A Scummy Alpha and An Award-Winning Omega Actress Fell in Love After an Arranged Marriage - Chapter 7

The atmosphere froze for a moment as Meng Chan asked Lu Xueyin to wait.

She unlocked her phone.

Sheng Lan was still happily bickering in the group chat, haggling with Yu Cheng and commenting on how perfectly matched she and Lu Xueyin looked in their photos.

Meng Chan: “…”

Now that she knew Sheng Lan’s “condition,” even her lively demeanor seemed like forced cheerfulness.

She opened a private chat window.

The last messages were from Sheng Lan’s late-night questions to her.

The details didn’t need revisiting, the conclusion had been that Sheng Lan believed Lu Xueyin was seducing her.

Unfortunately, having witnessed the couple’s interactions firsthand, Meng Chan hadn’t bought it at all.

Now, as she reread their conversation, she could practically feel Lu Xueyin’s awkwardness her forced composure, the barely concealed urgency in her eyes, the tension in her posture.

In the end, Meng Chan decided to spare Sheng Lan some dignity.

She’d let Lu Xueyin go home and have a proper talk with Sheng Lan before returning for treatment.

No need to expose things outright, they could still be good friends afterward.

Locking her phone, Meng Chan asked Lu Xueyin, “You said she’s incapable. Any symptoms to back that up?”

Of course, Lu Xueyin wouldn’t admit she’d tried seducing Sheng Lan multiple times with no response.

She answered matter-of-factly, “Sheng Lan admitted it herself.”

Pursing her lips, she added, “Emphasized it to me repeatedly.”

Lu Xueyin pulled up her chat history with Sheng Lan, scrolling until she found the three public account ads she’d forwarded each questioning an Alpha’s “capability” and wordlessly placed the screen in front of Meng Chan.

Sheng Lan’s retorts now seemed like nothing more than defensive bluster.

Meng Chan had no further questions.

She advised Lu Xueyin to confirm Sheng Lan’s specific symptoms, “whether it’s physical or psychological, so we can prescribe accordingly.”

Lu Xueyin stated firmly, “Physical.”

A psychologically incapable Alpha wouldn’t keep bringing up her own shortcomings.

So when Lu Xueyin returned home, aside from her own medication and the suppressant collar for her heat cycle, the rest were prescriptions for Sheng Lan, to treat her “marking dysfunction.”

Meng Chan’s reasoning was sound:

“Try these on her. There’s usually some reaction the same day, enough for a temporary mark. That’ll help me assess her actual condition.”

Without prior testing, the dosage was minimal just enough to mildly stimulate an Alpha.

If it failed to trigger Sheng Lan’s marking instincts, they’d proceed with a full medical examination.

Lu Xueyin transferred her own pills into a vitamin bottle for discreet use during filming.

No injections today, she’d gotten hers at the hospital before leaving.

Her luggage was already packed, and she’d sent the next morning’s meeting point to the production team, her agency’s building. An early departure would get her there on time.

That left her the entire evening to test Sheng Lan.

But as night approached, the two small capsules weighed heavier on her mind.

She’d just given Sheng Lan the cold shoulder.

Regardless of her earlier motives, she’d been the one initiating seduction.

Now adding medication into the mix.

Lu Xueyin thought of her industry reputation.

The whispers that she was “dirty.”

She closed her eyes.

Compared to irreversible health consequences, being marked by her lawful wife was nothing.

She texted Sheng Lan: When are you coming back?

Sheng Lan owned several properties in Jinhe City. When she left home this morning, she brought the luggage needed for filming and moved to another apartment temporarily. This way, when the production team picked her up tomorrow morning, she could avoid Lu Xueyin and prevent any unnecessary misunderstandings.

While reviewing past variety shows to cram last-minute, she received a message.

With a screen between them and no plans to meet for the next month, Sheng Lan replied playfully.

[Shanfeng]: Miss me already, sis?

Lu Xueyin, bold as ever online, got straight to the point.

She invited Sheng Lan home to mark her and cut off any escape routes.

“I know you can’t do it, so I got you some medicine. Come back and try it.”

This one was a voice message.

Even with her phone on the table, the words came through crystal clear.

After listening twice, Sheng Lan held it to her ear. Even through the digital distance, she could hear the tension in Lu Xueyin’s voice.

She could picture it Lu Xueyin, nervous but forcing herself to act tough.

Stems standing tall, petals trembling faintly.

Sheng Lan unconsciously gritted her teeth.

The back of her neck warmed at the words, her glands reacting.

Not with the desperate, mark-craving itch of an Omega, but with the restless urge for her pheromones to surge out and tangle with May roses.

Her skin there prickled faintly.

Perhaps because she hadn’t replied, five minutes later, Lu Xueyin sent her a photo.

A selfie.

The shot captured Lu Xueyin’s profile, taken from a distance with one hand holding the phone.

Her long, wavy hair was loosely gathered, revealing fair, delicate skin and the faintly flushed gland at her nape.

Only the very edge was visible, partially veiled by a few stray strands.

But sometimes, that was the most seductive kind of tease.

A hint of restraint was far more enticing than full exposure.

If she didn’t go back now, she really was incapable.

But Sheng Lan stayed wary.

Because she’d already confirmed that the ambiguous atmosphere Lu Xueyin had created before wasn’t seduction, it had been a test.

What if this was another one?

Trial Love played softly in the background.

Sheng Lan slid off the couch and wandered into the walk-in closet, scanning the room filled with high-end custom outfits. Holding down the voice message button, she sent Lu Xueyin a reply.

“Sis, you’ve tested me too many times. Another one would just be boring.”

If she kept pushing, she might end up losing herself and then she couldn’t blame this little cannon fodder for what happened.

Sheng Lan flicked her hair. The dusty rose-brown she’d dyed for her MV clashed with most of her dresses.

After some deliberation, she settled on a versatile little black dress.

Lu Xueyin sent her a medical report.

Unlike most doctors’ scribbles, Meng Chan’s handwriting was sharp and legible.

Lu Xueyin’s heat was approaching.

“In return,” she told Sheng Lan, “next time you’re in rut, I’ll let you mark me.”

Mutual benefit.

Of course, if Sheng Lan truly couldn’t mark her, then Lu Xueyin couldn’t be blamed for not keeping her promise.

Sheng Lan checked the time and set a deliberately ambiguous meeting point.

[Shanfeng]: Then let’s meet at 1 AM.

Lu Xueyin had a strange competitive streak.

Ignoring the undercurrents of their past late-night encounters, she replied, “Fine. If you fail, we’ll pretend nothing happened.”

Her phone volume was maxed out.

Sheng Lan chuckled softly, her fingers gliding over an array of lipsticks before picking one that smudged easily.

Marking meant biting the gland.

She was going to leave a mark on Lu Xueyin.

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