After the Scummy Alpha Lost Her Memory, a Flirty Top Actress Set Her Sights on Her (GL) - Chapter 46

“You…” As the legitimate wife, Yu Wenxi didn’t even know what to say. It was her first time encountering someone like this.

Before she could speak, Yan Run immediately wrapped her arms around her puzzled wife, rubbing against her.

“Jiejie, I swear I didn’t do anything with her. I’m innocent.”

Yu Wenxi reached up to ruffle the Alpha’s hair. “I know.”

Yan Run stole a kiss from Yu Wenxi’s lips before continuing, “Back then, she confessed to me. I just felt sick and ran off in a panic.”

On the way, she ran into Yan Zhi. He frowned.

“What’s with you? All flustered? Su He put a tracker on your bike. When she saw it wasn’t parked at school, she told me.”

The mere memory of Lang Feng kissing her palm made Yan Run’s stomach churn. “I want to take a leave from school.”

Later, when Yan Zhi learned about his sister’s run-in with those hooligans, he sent people to teach them a lesson. As for Lang Feng, he hadn’t even heard of her yet.

Yan Run returned to school determined to sever ties completely with Lang Feng.

She couldn’t stand the thought that her own friend liked her—

especially since that friend was also an Alpha. The idea was revolting.

Lang Feng, however, noticed the unprecedented sight of Yan Run chatting and laughing with others, yet barely responding to her. That indifference lit a fuse in her chest.

She even confronted Yan Run in class.

“Yan Run, what right do you have to ignore me?!” Her eyes were red, her voice on the verge of breaking.

But Yan Run still didn’t acknowledge her.

Lang Feng, furious, started flooding her with messages:

—I don’t like you anymore. Can we just be friends?

—Just friends. I won’t do anything to you.

—I’m begging you.

Even proud Lang Feng could humble herself to plead.

But the memory of that day—of nearly being pinned to the bed by her own friend—had left a deep scar on Yan Run’s mind.

—Sorry, I can’t accept the fact that you like me.

—I don’t think I can be your friend anymore.

—You bastard! How could you bully me?

—I treated you kindly, took care of you.

—When have I ever been bad to you?

—Answer me! Why won’t you talk to me?!

Yan Run was no pushover. She deleted all of Lang Feng’s contact information and asked Yan Huainan to transfer her to another school.

From then on, Lang Feng gradually faded from her mind.

But what she didn’t know was that Lang Feng’s love had curdled into hatred, quietly taking root deep in her heart.

When Yan Run finally finished telling the story, she cautiously glanced at Yu Wenxi. Seeing her expression calm and unreadable, she felt a pang of unease.

“Jiejie, do you think…”

“I think you did the right thing. You have no reason to be friends with a lunatic.” Yu Wenxi’s tone was cold.

Yan Run exhaled in relief.

But then Yu Wenxi pressed a hand down on her shoulder and suddenly smiled.

“So Lang Feng pinned you down?”

Yan Run: “…”

“Of course not. I pushed her off. I’m pretty sure I’m stronger than her.”

“Oh?” Yu Wenxi hooked a finger under the Alpha’s chin, her red lips curling.

Yan Run swallowed. “If it was you pinning me down, I’d never push you away.”

Yu Wenxi gave a soft chuckle, then asked, “And what do you plan to do about her?”

“I’ll investigate. If it really was her, I won’t let her off.” Yan Run replied.

In a way, it was a blessing in disguise—otherwise, she might never have regained her memories.

Yan Run wrapped her arms around Yu Wenxi’s waist, nuzzling against a particular spot. “Let’s not talk about that. Can’t we…do something else?”

“All you think about is that!” Yu Wenxi swatted her lightly. “You’d better find out the truth quickly.”

Yan Run shook her head. “No rush.”

“I just want to be with you,” she murmured playfully.

Yu Wenxi looked at her coquettish Alpha and burst out laughing.

She covered Yan Run’s mouth, leaning close to whisper in her ear, “I’m going to pin you down.”

Yan Run raised an eyebrow.

Mm… now that was a good idea.

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Lang Feng stared at the photos of Yan Run spread across her desk—along with old pictures of the two of them together. Thinking of the past made her blood boil. She swept her arm across the table, sending the photos flying, shouting and wailing, but it was useless.

“Yan Run, how could you be so heartless? I said we could just be friends, but you transferred to another school. Do you really not want to see me again?” Lang Feng couldn’t fathom such cruelty. And then, remembering she’d married Yu Wenxi, she broke into sobs.

Hearing the commotion, an Alpha came downstairs, draping a coat over her shoulders. “Still angry?”

Lang Feng looked up and shouted, “I hate her!!”

Her voice cracked as she screamed, “Why did she abandon me? Why?! What did I do that was so terrible? All I did was like her…”

“You liked her, but she doesn’t like Alphas. Isn’t that normal?” The woman’s long, inky-black hair tumbled over her shoulders as she settled elegantly onto the sofa and sipped a glass of champagne.

Lang Feng lowered her gaze. “I won’t let her go. If she dares abandon me, then I’ll make her and her—”

The Alpha cut her off, pressing a hand to her shoulder. “Don’t be hasty. Right now, you’re already under suspicion. With both the Yu and Yan families involved, you might not recover from this.”

Lang Feng froze. “Then what should I do? Should I… drag her down with me?”

The woman laughed. “What a ridiculous idea.”

“You have to help me…” Lang Feng dropped to her knees before her. “You’re the heiress of the Gu Corporation. If you send me abroad, I can escape. But before that, I have to make Yan Run pay.”

“Alright,” the woman replied with a smile, her eyes glinting with something wicked.

She leaned in and whispered a few words into Lang Feng’s ear.

Lang Feng frowned. “Isn’t that… going too far?”

The woman’s gaze turned shadowy. “Overseas, I can guarantee you’ll be free. You’ll even get to see Meng Qieyi again. A perfect solution… two birds with one stone.”

Lang Feng’s eyes lit up as she clasped her hand. “You really don’t mind if I come? Why are you being so nice to me?”

“Because I think you and I are the same kind of person.”

As she spoke, she lightly brushed a finger along Lang Feng’s cheek—only to immediately pull back with a look of distaste before walking away.

Lang Feng froze, muttering under her breath, “I thought you liked Alphas too…”

They had first met at a bar. Back then, Lang Feng had been cursing Yan Run, unaware that the woman nearby had overheard. She hadn’t thought much of it at the time, but the woman had unexpectedly approached her to make friends. Lang Feng had agreed—partly because she was beautiful, and partly because she later learned her background was anything but ordinary.

The woman’s voice was soft, almost mocking. “Are you stupid? How could I possibly like Alphas? Only someone as pitiful as you would still care about that. I befriended you because, like me, you’re obsessive—aren’t you?”

Lang Feng was taken aback, but then nodded. She was right. Lang Feng was obsessive.

To win Yan Run, she could pretend to get close.

And to destroy Yan Run, she would just as fiercely make sure she got hurt.

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Early the next morning, Yan Run’s eyes fluttered open. She glanced down at Yu Wenxi, still sleeping soundly in her arms, her breathing soft and even. A sudden warmth bloomed in her chest.

Carefully withdrawing her arm, she went to wash up. When she came out, she couldn’t resist looking at Yu Wenxi again—still fast asleep, looking impossibly adorable.

She bent down and pressed a kiss to her Omega’s fair, soft cheek.

Yu Wenxi let out a sleepy hum and instinctively wrapped her arms around Yan Run’s waist, taking a deep breath of her scent.

“Baby, you’re up so early…”

Yan Run gazed at her with indulgence, leaning down to steal another kiss.

“I’m going to make you breakfast. Want me to bring it to you in bed?”

“No need, I’ll come down.” Yu Wenxi mumbled, rolling over and trying to fall back asleep.

Yan Run could only shake her head with a helpless smile. Her wife had been exhausted last night—she’d have to prepare something nourishing.

She ordered a few delicious-looking dishes from a breakfast shop, then cooked a pot of century egg and lean pork congee, adding a side of heart-shaped fried eggs.

Just then, Ji Zhiye walked in. Seeing the table laden with food, she raised a brow. “Is this for all of us?”

“Nope. Just for my wife,” Yan Run answered honestly.

Ji Zhiye gave her a look. “You sure your wife can finish all this?”

“If she can’t, I’ll help her,” Yan Run replied matter-of-factly.

Ji Zhiye swore she could smell the sour-sweet tang of love in the air, which only made her inwardly annoyed.

Not to be outdone, she rolled up her sleeves and started making her own breakfast. The two top-tier Alphas ended up in another silent culinary showdown.

Ji Zhiye rarely cooked, but she was determined to at least impress the livestream viewers. Eventually, she plated her most satisfactory creation—fried egg toast.

When she glanced at Yan Run’s congee—garnished with greens and pickled mustard, steam curling up with a rich aroma—Ji Zhiye swallowed hard. Damn it. Yan Run’s cooking looked too good.

Unwilling to admit defeat, she speculated aloud, “Second Miss, you bought takeout, didn’t you?”

“Yep,” Yan Run replied without shame. She had indeed bought breakfast—wanting only the best for Yu Wenxi.

Ji Zhiye smirked. “Then why bother making congee? Afraid your cooking isn’t as good as someone else’s?”

The trace of petty jealousy was obvious to Yan Run, who chuckled. “I just think this breakfast shop is really good, and I want my wife to try it. If you want some, I don’t mind sharing.”

To Ji Zhiye, it still felt like showing off, but the sincerity in Yan Run’s eyes made it hard to keep arguing.

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A short while later, Yu Wenxi came downstairs in a loose white shirt, her eyes still hazy with sleep—yet it seemed she had made the effort just to see her beloved sooner.

Right in front of Ji Zhiye, she leaned in and kissed Yan Run, resting one delicate hand on her shoulder. “What yummy things have you made?” she murmured.

Her voice was sweet and languid, making Yan Run’s own voice soften in response. “So many delicious things. Eat whatever you like, my love.”

Ji Zhiye, feeling distinctly uncomfortable, gave an exaggerated tsk and walked out—taking her own cold toast upstairs to give Wei Qin.

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At that moment, Yan Run was pan-frying soup dumplings. She picked one up, blew on it carefully, dipped it in vinegar, and held it to Yu Wenxi’s lips.

Yu Wenxi took a small bite, hummed in satisfaction, then gestured for Yan Run to eat the rest. Without hesitation, Yan Run popped it into her own mouth.

Yu Wenxi giggled and walked out of the kitchen—just as Xu Zhaozhao came downstairs. Seeing Yan Run bustling about, he couldn’t help sighing. “Miss Yu, Second Miss Yan is really good to you.”

He’d heard rumors they were only married for convenience, but seeing them now—so natural, so intimate—he wondered if it was actually a love-after-marriage story.

Yu Wenxi smiled faintly. “She’s always treated me like this.”

“Really?” Xu Zhaozhao murmured, skeptical, before sighing again. “Must be nice… My partner only knows how to sleep all day.” A flicker of bitterness crossed his face—things between them were long past the way they used to be.

“Oh, right. When are you two going to get your marriage license?” Yu Wenxi asked casually.

Xu Zhaozhao’s expression stiffened. He forced a laugh. “Ah… no rush.”

Just then, Yan Run emerged with more plates of food, greeting him cheerfully. “Morning.”

She turned to Yu Wenxi, who arched a brow at her. Yan Run hurriedly set the plates down, fussing over her wife with all the eagerness of a lovesick puppy—leaving Xu Zhaozhao utterly stunned.

She sensed that he couldn’t remain any longer.