After the Scummy Alpha Lost Her Memory, a Flirty Top Actress Set Her Sights on Her (GL) - Chapter 30

She gently laid the Omega on the bed.

Yu Wenxi leaned in close to her ear, chuckling softly. “It’s perfect that we’re in your bed—it’s soaked with your scent. I love it so much…”

Yan Run stripped her clothes off, leaving them scattered across the floor. In her half-conscious daze, she murmured, “I love it too… I want to sleep with you forever, jiejie…”

That memory made Yu Wenxi flare with anger. She wanted nothing more than to storm off and end Yan Run with a bullet.

Just then, Meng Qieyi came downstairs and caught sight of Yu Wenxi’s fury. Yan Run wasn’t with her—were they fighting?

A golden opportunity.

Excited, Meng Qieyi hurried back to her room to retrieve the small packet of powder her friend had gifted her.

Eyes gleaming, she muttered, “My little darling… it’s all up to you now. My happiness depends on this…”

Yu Wenxi sat on the couch, hair slightly disheveled, eyes a little wet. As the top-tier actress, the beloved heiress of the Yu family, all her pride seemed to have crumbled to dust.

A delicate hand gently placed a cup of water before her.

“Have some water,” Meng Qieyi said softly. “What’s wrong?”

Yu Wenxi quickly wiped her tears. “I… I’m fine.”

Meng Qieyi sat beside her, watching her closely.

She passed the water cup again. “Are you feeling unwell? Try drinking some warm water.”

With someone offering so earnestly, Yu Wenxi couldn’t bring herself to refuse. She gave a soft “mm” and took a sip.

Something about the water tasted strange.

She set the cup down on the table, sighed, and stood up. “I’m going upstairs.”

Watching her prey about to slip away, Meng Qieyi panicked. “Yu Wenxi, do you really hate being around me that much?”

Yu Wenxi, already irritated, turned back. “Do you need something? If not, I’m going to bed.”

Meng Qieyi clenched her fists. She refused to believe she couldn’t have this Omega.

“Wenxi, I like you!”

Yu Wenxi furrowed her brow and stopped in her tracks.

“Meng Qieyi, what’s the point of saying this now? I’ve told you before—I don’t have feelings for you. I just don’t like you like that. Please stop clinging to me. Just let go—for your own sake…”

She wanted to finish her sentence, but the words wouldn’t come. Her body felt heavy, like she had turned into a pile of melting sugar. She collapsed.

She barely managed to open her eyes and saw Meng Qieyi smiling down at her—obsessive, predatory, like a beast that had never learned restraint.

“Wenxi… I really, really love you.”

Meng Qieyi embraced her, inhaling the scent of her soft, porcelain skin.

Yu Wenxi wasn’t fully unconscious, but the drug had left her too weak to move. It wasn’t a sedative—it was an aphrodisiac.

She glared at Meng Qieyi with pure hatred. But Meng Qieyi only looked at her innocently and said:

“If you just accepted me, everyone would be satisfied. Why are you so hung up on Yan Run, that cowardly Alpha? She’s afraid of your fans insulting her. But if you really love someone, you wouldn’t care about something so meaningless. She can’t make you happy, but I can…”

Meng Qieyi remembered her friend’s suggestion: if she got Yu Wenxi pregnant, the prestigious family would have no choice but to cover up the scandal. Then it would only be a matter of time before Yan Run and Yu Wenxi divorced. Then, she could marry her. Grow old with her. Raise a child together.

Such a beautiful future. She almost wished she could jump straight into it.

She imagined her and Yu Wenxi growing old together, locked in mutual love, while Yan Run stood by—an outsider, helpless.

Meng Qieyi couldn’t wait any longer. She scooped Yu Wenxi into her arms and rushed to her bedroom, placing her on the bed.

Yu Wenxi couldn’t even speak clearly. Faced with Meng Qieyi’s aggressive, hungry gaze, a flicker of fear finally appeared in her eyes.

Meanwhile, Yan Run was strolling through the garden, where she bumped into Ji Zhiye and Wei Qin by the lakeside.

Whatever had happened between them that rainy day, it was clear their relationship was still going strong. Ji Zhiye even held Wei Qin’s hand, and Wei Qin didn’t pull away—instead, she smiled.

“Qin Qin, that scenery over there looks nice. Want to go check it out?”

“No way. Too many mosquitoes,” Wei Qin pouted.

Ji Zhiye, with her tough constitution, didn’t even itch after several bites. Surprised, she asked, “Mosquitoes? Then let’s go back.”

“What, you don’t want to walk with me?” Wei Qin narrowed her eyes, clearly sulking.

Ji Zhiye gripped her hand tighter and grinned. “Of course I do. What matters most is being with you.”

Wei Qin chuckled smugly, but said nothing.

After a few steps, they spotted Yan Run.

Wei Qin called out, “Why are you out here? Shouldn’t you be inside with your wife?”

Yan Run replied calmly, “Just out for a walk.”

“You should be with her! Aren’t you two usually glued together?”

Yan Run’s voice was soft. “I’m a little tired.”

“If you’re tired, shouldn’t you be resting inside?”

Yan Run frowned slightly. Why did Wei Qin seem to be picking a fight with her? She glanced at Ji Zhiye, who gave an awkward laugh.

“Qin Qin, let’s not talk about it. Let’s go walk over there.”

Wei Qin huffed. “If you love Yu Wenxi so much and want to be with her forever, then treat her well. Even when you’re tired, you should still want to see your wife.”

Yan Run watched her leave, puzzled.

When did I ever say I wanted to be with Yu Wenxi forever? Did everyone believe she was deeply in love just because they appeared so close?

Whether she loved her or not—only Yan Run truly knew.

She stayed by the lake for a while. The stars above grew blurry.

She’d grown used to being with Yu Wenxi. Maybe… she did like her.

What was liking, anyway?

It was seeing her smile and feeling happiness. It was the way her voice made her ears perk up. Just being near her brought energy to her soul.

Yes—she did like her.

She loved the scent of jasmine tea that clung to Yu Wenxi. Whether intense or faint, it stirred something uncontrollable in her.

The words she said earlier were too cruel. She had to go back and explain.

She ran to their little cottage but found it empty. Yu Wenxi wasn’t in the bedroom. She tried calling—no answer.

Growing more anxious, she searched while dialing again. But then she heard a phone buzzing inside Meng Qieyi’s room.

Meng Qieyi, panicking, shut off Yu Wenxi’s phone and threw it out the window.

At the door, Yan Run knocked. “Is anyone in there?”

Meng Qieyi clamped her hand over Yu Wenxi’s mouth.

No response. Yan Run eventually left, her footsteps fading away.

Meng Qieyi exhaled in relief. Looking down, she saw Yu Wenxi’s face twisted in rage. A hint of fear flashed through her—but then she thought about the baby she would soon carry. Excitement surged again.

She caressed Yu Wenxi’s snow-pale cheek.

“Wenxi, I know Yan Run’s no good. She hurt you. But I won’t. I’m better than her. I’ll make you happy.”

Her hand slid down to Yu Wenxi’s blouse and unfastened the first button. Then the second.

Yu Wenxi trembled. She stared at the beast looming over her, but had no strength to resist.

“I love you, Wenxi. I really love you. Soon, you’ll be mine, and I’ll be yours forever…”

As Meng Qieyi whispered, she continued unbuttoning, exposing the white lace of Yu Wenxi’s undergarment and the soft scent clinging to her Omega body.

She released her pheromones—heavy, overwhelming, like wet bark after a storm—filling the room.

Yu Wenxi, already drugged, inhaled the Alpha’s invasive pheromones. Her body flushed, and a groan escaped her lips. But in her mind, only one scent remained unforgettable—the rain-kissed citrus of Yan Run’s pheromones.

That memory was fading. The overwhelming scent of bark was drowning it out.

She wanted to vomit. But she couldn’t move or speak. Her body burned.

If this continued, she feared she might lose control completely.

Then, at last—she heard the door slam open.

Meng Qieyi was yanked off her.

She watched as Yan Run knocked her to the ground and kicked her away.

Then Yan Run’s silhouette filled her vision.

“Jiejie, are you okay?!” Yan Run asked, frantic.

It felt like the old Yan Run had returned—the one who cared, who protected, who always put her first.

Yu Wenxi summoned all her strength to wrap her arms around Yan Run’s neck, her eyes brimming with tears.

“Yan Run,” she choked. “Please… take me away from here…”

Hearing that rare tremble in her voice—like a wounded girl finally collapsing into the arms of the one she trusted—Yan Run felt a sharp pain pierce her heart.

She was too late. She wanted to tear Meng Qieyi to pieces.

Trembling, she scooped Yu Wenxi up and carried her back to their room.

She laid her gently on the bed. “You’re still releasing pheromones. I’ll go get an inhibitor, okay?”

Just as she turned to leave, Yu Wenxi grabbed her arm.

In a slurred voice, she mumbled, “Don’t… it won’t work…”

Yan Run frowned. “But you’re in pain…”

She’d smelled it when she entered the room—Yu Wenxi’s jasmine tea mixed with Meng Qieyi’s pungent bark. It was nauseating.

The thought of how scared and helpless Yu Wenxi must’ve been…

“…Meng Qieyi drugged me. The inhibitor won’t work.”

Yan Run froze.

Yu Wenxi added weakly, “Only a top-tier Alpha’s pheromones could… help…” Before she could finish, another moan escaped her lips. Her jasmine-scented pheromones filled the room again.

Seeing she was okay, Yan Run finally calmed. But as she inhaled Yu Wenxi’s scent, she felt her own body begin to heat.

And this time, it was different.