To Sink Into You - Chapter 3

Hearing her words, Wen Yuxi’s cheeks flushed crimson instantly. She quickly lowered her head to hide the smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Being openly targeted and scorned by her elders, she knew that if she accidentally laughed, everyone present would think she was insane.

Under normal circumstances, Wen Yuxi should have felt hurt, but in reality, she felt no emotional turmoil whatsoever.

Because they were all insignificant people to her—she simply didn’t care.

The only thing that mattered was Ming Qian’s attitude.

And as expected, her Sister Ming Qian remained as gentle and considerate as ever.

Ming Qian’s personal assistant, Qing Zeyya, was a highly efficient Beta. After obtaining Wen Yuxi’s measurements, she returned with dozens of wedding gowns within two hours.

“Miss Wen, the gowns are in the dressing room next door. Please take a look. If none of them suit your taste, I’ll select more for you.”

Wen Yuxi felt a little embarrassed. “That won’t be necessary. I’m already very satisfied. Thank you.”

Ming Qian’s eyes crinkled with amusement. “Satisfied without even seeing them? Go try them on. Wear whichever one you like best.”

Hesitating, Wen Yuxi couldn’t resist pleading, “…Could you come with me?”

“Of course,” Ming Qian replied, her beautiful eyes curving into a smile. She raised her hand to pat Wen Yuxi’s head, then remembered their changed relationship and casually withdrew it. “Let’s go.”

Wen Yuxi noticed the subtle gesture and smiled. “Okay.”

They walked to the dressing room next door together, chatting idly as Wen Yuxi tried on the gowns. It seemed they had quickly rediscovered the intimacy they had lost over the past six years.

“I was just about to ask…” Wen Yuxi said during a break. “You said ‘a girl’s first marriage.’ What did you mean by ‘first’? It sounds so strange.”

As if I’m going to get married multiple times.

Ming Qian smiled gently. “Grandma and Grandpa Wen are getting old, so they’re bound to be a little stubborn. I know you’re sensible and understand the bigger picture. You proposed marriage to me for the sake of both families’ reputations.”

Wen Yuxi frowned, but immediately forced her facial muscles to relax, adopting a harmless expression.

Ming Qian continued, “While we shouldn’t defy our elders’ wishes, we also don’t need to betray our true feelings. The agreement I made with Qingcheng still applies to you and me now.”

“Yuxi, you’re still in school and very young. If you ever meet someone you truly love, you must tell me. We can divorce at any time. I won’t hold you back.”

The woman’s tone was utterly sincere, a solemn promise.

Wen Yuxi knew that in Ming Qian’s eyes, it didn’t matter whether her marriage partner was herself, Wen Qingcheng, or any other Omega from the Wen Family.

Because she didn’t care.

Just like now, the way Ming Qian looked at her was with the tenderness of a sister for her younger sibling—gentle, approving, and doting, but utterly devoid of the affection one feels for a lover.

Wen Yuxi bit her lower lip, repeatedly reminding herself to take things slowly. Forcing a smile, she deliberately asked, “Don’t you like Sister Qingcheng?”

“It’s not a matter of liking or disliking,” Ming Qian stated matter-of-factly. “Emotions aren’t a necessity in my life.”

Her kindness toward Wen Qingcheng stemmed primarily from her sense of responsibility toward her fiancée.

If her fiancée were to become someone else, her kindness would naturally shift to that person, no different from changing business partners during negotiations.

“I understand,” Wen Yuxi exhaled. “If I ever fall in love with someone, I’ll tell you.”

She knew Ming Qian’s personality well, so she wasn’t disappointed.

In fact, it was precisely Ming Qian’s detached demeanor—warm on the surface but cold at heart—that had made Wen Yuxi fall hopelessly in love with her.

Her warmth had comforted and healed the young Wen Yuxi.

Her coldness now tempted and captivated the mature Wen Yuxi.

She desperately wanted to know what the dignified and composed young lady, the calm and self-possessed prodigy, the powerful and proud S-Class Alpha would look like when she lost control for love.

She wanted to possess her, and be possessed by her in return.

Wen Yuxi’s smile was sweet, but her eyes were deep and sharp, like a young wolf cub eyeing its prey.

Wen Qingcheng was never found.

At noon, all staff members received a notice that the bride had been changed. They were instructed to cooperate with the new arrangements as quickly as possible, including revising the wedding vows.

This was a charade, a performance of self-deception. Once the curtain rose, everyone had to play their part, suppressing their shock and disbelief. Whether guests or backstage personnel, no one would dare expose the truth.

At 5 p.m., the wedding ceremony proceeded as scheduled.

Before the assembled witnesses, Wen Yuxi and Ming Qian completed the ceremony, exchanging rings and vows of lifelong commitment.

The priest’s voice resonated with solemnity: “You may now kiss your beloved.”

Wen Yuxi’s throat tightened, her chest rising and falling rapidly. A tingling, electric sensation coursed through her body, barely containing the fervent desire within.

The woman she had loved for seven years now stood beside her in a pristine white wedding gown, bathed in sunlight, receiving the applause and flowers of the crowd.

She was about to become her wife.

In mere seconds, their lips would meet, their pheromones mingling.

The mere thought made Wen Yuxi feel breathless. Her slender shoulders trembled uncontrollably, her breathing quickened, and a delicate flush of red tinged the corners of her eyes, like a flower waiting to be plucked.

Reason warned her that her turbulent emotions would likely trigger her heat early, potentially frightening Ming Qian.

But she couldn’t help it—she wanted it so desperately it was driving her mad.

Ming Qian took in Wen Yuxi’s physical state, stepped forward, and closed the last sliver of distance between them. Then, she slowly leaned in and wrapped the girl in a warm, sincere embrace.

“Don’t be afraid,” Ming Qian murmured, her voice soft and gentle. Her warm hand gently stroked Wen Yuxi’s shoulder and back, devoid of any romantic intent, filled only with comfort. “I won’t overstep.”

Wen Yuxi returned the embrace, her trembling body gradually calming. As her heart raced like a trapped deer, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment, letting out a soft sigh.

Why does she have to be so proper?

“I’m not afraid,” Wen Yuxi said, the initial excitement and shyness of their reunion fading after half a day together. She reverted to her shameless, clingy nature, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “You can kiss me if you want.”

Ming Qian’s lips curved into a smile, her voice soft, both helpless and indulgent. “Nonsense.”

With each breath, a unique scent filled Wen Yuxi’s nostrils—like a cup of iced black coffee, cool and bitter.

It was Ming Qian’s pheromone scent.

Wen Yuxi nuzzled into the crook of Ming Qian’s neck, her eyes half-closed, hiding her deep longing.

It had been far too long since she had smelled this scent, the one she had yearned for day and night.