The Extravagant Alpha And The Cold Movie Queen’s Fake Act Became Real - Chapter 50

Chapter 50: Ruan Ruan’s Temptation

Ruan Siyi’s hand trembled, and along with it, her fluttering eyelashes quivered.

Fu Ru’an barged in, carrying the wind and rain from outside. Another fierce gust blew in, sending the floral-patterned curtains soaring high, suspended in the air—just like Ruan Siyi’s heart, swaying wildly.

At first, Fu Ru’an was bent over, removing her shoes, her slender back taut like a tightly drawn bow, forming a perfect arc.

But after only taking off one, her movements gradually grew impatient. She slowly straightened up, then kicked off the other sandal with a careless flick, sending it tumbling into the corner.

Ruan Siyi’s gaze uncontrollably fell on Fu Ru’an’s bare feet.

Cold, pale skin, prominent ankle bones—like the bony moonlight at the edge of the night sky. With each step she took, the water clinging to her feet left damp traces on the tiled floor.

Ruan Siyi was so nervous she could almost cry. In a hoarse voice, she called out, “Sister Fu,” while simultaneously trying to hide the book behind her, a futile attempt at concealment.

Fu Ru’an clearly saw her actions but only responded with a faint “Hmm,” as if humoring her.

“What’s in your hand?”

“What did you just see?”

She was feigning ignorance.

Ruan Siyi was too flustered to speak and could only retreat step by step under Fu Ru’an’s relentless advance.

In her panic, she didn’t notice the table behind her until her thigh bumped into it.

With a thud, she lost her balance and ended up sitting on the table. The movement jolted the water glass on the table, causing it to bounce and clatter sharply against the surface.

The book in her hand slipped from her grip, plummeting toward the floor.

Fu Ru’an swiftly bent down to catch it—but only managed to grab the book.

But that piece of paper drifted and swayed, like a withered fallen leaf, spinning in the air before finally landing on the wet patch on the floor. Instantly, it became mottled, the ink blurring and spreading.

“I—I’m sorry!” Ruan Siyi’s eyes widened in horror, her expression panicked. “I didn’t mean to…”

Fu Ru’an sighed. “From the moment I met you until now, how much trouble have you caused me? Do you plan on saying this to me forever?”

“I’m sorry,” “I didn’t mean to.”

She had heard it so often her ears were practically calloused.

Ruan Siyi silently shut her mouth.

In the quiet, stagnant space, she suddenly felt a cool sensation on her collarbone.

Looking down, she realized that in order to catch the book that had almost fallen earlier, Fu Ru’an was now standing extremely close to her. The rain-drenched ends of her hair hung damply against Ruan Siyi’s collarbone.

Drops of water trailed from those black strands, following the pull of gravity, sliding along her collarbone before disappearing beneath the edge of her collar, vanishing into the fabric.

Fu Ru’an noticed the increasingly intense gaze Ruan Siyi was directing downward and followed her line of sight. The corner of her lips curled into a nearly imperceptible smile as she deliberately mimicked Ruan Siyi’s tone.

“Sorry—”

“I didn’t mean to get your clothes wet either.”

The wind-blown curtains suddenly fell back into place, and only then did Fu Ru’an notice the unusual flush on Ruan Siyi’s face—

Spreading from her cheeks all the way to the corners of her eyes, the heat tinting her gaze with a shimmering, watery glow.

“You…”

Before Fu Ru’an could finish, Ruan Siyi abruptly took a large step backward, the desk screeching against the floor from the sudden movement.

“Don’t say anything else, Fu Ru’an.”

Ruan Siyi’s voice carried a hint of tears, her expression looking as though she had been thoroughly bullied.

In one swift motion, she pulled out an Alpha pheromone suppressant from her pocket and jabbed it into her own gland.

The needle pierced the thin skin at the back of her neck in an instant.

Only when the cool liquid medication flowed through the needle into her bloodstream did Ruan Siyi dare to take a deep breath. Hunched over with her hands braced on her knees, she couldn’t bring herself to meet Fu Ru’an’s eyes.

Her heat cycle had just ended not long ago—this should have been a theoretically safe period.

But why was it that the moment Fu Ru’an got close to her, she could once again feel that shamefully familiar sensation?

Fu Ru’an took in her appearance and only then belatedly noticed the faint scent of vodka alcohol lingering in the air.

“Are you going into heat?”

“No.”

Ruan Siyi’s face flushed red.

This was far from the level of a heat cycle, she thought calmly.

She just needed to give herself an injection, and it would be fine.

Ruan Siyi took the bag from her and applied the band-aid to her wound herself.

The band-aid was pink—who would have thought someone as aloof as Fu Ru’an would choose such a lively, cute color?

But she really liked it.

After resting for a while, Ruan Siyi felt much better, only then remembering Fu Ru’an’s rain-drenched hair.

“Sister Fu, do you want to wash your hair?”

If wet hair isn’t cleaned promptly, the pollutants in the rainwater can easily irritate the scalp and trigger inflammation.

Having just caused a major blunder, Ruan Siyi was now unusually eager, bustling about to boil water and adjust the basin’s temperature to just the right warmth before calling Fu Ru’an over.

Seeing Ruan Siyi holding a towel, about to personally take charge, Fu Ru’an finally raised an eyebrow slightly.

“Do you not want your hand anymore, Ruan Ruan?”

The wound had only just been bandaged.

Ruan Siyi blinked at her mysteriously. “Let me show you Master Ruan’s unparalleled one-handed hair-washing technique.”

Fu Ru’an chuckled at that, her dark eyes faintly revealing a trace of helplessness.

She leaned lazily against the bathroom doorframe, arms crossed, looking every bit the spectator awaiting a spectacle. “Alright then, I’ll have to witness your exceptional skills for myself.”

Encouraged by her approval, Ruan Siyi immediately felt a surge of motivation. With her left hand, she deftly wrung out the towel, then stepped right up to Fu Ru’an, draping the towel over her shoulders with practiced ease.

“Lower your head.”

She pointed to the small stool in front of her, her tone carrying a natural air of command—yet the unconscious hint of eagerness made it all seem a little comical.

Fu Ru’an’s lips curled slightly, but in the end, she didn’t say much and obediently sat down as instructed. Her long hair cascaded like black satin, spilling over her shoulders and down to her chest.

Yet, Ruan Siyi’s mind was quietly unsettled.

Gritting her teeth, she tried to squeeze out the shampoo with one hand while struggling to keep the lather from slipping into her wound.

“Ruan Ruan, are you sure you can manage this?”

Fu Ru’an spoke slowly, her tone as calm as ever, yet it seemed to carry a faint hint of provocation.

“Of course I can!”

Ruan Siyi immediately retorted, but her voice betrayed her, trembling with a touch of forced bravado.

Afraid of showing weakness, she unconsciously sped up her movements, her fingertips carefully massaging Fu Ru’an’s strands. When her fingers brushed against Fu Ru’an’s scalp, the soft sensation made her momentarily lose focus.

“Ah!”

While Ruan Siyi was still distracted, Fu Ru’an suddenly reached out and touched the tip of her nose.

Fu Ru’an had already coated her hand with white lather, and with that motion, the fluffy foam instantly smeared onto Ruan Siyi’s nose.

“Like a puppy.”

Fu Ru’an even gave her nose a playful flick.

Ruan Siyi’s heartbeat skipped again, then grew erratic.

The foam carried the rich fragrance of the shampoo, saturating her senses with its delicate, pervasive scent.

It was a scent that belonged solely to Fu Ru’an.

She didn’t let Fu Ru’an pull her hand back. Instead, with her uninjured hand—the one wrapped in a band-aid, free of water and foam—she grabbed Fu Ru’an’s wrist.

Fu Ru’an, mindful of her injured fingers, didn’t dare struggle too hard.

Ruan Siyi’s voice came from above her head: “Fu Ru’an.”

Ruan Siyi rarely called her by her full name, yet this was already the second time today.

Fu Ru’an asked, puzzled, “What is it?”

“You…” Ruan Siyi hesitated as she spoke, her tone laced with restraint. “Do you act like this with everyone?”

Fu Ru’an hadn’t even had a chance to respond before Ruan Siyi continued, her words tumbling out rapid-fire like a machine gun, her voice brimming with grievance and accusation.

“Do you remember how you used to tutor me, watching me write every stroke, correcting me if my grip on the pen was wrong? Before every exam, you’d organize notes for me, highlighting all the key points with markers, then lending them to me to photocopy, telling me not to lose them. Do you do that for every underperforming junior?”

The more she spoke, the angrier she became, her voice rising uncontrollably.

“And that time I got sick—you stayed with me in the infirmary all day, didn’t even eat lunch. You even went out to buy me congee—Fu Ru’an, would you go to such lengths for anyone else?”

She glared at Fu Ru’an, her words coming faster and faster.

“During the school anniversary that year, there were so many people on the field. You saw me standing under the sun and came over to hand me a bottle of water, saying you were worried I’d get heatstroke. Then you made up some excuse to get me to stand with you in the shade—would you do that for anyone else? If they stood under the sun for just a little while, would you be just as considerate?”

At this point, she suddenly stopped, her eyes fixed intently on Fu Ru’an, as if waiting for an answer.

Her voice lowered slightly, but it carried an indescribable emotion:

“Fu Ru’an, are you just this kind to everyone?”

By the balcony, the umbrella dripped with water, each drop pattering softly. Muddy footsteps echoed in the hallway, trampling the already gloomy sky into a pitch-black sheen. Fu Ru’an had rolled up the hem of her jeans earlier for convenience, revealing the pale lower half of her calves.

Her smooth, dark hair was still covered in white foam, layer upon layer of it, like churning clouds in the sky or waves crashing on the shore.

Fu Ru’an closed her eyes for a few seconds before opening them again.

“The answer… I thought you’d already seen it in the book.”

And now, in the luxurious bathtub, Fu Ru’an suddenly reached out and smeared a dollop of foam onto Ruan Siyi’s nose.

Ruan Siyi was caught off guard by her sudden movement.

“What are you doing?”

She muttered in confusion, but a strangely familiar feeling instantly flashed through her mind.

A scorching droplet fell on her skin, carrying an undeniable heat that sent a shiver rippling through her. She trembled violently, as if startled by the burning sensation, her fingertips curling slightly.

“Hurry up and take off your clothes to soak in the water.” Fu Ru’an leaned against the edge of the bathtub, the corner of her lips quirking up slightly, her tone carrying a hint of casual impatience. “Ruan Siyi, if you stay like this with wet clothes in the air, you’ll catch a cold easily.”

Despite her words, her gaze lingered on the other’s soaked clothes-the thin fabric clinging tightly to her skin, outlining faintly visible curves. Water droplets slid down the collar, making Fu Ru’an’s mind waver involuntarily.

“Isn’t this a bit inappropriate?” Ruan Siyi, however, stood by the bathtub, her head slightly lowered, her voice tinged with embarrassment. “Are we really going to soak together… naked?”

Her cheeks flushed faintly pink, and the way she nervously twisted the hem of her clothes made her seem particularly awkward.

Her damp hair clung to the side of her face, making her appear both disheveled and pitifully innocent.

Fu Ru’an: “……”

She stared at the deliberately coy Alpha, who was even acting shyly as she bowed her head to fiddle with her clothes, and a wave of speechlessness washed over her.

“Then, the way you are now—are you trying to seduce me with a wet look?” Fu Ru’an asked very patiently.

“Ruan Siyi.”