The Extravagant Alpha And The Cold Movie Queen’s Fake Act Became Real - Chapter 45

Chapter 45: She Swallowed the Juice.

Ruan Siyi was caught off guard by her smooth, effortless movements, left in a daze, her large eyes staring blankly at Fu Ru’an.

Fu Ru’an waited in the driver’s seat for a while but still didn’t hear the click of Ruan Siyi fastening her seatbelt, so she turned her head to look in her direction.

As soon as she turned, she met those innocent, bewildered eyes.

Ruan Siyi hadn’t even realized she hadn’t buckled her seatbelt yet, nor did she understand why Fu Ru’an had suddenly stopped moving. She simply tilted her head slightly, her expression full of confusion.

Fu Ru’an furrowed her brows slightly and sighed helplessly before leaning over again to help Ruan Siyi fasten her seatbelt.

But the moment Ruan Siyi saw her approaching, she instinctively trembled and closed her eyes, her entire body stiff as a board.

The movement was so quick and natural, as if she subconsciously thought Fu Ru’an was going to kiss her.

Her cute little lips even puckered slightly.

Fu Ru’an froze for a moment before a smile slowly spread across her face.

“Ruan Ruan,” Fu Ru’an said softly, unable to suppress her amusement, “you forgot to fasten your seatbelt.”

Ruan Siyi: “Huh?”

She opened her eyes, her mind still struggling to catch up.

Fu Ru’an decided not to tease her further and efficiently pulled the seatbelt over her shoulder, securing it into the buckle with a soft click.

Then came a crisp “click” sound.

It wasn’t until the seatbelt was securely fastened that Ruan Siyi belatedly realized how embarrassing her earlier behavior had been. The heat on her face practically burned all the way down to her neck.

She lowered her head, nervously twisting the hem of her clothes, and muttered under her breath, “I… I thought you were going to…”

“What did you think I was going to do?”

Fu Ru’an raised an eyebrow, her smile lingering.

“Of course, I thought you were…”

Ruan Siyi’s face flushed red, but she couldn’t get the words out. Seeing Fu Ru’an’s teasing expression, she gritted her teeth and unfastened the seatbelt she had just secured. Leaning over, she captured Fu Ru’an’s lips with her own.

At first, it was just a gentle brush of lips, but gradually, Ruan Siyi grew unsatisfied with just that. Her tongue swiftly invaded the soft warmth of Fu Ru’an’s mouth, stirring fiercely within. Her hand also found its way to that slender waist, slipping under the fabric of the shirt to caress the sensitive hollow of her back.

Now it was Fu Ru’an’s turn to be startled by her sudden boldness. Her hands tightened, gripping Ruan Siyi’s shoulders as the sound of their wet kisses filled the air, as if the passion of last summer night was slowly rekindling.

Fu Ru’an was accustomed to their back-and-forth kisses. As Ruan Siyi’s tongue slowly retreated, Fu Ru’an lowered her lashes, intending to kiss back, only for her tongue to meet the barrier of Ruan Siyi’s tightly closed teeth.

“Mmm?”

Fu Ru’an frowned slightly, looking at her.

“Sister Fu,” Ruan Siyi panted as she retreated back to the passenger seat, pulling the seatbelt over herself and clicking it into into place. She quietly reminded her, “Your car windows aren’t tinted.”

This wasn’t like the window at home.

Anyone outside could see everything inside the car clearly.

Last time, it was Fu Yuni. Next time, who knew who might stumble upon them?

She did find kissing-or even more-in such an environment thrilling. But alas, she wasn’t an exhibitionist. At most, she only enjoyed some pseudo-exhibitionist play, just enough to draw Sister Fu into the moment with her.

Only then did Fu Ru’an remember her car windows. She had grabbed the keys at random from home, never expecting that out of all the cars, she’d pick the one without tinted windows.

“Fine,” she said without dwelling on it. “Next time, I’ll drive a different car.”

After all, they had plenty of opportunities ahead.

What truly took Ruan Siyi by surprise, though, was Fu Ru’an’s driving skills.

She knew Fu Ru’an could drive and had a license, but she never expected Fu Ru’an’s driving to be so… flashy.

Launch Control—from a standstill to high speed in just a few seconds, followed by a precise turn that sent them flying out of the Fu family’s old estate like an arrow released from a bow.

Even though the speed was technically within the limit, Fu Ru’an somehow made 60 km/h feel like several hundred. Ruan Siyi even suspected that if not for traffic rules prohibiting crossing solid lines, she might have thrown in a few sharp lane changes. That thrill of danger made Ruan Siyi’s already fragile heart clench even tighter.

No wonder the chauffeur always rushed to get behind the wheel first, insisting that she and Fu Ru’an sit obediently in the back.

The driver had even specifically warned Ruan Siyi: if the two of them were going out together, she must never let the young Miss Fu touch the steering wheel.

At first, Ruan Siyi had thought it was because Fu Ru’an’s driving skills were terrible—

The kind that just barely passed the driving test, where parking and turning relied entirely on fixed reference points, using the door handles, rearview mirrors, and windshield wipers to judge distance.

But this? This was clearly a life-risking driving style. Though it had been toned down a lot, the remnants of frequent street racing and mountain-road drifting were still there.

This technique didn’t seem honed through professional racing—it felt more like the reckless, no-holds-barred style of underground drag racing.

Yet, this way of driving was completely at odds with Fu Ru’an’s usual demeanor. Ruan Siyi couldn’t figure out what would drive Fu Ru’an to develop such a passion for such high-risk activities.

After all, in front of her, Fu Ru’an was always composed and restrained.

By the time Fu Ru’an finished the drive, smoothly reversing into the parking spot in one go, Ruan Siyi felt like half her life had already slipped away.

When Fu Ru’an reached out to help her out of the car, Ruan Siyi remained seated, her face pale, and weakly waved her hand.

“I need a moment.”

Fu Ru’an nodded, closed the passenger door again, and leaned against it, replying, “Alright.”

A moment later, she turned back and tapped on the window.

“I’m sorry. I won’t drive anymore in the future.”

Today, it had just been too long since she’d held a steering wheel, and the itch had gotten to her.

Ruan Siyi didn’t really mind—she just thought Fu Ru’an’s driving was a bit too dangerous for public roads, too prone to accidents.

“It’s fine,” Ruan Siyi looked up at her, eyes sparkling. “Sister Fu can take me to a professional, safe racing track next time.”

She didn’t mention anything else, only emphasizing the words “professional” and “safe” with extra weight.

Fu Ru’an silently turned around and walked outside, waiting for her without a word.

Ruan Siyi bent over, taking a moment to steady herself, and was about to sit up and open the door to leave when, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a corner of a white piece of paper.

Hmm? Where did this come from?

She leaned down, picked up the paper, and unfolded it to see what was inside.

The paper looked old, carrying the weight of many years. The yellowed pages exuded a musty, aged scent, with time leaving mottled traces on its surface. The edges were slightly curled.

The sheet was covered in crumpled creases, as if it had been repeatedly unfolded, folded, unfolded again, and folded again.

It was densely covered with handwriting from two people.

Ruan Siyi immediately recognized Fu Ru’an’s writing—sharp, efficient, and angular, much like the woman herself.

But what truly made her freeze was the other handwriting—it was unmistakably her own.

Bold and vigorous, the strokes carried a sense of sharp determination, a style so familiar it felt etched into her bones.

Here, placed side by side with Fu Ru’an’s writing, there was an inexplicable similarity, from the structure of the characters to their shape.

This was the handwriting she had always used—she could never mistake it.

Her handwriting was different from the original owner’s. She had seen the original owner’s writing before.

The original owner’s script was rounded, a cute, girlish style—delicate, soft, with a playful, curving rhythm.

But what was on this paper was clearly her own handwriting, not that of the original “Ruan Siyi.”

Fu Ru’an was still waiting outside the car, not wasting any time as she spoke on the phone with her assistant.

“The focus of the acquisition negotiation should be on the core technology. Licensing for these two patents is the bottom line. Tell the target company we can temporarily retain their technical autonomy, but they must sign an exclusive licensing agreement to ensure synchronized use of the technology during the collaboration…”

Before she could finish her sentence, she heard the sound of Ruan Siyi opening the door. Just as she was about to turn around, Ruan Siyi’s embrace reached her first.

With Fu Ru’an’s startled cry, she suddenly felt herself lifted into the air.

—Ruan Siyi cupped her buttocks and lifted her entire body up, using her fingers to hook the car keys dangling from the woman’s hand. With a casual press of the button, the car behind them beeped twice, its lights dimming obediently before shutting off completely.

“Ruan Ruan…” Fu Ru’an stared at her in shock. “What are you doing?”

The assistant on the phone was still asking, “Young President Fu? Young President Fu? What’s wrong?”

Seeing that Ruan Siyi remained silent as she carried her toward the front door, Fu Ru’an quickly regained her composure and continued issuing orders into the phone.

“It’s nothing. Also, refine the capital injection and resource integration proposal further. Highlight our advantages in market expansion and channel development. Make sure the data on profit maximization is clearly laid out—apply pressure.”

Assistant: “Understood, President Fu.”

Ruan Siyi keyed in the passcode and pushed the door open.

Fu Ru’an: “Also, draft a contingency plan. If negotiations don’t go smoothly, we can shift focus to alternative targets at any time. Make sure they understand they’re not the only option.”

Assistant: “Got it. I’ll handle it right away.”

Ruan Siyi finally set her down—but on the bed.

The next second.

Fu Ru’an’s eyes widened abruptly.

Ruan Siyi’s tongue traced the inside of her thigh, the slick, wet sensation sending a jolt through her brain like an electric shock.

Her voice suddenly turned flustered. “That’s all for now! Send the revisions to my email once they’re done—”

The call was cut off with a sharp click.

Due to her position, her high heel rested on Ruan Siyi’s shoulder.

But her slender ankle was caught in Ruan Siyi’s grip, the scorching palm pressing against the prominent bone, searing into her skin.

“Sister Fu, didn’t you promise I could do whatever I wanted once we got back?”

She kissed her, swallowing the overflowing nectar.