The Scumbag Alpha is Courting Death Again - Chapter 54

Chapter 54: Mango Parfait: Why Does My Wife Always Love to Tease Me?

Feeling the moist heat on her lips, Ming Xi opened her eyes. The alcohol-tinged breath stimulated her nerves. Her sluggish attempt to push away looked like she was playing hard to get.

Xia Jinzhao kissed the corner of her mouth repeatedly, and as her interest peaked, the kisses deepened. Their tongues entangled, and the grip on her shoulder tightened slightly.

Her back pressed against the edge of the counter, and her rising body temperature dissipated, evaporating the abundant rationality she possessed during the day. Ming Xi wrapped her arms around Xia Jinzhao’s waist, and the soreness from the hard object digging into her was relieved.

Maintaining the upward tilt of her neck for a long time, Xia Jinzhao looked up. The overhead light was dazzlingly bright, and her hidden thoughts had nowhere to hide, causing a moment of panicked distraction.

When the kiss ended, the two separated, their noses glistening with sweat, breathing heavily. Ming Xi mumbled something, then buried herself in Xia Jinzhao’s arms, refusing to come out.

“What’s wrong…” Xia Jinzhao was engrossed in the kiss but was interrupted by this sudden change. After her interest waned, she no longer forced Ming Xi, but instead helped her to the sofa. She then knelt beside the carpet, scrutinizing Ming Xi’s face.

The lingering numbness at the corner of her mouth served as a constant reminder of her humiliating and inappropriate behavior just now. If Ming Xi woke up tomorrow, would she remember what happened tonight?

What if she does? Her interest in the person in front of her was not strong enough to bother with explanations.

Thinking of this, Xia Jinzhao stood up. As the bedroom door slowly closed, the faint light was completely extinguished in the deep night.

Ming Xi had a very long dream. She dreamed of the original body sitting in prison with a ferocious face, cursing Xia Jinzhao with all the venomous words she could find. She also dreamed of Song Yu offering a bouquet of flowers to Xia Jinzhao. The latter accepted them, her gaze flickering, eventually settling on herself.

Oh, right, Xia Jinzhao also secretly kissed her.

OMG. If this were made into a movie, it would probably be a thriller comparable to a killer comic.

She woke up in a cold sweat, sitting up. The blanket draped over her waist slid to the floor. The sunlight was perfect, illuminating the room with the scent of baked bread. The silent air conditioner made her feel hot and sweaty.

Her back of the head felt as if it had been hit hard. The dull pain wiped away her memory. Ming Xi thought about how she got home while reaching for her phone.

Wen Can: “Send me a message when you get home safely, okay?”

Wen Can: “[Missed Call]”

Wen Can: “Asleep?”

Fearing that the other person was worried about her, Ming Xi quickly replied.

Ming Xi: “I was too tired yesterday. I collapsed and fell asleep as soon as I got back [Embarrassed]”

Wen Can: “Did you have fun? Let’s get together again next time [Grinning Face]”

One time was enough to drain four or five tenths of her energy, let alone next time. Ming Xi put down her phone, feeling like her throat was on fire. She fumbled for her slippers and went to the kitchen for water. She was unfamiliar with the new house. After searching for a long time, she didn’t see a water dispenser but noticed a cup of plain milk on the counter. She held the cup wall, it was cold.

Fragmented memories flashed through her mind. Whenever she tried to recall them, her temples would throb. However, Ming Xi could guess that Xia Jinzhao must have opened the door for her last night.

It’s over. She knew she had sneaked out to drink at night. Will she kick her out?

After drinking a glass of warm water, her stomach still churned uncomfortably. She rushed to the bathroom, pushed open the door, and met the gaze of Xia Jinzhao, who was looking in the mirror.

Their eyes met, and the atmosphere was awkward. Ever since she dreamed of hugging and kissing Xia Jinzhao, Ming Xi hadn’t dared to interact normally with the person in front of her.

Xia Jinzhao was wearing satin pajamas. The open deep V-neck outlined the vague contours of her chest, and the hem of the clothes barely covered her upper thighs.

“Why are you here?” Ming Xi forced herself to speak, breaking the silence. With Xia Jinzhao’s unpredictable schedule, shouldn’t she be on set or rushing to an announcement at this time? Although the two lived together before, they rarely met due to their staggered schedules.

Hearing this, Xia Jinzhao raised an eyebrow, turned around, and continued applying lotion: “This is my home.”

“I was just,” Ming Xi tried to cover up, “expressing my surprise that you’re not at work.”

With a light chuckle, Xia Jinzhao put the bottle back on the shelf and brought up last night’s events.

“If you can sneak out to drink, why would I have the leisure to go out and work?”

The tone was very flat, making one wonder if there was truly a hint of complaint. Ming Xi’s heart sank. Sure enough, what must come cannot be avoided.

She shuffled to the doorway, cautiously explaining: “I just, my colleague invited me to a party, and I drank a little wine when the mood struck…”

As she spoke, her voice became smaller and smaller due to guilt, until Xia Jinzhao walked up and raised her hand to press on her right shoulder.

“Drank a little wine? Then how do you explain this hickey…”

Ming Xi:!

“Impossible!” She quickly squeezed past Xia Jinzhao, standing in front of the sink to inspect. Sure enough, a purplish-blue mark remained on her neck, so ambiguously forceful that she could imagine the intensity of the scene at the time.

She was shocked, dumbfounded, and speechless for a long time. The woman beside her looked interested, which in her eyes now seemed like the calm before a storm. Xia Jinzhao would tolerate no nonsense. Ming Xi was afraid that she would misunderstand that she was cheating, so she quickly explained: “Mosquitoes! It must be mosquitoes!”

Putting aside the question of where a mosquito would come from in the middle of winter, the mere fact that she came home drunk with a suspicious hickey was enough to make her explanation unconvincing.

“Good reason.” Xia Jinzhao clapped her hands perfunctorily, then took a scent blocker patch from the cabinet, skillfully tearing open the packaging, lifting the hair behind her neck, and sticking it onto the scent gland.

The hazy, cold scent gradually dissipated. A new force was injected into the bone marrow that had been stimulated to numbness, instantly restoring all of Ming Xi’s wits. She vowed: “I really didn’t fool around outside.”

With that, she put three fingers together, striking a pose as if she wasn’t afraid of being struck by lightning.

Xia Jinzhao quirked her lips: “Why are you panicking? I didn’t say I don’t believe you.” She considerately picked up another one and handed it to Ming Xi. The latter took it while cautiously observing her expression. Just as she was about to peel off the backing paper, a light remark floated into her ear.

“Actually, I was the one who kissed you.”

“…” Xia Jinzhao, I really don’t have time to play games with you.

“Anyway, thank you for opening the door for me last night,” Ming Xi awkwardly applied the patch, solemnly thanking her.

The rushing water created foam. She cupped a handful, ready to wash up, only to find Xia Jinzhao standing still. She tentatively asked: “Um… is there anything else?”

“How much do you remember about last night?”

“Pretty… well? I know Wen Can kept urging me to drink, and I chatted with Sister Lu for a while.”

“Song Yu?”

Mentioning this dangerously explosive name, Ming Xi’s nerves tightened, like a long-eared rabbit being held by the neck. She finally understood. Most of her quarrels with Xia Jinzhao were about this person.

“Why are you bringing her up suddenly?” Fearing that the ancestral figure would suddenly flare up, she wanted to change the subject.

Xia Jinzhao frowned, then her brow smoothed out. She was in a good mood: “Nothing.” With that, she held the doorknob, ready to leave.

In fact, Ming Xi’s memory of last night was indeed hazy, as if she had a surreal dream. She wasn’t clear on the fragmented details when she woke up, only remembering how she felt when she ran out.

Seeing her about to leave, she suddenly remembered something and quickly called out: “Wait, I have something to tell you.”

Xia Jinzhao stopped and looked back at her. Seeing this, Ming Xi felt uncertain, worried that what she was about to say would be filtered out by the other person as drunken nonsense.

“I have a friend who wants to talk to you about something.” Ming Xi had promised Zhen Wenjing before but was delayed by a series of events. She finally caught a moment. “It’s, well, hard to explain in a few words. I’ll send you her contact card. She can tell you?”

“Did your business expand? Did you change your profession to pimping?” Xia Jinzhao raised an eyebrow. She turned around. Even though she wasn’t interested in the topic, she was willing to humor Ming Xi.

Hearing this, Ming Xi knew the other person had misunderstood her and her face flushed: “She has serious business with you.”

“There are many people who say they have serious business every day. Do I have to give contact information to every one of them?”

“She’s from a studio and said she wants to cooperate with you,” Ming Xi described vaguely. Zhen Wenjing’s identity as a paparazzi was not glorious, and most artists disliked them, especially someone like Xia Jinzhao, who had strong boundaries.

But the other party probably guessed, and her expression cooled slightly: “Paparazzi?”

Ming Xi was embarrassed: “Actually, the last time a stalker followed me, she helped me—”

Before she could finish, she was interrupted: “Does she want to take photos to threaten me?”

“I don’t think I have any compromising dirt that people can use against me.”

“That’s true…” Ming Xi didn’t know how to explain. She suddenly thought of the news she had read, and her heart clenched as if it were being squeezed. It was said that authors loved to give their characters tragic childhoods. She didn’t feel it when she read the book before, but now that Xia Jinzhao was standing in front of her, the shadows of the past easily evoked her sense of sorrow. Especially since the other party had been kidnapped.

Perhaps the pity in Ming Xi’s eyes was too obvious, causing Xia Jinzhao to feel inexplicably annoyed: “Are you pitying me?”

“That person told me a bit about your childhood.”

Xia Jinzhao sneered: “Do I need your sympathy?”

Her voice, made hoarse by the strain, sounded deep, adding to the gloomy atmosphere. Ming Xi twisted her fingers, at a loss. In the end, she just mumbled: “I’m sorry.”

A long silence was followed by a sigh. A hand rested on her head, awkwardly rubbing twice.

“Forget it. Send her to my manager.”