The Extravagant Alpha And The Cold Movie Queen’s Fake Act Became Real - Chapter 25

Chapter 25: The broccoli sauce splattered out.

“What?”

Fu Ru’an was taken aback by Ruan Siyi’s words. She froze, as if she hadn’t expected such a response. Her moist eyes flickered with surprise and a fleeting trace of bewilderment.

Her dark pupils widened slightly, as though she were at a loss. Her long, raven-black eyelashes trembled faintly, while the flush at the corners of her eyes deepened, tinged with a hint of bashful crimson.

She felt a pair of strong, firm hands encircle her waist, guiding her toward the chair by the dining table.

In the next moment, the Alpha carefully lowered her onto the seat, her body sinking down until her soft bottom came to rest against Ruan Siyi’s toned thighs.

Ruan Siyi’s long hours of fitness training had left clear marks—even through the fabric, Fu Ru’an could feel the warm, solid muscle beneath. The sturdy support of those thighs kept her seated securely.

Yet, the position made her waist tense instinctively, her hands gripping the edge of the table in reflex.

The cream-colored tablecloth crumpled under her grasp, the delicate fringe along the edge swaying violently as if startled, its threads splaying out like an unfurled umbrella.

Since they were about to dine, the overhead lights in the dining room were fully lit, casting a soft, warm glow that filled the space, illuminating every minute detail with stark clarity.

As though nothing could remain hidden.

Ruan Siyi’s hands around Fu Ru’an’s waist gradually tightened, then deftly slipped under the slightly lifted hem of her top, pressing against the smooth, flat plane of her abdomen.

Mm–

Fu Ru’an was startled by her movement, her body involuntarily arching forward.

She turned her head, just about to say something, when Ruan Siyi, with her free hand, picked up the chopsticks resting beside the bowl, deftly plucked a dark green broccoli floret, and abruptly stuffed it into Fu Ru’an’s mouth.

“Sister, take a bite.”

Fu Ru’an reflexively bit down, the tender stem letting out a tiny crisp snap between her teeth.

Before she could even swallow, the remaining half of the floret dangled precariously at the corner of her lips, teetering on the edge of falling.

Just as that half of the broccoli was about to slip away, before Fu Ru’an could even let out a gasp, Ruan Siyi had already swiftly caught the tiny bit of the floret between her lips. Their mouths were now mere millimeters apart, gazes locking at an unbearably close distance.

The Alpha’s hand circled suggestively around her navel, but her tongue gave a slight push, carrying the remaining half of the broccoli back into Fu Ru’an’s mouth.

She felt Ruan Siyi’s warm tongue glide lightly between her lips, soft and damp, teasingly pushing the small piece of broccoli deeper into her mouth.

Their tongues brushed as if by accident, a tingling sensation spreading rapidly through her, like a tiny electric current, sending a pleasurable shiver down her spine.

Fu Ru’an didn’t rush to pull away. Instead, she gently hooked the intruding tongue, her own tip lightly grazing it, carrying a hint of provocation.

Even when they finally parted, both seemed reluctant to end the moment.

“Here, take whatever you want to eat.”

Ruan Siyi kissed her cheek and handed her the chopsticks.

She bent slightly, pulling out a tightly sealed pack of finger cots from the shopping bag beside her.

Squinting at the alluring design on the packaging, she casually lifted the bag and, with the same teeth that had left marks on the broccoli earlier, gave the edge a light bite, producing a faint tearing sound.

The bag opened easily, and the scent inside immediately wafted out.

A faint grape fragrance mingled with the rich pheromones in the air, suddenly stirring the already simmering atmosphere.

She wasn’t in a hurry to put on the finger cot. Instead, she skillfully circled around the outside first, the lace stretched taut over her slender fingers.

Sister Fu always seemed particularly fond of lace designs.

She liked them too.

Under the bright, dazzling lights, the two at the table remained fully clothed.

Ruan Siyi’s eyes lingered on her slightly trembling hand as it picked up food.

That hand was clean and pale, her nails kept short for convenience, adorned only with a simple layer of clear polish, gleaming faintly.

While nibbling at Fu Ru’an’s neck, soothing her with pheromones, her mind wandered aimlessly-she made a mental note to ask her sister someday if she planned to get a manicure.

Long nails embedded with delicate diamonds and intricate camellia designs, cold and sharp, each time they grazed her back, they left a faint sting, yet one that tantalized the senses.

The nails traced over skin, leaving slender marks like blooming red plum blossoms, vivid yet not out of place, melting into the warmth between flesh, carrying a subtle thrill and pleasure.

Stroke after stroke, fingertips lingered. It was as if they were declaring possession, or perhaps like the mischievous imprints of a kitten, clinging playfully and wantonly to her skin.

Every mark carried emotion-ticklish, aching-leaving behind ambiguous traces, impossible to articulate, deeply branded onto her body.

……

“Are you done yet…?” Fu Ru’an urged her.

Why is she still lingering outside… it’s so ticklish.

The chopsticks picked up another piece of broccoli.

Even though the florets had already been separated, the chopsticks pinched the umbrella-like buds, opening and closing, dipping them into the thick, glossy sauce beside it. A slight tremble sent droplets splattering onto the clean ceramic tiles.

“Hurry up, or the apron will have to be washed too.”

Fu Ru’an opened her mouth and spitefully bit off the head of a broccoli floret, as if she were chomping down on Ruan Siyi’s head.

She had never seen someone so tormenting.

“Sister Fu, have another sip of soup, or the food will be too dry.”

Ruan Siyi watched her nervously, as if afraid she wouldn’t be satisfied.

Fu Ru’an had no choice. Though the lingering, unresolved sensation left her uncomfortable, she still humored Ruan Siyi, switching to a spoon to scoop up some tomato and egg soup. She blew on it twice before slowly letting the broth slide into her mouth.

Just as she was about to swallow, a faint rustling sound suddenly reached her ears -like skin rubbing against latex.

The sound gently tickled her eardrums, like something soft and slick pressing close, faintly exuding an air of mystery.

Fu Ru’an instinctively tensed her body, her tongue pressing against the mouthful of broth, but she didn’t swallow it rashly.

The next second.

Fu Ru’an’s pupils contracted slightly as she caught Ruan Siyi’s approach. The air seemed to freeze for a moment, the aroma of vodka gradually seeping in, invading her nerves and quietly disrupting her thoughts.

No… this isn’t right…

It wasn’t just the sensation at her fingertips.

There was something else…?!

She clenched her eyes shut, unable to bear it, but her rationality gradually slipped from her control. Her red lips parted slightly, the tender crimson seeming to soak in the broth’s sheen, making them appear even more alluring.

The tomato broth slipped out unintentionally, trailing slowly from the corner of her lips down to her chin, leaving a faint mark before dripping onto the surface of her apron, forming a dark stain.

“Sister…” Ruan Siyi’s voice was low. “Don’t squeeze it.”

“Like this, I can’t move.”

A blush spread across Fu Ru’an’s usually cool and composed face.

“What exactly is this…?”

Slippery, smooth, and round.

Like some kind of spherical object?

“It’s a soft bead.” Ruan Siyi explained.

“The grape-flavored one is different from the others-it has a soft bead inside, meant to stimulate…”

She didn’t finish the rest of the sentence.

But both of them already understood.

Fu Ru’an: 0.0?!

Wait, since when did they have designs like this?

What kind of idiot manufacturer came up with this?!

She forced herself to open her eyes and saw the packaging emblazoned with a bright green logo, the letters “JJ” printed boldly across it.

Great.

The weather’s getting cold—time for them to go bankrupt.

Ruan Siyi’s fingertips meticulously traced back and forth along the wall of the broccoli, as if confirming something. After a moment, her hand suddenly stopped, her finger lightly pressing against an almost imperceptible protrusion—like some hidden mechanism concealed within the broccoli’s form.

Her fingertips pressed down slightly harder, carrying a hint of urgency and anticipation.

Sure enough, the moment the soft, pearl-like touch grazed that raised point, the entire surface seemed to come alive. With a gentle press of her finger, the hidden sauce inside suddenly gushed forth like a spring, splattering out in a burst.

The rich aroma of Baileys instantly filled the air. The steaming liquid sprayed out in a dense, rapid cascade, forming a tiny waterfall the moment her finger made contact. It meandered down the surface, seemingly deliberately—or perhaps inadvertently—spilling toward her direction.

Fu Ru’an, who had been holding a mouthful of the broth, spat it out in one go. The hot liquid surged violently, only to be blocked by Ruan Siyi’s free hand.

“Don’t waste food, Sister Fu.”

Her tone was dead serious, as if she were genuinely discussing dinner. Fu Ru’an turned her head, her gaze pausing on Ruan Siyi, lingering on her impeccably neat collar.

Ruan Siyi’s clothes seemed meticulously crafted, every fold smooth as if deliberately arranged. The collar clung tightly to her skin, not a thread out of place.

The fabric’s texture was strikingly clear under the light. The buttons of her shirt were fastened all the way to the top, appearing rigorous and restrained, as if she were enveloped in an untouchable aura of self-discipline—a precision that made one hesitate to disrupt.

The only changes were her increasingly heavy breaths and the long-reddened tips of her ears, which stood out vividly under the cool-toned lighting.

That shy flush was like a tiny flickering flame, trembling faintly.

Such a hypocrite.

Fu Ru’an slumped limply against Ruan Siyi, numbly continuing to be fed—

A bite of beef, a bite of broccoli, a bite of rice, followed by a sip of soup.

Until her stomach was bloated and full.

Later, it was still Ruan Siyi who cleaned up the mess, washed the dishes, and dealt with the thoroughly drenched apron.

Exhausted, Fu Ru’an sprawled across the master bedroom’s large bed and quietly called her assistant.

“Hello, Vice President Fu! Is there anything you need me to do?”

“Do you know JJ?”

Fu Ru’an spoke coldly.

Was it that brand she knew about?

The assistant on the other end of the phone flushed red.

But what did this have to do with the young CEO?

Their Fu Group’s business scope had never ventured into this field, and there were no plans to cross into this industry in the future.

Moreover, judging by the young CEO’s tone…

The last company she had questioned like this had quietly vanished from the business world…

“I know of it, boss.”

The assistant replied cautiously, trembling with fear.

“I want to invest in this company.”

Fu Ru’an was concise and to the point.

The assistant: “Huh?”

“The condition is that they cut back on flashy, impractical features and focus more on user experience.”

Fu Ru’an added.

Like those soft beads.

Too slippery, not stable enough.

It made Ruan Ruan struggle for so long to align them properly.

Needs improvement.

Fu Ru’an silently gave a bad review in her heart.