The Extravagant Alpha And The Cold Movie Queen’s Fake Act Became Real - Chapter 58

Chapter 58: Sister Fu, This One Looks Much Better.

The call was abruptly hung up.

Before He Jing could even process what Ruan Siyi had just said, her phone emitted a series of “beep—beep—beep—” busy tones.

She stared blankly at the ended call screen.

What “qipao”?

Weren’t they just discussing endorsements for sportswear brands?

How did cheongsams even come into the conversation?

She must have misheard.

He Jing shrugged in bewilderment. Probably, quarreling couples were just like this—unpredictable and moody.

Oh well, she could respect that.

Meanwhile, back in the private room, Fu Ru’an was feeling a headache coming on.

She silently observed Ruan Siyi, whose cheeks were flushed and who was clearly drunk, utterly baffled as to how a drink with almost no detectable alcohol content could reduce Ruan Siyi to such a state.

Seeing that Ruan Siyi was about to start babbling nonsense again, she didn’t even bother to put on disposable gloves this time. Instead, she grabbed a durian pastry from the plate and unceremoniously stuffed it into Ruan Siyi’s open mouth.

Ruan Siyi, caught off guard, widened her eyes in shock at Fu Ru’an. But after taking the first bite, her lashes curved into delighted crescents.

“Mm… so good…” Ruan Siyi mumbled with her mouth full, her words barely intelligible.

“Good, glad you like it.”

Fu Ru’an let out a long sigh of relief.

No matter what, as long as there’s something to shut her mouth, it’ll do.

It’s also my fault for never having tested Ruan Siyi’s alcohol tolerance before.

Well, now there’s no need for a test.

Ruan Siyi gets drunk from just a sip of alcohol.

“Mmm…” Unaware that Fu Ru’an had already mentally criticized her ten thousand times, Ruan Siyi continued to blurt out shocking remarks, “This pie tastes really good with the coconut water from earlier!”

Coconut water?

What coconut water?

Fu Ru’an instinctively frowned.

Aside from that glass of lemon wine, what else had Ruan Siyi drunk?

It took her a while to realize what Ruan Siyi was referring to.

Fu Ru’an’s fingers tightened around the other pie, and with a soft crack, the sweet and fragrant durian pie snapped in two under her pale fingers, crumbling into powdery pieces.

For some inexplicable reason, Ruan Siyi felt a chill run down the back of her neck, as though those hands weren’t just crushing the pie but also her precious neck.

After the meal, Fu Ru’an half-dragged, half-pulled her out of the restaurant.

“Sorry for the trouble. Please put the bill on my account.”

Before leaving, Fu Ru’an politely bid farewell to the owner.

“No, no need,” the owner quickly shook her head.

Earlier, the waiter had already informed her about mistakenly serving the guest lemon wine instead of lemon water. Seeing Ruan Siyi in this state, she understood everything.

“It was our mistake today. We’re grateful you’re not making an issue of it. Please let this meal be on the house.”

Seeing the guilt on the owner’s face, Fu Ru’an finally nodded and said, “Thank you.”

Some things shouldn’t be refused outright.

Sometimes, accepting graciously puts others at ease.

By the time the two stepped outside, the waiter happened to poke their head out, looking puzzled at the departing figures.

“That’s strange. Wasn’t there only one person in the private room? Where did the other one come from…”

As Fu Ru’an passed by the pharmacy, she picked up a box of hangover medicine on her way back. She helped the unsteady Ruan Siyi into a chair and made her take a pill. Only then did Ruan Siyi finally settle down.

Bored, Fu Ru’an leaned against the other side of the sofa and began poking Ruan Siyi’s straight nose bridge—up and down, down and up—until Ruan Siyi let out a disgruntled whimper and grabbed the hand that was wreaking havoc on her face.

“What’re you doing…?” she mumbled unhappily. “Wanna drink…”

Fu Ru’an handed her a glass of water.

The temperature was just right—warm enough to be soothing.

But after just one sip, Ruan Siyi set the cup down again.

“Want that… sweet-tasting water.”

You little rascal!

Fu Ru’an was inwardly exasperated, though her expression remained unchanged. She pulled her finger free from Ruan Siyi’s grasp and stubbornly resumed poking her jelly-like cheek, as if trying to poke a dimple into existence.

“Ruan Ruan, let me ask you something,” she murmured softly, like a witch weaving a spell. “That day… what did Fu Yunxi say to you?”

Ruan Siyi’s mind was still foggy from the alcohol, and under Fu Ru’an’s questioning, she spilled everything without hesitation.

“Auntie Fu? She said… your mom hid her family’s medical history before marrying her. The Shen family has a history of this kind of mental illness.”

Fu Ru’an was taken aback.

She had assumed her mother’s conversation with Ruan Siyi would be the usual—another attempt to oppose their relationship.

But instead, it was about this. It left her genuinely surprised.

“Have you ever met your grandma? Your mom’s mother,” Ruan Siyi gestured vaguely, but her hands just flailed clumsily in the air, making her look rather silly in her drunken state. “She had BPD too.”

“This illness has a genetic component, but the Shen family kept it hidden before.”

Fu Ru’an’s expression turned serious.

These were things Fu Yunxi had never mentioned to her.

Every time she visited the Shen family, the elders would explain that her grandmother was in poor health and needed quiet rest, which was why she lived in a nursing home. They also never allowed her to visit.

Just how much more was she unaware of?

“What else is there?”

Fu Ru’an pressed further.

Ruan Siyi swayed her head, deep in thought.

After a pause, a sudden idea seemed to strike her.

“Oh, Auntie Fu also gave me one of your old diaries, but it has a lock on it.”

At this, her expression instantly twisted into a frown, as if deeply troubled.

“I haven’t figured out the password yet.”

A diary?

Fu Ru’an tried to ask where the item was kept, but Ruan Siyi refused to say any more, so she had no choice but to drop the matter.

By the time Ruan Siyi had completely sobered up, it was already evening.

Outside the window, the city was ablaze with lights. The towering buildings, adorned with flashing LED signs, and the endless stream of cars on the overpass looked like a river of stars, as if the Milky Way had descended upon the human world.

She collapsed onto the sofa, lifting a hand to rub her forehead, feeling a throbbing headache and a dizzy, foggy sensation.

Had she… gotten drunk?

Why did her head feel so heavy?

But she hadn’t even touched any alcohol.

She struggled to recall what had just happened, but her memory was fragmented, with only a few blurry scenes surfacing. Slowly, she got up from the sofa and tiptoed toward the bedroom.

Inside the bedroom, Fu Ru’an had just settled onto the bed, a face mask covering her features. Her face was small, and the mask extended beyond its edges, leaving only her striking peach-blossom eyes visible.

Ruan Siyi hesitated outside the door, not daring to enter.

It wasn’t until Fu Ru’an’s voice sounded from inside the room—

“Come in.”

—that Ruan Siyi cautiously stepped forward and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Um…” Ruan Siyi’s heart was uneasy, and her words came out stammering, “I… I didn’t do anything too outrageous, did I?”

Fu Ru’an looked at her with an amused yet inscrutable expression. “What do you think?”

Ruan Siyi: “!”

Oh no.

When Sister Fu started talking like this, it usually meant she had indeed done something truly extraordinary.

Seeing her fall silent, Fu Ru’an lifted her gaze and asked, “How much do you still remember?”

“Just… bits and pieces.” Ruan Siyi replied nervously.

The lighting in the room wasn’t very bright, accentuating the depth of Fu Ru’an’s features. Even through the face mask, the curve of her brow bone was faintly visible, outlining a striking profile.

“I remember something about…” Ruan Siyi’s voice gradually trailed off, speeding up toward the end as if she, too, found it embarrassing, “a… a high-slit, lace-up qipao…”

Fu Ru’an: “…………”

Seeing her expression—somewhere between speechless and exasperated—Ruan Siyi pursed her lips and subtly leaned closer, whispering, “So it’s true? I really said that?”

Well, drunk-her wasn’t so bad after all. At least she knew how to secure some benefits for herself.

“But do you know when you said this, Ruan Ruan?”

Fu Ru’an smiled as she asked.

Meeting Ruan Siyi’s clueless gaze, she slowly parted her lips and mercilessly delivered the rest:

“It was while you were on the phone with your manager.”

Ruan Siyi’s pupils instantly dilated in horror.

Not stopping there, Fu Ru’an continued, “Do you remember drinking something else afterward?”

Ruan Siyi nodded numbly; she had some impression of that.

“That wasn’t coconut water.” Fu Ru’an’s hand slid up to her neck, pulling her close in one swift motion, her lips brushing against Ruan Siyi’s ear.

Though the pose was undeniably intimate, Ruan Siyi felt nothing but icy coldness in her heart, as if frozen in nine feet of glacial ice—and Sister Fu’s words were just as merciless.

“The whole way back, I was sticky and wet underneath.”

“With every step, it felt like I was dripping.”

Watching Ruan Siyi’s face gradually flush with embarrassment, Fu Ru’an thought to herself that this version of Ruan Ruan was far more adorable and amusing.

She pushed Ruan Siyi away, got out of bed, removed her face mask, and went to wash her face.

As an actress, Fu Ru’an was always meticulous about skincare, especially after just using a mask. Her bare face was tender and dewy, making Ruan Siyi’s heart pound wildly.

Only after finishing all this did she lazily climb back into bed, crooking a finger to beckon Ruan Siyi closer.

Ruan Siyi shuffled over.

Fu Ru’an tapped her pocket, signaling for her to take out her phone, unlock it, and open the shopping app.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to see?” She glanced at the various styles of qipao in that mysterious shop and spoke unhurriedly, “Do you prefer this short backless one, or this longer one with the sides completely tied together with ribbons?”

Ruan Siyi’s eyes lit up.

She had thought Fu Ru’an would scold her harshly, but instead, she was asking her to pick one together…

Did that mean she was going to wear it for her? Was she asking for her opinion?

Just the thought alone made her pulse quicken with excitement.

Looking at the two options Fu Ru’an had pointed to at the top, Ruan Siyi shook her head.

Then, with practiced ease, her fingertip slid down the screen and paused at one particular item.

Fu Ru’an only needed one glance before her ears instantly burned bright red.

Ruan Siyi’s honey-brown eyes glistened as she gazed at her: “Sister Fu, this one is the prettiest.”