

Then she added,

“To be honest, I don’t usually have time to cook either. I just try simple dishes occasionally to relax.”

“You’re the first—and only—person I’ve cooked for.”

Hearing this, Ruan Siyi’s heart skipped a beat, and her hands paused as she tied her apron.

It felt like something tender had gently brushed against her heart.

She stared blankly at Fu Ru’an. The omega’s expression was still cool and composed, but…

“The first, and only…”

Ruan Siyi couldn’t help but think of the two dreams she’d had before.

Those words carried weight, landing softly yet firmly in her heart, filling her with a sense of being cherished like never before—an illusion of being someone’s favorite.

She was like a speck of mud, at least in what little remained of her childhood memories.

Her grades were average, her looks merely cute in a modest way.

At least in her memory, being called “pretty” was just polite small talk, never accompanied by any particularly awed or admiring gazes.

If someone like Fu Ru’an had appeared in her youth, she would have been an extraordinary presence, right?

A simple crystal brooch would’ve cost her family a year’s income, and she always carried the scent of Chanel.

Would she have been the student council president?

The student representative giving speeches under the national flag?

She was beautiful without even trying.

Her education stood out starkly in an entertainment industry full of “uneducated fish.”

She could win the title of Best Actress before even turning thirty.

She was the future heir of the Fu family.

And yet now, this nearly perfect person stood before her.

Telling her, “You’re the only one.”

Her heart swelled with an overwhelming fullness. She bounced excitedly on her toes and tied a perfect, pretty bow on the back of Fu Ru’an’s apron.

The symmetrical wings of the bow fluttered, the ribbons beneath them fluttering like the erratic beats of her nervous heart.

“Let’s begin. Student Ruan Ruan, pay close attention.”

Fu Ru’an’s lashes curved as she set the vegetables they’d washed together by the stove.

Ruan Siyi looked down at the bow she’d tied herself, her heart overflowing with fragmented sweetness, so full it threatened to spill over.

She pressed her lips together tightly, forcing herself not to smile too obviously, but the joy in her eyes was impossible to hide.

“Okay, I’ll study hard, Teacher Fu!”

She responded earnestly.

She stood beside Fu Ru’an, her gaze closely following her every move.

Fu Ru’an carefully separated a fresh head of broccoli into florets, placed them on the cutting board, and trimmed the stems with a knife.

“Remember, broccoli should be cut into evenly sized florets so they cook evenly and taste better.”

She demonstrated while explaining.

Next, she took out garlic, peeled the cloves, and deftly minced them into fine pieces.

Once done, she handed the knife to Ruan Siyi and encouraged, “Here, you try.”

Ruan Siyi took the knife nervously, clumsily mimicking Fu Ru’an’s motions as she minced the garlic. The pieces ended up a bit coarse, but Fu Ru’an simply watched her complete the task, correcting her knife technique where needed.

Then she turned on the stove, poured in oil, and once it was slightly heated, sprinkled the minced garlic into the pan.

The aroma of garlic wafted up, and Ruan Siyi instinctively sniffed, feeling as if the entire kitchen had been filled with warmth—like a real home.

When the garlic turned slightly golden, Fu Ru’an added the broccoli, stir-frying it quickly before adding a splash of water and covering the pan to let it steam briefly.

“About three minutes, to keep it crisp.”

She gave a simple reminder.

Aside from the garlic broccoli, Fu Ru’an also stir-fried a plate of beef and made a tomato egg soup.

Ruan Siyi eagerly helped carry the dishes to the table, serving two bowls of rice and setting out chopsticks and spoons.

But when she was already seated, waiting for Fu Ru’an to come out of the kitchen, the scent that reached her nose wasn’t just the delicious aroma of food.

The air in the dining room also carried a faint trace of Baileys.

Ruan Siyi’s expression changed instantly.

She quickly stood up, catching Fu Ru’an by the waist just as her legs were about to give out.

The beautiful omega’s eyes were reddening at the corners again, just like last night.

The weather was warm today, and she was wearing ultra-short shorts. The apron she hadn’t taken off yet barely covered the hem of her shorts, leaving her thighs faintly visible.

The air in the dining room seemed to grow thicker.

Ruan Siyi felt as if even her collar was now soaked with Fu Ru’an’s scent, clinging to her skin, the fragrance swirling palpably in the stifling air.

“Ruan Ruan.”

Fu Ru’an’s damp lashes fluttered, exuding an innocent, fragile allure.

“My estrus… isn’t over yet.”

Ruan Siyi froze.

The ABO novels she’d read before never mentioned this.

Usually, an omega’s estrus would hit, the two would get intimate, mark each other, and then it’d be over, moving on to the next plot point.

And the process was often skipped entirely, jumping straight to “the next day.”

How could…

Her little brain whirred before suddenly having an epiphany—

The “cycle” in “estrus cycle.”

“Teacher Fu…” Ruan Siyi’s voice was hoarse, “but yesterday’s swelling…”

When she checked this morning, the area was still a deep, flushed red, trembling at the slightest touch.

“Didn’t you apply medicine? I’m not uncomfortable anymore.”

Her voice was a few notes lower than usual, carrying a delicate, lingering tone. Her dark, glistening eyes were slightly misty, like black gems veiled in moisture—hazy and full of emotion as she gazed at Ruan Siyi with fragile dependence, as if desperately craving comfort.

She tugged at Ruan Siyi’s sleeve, her voice soft and tinged with faint grievance.

“Besides, didn’t you already buy protection?”

“Wasn’t that meant for me?”

Ruan Siyi’s body stiffened.

When had she figured it out?

Had she been that obvious?

“But…”

Ruan Siyi tried one last struggle.

“We haven’t eaten yet…”

“We’ll eat after.” Fu Ru’an cut her off decisively. “We can just reheat it in the microwave if it gets cold.”

Sister Fu was lying, Ruan Siyi thought silently.

Every time they finished, she was so exhausted she’d pass out immediately, needing to be carried to the bath—how could she possibly have the energy to eat?

But… skipping dinner wasn’t an option.

Otherwise, she’d end up relying on fruit candy for energy again, like in the car.

If this kept up, her stomach would suffer.

The omega in her arms was already breathing heavily, her soft whimpers blending with warm puffs of air that brushed against Ruan Siyi’s ear and neck like feathers.

“Ruan Ruan, baby Ruan Ruan… I’ve already taught you how to cook… Help your teacher, okay…”

Her voice was sweet and seductive, her tongue darting out to lick her dry lips, making their plump redness even more tantalizing.

Ruan Siyi gritted her teeth and made her final concession.

“Then… we’ll eat while we do it.”