After the Scummy Alpha Marked the Crazy Beautiful Heroine - Chapter 40.2

At the Office.

Chi Yang kept her head down, flipping through documents. Pei Jiuyao dragged a chair over and sat beside her, spooning up a bit of porridge.

“Ah—”

Like an automatic feeding machine, she held the spoon to Chi Yang’s lips. Without even looking up, Chi Yang parted her lips slightly, swallowed, and went right back to her files.

“Taste good?” Pei Jiuyao asked.

“It’s fine.” Chi Yang gave a clipped reply.

“You didn’t even look.” Pei Jiuyao popped a spoonful into her own mouth, then asked with mock seriousness, “So—who cooks better, me or the housekeeper?”

“They’re both good.”

“Both?” Pei Jiuyao reached over to pinch her cheek.

“Stop it.” Chi Yang finally lifted her head, froze when she met her gaze, then smiled faintly. “Yours is better.”

“My god, Chi Yang, you seriously didn’t even notice I was here, did you?”

Chi Yang rubbed her brow. “Didn’t realize.”

“So you’ll eat from anyone who feeds you?!” Pei Jiuyao grumbled, kneading her cheeks until the soft flesh shifted into all sorts of shapes.

Chi Yang laughed, pried her hands away. “Not that I didn’t know—it just didn’t register. Let me finish this file, then I’ll keep you company. Play by yourself for a bit.”

Pei Jiuyao sprawled on the desk with a pout. “So busy, Miss Chi.”

She caught hold of Chi Yang’s dangling index finger.

Time slipped by. When Chi Yang finally closed the folder, evening had already fallen.

She rubbed at her temples and noticed her finger was still caught in Pei Jiuyao’s grip. The girl had fallen asleep on the desk.

On the plane last night, she had dozed off for a while—but Pei Jiuyao hadn’t slept at all.

Propping her chin on her hand, Chi Yang turned and studied her face.

The west-facing window let in the golden glow of the setting sun, gilding the soft down on her cheek. Her translucent earlobes caught the light like warm red jade.

One hand pillowed her face. Her lashes were long, casting faint shadows beneath her eyes. Her hair was a little messy.

She looked obedient.

But not obedient enough.

Chi Yang thought.

She leaned closer, unable to resist.

What exactly did she want to do?

Before she even had the answer, she brushed a kiss against Pei Jiuyao’s temple.

Pei Jiuyao was a light sleeper. The moment Chi Yang leaned in, she stirred—and when she realized Chi Yang had kissed her, she blinked groggily, rubbing at her eyes.

“Done already?”

She shook her hair back, glanced outside—it was evening.

Chi Yang slid her finger free. “Not yet. Just taking a break.”

Pei Jiuyao sighed softly. “You’re working too hard.”

“It’s for the sake of our beautiful trip.” Chi Yang cleared her throat, her voice calm.

“Oh, our beautiful trip.” Pei Jiuyao leaned back, still lazy with sleep, lids half-lowered, lips curling into a teasing smile. “Then Miss Chi had better work hard.”

“Not just on the planning,” she added, tilting her brows mischievously. “You should work a little harder on me too, hmm?”

Still half-drowsy, she tossed out the line just to see Chi Yang’s reaction. “Why sneak a kiss like that?”

But Chi Yang actually stood up. “Then tell me—how should I kiss you?”

She stepped forward, straddled Pei Jiuyao’s lap, and in the sunlight her light brown eyes gleamed with a golden tint, locking directly with hers.

She leaned over, guiding Pei Jiuyao down as the swivel chair gradually reclined beneath Chi Yang’s weight.

Halfway through, Chi Yang braced her foot against the floor, suddenly halting.

Pei Jiuyao, caught mid-motion, froze for a moment. Pressing down on Chi Yang’s waist, she asked,

“What’s wrong?”

Then, as if to reassure, she added,

“I locked the door.”

“I didn’t brush my teeth.” Chi Yang frowned. “Forget it for now.”

“I came prepared.” Pei Jiuyao pulled two portable mouthwashes from her bag.

Chi Yang’s lips curved. “You really do carry everything.”

“Better safe than sorry.”

Once seated again, Chi Yang pressed down on Pei Jiuyao’s shoulders and captured her in a cool, mint-flavored kiss.

When they finally pulled apart, her eyes were damp. Panting softly against Pei Jiuyao’s chest, Chi Yang heard her whisper with a mischievous smile:

“Don’t you think this feels like some sort of… office play?”

“The secretary could walk in at any moment. Just a pane of glass separates us from the employees outside—any sound in here, they’d hear. All it takes is someone pushing the door open, and they’d see us kissing like this, clothes in disarray. Exciting, isn’t it?”

Her fingertip traced the line of Chi Yang’s jaw before lifting her chin. Feeling the tremor that ran through the woman in her arms, Pei Jiuyao chuckled.

“Relax, I’m teasing you.”

Chi Yang gave a soft hum. “First of all, this office is soundproof. Second, you locked the door.”

“And lastly?” Pei Jiuyao prompted.

“Lastly…” Chi Yang hesitated, then tilted her head up.

“Should we… try it?”

Pei Jiuyao blinked, caught off guard. Before she could react, Chi Yang yanked off her suit jacket, ripped away her tie, tossed them to the floor, and kissed her hard.

Noses pressed together, tongue ravaging her mouth, fierce and unyielding.

Pei Jiuyao tugged open Chi Yang’s shirt, her fingers sliding to the small of her back, pressing just enough to make her shiver.

“President Chi does know how to play,” she teased with a low laugh, one arm tightening around Chi Yang’s back to crush her into her embrace.

Chi Yang bit down on her shoulder. Even if the room was soundproof, the office setting alone made her determined not to let a single sound slip.

For some reason, the chair rocked more violently than ever. Chi Yang couldn’t help thinking—had it always been this soft?

She buried her face against Pei Jiuyao’s shoulder, loosening her teeth for only a second before a breathy gasp escaped.

“Pei Jiuyao, stop shaking the chair—are you doing it on purpose?”

Pei Jiuyao nipped at her reddened ear, murmuring,

“Time to replace your chair, President Chi.”

Chi Yang retaliated by biting down hard on her neck.

Pei Jiuyao hissed softly, then chuckled in a low voice.

“Funny… I could swear I hear someone knocking.”

Chi Yang stiffened all over, her fingers clutching at Pei Jiuyao’s clothes.

“She’s about to push the door open.”

The tension in Chi Yang’s body made Pei Jiuyao stop suddenly. Her eyes darkened as she patted Chi Yang’s waist.

“Relax. No one’s knocking.”

Only after a long moment did Chi Yang’s taut body finally loosen.

Something warm and slick dampened Pei Jiuyao’s skin.

“I know you did that on purpose,” Chi Yang muttered into her neck, voice muffled. “But… I admit, it was a little thrilling.”

Then she collapsed, boneless, against her.

When she lifted her head again, her pupils were unfocused, eyes glazed and red, a flush blooming down her neck. Her lips parted for shallow breaths, and fine sweat pearled on her forehead.

“Never again. I almost had a heart attack.”

Pei Jiuyao pulled out a tissue to wipe her hands, unable to stop a soft laugh.

“How about next time on a private jet? I hear the weightlessness gives a sensation just like sex—a double effect.”

Chi Yang frowned slightly. “Where do you even learn these things?”

“No experience, just theory. But theory’s plenty.” Pei Jiuyao lowered her head with a smile. “After all, I am an Alpha.”

Chi Yang huffed. “So am I.”

“That’s why people say not all Alphas are equal. Some get to be pampered pillow princesses. Some… have to cling to their sugar mommies and play the loyal little dog.”

Chi Yang ruffled her hair, the corners of her reddened eyes lifting, her voice soft and sweet.

“Either way, you’re my little dog.”

Then she tapped Pei Jiuyao’s lips. “Next time, here.”

Pei Jiuyao licked her fingertip with a slow sweep of her tongue.

Chi Yang added, “On the plane.”

She slumped back into Pei Jiuyao’s arms, still catching her breath, and murmured faintly,

“Triple experience.”

Just as they were tangled together, disheveled and shameless, a sudden knock came at the door.

Knock, knock, knock—

Their eyes met.

Knock, knock, knock—

“President Chi, are you inside?”

Chi Yang shot to her feet, knees buckling so that she nearly fell—Pei Jiuyao caught her quickly, then helped her hastily straighten her clothes.

Bending down, Pei Jiuyao picked up the suit jacket and draped it over Chi Yang, tossing the used tissues into the trash.

“One moment,” Chi Yang called coldly toward the door, after adjusting her voice.

Then, lowering her head, she whispered quickly,

“There’s pheromone scent—check for perfume, fast.”

Pei Jiuyao dug through a drawer, found a bottle of perfume, and sprayed it liberally into the air. She pointed to herself.

“What about me?”

Chi Yang froze for two seconds. “Hide under the desk.”

She pushed her down by the head until Pei Jiuyao was tucked beneath.

After straightening her tie, Chi Yang finally went to open the door.

“President Bai, what brings you here?”

A cool female voice replied, “President Chi?”

“Chi asked me to pick up the contract for the East City plot. Didn’t she tell you?”

Chi Yang glanced down at her phone. On the screen were her missed calls and messages from earlier—when she and Pei Jiuyao had been “occupied”:

【Bai Zhi will come by this afternoon for the contract. Just hand it to her directly.】

“Wasn’t this project handled by President Bai herself?”

After Chi Qing’s fallout with Mo Tian over that plot, she somehow latched onto the Bai family instead. Originally, she’d wanted to partner with Aunt Song in building a business district. But if the Bai family joined, they’d definitely force everyone else out—inevitably offending the Songs.

Still, Chi Qing had always been like that: profit first, emotions later. Whoever could make her money, that person was her “friend.”

The woman sat casually on the sofa. “She couldn’t be bothered with minor things like this, so she tossed it to me.”

Chi Yang handed her the contract.

Minor? Something Chi Qing prized so much, yet to her sister it was nothing. Family ties truly gave them the privilege of doing as they pleased.

It matched perfectly with Chi Yang’s long-standing impression of this “Little President Bai.”

But perhaps it was for the best. Word was, most of the Bai family’s affairs now ran through Bai Zhi’s younger sister. Having her handle it was far more convenient than if Bai Zhi herself had taken charge.

“Shall we move to the conference room?”

“No need. I’ve already reviewed it.” The woman flipped through, signed swiftly, and handed the contract back.

“Though for follow-ups, I’d prefer to coordinate directly with President Chi…”

Chi Yang nodded. “Of course. She’s been ill recently, so I’m only handling matters temporarily.”

Once the woman left, Chi Yang rushed to pull Pei Jiuyao out from under the desk.

Pei Jiuyao rubbed her head with a pitiful look. “I banged it when you shoved me in.”

“Poor thing, did it hurt?” Chi Yang reached up to rub the sore spot for her.

“Just like sneaking around in an affair.”

Chi Yang chuckled. “Big star—it’s only because you’re too famous.”

“If you don’t want us sneaking, then maybe we should just…”

Her voice trailed off, softer and softer, until it was as though she was only speaking to herself.

Still a little caught up in the rush of hiding under the desk, Pei Jiuyao hadn’t caught it. “Who was that just now?”

Chi Yang paused before answering. “Bai Zhi’s younger sister.”

“She looked young, but carried herself with a lot of presence.”

Chi Yang’s voice chilled. “Are you implying I’m old?”

“How could I?” Pei Jiuyao pulled her into her arms at once.

“Miss Chi, you’re in your prime—stunning, irresistible, deliciously tempting. So… shall we go again?”

She lowered her head, pinning Chi Yang against the door.