The Extravagant Alpha And The Cold Movie Queen’s Fake Act Became Real - Chapter 35

Chapter 35: A Drizzling Rainy Night Beneath the Skirt.

Skin that had been wrapped in warmth suddenly met the chill of the air. The rainy night was damp, and the downpour raged fiercely. Countless raindrops pounded the ground, splashing water in all directions, saturating the air with the moist scent of wet earth.

A cold wind, heavy with moisture, slammed against the window behind Fu Ru’an.

The Fu family’s estate was located in the most bustling part of the city, yet it was cleverly isolated from the clamor outside, a tranquil oasis amidst the chaos. Through the window, one could faintly glimpse the occasional hurried figures passing by the walls in the rainy night.

Before Ruan Siyi’s vision was completely swallowed by darkness, what she saw were the puddles that had merged into streams and the glow of streetlights, blurred into a hazy halo.

Kisses rained down like the storm outside. Starting from her damp calves and moving upward, each touch was gentle, like the eerie calm before a tempest—even the restless sea had stilled its waves.

Fu Ru’an felt goosebumps rise wherever her lips traced, eventually melting into a deep, shuddering sigh.

Inside, it was tranquil.

The expensive one-way glass reflected the entwined figures of the two, while the dim light and the rain sliding down the surface stretched and blurred the boundaries between shadow and illumination, making it all resemble an otherworldly abstract painting.

The world outside was sealed away behind the wet curtain of rain. Only the rapid drumbeat of raindrops and the occasional rumble of thunder added a rhythmic pulse to the silence, broken only by the sound of water.

Ruan Siyi’s lips advanced relentlessly, unhurried and deliberate, exuding a composed confidence, as though she were savoring a delectable piece of cake with meticulous pleasure.

She tentatively brushed past the outermost layer first, as if confirming the taste of the cream, until every bit of the white cream had been licked away, leaving behind a faint lingering sweetness in her mouth. Only then did she draw back slightly, satisfied.

Waiting for the creamy aroma to swirl and linger on her palate, she inched closer again, her uneven breaths falling onto the heart of the cake.

Her breathing was light, carrying the coolness of post-rain air, wisp by wisp, spilling into the thin space between their skin.

Fu Ru’an seemed to hold her breath, her body trembling slightly in response to the movement, like helpless prey trapped within the vodka-laced aura of Ruan Siyi, encircled by the hunter.

Outside the window, the rain grew heavier, as if the entire world were whispering secrets about this fleeting moment of contact-yet it all felt distantly isolated.

Ruan Siyi’s senses were split apart by the fabric of the school uniform. Outside it was the icy chill of a summer downpour, a biting cold, while inside was a warmth like an eternally vibrant spring night, drizzling with rain.

It came with the tide in a rush, then just as quickly surged between her lips, down her throat, and into her stomach, where it churned and stirred relentlessly.

Beyond her line of sight, she only felt her hair being tightly gripped by a pair of hands.

Fu Ru’an had nearly lost all strength, her toes curling and then stretching taut, then curling again, her head tilting back high like a pristine white swan.

Suddenly.

A series of urgent knocks sounded at the door.

Thud, thud, thud-

Each strike heavy against their hearts.

Ruan Siyi paused.

At this hour, who could be knocking?

She was still reluctant to leave this warm haven, not even having had the chance to delve deeper, to explore hidden paths. So, just who dared to interrupt them now?!

“Ruan Ruan…”

Fu Ru’an hadn’t even had time to fully savor the moment before being abruptly cut off, left suspended in unbearable frustration.

But she still considered that the person outside the door might genuinely have something important to discuss, given how late it was—normally, no one would disturb them at this hour.

Reluctantly, she gently nudged Ruan Siyi’s head.

“Go open the door and see who it is.”

Someone showing up at this hour likely had urgent business.

Ruan Siyi froze for a moment, instinctively raising her hand to touch the spot that had just been tapped. Finally resigned, she reluctantly pulled her lips away from the dampness, obediently straightened Fu Ru’an’s skirt, held her waist, and carefully helped her down from the windowsill.

The moment Fu Ru’an’s feet touched the ground, her legs were still weak, trembling uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Ruan Siyi hurriedly scooped her up, gently placing her on the bed and thoughtfully tucking her in, covering any possible glimpses of exposed skin.

“Sister, rest for a bit. I’ll go see who it is.”

At first, Ruan Siyi tried to suppress her anger, but by the end of her sentence, her words had turned into a slow, gritted emphasis on each syllable.

She yanked the door open. The person outside hadn’t expected the door to suddenly swing wide and, caught off guard, stumbled forward, nearly crashing into Ruan Siyi.

Now that Ruan Siyi was a committed person, how could she allow a stranger to fall into her arms? Instinctively, she sidestepped.

A small figure instantly hit the floor with a heavy, muffled thud, the sound so harsh it made her frown involuntarily.

Before she could react, the person on the ground let out a loud, drawn-out “Owwww—” The tone was oddly familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere not long ago.

Ruan Siyi instinctively looked down, and when she recognized the small figure on the ground, she froze.

It was Fu Yuni.

What was this little brat doing up so late? Did she want to stay this short forever by not getting enough sleep?!

Fu Yuni was sprawled on the floor, her tiny body wrapped in a fluffy animal onesie, the round hood slipped to one side, with two limp bunny ears dangling from it.

Her face was scrunched up pitifully, her eyes glistening as she looked up at Ruan Siyi, as if she might burst into tears at any moment.

Fu Yuni’s little hands were braced against the floor, her fair, tender knuckles dusted with a bit of dirt. The hem of her onesie had rolled up slightly from the fall, and one of her bunny slippers had flown off, nowhere to be seen.

What a sorry sight.

“W-what are you looking at?!”

Fu Yuni bit her lip, her voice trembling with the threat of tears, clearly hurt from the fall—both pitiable and amusing at the same time.

“Why did you suddenly open the door?! You made me fall, and now it hurts!”

“And you have the nerve to blame me?”

Ruan Siyi was torn between laughter and exasperation. Though she was still simmering with frustration, there was no way she could actually take it out on a child. So she could only reach out, haul Fu Yuni up from the floor, and dust off her onesie with a sigh.

“Look at you, Fu Yuni. What are you doing running around scaring people in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?”

And ruining my moment with Sister Fu!

I didn’t even get to slip my tongue in! Just a couple of pecks outside, and then this damn Yuni had to interrupt.

If this little brat didn’t have some kind of life-or-death emergency, she was never forgiving her!

Fu Yuni opened her mouth to retort, but then suddenly remembered why she had come in the first place. In a fluster, she scrambled up from the floor, her short little arms flailing as she tried to push past Ruan Siyi, who was firmly blocking the way.

“Ugh, you’re in my way! I’m here to see my aunt! It’s really urgent!”

See Fu Ru’an? For what?

Ruan Siyi didn’t budge, her body still solidly barricading the doorway.

“Whatever you have to say, you can say it to me.”

There was no way Fu Yuni could see Sister Fu in that state—her cheeks flushed a deep red, like overripe petals, her legs hidden under the blanket, the skirt of her dress clinging to her damp thighs, slick with sticky wetness.

What had just happened between them hadn’t even properly concluded. Who knew if those pale pink folds were still trembling helplessly, weakly quivering after her lips had pulled away?

There was no way Fu Yuni could be allowed to see her like that.

That clever little imp knows so many odd and quirky things—she must have guessed right away that the two of them had just been making love!

Seeing Ruan Siyi standing righteously and unwaveringly at the door, blocking her way like an iron gate, Fu Yuni felt utterly baffled and confused.

But then, a lightbulb went off in her head. She suddenly looked up and shouted loudly into the room, “Auntie! It’s me! It’s Yuni!”

The room fell silent for a moment, followed only by a long sigh emerging from under the blankets.

It was Fu Ru’an, who had been completely buried under the quilt Ruan Siyi had thrown over her, letting out a slow sigh.

“Let her in.”

Hearing this, Fu Yuni’s face immediately broke into a smug grin. She deliberately shot Ruan Siyi a glance, as if silently gloating.

See? My dear little aunt is still on my side!

Ruan Siyi, upon hearing this, reluctantly stepped aside, though her eyes remained fixed on Fu Yuni like a hawk. It seemed that if Fu Yuni made even the slightest inappropriate move, Ruan Siyi would drag her out and give her a good thrashing.

Fu Yuni, like a triumphant general, strode into the room with her head held high, then hurriedly scampered over to the bed.

“It’s so late—what do you need me for?”

Fu Ru’an gently patted her fluffy little head.

“Ah!” Fu Yuni suddenly shrieked, as if remembering something urgent, her voice instantly turning frantic. “Auntie, do you remember how the old house was getting its roof repaired recently? Well, it wasn’t finished yet, and then today it suddenly started pouring rain… what’s that saying again? ‘It never rains but it pours’—”

“Can’t you just get to the point?”

Ruan Siyi, standing nearby, grumbled impatiently.

“The point is coming right now!”

Fu Yuni abruptly raised her voice, startling Ruan Siyi so badly her ears rang.

“The attic on the top floor is leaking!”

So what if the attic’s leaking? It’s not like the Fu family can’t afford to fix it…

Just as Ruan Siyi was thinking this, Fu Ru’an, who had been leaning against the headboard, suddenly sat bolt upright upon hearing Fu Yuni’s words.

The abrupt movement nearly caused the blanket covering her to slip off, though Fu Ru’an didn’t seem to notice, her hands instinctively gripping the sheets.

“You go out first, Yuni. Auntie will change and be right there…”

After Fu Yuni left, the room returned to silence.

Ruan Siyi blinked, her gaze settling back on Fu Ru’an. She had never seen such an expression on Fu Ru’an’s face before, as if that place held some extraordinary significance.

A faint, indescribable silence lingered in the air. Outside the window, the wind rustled the trees, their shadows swaying uncertainly against the corridor walls.

From inside the room came the soft, rustling sound of fabric—Fu Ru’an adjusting her clothes. Ruan Siyi didn’t interrupt, simply standing there quietly, yet an inexplicable unease stirred within her, spreading with each faint, grating noise.

When Fu Ru’an finally turned around, Ruan Siyi got a clear look at her face.

A flush had spread from her cheeks all the way to the edges of her eyes, red and rimmed as if veiled in mist.

“Ruan Ruan…”

Fu Ru’an called her name softly, her voice carrying a barely perceptible tremble, as though trying to conceal something.

Suddenly, she pushed open the door with force, her movements slightly hurried.

The corridor outside instantly brightened, the flood of light pouring in so stark that Ruan Siyi instinctively narrowed her eyes, her vision blurring momentarily.

“In the attic… are my mother’s paintings.”

She was not talking about her “mother.”

But her late omega mother—Shen Jinhe.