To Sink Into You - Chapter 17

At noon on August 19th, Wen Yuxi received a call from Liu Yeyin.

“What’s up?” Wen Yuxi asked.

“Chu Han’s birthday is tomorrow,” Liu Yeyin replied. “She’s having a party at your wife’s hotel. Are you coming?”

Chu Han was a mutual friend of Wen Yuxi and Liu Yeyin, their connection stemming from family ties. Though not particularly close, they maintained the necessary social niceties.

“Sure, why not?” Wen Yuxi said casually. “I don’t have anything else planned.”

“Nothing else planned?” Liu Yeyin teased. “Not spending time with your darling wife?”

“Funny you should ask,” Wen Yuxi replied lazily. “My darling wife has a dinner engagement tomorrow night. So, your Majesty has some free time to grace her loyal subjects with her presence.”

Liu Yeyin clicked her tongue in exasperation. “Does your darling wife know you act like this?”

Wen Yuxi adopted a high-pitched, affected voice. “But I’m such a sweet, clingy little kitten when I’m with her!”

Liu Yeyin couldn’t stand it. Shaking off the goosebumps, she hung up abruptly.

The following evening, the two met at the entrance of Mingwei International Hotel.

The hotel was a comprehensive complex, integrating business, accommodation, dining, and entertainment, resulting in a high volume of foot traffic. They took the elevator to the fourth floor, pushed open the door to private room 4001, and stepped inside.

The private room held about a dozen people, all wealthy and influential young elites from the Imperial Capital. Some were smoking, others drinking, and a few were playing cards. Soft classical music was drowned out by the boisterous chatter, grating on Wen Yuxi’s ears.

“Xixi, Yinyin, you’re here!”

Chu Han fluttered over like a butterfly, her cheeks flushed and eyes glazed from drinking. “Babes, come join us! We’re having fun, and my brother’s here too.”

“Who cares about your brother?” Liu Yeyin teased with a smile. “Xixi’s already married. Give up on playing matchmaker.”

Chu Han’s brother, Chu Chen, was an A-Class Alpha who had relentlessly pursued Wen Yuxi for three years. No matter how many times she rejected him, he remained undeterred, stubbornly clinging to his infatuation.

Seeing Wen Yuxi, Chu Chen immediately rose and approached her with a smile. “Yuxi, you’re here.”

Wen Yuxi shot him a sidelong glance, her expression ambiguous. “Yeah, my wife’s not home today, so I thought I’d come out and play.”

The smile on Chu Chen’s face froze, his pupils dilating in shock. “But you two are in an arranged marriage!” he exclaimed, his voice filled with indignation. “How can she control you so strictly? It’s so disrespectful!”

Wen Yuxi: “……”

Liu Yeyin: “……”

Who taught you to interpret things that way?

Chu Han was completely drunk, oblivious to her surroundings, giggling foolishly. “Don’t just stand there chatting! Sit down, sit down, let’s have some fun!”

The four of them settled into their seats. Liu Yeyin swiftly claimed the spot next to Wen Yuxi, effectively separating her from Chu Chen.

Wen Yuxi winked at her and whispered, “Thanks.”

Liu Yeyin raised an eyebrow. “You’re welcome.”

“Wen Xiaoqi, Liu Wuer, you’re late!”

The speaker was Qian Lang, the second young master of the Qian Group and a C-Class Alpha. He was a notorious playboy with no real skills, but his family’s immense power rivaled the Wen Family’s, forcing others to treat him with exaggerated respect.

“Exactly! The two ladies can’t get away with this. They owe us three rounds as punishment!” Chu Jiang chimed in, Qian Lang’s lackey and the illegitimate son of the chairman of Chu Entertainment. A dark mole dotted the corner of his right mouth.

Wen Yuxi didn’t even bother looking up, ignoring them completely.

A flicker of resentment flashed in Qian Lang’s narrow eyes as he wrapped an arm around the waist of the male Omega beside him. “Come on, Chu Jiang,” he sneered. “She’s Ming Zong’s wife now. Who would dare make her drink?”

At the recent wedding, all the major families in the circle were present. Everyone in the private room knew perfectly well that Wen Yuxi had married Ming Qian in place of Wen Qingcheng. Qian Lang was mocking her for transforming from a “ugly duckling” into a “phoenix.”

Although Wen Yuxi was a direct descendant of the Wen Family, she was completely disregarded by the family head, receiving even worse treatment than the illegitimate children of other prominent families—a well-known fact within their social circle.

How could such an Omega have married the heiress of Mingwei Group? Any intelligent person could deduce that either she had schemed her way into the marriage, or President Ming simply didn’t care and had married her as a mere ornament.

Chu Jiang let out an exaggerated “Aiyo!” and, with a fawning smile, chimed in, “Exactly! Look at my big mouth. Sister Xiaoqi, please don’t take it personally, and don’t report me to President Ming!”

Liu Yeyin’s temper flared. “What’s wrong with you two? If you can’t speak properly, then shut up!”

Seeing the tense atmosphere, Chu Chen quickly intervened. “Alright, Brother Lang, Yinyin, today’s my sister’s birthday. Let’s show some respect and talk about something cheerful.”

Qian Lang leaned back against the sofa, his tongue pressing against his cheek, and grinned lazily. “Fine, let’s talk about cheerful things. It’s Hanhan’s birthday, after all. Come on, everyone, drink up!”

As he spoke, Qian Lang pushed the male Omega in his arms to his feet and kicked him hard in the rear, ordering him like a slave, “Go pour wine for Miss Wen and Miss Liu!”

The guests, all familiar with Qian Lang’s eccentric and spoiled nature, continued their conversations and games as usual, paying no attention to the male Omega.

Wen Yuxi and Liu Yeyin frowned in unison.

The kick sent the male Omega staggering, nearly falling, but his expression remained placid as he diligently poured wine for the two women, smiling and saying, “Please enjoy, ladies.”

“Thank you,” they replied.

“Come on, let’s toast to Hanhan’s birthday!” Qian Lang raised his glass with a wicked grin. “And to Mrs. Ming’s newlywed bliss!”

Wen Yuxi continued to ignore him. Out of respect for Chu Han’s birthday, she clinked glasses with the others and took a small sip of red wine.

Qian Lang burst into laughter. “Oh, Mrs. Ming, only a sip? President Ming must be keeping you on a tight leash!”

Instead of getting angry, Wen Yuxi smiled. “Qian Lang, is your Heat Period coming? Why are you talking so much?”

The moment she spoke, the faces of everyone present paled.

Everyone knew that the words “Heat Period” were strictly forbidden in Qian Lang’s presence.

Years ago, an accident during his differentiation had resulted in a malformed gland. As an Alpha, he couldn’t mark Omegas, had no Heat Period, and his pheromones were pitifully weak, barely meeting the C-Class threshold. In reality, he was little different from a Beta.

Therefore, Wen Yuxi’s casual remark was like pouring salt into an open wound, completely enraging Qian Lang. He slammed his wine glass onto the floor, leaped to his feet, and grinned menacingly. “Wen Yuxi, dare you say that again?!”

The shattering glass was deafening, and wine splashed all over Chu Han, instantly sobering her up. She stared blankly at the scene, bewildered by what was happening.

Chu Chen scrambled to his feet, trying to mediate. “Brother Lang, Brother Lang, let it go. Do it for my sake.”

“For your sake?” Qian Lang grabbed Chu Chen by the collar, laughing mockingly. “Chu Chen, why are you being so pathetic? Ask Mrs. Ming, who’s climbed the social ladder, if she’d give a damn about your ‘sake’!”

Chu Chen clenched his fists, veins bulging on the backs of his hands, and gritted his teeth, forcing himself to endure. “Brother Lang, you’ve had too much to drink.”

“Qian Lang, what the hell is wrong with you?” Liu Yeyin snapped, her patience exhausted. “Xixi merely rejected your confession. Do you really hold a grudge to this day? Why ruin Hanhan’s birthday party?”

“Who the hell is looking for trouble?” Qian Lang’s eyes burned crimson as he pointed at Wen Yuxi. “Ask her! Who’s the one causing problems here?”

Realizing the gravity of the situation, Chu Han quietly slipped out to call security.

Liu Yeyin scoffed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “If you hadn’t been acting like a passive-aggressive jerk all night, would Xixi have said anything?”

“Yinyin, stop,” Chu Chen pleaded, a hint of desperation in his usually refined expression. “Everyone, let’s call it a night. We’ve all had too much to drink.”

With tensions this high, no one dared to linger for the drama. The guests rose one by one, forming small groups as they filed out of the private room.

Liu Yeyin pulled Wen Yuxi into the elevator, descending to the lobby. Qian Lang, Chu Jiang, and the male Omega followed at a distance of several meters.

Qian Lang glared at their retreating figures, spat on the ground, and snarled, “Slut.”

His voice carried just far enough for Liu Yeyin and Wen Yuxi to hear.

“Qian Lang,” Wen Yuxi said, stopping Liu Yeyin from retaliating. She turned back, her voice calm as she asked, “Does your Alpha’s… performance issues really bruise your ego that badly?”