When a Scumbag Cannon Fodder Alpha Meets a Mad Movie Queen Villainess - Chapter 26

“R-Relations?!!!” Shen Yuanyi blushed furiously as she stared at Qi Ning’an.

Seeming to recall how she’d told Qi Ning’an that “relations” simply meant holding hands and kissing, she hesitated for only two seconds before answering, “O-Okay.”

Qi Ning’an flashed her pearly whites at the innocent little rabbit. “Let’s hold hands then.”

Shen Yuanyi extended her hand, but Qi Ning’an didn’t take it. Instead, she released her embrace and darted ahead. “Not now.”

Blinking in surprise, a breeze swept by, carrying the soothing scent of tea once more.

Shen Yuanyi’s heart skipped a beat as images from that dream resurfaced—Qi Ning’an atop her, dark hair cascading, porcelain skin glowing, slender waist undulating rhythmically. Her gaze was inevitably drawn to the bouncing curves.

Biting her tongue, she wished she could slap herself. What was she fantasizing about when the person in question was right in front of her?

She masked her embarrassment with a laugh. “Alright, I’ll wait.”

“Thank you.”

Qi Ning’an returned to the villa to attend to guests, while Shen Yuanyi retreated to a corner, observing how the gentle “little rabbit” interacted with others—polite and serene, just like her public image. No one would believe such a person had another side.

Suddenly, she remembered Yan Yue’s inexplicable words to her earlier. Just then, the villa staff wheeled out an eight-tier birthday cake, candles flickering as the lights abruptly went out.

In the final moment before darkness, she spotted Yan Yue in the corner and rushed over, grabbing her hand. “Come with me.”

Unbeknownst to her, two pairs of eyes were watching intently.

“Shen Yuanyi,” Yan Yue called out as she was pulled along, her nose tingling with emotion. In a split second, she went from being dragged to willingly following.

Catching her breath on the deserted balcony under dim lighting, Shen Yuanyi apologized, “Sorry for whisking you away like that.”

Yan Yue shook her head, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear with a smile. How she wished it had been Shen Yuanyi leading her away from this wretched place for good.

“About what you said earlier, I…” Shen Yuanyi lowered her head, scuffing the ground with her toe.

The words of refusal stuck in her throat as a hand covered her lips.

Yan Yue rose on tiptoe, whispering by her ear, “You don’t have to answer me yet. And do you really think a thirty-year-old doesn’t understand these things?”

What did that mean? Shen Yuanyi stared at her with wide, guileless eyes.

“Find a chance to see the real Qi Ning’an—visit her villa without telling her.”

Yan Yue slowly withdrew, clasping her hands behind her back with a faint smile. “I’ll go ahead first.”

Shen Yuanyi pursed her lips. If she hadn’t read the original novel, she might’ve believed Yan Yue’s words. But Qi Ning’an? The most composed antagonist in the story—untainted, pure as untouched snow.

Was the plot forcing her to become part of the main couple’s twisted game by preventing her from rejecting the female lead’s confession?

The thought sent shivers down her spine. She had no desire to end up as mincemeat under a yandere’s blade.

The villa lights flickered back on, and the birthday host found her on the empty balcony. “Shen Yuanyi, come have some cake.”

“It’s over already?” Regret instantly washed over her—she hadn’t even celebrated with Qi Ning’an.

“I saved a small slice for you—from that bakery you always visit.” Qi Ning’an’s implication was clear as she pressed a finger to her lips, smiling.

Shen Yuanyi immediately understood. “Happy birthday, sister,” she chirped happily, skipping over to stand obediently beside Qi Ning’an.

In a small room, Shen Yuanyi lit candles and turned off the lights, singing “Happy Birthday” for Qi Ning’an. She watched as Qi Ning’an closed her eyes to make a wish before blowing out the candles, then the two shared a palm-sized cake together.

This was the happiest birthday Qi Ning’an had ever had. Shen Yuanyi’s arrival had turned her boring world into something interesting.

Suddenly, she felt a kiss on her cheek. Shen Yuanyi stiffened, turning her neck awkwardly to look at Qi Ning’an, who simply smiled and explained, “I couldn’t help myself.”

Shen Yuanyi wiped the lingering warmth from her cheek with the back of her hand, returning a polite smile without dwelling on it. If she couldn’t help it, then so be it—what harm could there be from such an innocent villain?

After the birthday celebration, Shen Yuanyi nearly forgot what Yan Yue had told her, completely focused on her upcoming album release scheduled for the last day of November.

She went for cover photo shoots and even filmed an MV. Though she felt it wasn’t necessary to go all out, Qi Ning’an insisted it was important. After three exhausting days, as the release date approached, she inexplicably grew nervous.

Then her phone buzzed with a sudden message: “Shen Yuanyi, come to my place tonight. Have s3x with me, satisfy me.”

“Tonight?” Shen Yuanyi’s brain short-circuited, sending the question before she could think.

“Mhm.”

Shen Yuanyi replied with a simple “Okay,” feeling the request had come too abruptly. While still nervous about her album release, Qi Ning’an was now asking her to have s3x.

Though it wasn’t the kind of s3x she initially imagined—the innocent bunny just wanted to hold hands and kiss cheeks—there was still something strange about Qi Ning’an’s wording.

It was undeniably suggestive. If anyone else had said it, Shen Yuanyi would have turned into a steaming kettle. But what if Qi Ning’an meant it literally?

She quickly shook her head and slapped her cheeks.

Meanwhile, Qi Ning’an, tormented by her heat, licked her lips and turned off her phone. Toys lay scattered by the bed. Even with suppressants, her body’s desires wouldn’t fade.

Holding hands would be nice. Kissing her cheek would be even better. Staring at the wall covered in Shen Yuanyi’s photos while relieving herself was no longer enough. Watching videos and looking at pictures on her phone didn’t satisfy her either. It was only the first day of her heat—she wanted Shen Yuanyi. Maybe having her physically there would finally be enough.

“Puppy, fill me up,” Qi Ning’an murmured, her hair sticking to her sweat-drenched face as one wave of pleasure crested into another.

On her way to Qi Ning’an’s house, Shen Yuanyi thought she should bring something. She stopped by her usual bakery for cream puffs and cookies. It was still early—only around 5 PM—but winter days grew dark quickly. She hailed a cab to Qi Ning’an’s villa.

She hadn’t come at the time Qi Ning’an specified, arriving three or four hours early. Gazing out the car window at the passing streets, she imagined surprising the little bunny later. They could eat cream puffs while she playfully convinced her innocent sister that holding hands and kissing counted as having s3x.

Unconsciously, her lips curled into a pleased smile.

At this very moment, Qi Ning’an was still tending to her needs, completely unaware that Shen Yuanyi had arrived early.

When Shen Yuanyi rang the doorbell and stood politely at the entrance, Qi Ning’an was still in bed.

After waiting for a long time with no answer, Shen Yuanyi obediently pressed the doorbell again, her fingers red and frozen from carrying bags in the cold.

Her good upbringing kept her from repeatedly ringing the bell to hurry things along. Assuming Qi Ning’an had heard and was on her way, she simply stood outside, waiting.

Meanwhile, in the warm room, a soft thud sounded as a toy slipped onto the bed. Qi Ning’an, exhausted, closed her eyes and passed out. In her dream, Shen Yuanyi was by her side, gently stroking her hair and calling her name.

The doorbell rang downstairs, but she didn’t hear it. Her muddled thoughts were still preoccupied with how to maintain her poise and elegance when she saw Shen Yuanyi later that evening.

Outside, Shen Yuanyi shivered violently from the cold and pressed the doorbell once more, praying this time Qi Ning’an would hear. She was freezing out here.

She felt like a pitiful stray puppy, kicked out of its home. The embarrassment of passersby possibly noticing her loitering outside made her want to curl up in shame. She was tempted to just call a cab and go home.

Sniffling and coughing, she pulled out her phone to message Qi Ning’an—but just like her wait for the door to open, there was no response.

“Qi Ning’an… wuu…” Shen Yuanyi whimpered as she pressed the doorbell again, then crouched down, hugging her knees for warmth.

This went on for three or four hours. Countless messages were sent, and the doorbell was pressed many more times.

By around nine in the evening, Qi Ning’an slowly woke up. Her phone buzzed on the pillow, and she forced herself up to check it—99+ unread messages, all from Shen Yuanyi.

The most recent one, sent just a minute ago, read:
Qi Ning’an, you jerk. If you don’t open the door now, I’m leaving.

Qi Ning’an immediately sat up and typed back:
I’m coming right out.
She didn’t dare delay even a second, afraid the person waiting outside would truly walk away.

When she opened the door, the “puppy” crouched outside looked up at her pitifully, nearly turned into a snowman from how long she’d waited.

Shen Yuanyi stood up, coughing and sniffling, her voice thick with congestion as she muttered, “Jerk… bastard… stupid dog…” and other choice insults.

For someone so well-mannered to curse like this was unheard of—but her soft, sweet voice made the words sound more like whining than actual anger.

Qi Ning’an’s heart ached. She pulled the sulking Shen Yuanyi into a tight hug. “Alright, alright, I know I messed up.”

Once inside, Qi Ning’an pressed a hand to Shen Yuanyi’s forehead and found it burning up. “How long were you waiting out there?”

At the question, Shen Yuanyi’s grievances poured out. Sniffling, she choked out, “I left home at five in the evening, got here by six, and kept ringing the bell and texting you… but you ignored me the whole time!”

Six o’clock… Qi Ning’an smiled awkwardly. “I was asleep. I’m sorry.” She hurried to the kitchen to make ginger tea and called a private doctor.

But as she lifted the teapot, she suddenly froze. The faint scent of cream tickled her nose, making her swallow hard. Her gaze drifted to the figure lying on the sofa.

Her fingers clenched. A tingling current surged through her body—that feeling was back. She wanted… Shen Yuanyi to fill her.

Suppressing the desire with practiced calm, she didn’t realize her breathing had grown uneven. Her mind was consumed with thoughts of Shen Yuanyi satisfying her hunger.

After brewing the ginger tea, Qi Ning’an lowered her head and carried it over, placing the tray on the coffee table. Her gaze inadvertently drifted to Shen Yuanyi’s fair neck and her slender, well-defined fingers.

Her hands had prominent veins, with calluses on the fingertips from piano practice. “Ahem, Qi Ning’an, I’ve prepared cream puffs and cookies… ahem… help yourself.”

Shen Yuanyi picked up the teacup from the table, blew on it lightly, and took a small sip of the ginger tea.

She couldn’t hold back any longer—the puppy’s pheromones were too enticing.

Qi Ning’an stepped closer, her throat bobbing as she reached out with trembling hands to caress Shen Yuanyi’s face.

She was met with the puppy’s bewildered gaze, those eyes lifting to hers—so pure and clear.

“You promised me… to be with me, to satisfy me.”

With a clatter, the teacup slipped from Shen Yuanyi’s grip and shattered, the scalding ginger tea spilling onto the carpet.

Qi Ning’an cradled one of her hands in both of hers, then bent down and took one of her fingers into her mouth.