After My Death, I Became a Heartless Madman - Chapter 53

Song Shizhou’s heart trembled abruptly.

She always spoke such whimsical words with such calm composure perhaps she was simply calmly losing her mind, or perhaps she didn’t even realize how bewitching her words were. Bai Ruowei stood tall, her refined features graced with a faint smile, noble and restrained, yet tinged with a dangerous glint that Song Shizhou knew all too well.

Only now, that danger seemed to have morphed into another form of madness, winding around Song Shizhou’s heart like silk, as if hinting at what was to come.

The cork made a crisp pop as it was pulled from the bottle, a sound not unlike the click of high heels against the floor. Miss Bai wore a pair of black calfskin heels, their surface gleaming unnaturally from spilled wine.

“Actually, I shouldn’t have come to see you today. Like you said, I should be on a plane to the Third District right now, arriving at the airport by 3 a.m., buying a bottle of coconut water from the duty-free shop.”

“But I still wanted to see you.”

A slender arm hooked around Song Shizhou’s waist. Miss Bai was still an Alpha, after all, so the gesture carried an undeniable allure. Song Shizhou was pulled into her embrace. Bai Ruowei’s expression remained cool and detached, but the hand pressed against her back burned with an almost feverish intensity.

Like a volcano submerged in icy seawater, on the verge of eruption.

Those pale red lips parted again, the scent of cold osmanthus drifting between them.

“Shizhou, I’ve learned a lot these past few months. You’re a good teacher. I’ve figured out why I love you, how to respect the one I love. But there’s one thing I still can’t learn.”

She smiled.

“I might never learn it.”

The osmanthus fragrance in the air suddenly surged to a terrifying intensity, its faintly invasive sweetness proving that even this calmest of flowers had a side of madness cold yet relentless, leaving no room for breath.

Song Shizhou followed her words with a question.

“What is it?”

Those pale green eyes darkened. A cryptic smile curled at the corner of Bai Ruowei’s lips.

“Possessiveness.”

She seemed delighted excited, even only ever thrilled by the things she couldn’t control.

“Maybe this is just who I am. Today, I watched your opening ceremony from the car. I was happy for you. You’re strong. You have your own career, new family, new friends. I was happy for you.”

“But then I saw all those people around you.”

Her gaze darkened.

“Shizhou, you know me. I’m stingy.”

“I don’t want to see other Alphas or Omegas crowding you. I can see right through their fake smiles. Maybe you’d say I’m no better maybe I’m just as fake. But right now, I want to lay myself bare before you, completely.”

“I want to be with you. I want to be the one celebrating your opening by your side, not some Miss Song or Miss Su.”

The osmanthus scent surged again. The smile on her face deepened triumphant, cold, and mad.

“You know I can make it happen.”

The next second, that smile vanished abruptly, as if it had all been a beautiful illusion.

“But I’m trying to restrain myself. I won’t interfere with your affairs.”

Her tone was calm and composed perhaps because this period had taught her to rein in her emotions, or perhaps she knew this was the most critical moment determining her relationship with Song Shizhou, so she could remain level-headed.

Yet her true nature might still be the same.

Still this obsessive, this intoxicating.

Song Shizhou broke free from her embrace and countered,

“So what?”

The scent of osmanthus grew stronger, the suppressant patch at the nape of her neck faintly loosening. Enigmas were silent and gentle creatures, rarely provoked because their pheromone levels were terrifyingly high in this world. The taunting of a mere unfamiliar Alpha wasn’t enough to unsettle them.

Unless they wanted it to.

The air was thick with tension. The amber eyes before her darkened into an ink-like hue, a shade Bai Ruowei knew well. It usually appeared when Song Shizhou was serious or when rare anger stirred within her.

Before, Miss Bai might have hesitated at such a look, but now she found it utterly mesmerizing. The unknown mystery made her eager to uncover just how much of Song Shizhou’s anger was real and how much was feigned.

She met those eyes with equal defiance.

“So, can’t you give me a little reward first?”

Song Shizhou repeated the word silently.

“Reward?”

“I know you haven’t forgiven me yet, but at least I’ve made progress, haven’t I?”

Her tone was almost brazen.

“Shizhou, my little boat, you know me. Your leaving once drove me mad.”

“Enduring all this time, sticking to your rules it hasn’t been easy. Little boat, haven’t I done well? Won’t you give me a little sweetness to keep me going?”

She whispered in her ear, as if brushing a kiss against it.

A soft laugh, almost a provocation.

“To keep me chasing you tirelessly.”

That bewitching chuckle coiled around Song Shizhou’s ears, sending a shiver through her heart.

Though the words were pleading and submissive, her tone remained cool and controlled as if victory was already assured.

She was pushing her luck. Or rather, she was negotiating with icy precision. They were locked in a standoff, using words and pheromones, determined to turn biting into entanglement.

The black blazer was abruptly tossed aside, soon damp. The osmanthus scent thickened, and even the usually languid night-blooming cereus fragrance stirred restlessly. But when it came to certain principles, Song Shizhou was not one to yield. Those amber eyes studied Miss Bai with unspoken scrutiny.

The next moment, Song Shizhou gripped the other’s slender waist and pulled her off the table’s edge, reclaiming control.

“I don’t want to give it. And I can’t.”

The woman before her trembled slightly. Song Shizhou’s hand rested on the table’s edge, crimson liquid staining her fingertips, a shade of madness.

“How long did you tell Mia you’d stay here?”

The answer came without hesitation.

“Ten minutes.”

Escaping from the car on the way to the airport wasn’t a good idea. Song Shizhou looked up, the black vehicle had already vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.

She shook her head and let out a faint laugh.

“It’s too late.”

“What’s too late?”

She abruptly tore off the suppressant patch on her neck, and the scent of night-blooming cereus instantly filled the entire room.

“My heat is about to start, Miss Bai. In five minutes, whether you decide to stay or leave, it’ll already be too late.”

An Enigma’s heat was terrifying. Perhaps influenced by its impending arrival, a hint of obsession flickered in Song Shizhou’s eyes.

In her past life, because her glands had never received proper treatment, her heats had never been intense. But now that all her indicators had returned to normal, this was a true Enigma’s heat in every sense.

Removing the suppressant patch right before a heat wasn’t wise, but Bai Ruowei’s provocative teasing had stirred emotions she’d long suppressed, desperate for an outlet.

Bai Ruowei had said her heart was in turmoil.

Was it?

The usually gentle fragrance of night-blooming cereus grew richer, swirling mysteriously and powerfully in the air, carrying a hint of oppression less like an invitation and more like a warning, a sign that she shouldn’t be provoked lightly.

But there was one person who wasn’t afraid of such warnings.

The oppressive aura of an Enigma pressed down on Miss Bai, yet she suddenly smiled.

“You think I’m scared of this?”

“If I dared to come, I was already prepared not to leave.”

The corners of her eyes were flushed from the pheromones, but her delicate features only grew more striking.

“Shizhou, do you think the scent on these white roses resembles my pheromones? That’s because I sprayed them myself.”

“Because I’ll be gone for a long time. I didn’t want you to forget my scent.”

“So now do you understand why your heat came early?”

“It was me. I did it, Shizhou.”

“I induced your heat.”

“Little boat, you must be furious now, right? So I won’t ask for a reward can you punish me instead?”

The intoxicating madness was dizzying. Those pale green pupils constricted slightly with excitement. Though her words were a provocation, her tone was thick with affection, as if love had been carved into her bones, never to be forgotten.

Sure enough.

Song Shizhou almost wanted to laugh.

Perhaps this relentless, overbearing woman was the Miss Bai she remembered.

“Did Miss Bai decide to change tactics because your previous efforts couldn’t move me?”

A bewitching smile curled at Bai Ruowei’s lips.

“Of course.”

“But those things before weren’t an act. When you ignored me, I really was heartbroken.”

“But I can’t stay heartbroken forever.”

“Have you forgotten why I came? Gaining your forgiveness is my life’s pursuit. Of course I have to be a hundred times more careful, assessing the situation at every turn.”

“Only a fool would drown in their own emotions, apologizing endlessly without rest.”

Those eyes were so frenzied they seemed eerily calm. The scent of osmanthus suddenly surged forth, sweeping back toward the two of them with an all-consuming intensity.

“Shizhou, my little boat, my fiancée.”

Those pale green eyes fixed on her.

“Do you think I’m a fool?”

Of course, she was no fool.

She was the most cunning, decisive, and ruthless schemer under heaven.

The bottle of red wine rolling on the floor bumped against someone’s calf, and the atmosphere instantly grew heavy, like a spark falling into a seductive night, determined to burst into the most dazzling flame.

The remaining half of the wine spilled between them, Miss Bai’s gift was finally delivered. The crimson liquid splashed onto her body, soaking her clothes, yet Miss Bai, drenched in wine, was breathtakingly beautiful. Those pale green eyes slowly shifted to Song Shizhou, not a trace of disarray despite the wine, the look in them almost taunting.

The scarlet wine soaked through her gray chiffon blouse, the already sheer fabric clinging to the curves of her chest in an even more alluring silhouette. Could someone so madly obsessive really have such soft lips and a tender chest? Song Shizhou couldn’t quite believe it so Miss Bai hooked an arm around her neck and made her find out for herself.

When she was pressed against the solid wood table, now slick with wine, Bai Ruowei’s eyes held a triumphant smile.

She had won the bet.

Bai Ruowei wrapped her legs around her waist, trembling and dazed under the onslaught of that feverish kiss, yet the look in her eyes only darkened further. Instinctively, she tried to sit up to continue, but the other woman pressed her even deeper into the table, leaving her no room to move.

She had started this.

She was the one who provoked her first.

A slick wetness pooled in her palm, carrying an inexplicable, scorching heat whether it was Miss Bai’s tears or something else, she couldn’t tell.

Miss Bai kissed her palm, one tender press after another, searing and sensual.

Far more impassioned than when she had kissed porcelain.

After all, how could lifeless objects compare to the one she had longed for day and night?

She didn’t know where the wetness on her palm came from, but one thing was certain.

Tonight, they would be entwined.

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