The Extravagant Alpha And The Cold Movie Queen’s Fake Act Became Real - Chapter 56

Chapter 56: Licking Her Leg.

Toy?

Fu Ru’an’s mind went blank for a moment before she quickly realized what Ruan Siyi was referring to.

It was those thank-you gifts sent by the companies sponsored by the Fu family.

She had also promised Ruan Siyi that after accompanying her to meet the Fu family, she would allow her to pick any one of those items to play with together.

“But,” Fu Ru’an hesitated before speaking, “didn’t you already… back then…”

She couldn’t quite bring herself to say “adding fingers” out loud, but she felt Ruan Siyi should understand what she meant.

“Can’t that count as canceling it out?”

She asked sincerely, only to be met with an immediate shake of Ruan Siyi’s head.

“How can that cancel it out?!”

Ruan Siyi now spoke with much more confidence, her voice full of conviction.

Her eyes were wide, the still-wet tears glistening at the corners, brimming with disbelief.

“These are two completely different matters, Sister Fu. Are you trying to go back on your word?”

Fu Ru’an was amused by her accusation and took Ruan Siyi’s hand, her fingertips lightly stroking Ruan Siyi’s knuckles, making the latter’s thoughts start to wander again.

“Then, have you decided which one you want?”

She wasn’t someone who broke promises, and besides, she was also curious about what Ruan Siyi would ultimately choose.

After all, Ruan Ruan was such a uniquely minded person.

“I’ve already decided!” Ruan Siyi, hearing her relent, visibly brightened, only to accidentally let slip a crucial detail in her excitement.

Fu Ru’an quickly caught the key point in her words-

“Already decided?”

“Ruan Ruan.” Fu Ru’an narrowed her eyes slightly, her beautiful peach-blossom eyes appearing even deeper and more enchanting, alluring without her realizing it. “You’ve been plotting this for a while, haven’t you?”

Ruan Siyi embarrassedly tightened her grip on the hem of her shirt with her other hand, until the crisp white fabric was visibly wrinkled and impossible to smooth out.

She would never tell Fu Ru’an that on the very night she told her she could pick a “toy” from the collection, she had tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

So, in the middle of the night, she grabbed a flashlight and sneaked into the storage room, thoroughly rummaging through every single item in those big boxes.

Late at night, yet what she saw made her flush with excitement just thinking about it.

Not only that, Ruan Siyi even listed a few options in her phone’s notes, agonizing over them for a long time before finally settling on her ultimate choice.

She was also very confident that Fu Ru’an would be extremely satisfied with her selection.

Fortunately, Fu Ru’an knew when to stop and didn’t press for more details, letting the matter drop there.

Fu Ru’an looked at her curiously: “So, what is it exactly?”

Ruan Siyi, however, mysteriously shook her head, refusing to say: “You’ll find out when the time comes, sister.”

They had already been intimate for too long today, and if they continued, Fu Ru’an really wouldn’t be able to walk properly tomorrow.

She did understand the importance of moderation and restraint—just a little bit.

Even if she rarely managed to practice it.

Fu Ru’an shrugged indifferently, respecting her secrecy, and picked up the clothes Ruan Siyi had prepared for her from the nearby stool, smoothing them out in front of the mirror.

“Go take a shower first. After that, we’ll go eat.”

After all, she would find out sooner or later—it was something meant for her, anyway.

Hopefully, it would be a pleasant surprise.

The pizzeria downstairs, located near a residential area populated by many celebrities and artists, was known for its excellent privacy.

The owner was a gentle, lovely woman around forty years old, her curly hair elegantly pinned up, wearing a floral apron and colorful star-shaped clip-on earrings.

She once mentioned that she was too afraid of the pain of piercing her ears but adored all kinds of jingling ear accessories, so she hoarded a collection of clip-ons.

When the owner saw the two of them walk in together, she immediately greeted them with a warm smile:

“Xiao Ruan and Xiao Fu are here! The usual, then? A tomato beef brisket cheese risotto and a Musang King durian pizza? The durian we’re using now is even from Xiao Ruan’s endorsement—the quality is truly unmatched.”

Ruan Siyi was just about to say, “No pizza,” but the moment she heard “Mao Shan Wang durian,” that rich, pervasive aroma seemed to invade her brain, making her reluctant to move away and unable to utter those cruel words.

Fu Ru’an saw her looking utterly tempted and made the decision for her: “No durian pizza—”

Under Ruan Siyi’s pained expression, she then leisurely added, “Switch it to durian pie.”

It was smaller in size, just enough to satisfy Ruan Siyi’s craving.

Hearing her words, Ruan Siyi’s eyes brightened even more.

Sister Fu is so good to me, she thought gleefully to herself.

The shop owner, watching their intimate interaction, smiled knowingly, said “Okay,” and led the two to a more private small dining room.

It was peak dining hours, and Ruan Siyi was a little hungry. But since the food hadn’t arrived yet, she could only desperately drown herself in water. Before long, her glass of lemon water was already empty.

For some reason, the lemon water tasted exceptionally sweet and refreshing, with a lingering aftertaste that made her unable to resist drinking glass after glass.

Fu Ru’an was replying to work emails when she suddenly realized that Ruan Siyi, who had been chattering nonstop beside her, had gone quiet. She turned to look and saw Ruan Siyi’s slightly embarrassed expression.

“What’s wrong?” She quietly took off her glasses and tilted her head to ask.

“I… need to use the restroom,” Ruan Siyi pursed her lips. “I drank a bit too much water just now.”

Fu Ru’an thought Ruan Siyi might be best suited for a career as a comedian.

How could someone be this adorable?

“Go ahead,” she nodded, amused.

Ruan Siyi said a quick word to her and immediately dashed out, even leaving her phone behind.

Fu Ru’an wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but Ruan Siyi’s steps seemed a little unsteady.

Maybe she was seeing things—after all, she wasn’t wearing her glasses.

Five minutes later.

The door of the private room was suddenly flung open as Ruan Siyi rushed back in, slamming it shut behind her with a loud thud.

Fu Ru’an looked at her flustered expression in surprise, thoroughly startled by her abrupt return.

“What’s going on…”

Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a cool breeze brush past her. In a flash, the tablecloth was abruptly lifted, and Ruan Siyi nimbly ducked underneath it.

Fu Ru’an: “?”

Was this a ghost? Or was she being chased?

How did things turn out like this just from going to the bathroom?

She lowered her head to look at Ruan Siyi hiding beneath her and saw the girl clutching a corner of the tablecloth, looking up at her with a panicked expression, pressing a finger to her lips in a “shhh” gesture.

Ruan Siyi’s face was flushed, her cheeks radiating heat as she curled into a ball, as if trying to make herself as small as possible.

“Just now, when I went to the bathroom—” she whispered, her voice trembling with nervousness, “I think I ran into my manager. I don’t know if she saw me. Help! If she catches me, I’m dead for sure…”

No sooner had Ruan Siyi finished speaking than a knock sounded at the private room’s door.

Her body visibly shuddered.

A familiar voice came from outside—it was indeed Ruan Siyi’s manager.

“Hello, sorry to disturb you. Is Ruan Siyi here?”

Ruan Siyi was so frightened that she immediately shrank back under the table, the tablecloth falling over her head. She didn’t dare make a sound, her hands trembling as they clutched the hem of Fu Ru’an’s long skirt.

“Come in,” Fu Ru’an replied politely. She watched as the door opened and gave a slight nod in greeting. “She’s not here.”

The manager hadn’t expected to run into the renowned actress Fu Ru’an here and quickly returned the greeting.

“What brings you here today, Sister He?” Fu Ru’an asked casually, tactically pouring more lemon tea into the cup Ruan Siyi had just emptied.

“Oh, I’m meeting a friend here to discuss some matters,” He Jing explained. “Just now in the hallway, I thought I saw our Xiao Ruan, so I came to check if she was here.”

As she spoke, He Jing subtly glanced around the room, confirming that Ruan Siyi was indeed nowhere to be seen.

“You must have mistaken someone else for her, Sister He,” Fu Ru’an said with a smile. She picked up the cup, aligning it with the lipstick mark Ruan Siyi had left behind, and took a sip of the lemon water.

Though He Jing felt she couldn’t have been mistaken, the private room clearly only had Fu Ru’an inside—no sign of Ruan Siyi.

Knowing it would be impolite to linger any longer, she bowed slightly to Fu Ru’an. “Then I won’t disturb your meal any further. I’ll take my leave now.”

Fu Ru’an gave a soft “hmm,” indicating they might meet again another time.

He Jing was about to turn and leave when a server carrying dishes walked in at that very moment. Instantly, she caught the familiar scent of durian wafting from the tray-specifically, from the durian pie on the plate.

She whipped her head around. “You like durian too, Actress Fu?”

Next to it was another dish-tomato, beef, and cheese baked rice, a favorite of Ruan Siyi’s-glossy, tempting, and mouthwatering.

Meanwhile, Ruan Siyi, hiding under the table, was beginning to feel inexplicably lightheaded. Her mind grew foggy, her thoughts sluggish.

In her dazed state, through the veil of the tablecloth, she thought she heard someone mention something delicious. A warm, savory aroma drifted to her nose.

So hungry…

What’s that yummy smell?

I want… a bite.

No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than she acted on it.

He Jing was waiting for Fu Ru’an’s reply when she noticed the actress’s expression suddenly shift. Fu Ru’an’s grip on her glass trembled, the liquid inside swaying and rippling.

Then came a muffled grunt.

The server, who had just finished setting down the dishes, noticed the large bottle of so-called “lemonade” on the table and gasped, drowning out the strange noise.

“Oh no! Who mistakenly served our specialty lemon wine as lemon water?”

She hurriedly apologized to Fu Ru’an.

“Ma’am, I’m so sorry! But this wine has a very low alcohol content, and it doesn’t taste strong at all-many customers even drink it as a beverage. If you’re uncomfortable with it, we’ll replace it with a fresh pitcher of lemon water right away!”

The alcohol content truly wasn’t high. Even Fu Ru’an hadn’t detected any wine flavor.

But the problem was…

Ruan Siyi, who had just drunk the lemon wine, was now acting like a drunkard, burrowing into Fu Ru’an’s long skirt, puckering her lips, and sucking on the inside of her thigh.