The Extravagant Alpha And The Cold Movie Queen’s Fake Act Became Real - Chapter 57

Chapter 57

Fu Ru’an: “?!”

She shook her head, barely managing to decline the waiter with a strained voice: “N…no need.”

Fu Ru’an’s sensitive spot had always been particularly responsive, and her body was already quite familiar with Ruan Siyi’s touches and licks.

The result was that before she could even process what was happening, beneath the table and under her skirt, that spot of hers began to uncontrollably seep moisture, dripping right onto Ruan Siyi’s lips.

Ruan Siyi suddenly felt a warm, sticky droplet land on her lips. Her mind was still foggy from the alcohol, and in her dazed state, she instinctively stuck out her tongue—like a swift predator on the savannah—quickly lapping up that drop of nectar.

It was a unique taste, yet it also carried a sense of familiarity.

As if she had once gulped it down voraciously before.

Would licking it once make more come out?

Ruan Siyi pondered seriously.

Just moments ago, her lips had brushed against something like coconut flesh, and then the cracked opening of the coconut began to gush out delicious, fresh juice.

Having downed several glasses of limoncello earlier, the mere thought of it inexplicably made her mouth dry again.

Perhaps it wasn’t that she was truly thirsty, but rather…

The juice from before had been too irresistibly delicious.

Even just a fleeting taste had plunged her into its myriad of intoxicating flavors.

Seeing that the customer had indicated she wouldn’t pursue the matter further, the waiter finally let out a relieved sigh. Carefully holding the empty tray, she stepped out: “Please enjoy your meal.”

Before leaving, she glanced at He Jing, who was still in the private room, and quietly closed the door behind her.

Enjoy?

Enjoy what?

Ruan Siyi’s dog ears perked up inopportunely at this moment, catching the keyword with uncanny sharpness.

Was this an invitation—telling her she could indulge to her heart’s content?

Ruan Siyi’s heart stirred.

Then she won’t hold back.

Before Fu Ru’an could react, she felt Ruan Siyi’s tongue press forward-wet, scorching, and fiercely colliding with the coconut’s snow-white, tender flesh, soft as jelly. The vivid contrast of red against white was so intense that even with her eyes closed, she could imagine the stimulating clash of colors. To make matters worse, Ruan Siyi was currently out of her senses, her mind undoubtedly filled with chaotic, indecent thoughts. Her usual restraint was gone, replaced by an utterly uncoordinated assault, as if she were desperately trying to squeeze out every last drop of juice, sucking and licking without any finesse.

Her body went weak, collapsing uncontrollably backward until her spine hit the hard back of the chair with a dull thud. The chair itself slid back slightly, scraping against the floor with a sharp, drawn-out screech.

But in the eyes of Ruan Siyi’s manager, He Jing, the scene was entirely different.

Given Fu Ru’an’s impeccable reputation—having never been involved in even a hint of scandal since her debut—He Jing didn’t even consider anything inappropriate.

In her eyes—

The usually aloof actress now looked even colder, her sharp gaze like hidden blades, a glint of silver flashing in her obsidian-dark pupils. Her lips were pressed into a tight line, as though she were barely restraining her outward emotions.

She seemed utterly impatient with what she clearly deemed a foolish question.

The chair screeched as she shoved it back, the grating sound like a thrown dagger spinning straight into He Jing’s ears.

Even the actress’s voice was different from usual, her tone rising slightly with irritation.

“After spending so much time with Ruan Ruan, is it so strange that my tastes have started to align with hers?”

Before she could even finish speaking, her words were cut short.

Ruan Siyi…

What on earth was she doing?

Her tongue had been so soft when they were kissing, but now, in this different context, the muscles in Ruan Siyi’s tongue seemed to flex all at once—long, dexterous, and relentless in its movements, effortlessly stirring up a flood of sensation.

And this time—

Compared to before, Ruan Siyi seemed a little more domineering, even sucking and licking greedily, as if determined to extract every last drop of sweet coconut juice for her own satisfaction.

Fu Ru’an had no choice but to let Ruan Siyi drag her thoughts along while also splitting her focus to deal with her manager’s questioning.

This was absolute madness.

Either task alone would have been manageable, but combined, they doubled the stimulation, electrifying every last nerve in her body. Her spine tensed just like those nerves, taut as a drawn bowstring.

The constant risk of exposure, the secrecy of it all-in the past, she wouldn’t have dared entertain such thoughts.

At her most daring, she had only ever teased Ruan Siyi over the phone, with whispered words and distant touches.

But now, the tables have turned.

The one enduring this pressure in public had become her.

In front of others, separated only by a thin, opaque tablecloth.

She was being licked—by Ruan Siyi.

And she couldn’t even stop it, because there was no reasoning with a drunk person.

At this thought, her expression darkened even further as she struggled to suppress the fragmented sounds threatening to escape her throat.

He Jing, however, was startled by her sudden reaction and flinched, hurriedly waving her hands.

“N-no problem at all! That’s completely reasonable!!”

Her heart was in chaos.

Agent He was on the verge of tears but truly couldn’t figure out which of her words had been so wrong as to provoke the usually aloof Actress Fu to this level of anger.

No matter how much she racked her brain, she couldn’t understand. When they had communicated via text—including when she had asked Fu Ru’an to help supervise Ruan Siyi’s diet—Fu Ru’an’s attitude had been the standard, lukewarm professional relationship, perhaps even carrying a hint of goodwill by extension.

But today…

Had she come at the wrong time?

Actress Fu was dining alone.

The person who always refused toasts at banquets hadn’t rejected the mistakenly served lemon wine this time.

And then—there was her strange attitude toward He Jing, Ruan Siyi’s agent.

In her mind, He Jing had already conjured up a dramatic lovers’ quarrel.

And she was the innocent, unfortunate fish caught in the crossfire.

Her body trembled violently again.

“Actress Fu, please enjoy your meal. I won’t disturb you any further!”

He Jing immediately bowed, her retreating figure radiating sheer panic.

Before leaving, she even blurted out a baffling remark.

“I understand. It’s all… Ruan Siyi’s fault. I’ll go back and give her a good scolding.”

“She’s still young and acts a bit recklessly and impulsively sometimes.”

Finally, just before closing the door, the expression Fu Ru’an saw on He Jing’s face was one of constipated hesitation.

Fu Ru’an: “…………?”

As the private room door was once again slammed shut, He Jing’s fleeing steps even carried a hint of panic, leaving Fu Ru’an utterly bewildered.

Had she… noticed something from those last words?

Frowning, Fu Ru’an picked up her glass again and took a sip of lemon wine.

The next second, her body, which had just relaxed, instantly stiffened once more.

Ruan Siyi’s hands forcefully pried apart the legs that had been clamping her head in place. The tips of Fu Ru’an’s toes tensed nervously, arching into a taut line. The Alpha’s hair, cooler than her body temperature, clung damply with summer sweat, strands of it brushing against the skin between her thighs.

She could feel Ruan Siyi’s breath clearly -each inhale and exhale drawing in the air around that sensitive area, sending waves of tingling pleasure through her entire body. Then, even more voracious sucking replaced the fierce thrusting.

This method left Fu Ru’an even more overwhelmed. All she could sense was Ruan Siyi’s lips pressed tightly against her, the occasional flick and prod of her tongue making it impossible to anticipate anything. Every drop that spilled out was greedily swallowed by Ruan Siyi, gulped down in large mouthfuls. Yet when Fu Ru’an looked down, all she saw was the tablecloth, concealing the debauchery beneath.

This was utterly absurd.

Fu Ru’an’s heartbeat was completely out of control. Thankfully, this restaurant, considering its frequent celebrity clientele, hadn’t installed surveillance in private rooms.

But in a place where someone could walk in at any moment, she couldn’t suppress her nerves.

In the end, Ruan Siyi was kicked out from under the table by a flushed Fu Ru’an.

Emerging from beneath the table, the Alpha’s expression remained dazed and muddled, her cheeks tinged with drunkenness, a silvery strand still glistening at the corner of her lips-evidence of the madness that had just unfolded.

Fu Ru’an hurriedly grabbed a napkin to wipe her face, but her fingers were suddenly seized and slipped into Ruan Siyi’s mouth, sucked on for a moment before being spat back out in disappointment.

“It won’t produce water here,” she pouted, clearly dissatisfied.

Whose fingers can produce water, anyway?

Drunkard Ruan Ruan.

Fu Ru’an rapped her knuckles against Ruan Siyi’s head and handed her the cutlery.

“Stop messing around. Eat your food.”

She hadn’t forgotten Ruan Siyi’s terrifying “feat” and silently moved the lemon wine far away from her.

Before Ruan Siyi could take more than a few bites, her phone rang again.

A glance showed it was He Jing calling.

Fu Ru’an didn’t have time to stop her, but the drunken Ruan Siyi was surprisingly quick and agile, swiftly tapping the answer button.

“Hello? Xiao Ruan?”

The voice of Agent He came through the phone line.

“I’m here.”

The automated Xiao Ruan went online.

Fu Ru’an held her head in frustration.

“Xiao Ruan, there’s nothing between wives that can’t be resolved. Sometimes, all it takes is for one side to take the first step back for the relationship to last.”

Ruan Siyi: “Mhm, mhm. Is there anything I can help you with?”

Fu Ru’an: “……..”

What a complete communication breakdown.

“Here’s the thing,” He Jing on the other end of the line calmly offered advice. “After discussing with Fu Ru’an’s agent, we’re considering getting you two a couples’ endorsement. It’s for a sports brand planning to launch a couples’ series, and they approached us to ask if you’d be interested in endorsing it.”

“I think this could be a good opportunity to reconcile.”

Ruan Siyi nodded blankly as before: “Oh, oh.”

He Jing on the other end fell silent for a moment.

“You know, that brand is quite famous—it’s called Laurel.”

The name sounded somewhat familiar to Ruan Siyi.

It rang a bell.

Fu Ru’an quietly reminded her in her ear: “That time before, the black lace underwear with rhinestones was from a sub-brand of the same company.”

Ruan Siyi suddenly let out a surprised sound.

“So it’s the one that recently released that high-slit qipao with lace-up ties… mmmph—”

Fu Ru’an abruptly covered her mouth.