The Extravagant Alpha And The Cold Movie Queen’s Fake Act Became Real - Chapter 26

Chapter 26: Sister, Try It On For Me

Early this morning, the courier delivered a large pile of packages, haphazardly stacked in a corner of the living room.

Ruan Siyi, brimming with excitement, tore into the boxes one by one like a child.

Meanwhile, Fu Ru’an sat nearby, a platinum laptop resting on her lap. A pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, their slender, delicate frames reflecting a soft glow under the sunlight, adding a touch of cold, elegant charm to her demeanor.

Her face showed little expression, but her gaze kept drifting toward Ruan Siyi.

Though she didn’t quite understand the joy derived from unboxing packages, her upbringing compelled her to respect such peculiar hobbies.

According to Ruan Siyi, packages were the highlights of life—something like an “anticipation of the unknown.”

Even if you knew what you’d ordered, when the parcel was right there in front of you, curiosity and excitement would spread through the air like a special kind of energy.

“Sister Fu, let me see what’s arrived this time!”

She pondered carefully:

Could it be the potato chips she’d secretly asked her assistant to buy behind her manager’s back?

But were there really this many boxes?

This was way too exaggerated.

“What’s this? There’s even a green logo… looks familiar…”

Had she seen it somewhere before?

Was it a brand of potato chips unique to this novel’s world?

Ruan Siyi muttered under her breath, but her hands didn’t slow down as she continued unboxing.

She picked up a box cutter and gently sliced through the tape.

The blade made a faint shhh sound as it scraped against the adhesive, her movements focused.

As soon as the box was open, Ruan Siyi’s hands froze mid-air, and she blinked in surprise.

A familiar-looking packet was the first thing squeezed out.

A finger cot.

Wait…

What?!

Holding her breath, she slowly lifted the cardboard and carefully peeled back the bubble wrap.

Inside, neatly packed and crowded together, were all sorts of—

Flavorful finger cots, lubricants, massage oils, and a few small toys of various shapes.

The colors were vibrant, the packaging elegant and delicate, not at all out of place—yet their purpose was unmistakably clear.

Ruan Siyi gulped and sneaked a glance at Fu Ru’an, only to meet her faintly amused gaze.

“I… I didn’t buy these…”

No, she’d just added them to her cart—she hadn’t actually gone through with the purchase yet.

What was going on?

It wasn’t like she’d won some “clear your shopping cart” lottery.

“Hm.”

Fu Ru’an responded absentmindedly, leisurely closing the pop-up message from her assistant on her laptop—one that was clearly fishing for praise. She pinched the bridge of her nose, slightly exasperated.

“I know. These are my packages.”

Ruan Siyi: “Oh.”

“…Huh?”

Ruan Siyi’s eyes widened slightly, her surprise written all over her face. Her eyebrows lifted in astonishment, her round eyes shimmering with disbelief.

Her lips parted slightly, but no sound came out, as if she’d even forgotten to breathe. For a brief moment, she froze completely, time seeming to stand still—her wide, brown eyes looking particularly dumbfounded.

After a pause, Ruan Siyi slowly blinked, her gaze wavering as if trying to confirm whether what she was seeing was real.

Subconsciously, she bit her lower lip, took a soft breath, and a look of incredulity gradually spread across her face, her ears even tinged with a faint red.

Since when did Sister Fu start buying these things?

And she’d bought so many at once…

This was way too embarrassing.

“Don’t misunderstand.”

Fu Ru’an noticed her darting eyes and knew exactly what was going through her mind. A hint of helplessness crept into her tone.

“The Fu Group sees promising growth potential in this brand and decided to invest in their company.”

“These—” she said matter-of-factly, gesturing at the packages, “are gifts from the company’s CEO, sent as a token of gratitude to their investors.”

“Quite thoughtful.”

Fu Ru’an remarked leisurely, her gaze lingering on the meticulously designed bottles and containers inside the box, her tone laced with a teasing edge, as if she didn’t care about the nature of the items at all.

“Y-yeah…”

Ruan Siyi’s face flushed slightly as she feigned composure, casually picking up a bottle of lubricant to steer the conversation elsewhere.

“This… um, the packaging looks quite high-end. Must be part of their new product line?”

The moment the words left her mouth, she regretted them.

Why was she even discussing this with Sister Fu…

But Fu Ru’an actually took the bottle from her hand, examined it carefully, and offered a serious critique.

“Not just the packaging—even the ingredient list is well-considered. You can tell they’ve invested in R&D.”

Ruan Siyi: “Mhm. It’s just that Sister probably doesn’t need this stuff. Giving it to us seems a bit wasteful.”

After all, Sister Fu was already so sensitive with just the slightest touch.

As she spoke, her eyes began darting around the room, her hands fidgeting—now adjusting the fruit bowl on the coffee table, now picking at the sofa’s edge, now clutching a soft throw pillow.

But her gaze inadvertently landed on a small packet in the corner, and her face burned even hotter.

Seriously?

This company even made popping candy?

Was this even legitimate?

Would it really taste… sweet?

“What’s wrong?”

Fu Ru’an seemed to notice her reaction, the corners of her lips quirking up imperceptibly as she feigned innocence.

“This one… do you want to try it?”

“W-why would I try that?!”

Ruan Siyi frantically waved her hands, her expression tinged with embarrassment.

“Don’t be so nervous. These are all professional-grade products—nothing to be shy about.”

Fu Ru’an raised an eyebrow, her tone teasing yet ambiguous.

“After all, as an investor, it’s my duty to understand the functionality and design of their products—don’t you think?”

Her voice was light, but her eyes held a deeper amusement, leaving Ruan Siyi momentarily speechless. Her hands clutched the pillow awkwardly, unsure where to put them, so she could only nod stiffly.

“Then… then let the professionals handle the testing. I’ll just… read the instructions.”

In the end, Fu Ru’an didn’t press further.

If she kept teasing, Ruan Ruan would probably explode.

She still had some sense of restraint.

Fu Ru’an lowered her eyes and returned to work on her laptop.

Sitting at the coffee table, she wore a fitted blouse, her sleeves slightly rolled up to reveal slender wrists. Her fingers tapped lightly on the keyboard, producing soft click-clack sounds.

The gold-rimmed glasses added a touch of icy restraint to her already cool demeanor, the lenses reflecting a faint blue light from the screen—her sharp, focused gaze making her seem even more unapproachable.

Precise. Meticulous.

Ruan Siyi sat beside her, watching her pale fingers dance across the keyboard as she replied to emails from subordinates.

Her responses were brief and frosty.

“This proposal is rejected.—Fu Ru’an”

Even through the screen, Ruan Siyi could imagine the despair on the recipient’s end—it reminded her of her own past self.

“Beep—”

Both Fu Ru’an’s laptop and Ruan Siyi’s phone suddenly chimed at the same time, the abrupt sound piercing the quiet living room.

Opening it, they found an email from the Heartbeat Project production team:

“Dear Fu Ru’an & Ruan Siyi,

“Thank you for your enthusiastic participation! The Heartbeat Project team formally invites you to take part in the upcoming third episode. This installment’s theme is ‘Couples’ Heartbeat Stage,’ where we hope to showcase your unique chemistry and bring the audience a sweet, heartwarming experience. You will collaborate on a couples’ performance, with the content designed to convey an atmosphere of sweetness and ambiguity. We encourage natural interactions to highlight your tacit understanding and warmth.”

“Special note: During the performance, guests will wear real-time heart rate monitoring bracelets to track both parties’ heartbeat values.”

“The production team will provide a rehearsal room for you to refine your performance. We look forward to seeing your genuine emotions on stage, delivering moving moments and pleasant surprises to the audience! If you have any questions or requests, feel free to contact us anytime.”

“Let’s make hearts race together!—The Heartbeat Project Team.”

Couples’ Heartbeat Stage?!

Ruan Siyi stared at the email on her phone, reading it several times, her lips twitching slightly.

The third episode of Heartbeat Project actually required a couples’ performance—and it had to be sweet and ambiguous?

What kind of wild idea was Director Ai thinking up this time? How could she be so imaginative?

When Fu Ru’an saw the email, she paused briefly, her fingers hovering over the keyboard as her eyes scanned the contents, blinking slowly.

She finished reading silently, saying nothing, but the red tips of her ears betrayed her.

The two exchanged a glance, the air between them suddenly awkwardly still.

Ruan Siyi tried to stay calm, but for some reason, her heartbeat began to race uncontrollably.

Ruan Siyi sniffled nervously and looked at her: “Sister Fu, what… what should we perform?”

She’d never performed on stage in front of an audience before.

Would they even pull this off?

Fu Ru’an tilted her head slightly, her gentle gaze lingering on Ruan Siyi’s face, as if searching for ideas in her expression.

After a pause, she spoke softly.

“Ruan Ruan, how about we go with what you’re best at? A duet dance for the two of us?”

Her voice was warm and low, carrying a note of inquiry.

At this moment, Fu Ru’an seemed exceptionally patient, giving the impression that she was genuinely discussing this with Ruan Siyi—listening to her thoughts and seeking her opinion.

It was a stark contrast to her authoritative, commanding presence during work hours—like two entirely different people.

Ruan Siyi looked up in surprise.

Sister Fu seemed to really value her input.

A duet with Sister Fu…

She closed her eyes, unable to stop herself from imagining the scene.

Under the dim, intimate glow, the rhythm of the music pulsed in time with their heartbeats, her hands lightly settling on Fu Ru’an’s waist before sliding down, secretly gripping those rounded curves…

Their bodies pressed close, their breaths intertwined…

Without much thought, Ruan Siyi nodded eagerly.

This was another legitimate reason to touch Sister Fu—physical contact was her favorite.

Seeing her agreement, Fu Ru’an began seriously considering their stage performance, her expression focused.

“What do you think about an all-black outfit for the performance?”

Ruan Siyi froze, her heart suddenly racing. Before she could process it, Fu Ru’an continued:

“Ruan Ruan, do you think I should wear thigh-high boots bare-legged, or ankle boots with black stockings?”

Ruan Siyi’s ears perked up instantly, as if a fire had been lit in her chest. Her mind raced with images of Fu Ru’an in black stockings or bare-legged thigh-high boots, her heartbeat quickening, her cheeks flushing a rosy pink.

Boots… black stockings… bare thighs…?!

This…

Ruan Siyi took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.

She pretended to think seriously for a moment, suppressing the flutter in her chest before speaking slowly:

“Sister Fu, how about… you try them both on first? I’ll take a look and help you decide?”