The Extravagant Alpha And The Cold Movie Queen’s Fake Act Became Real - Chapter 41

Chapter 41: She Sat on Her Lap.

Fu Ru’an was right. After about an hour, the maintenance crew managed to repair the electrical circuit in the Fu family’s old mansion.

The moment the overhead lights flickered on, both of them were startled.

-Unbeknownst to them, so much time had already passed.

When it was finally over, Fu Ru’an gently kissed Ruan Siyi’s face.

On her fair skin, the faint red mark from the slap hadn’t completely faded. It stood out starkly against the light blush on her cheeks, like a spilled dollop of strawberry sauce, slowly blending into the rosy hue.

“Does it hurt?”

Recalling the earlier frenzy, Fu Ru’an still felt a bit embarrassed, but she also thought Ruan Siyi had brought this upon herself.

That slap wouldn’t have landed if Ruan Siyi hadn’t kept bringing it up and then suddenly provoked her like that.

Besides, after that slap, Fu Ru’an had also been tossed around and endured plenty of physical “suffering.”

She couldn’t even cover her ears, forced to listen as Ruan Siyi whispered those unbearably lewd words over and over, stirring her up until she was torn between resistance and shame. Her ears burned as if dripping with bl00d, just like the place Ruan Siyi had been teasing.

“Hmm?”

Ruan Siyi, caught off guard by the kiss, felt the desires that had just subsided begin to stir again. She hadn’t even registered what Fu Ru’an had just said.

All she could see was Fu Ru’an’s glistening red lips, parting slightly with each word, revealing the deep, unfathomable inside of her mouth and the wet tongue that occasionally flickered within the dark cavity.

But now, under the bright lights, the dazzling chandelier in the bedroom illuminated everything, leaving no room for concealment.

In such a stark, righteous atmosphere, and seeing the exhaustion on Fu Ru’an’s face, Ruan Siyi quietly suppressed her urges, reining in the restless Alpha pheromones.

“What did you just say?”

Ruan Siyi was snapped out of her thoughts when Fu Ru’an tapped her on the forehead, realizing that Fu Ru’an had apparently asked her a question just now.

Fu Ru’an felt a bit unnerved by the look of desire in Ruan Siyi’s eyes but repeated the question anyway.

“I wanted to ask if your face hurts.”

Ruan Siyi was surprised that Fu Ru’an would ask such a question. Wasn’t the answer obvious after she had slapped herself?

Ruan Siyi shook her head and answered very honestly, “It doesn’t hurt. Being hit by Sister Fu is a very pleasant thing.”

Pleasant was an understatement… Fu Ru’an’s slap was like a highly concentrated dose of aphrodisiac. The omega’s already weak hand didn’t have much strength to begin with, but the sudden exertion of force would cause not only the arm and palm but also the muscles below to contract intensely, sending waves of euphoria through her, making her wish she could indulge in this bliss all night long…

But Ruan Siyi couldn’t say any of this out loud.

She simply gazed silently at Fu Ru’an, subtly pressing her lips together.

After several rounds in a row, Fu Ru’an’s body temperature had long been infused with Ruan Siyi’s heat, burning frighteningly hot, as if she had a fever.

Her skin had turned a flushed pink, the warmth rising all the all the way to her beautiful, captivating face.

Compared to the almost negligible slap mark on her own face, Ruan Siyi was far more concerned about Fu Ru’an.

Her mind kept replaying the scenes from tonight, and she asked Fu Ru’an nervously,

“Sister, does it hurt for you?”

The stimulation tonight had been too intense-from the descent of Venus to the not-too-light, not-too-heavy slap on her face-

Each moment was a powerful stimulant, making her hands climb like ivy up damp, sticky walls, tracing the depressions and protrusions, savoring the endless waves of pleasure.

Now, when she took Fu Ru’an’s hand again, it no longer felt cold to the touch. Fu Ru’an’s body temperature was almost indistinguishable from her own, warm like the summer sun.

This inexplicably filled her with a strange sense of exhilaration and satisfaction.

As if Fu Ru’an had been enveloped by her warmth, every inch of her body now carried the scent unique to Ruan Siyi, branded with a mark bearing Ruan Siyi’s name.

At this moment, even under infrared light, they would appear the same deep hue-an undeniable, innate pair, inseparable.

Fu Ru’an also shook her head, imitating her gesture.

Yet, Ruan Siyi’s expression still carried a trace of hesitation.

She carefully carried her to the bathroom to wash, until both their bodies returned to their original state of cleanliness and freshness.

While washing up, Ruan Siyi still couldn’t quite relax, worried that the phrase “it’s fine” was just something Fu Ru’an had said to comfort her. So she meticulously examined her once more, confirming that those areas truly weren’t an issue before finally setting her mind at ease.

However, by the time she left the bathroom, changed the bedsheets, and returned, Fu Ru’an had already fallen asleep in the bathtub from exhaustion.

Her head tilted slightly to one side, her sleek black hair cascading like a sheet of dark satin over the edge of the white bathtub, the strands faintly shimmering with a soft luster. Her eyes were already closed, long lashes casting delicate shadows under her eyelids, their gentle curves trembling faintly with her steady breaths, like the wings of a butterfly.

The steam from the bath hadn’t yet fully dissipated, and the warm water in the tub swirled with a faint mist, enveloping the sleeping omega in a cool, dreamlike haze. Her sharp chin rested lightly on her shoulder, her exposed collarbone appearing especially delicate under the light, its lines as finely carved as if meticulously outlined by a sculptor. The shimmering water’s surface further accentuated the soft, creamy pallor of her skin.

Ruan Siyi stood at the doorway, about to call out to her, but involuntarily swallowed her words.

Her throat tightened slightly, her gaze as if tethered by something, unable to look away.

Fu Ru’an’s appearance at this moment bore none of her usual aloofness and detachment. Instead, there was an unintentional vulnerability and defenselessness, making one instinctively hold their breath, afraid of disturbing this rare tranquility.

After a moment’s hesitation, she walked over, crouched down, and lightly touched Fu Ru’an’s shoulder, calling out tentatively:

“Sister Fu?”

No response.

Fu Ru’an’s lashes merely fluttered faintly before settling again, her breathing still steady, the soft rise and fall of her chest accompanying each shallow inhale and exhale.

Ruan Siyi gazed down at her, her eyes tinged with complex emotions.

Unable to help herself, she let out a soft sigh, then stretched out her arms and carefully lifted Fu Ru’an out of the bathtub, along with the lingering mist.

Next time… she really ought to hold back a little, not let herself indulge like today.

But to be honest, she couldn’t resist. She wasn’t some kind of saint—after seeing Fu Ru’an like that, how could she suppress the thoughts surging in her heart, the urge to just take her fiercely?

Forcing herself to push aside the chaotic thoughts rising in her mind, she focused on drying Fu Ru’an’s body, then took out a comfortable set of cotton pajamas from the closet and dressed her in them.

Once everything was done, Ruan Siyi was about to turn off the lights and get into bed when her gaze happened to land on the still-veiled oil painting, damp and set aside, starkly out of place among the other salvaged artworks.

Sister Fu had said it was her painting.

Although she said it wasn’t important, Ruan Siyi still wanted to help tidy up.

After all, these were paintings that Fu Ru’an had meticulously drawn stroke by stroke. Even if she claimed they didn’t matter, in Ruan Siyi’s heart, everything related to her was a one-of-a-kind treasure in the world.

The rain outside seemed to have lightened somewhat, but the droplets falling on the windowsill still accompanied the faint sound of the wind, sporadically tapping against the glass with a delicate, fragmented rhythm.

The air was thick with a damp chill, and the windows were covered in a thin layer of condensation, blurring the dim streetlights outside into what resembled an ink-wash painting.

Ruan Siyi casually pulled out a piece of gauze from the side and lifted the white cloth covering the painting.

The next second.

She froze in place.

The person in the oil painting…

Was her.

Or, to put it another way, it was a younger, more innocent version of herself.

In the painting, the night was deep and still, like still water. Blue-green moonlight poured in through the attic window like a flowing stream, illuminating the sheer curtains.

The Ruan Siyi in the painting was half-leaning against the chair by the window, the skirt of her school uniform spread out casually with her posture, like a blooming flower. The moonlight enveloped her entire figure in a subdued, cool-toned scene.

In her arms was a white, cloud-like Samoyed, sitting obediently on her lap, dozing off. Its ears twitched occasionally, as if sensing the rustling wind and cicada cries outside the window, but it soon settled back into its dreams.

Ruan Siyi’s hand rested lightly on its back—the gesture wasn’t particularly gentle, but it carried a habitual intimacy.

The entire attic was filled with a serene sense of order, yet she was tilting her head back, a thick workbook covering her face, her eyes already closed. Her whole body exuded a faint aura of resignation.

The summer night was sweltering, and the clothes on the figure in the painting were not neatly arranged. Several buttons of her shirt were undone, revealing the outline of delicate collarbones. And on those collarbones, a blue-purple butterfly seemed to flicker faintly, floating and fluttering under the cold white moonlight.

“Thud—”

The attic door was suddenly pushed open, and Ruan Siyi was startled awake by the noise. Her head jerked upright, and the heavy book on top of it fell to the ground with a loud “bang.”

Ruan Siyi looked out through the opened door.

It was already late at night, and the lights in the hallway and stairwell had all gone out, leaving only an impenetrable darkness.

A figure was hidden within that darkness.

“Who’s there?”

Ruan Siyi was terrified, almost tightening her grip in shock—nearly squeezing the large dog in her arms awake—but managed to hold back at the last moment.

Her eyes remained fixed on the doorway, all traces of sleepiness completely gone from her voice. Trembling with tension, she wondered:

So late at night… could it be… a ghost?!

The kind of ghost that specifically haunts old mansions at night—she had once overheard the young maids chatting about it. They said someone had died on the top floor of this house, that the late mistress had gone mad and jumped to her death here.

Since then, aside from the scheduled midday cleanings, no one came up here casually. That’s why she had specifically chosen this place—it was perfect for studying at night.

No one would disturb her.

But… she seemed to have overlooked one thing.

No people disturbing her didn’t mean…

No ghosts would disturb her either!

The thought frightened her, and for the first time, she felt like an absolute idiot. She wished she could travel back in time and slap her past self, who had been so smug about finding the perfect study spot.

Ruan Siyi quickly shut her eyes, muttering under her breath:

“Namo Guanyin Bodhisattva, I’ve done good deeds all my life and never committed evil. Please spare me…”

Her eyes were tightly closed, yet she still didn’t hear any movement. Her whole body shuddered, and she blurted out everything:

“I’m sorry! The worst I’ve done is copy math homework—oh, and I once took ten bucks from an elementary schooler to help her write lines for The Little Hero Who Rained Down. Does that count?”

“Other than that, I swear I’ve never done anything truly terrible. Please let me go… I swear to heaven, I’ll never step foot in your territory again and disturb your peace. If I break this vow, may lightning strike me—”

Before she could finish the phrase “and may I never be reincarnated,” she suddenly felt something icy against her lips.

Peeking through a sliver of her eyelids, she saw a pale finger gently pressing against her mouth.

Thank goodness, it’s a human finger! I’m saved!

Relieved, she opened her eyes fully to look—only to find that the person was none other than Fu Ru’an.

“It’s so late, and you’re still studying?”

Fu Ru’an bent down to pick up the book that had fallen to the ground—the cover was the familiar High School Physics Textbook Companion. Such a heavy book, and she’d managed to fall asleep with it on her head. It was almost impressive.

“Did you take the teacher’s words at school to heart and decide to start studying seriously?”

Yes, our outstanding little Ruan had grades that were remarkably below average. Eventually, during a trip to the teacher’s office for a talk, she ran into Fu Ru’an, who was also there.

At the time, Fu Ru’an had her long hair tied into a high ponytail. Her fair complexion stood out strikingly among the sea of students in their dull yellow uniforms. She wore a short skirt with the long sleeves of her oversized school jacket draped over it, the empty sleeves swaying loosely and making her arms appear even more slender.

“Xiao Ruan, look at these grades. If this keeps up, even getting into a 211 university will be a stretch, let alone a 985,” the homeroom teacher said, her face full of frustration as she pointed at the latest monthly exam results.

Their high school was, after all, a prestigious municipal key school with a 95% admission rate to 211 universities and nearly half to 985 institutions. With so many excellent teachers and outstanding classmates as role models, how could they still end up with a student like this—one who listened attentively in every class, completed all her homework diligently, yet just couldn’t seem to grasp the material?

The homeroom teacher’s gaze casually swept past the doorway when it suddenly landed on Fu Ru’an.

Her eyes instantly lit up, and she quickly waved her over.

“Look, this is your senior, Fu Ru’an. You must have seen her during the flag-raising ceremony speeches, right? She’s the undisputed top-ranked student in the senior grade—a role model right beside you!”

Then, with earnest concern, she patted Ruan Siyi’s thin shoulder. “I’m not asking for miracles. I don’t expect you to become as outstanding as her, but you’re only in your first year of high school. There’s endless potential. Even though you’re currently in the bottom ten, you’ve moved up one spot this time, haven’t you? I’ll help you analyze the issues over the next little while. We’ll take it step by step and tackle them together.”

But Ruan Siyi was already lapsing into her signature daze:

Fu Ru’an walked over. She was so close. She smelled so good—how could she smell this good? She was so outstanding. Last time, she even made her porridge. So fragrant, so fragrant…

She smelled so good…

Really good…

“Ms. Li,” Fu Ru’an spoke up, her voice low and cool, tinged with restraint. “We know each other. We live together now.”

“What?” Homeroom teacher Ms. Li stiffened. “You two… are living together?”

Fu Ru’an: “…………”

The teacher at the adjacent workstation couldn’t help but laugh: “Old Li, cut back on those ‘married first, love later’ and ‘secret marriage’ novels. They’re still in high school—what on earth are you thinking? Couldn’t they just be relatives?”

Ruan Siyi’s body shrank back slightly.

How could she dare claim any relation to the young miss of the Fu family? She was just the daughter of a servant supported by the Fu family’s charity.

But Fu Ru’an spoke up calmly: “Yes, she is my sister.”

After a moment’s thought, realizing their surnames were different, she hesitated before quietly adding two more words: “Distant.”

Ruan Siyi’s eyes widened in shock.

Sister? So, in Fu Ru’an’s eyes, were they already that close?

Did that mean she could call Fu Ru’an “sister” from now on?

A strange, secret joy bubbled up in her chest, sweet as candy.

By the time she snapped out of it, Fu Ru’an had already turned in the assignment and left, leaving her alone to face the teacher’s scolding in disarray.

But now, Fu Ru’an was standing right in front of her, pressing a finger—the same one that had written perfect exam answers—against her lips, in the middle of such an ambiguous, late-night moment…

Her heart began to race uncontrollably, the pounding reverberating through her chest.

Then, with her usual habit, Fu Ru’an flipped open the cover of the textbook, and Ruan Siyi’s heartbeat skyrocketed to its peak.

“Let me see what you’ve been studying…”

Before Ruan Siyi could utter a weak “Wait—”, Fu Ru’an had already turned to the first page.

All she could do was change her plea to a feeble, pale whisper: “Sister Fu…”

Inside the book was an entirely different world from its cover—not a single physics formula in sight, just densely packed lines of text.

Fu Ru’an scanned the words and began reading aloud without hesitation.

“Her breathing grew heavier as she felt someone slowly straddle her lap, a leather-gloved hand trailing upward, movements casual yet rough—”

“‘Carly, don’t…’ Her voice suddenly sharpened, only to be swallowed by the violent, storm-like kiss.”

“”Baby,’ Carly slowly swallowed the saliva she had stolen from her mouth, ‘but you’re so wet.”

“……..”

After reading this passage aloud, the entire attic fell into an inexplicable silence.

Ruan Siyi’s face turned an utterly disgraceful shade of purplish-red, and she could only lower her head, not daring to meet Fu Ru’an’s gaze.

She felt she was probably doomed.

Sure enough, above her head, Fu Ru’an’s voice was cool yet carried a hint of something strange.

“So this is your high school physics study guide, Ruan Siyi?”

Ruan Siyi didn’t dare to argue.

Because she truly had nothing to say.

Outside the window, the moon was obscured by clouds, and its dim light gradually faded from the attic.

Suddenly.

Ruan Siyi felt something soft press down onto her lap where she sat in the chair.

It was Fu Ru’an sitting on her.

In a straddling position.