Becoming the Comfort Alpha for the Aloof Movie Queen - Chapter 17

Instinctive reactions are enough to swallow all reason.

Liang Ruojing staggered a few steps, struggling to steady herself, her eyes betraying a profound sorrow.

Minutes ago, she was the high-spirited Prosecutor Han; now, she was Han Jiahe, betrayed by her closest kin.

The staff member recited the line mechanically, “Jiahe.”

Guided by the elegant pheromones, Liang Ruojing focused all her attention on Ming Tanqing.

The brief scene they had rehearsed that day was deeply etched into her mind.

Liang Ruojing’s Han Jiahe was a Han Jiahe who faced Ming Tanqing.

“Why was it you!”

Liang Ruojing shouted these words, her eyes already brimming with tears, but her pride would not allow them to fall; she was longing for an explanation.

Those amber eyes looked toward Ming Tanqing, the corners of her eyes drooping, carrying an irrepressible grievance and a subtle dependence.

Staff: “You found out.”

Ming Tanqing tilted her head, her gaze playful and provocative.

She mouthed the words:

“Why are you crying so pitifully?”

Liang Ruojing’s brain exploded with a bang.

In an instant, she was transported back to that evening.

Was the person before her Ming Tanqing or Sun Ying?

Liang Ruojing could not tell. The restless gland at the back of her neck tugged at her nerves, sliding her into a deeper hallucination.

Her strongest love and her deepest hatred all belonged to Sun Ying.

“Go away!”

Liang Ruojing covered her face and wept, sliding helplessly to the floor.

The room was so quiet a needle drop could be heard.

Only the sorrowful sobbing belonging to Han Jiahe circled mournfully in the air above the room.

This time, it wasn’t just Ming Tanqing who saw it; everyone else could be certain that Liang Ruojing was Han Jiahe.

While everyone else looked at the softly sobbing Alpha in the room with shocked or calculating gazes, only one person looked at her with concern.

Ming Tanqing hadn’t expected Liang Ruojing to fall so much deeper into the character this time.

The audition ended, and Lin Xiuzhu gave the closing remarks with a serious expression.

“Miss Liang, thank you for your cooperation today. You will be notified of the results within a week.”

With the support of the staff, Liang Ruojing struggled to stand up.

“Thank you…” Liang Ruojing replied numbly.

The tear tracks on her face were not yet dry; she looked disheveled and pitiful.

In truth, Liang Ruojing had not yet emerged from Han Jiahe’s emotions, but the audition room was not the Ming residence, and there was no one here to hold her or help her snap out of the role.

Liang Ruojing was used to self-reliance. Carrying a heavy burden of dejection, she gave a sincere bow, took one last look at Ming Tanqing, and then left the audition room.

Ming Tanqing smelled the sudden spike in the concentration of Alpha pheromones in the air, and her expression changed.

Tang Yuecen was waiting anxiously outside.

Liang Ruojing’s audition had lasted nearly twice as long as everyone else’s.

What was happening inside?

Finally, the door opened.

Liang Ruojing walked out with a pale face, looking soul-shattered.

Tang Yuecen hurried to meet her, but as soon as her hand touched Liang Ruojing’s shoulder, she was startled.

“Xiao Jing, why are you shaking?!”

Extreme emotional shifts are inherently a massive drain on the human body.

Liang Ruojing focused on exercise and was in good health; normally, this kind of exhaustion would be nothing to her.

But today, for some unknown reason, Liang Ruojing had an unbearable headache and was breaking out in a cold sweat.

Seeing this, Tang Yuecen felt Liang Ruojing’s forehead.

“You’re so hot! You have a fever!”

“Hmm?” Liang Ruojing opened her eyes hazily, clearly beginning to lose consciousness.

Tang Yuecen realized the seriousness of the situation and quickly called over a staff member. Together, they settled Liang Ruojing in an empty lounge.

Tang Yuecen placed Liang Ruojing on the sofa and told her, “I’m going to find a doctor now and will be back soon. Stay here and don’t move!”

Liang Ruojing nodded. “Okay.”

Tang Yuecen ran out quickly, leaving Liang Ruojing lying half-reclined on the sofa, her mind a chaotic mess of thoughts.

One moment she was the spirited Han Jiahe, and the next she was the despairingly weeping Han Jiahe. Two extreme emotions collided within her body, tormenting her frame.

The mint liqueur pheromones leaked restlessly, trying to break through the confinement of the suppression patch.

The gland at the back of her neck began to heat up, feeling hot and damp as if it were congested.

Coincidentally, it was time to change the suppression patch. Liang Ruojing reached out and tore the patch off.

The Alpha pheromones flooded the entire room, but because the concentration wasn’t yet high, it didn’t occur to Liang Ruojing that it was a rut.

As an S-class Alpha, Liang Ruojing had never suffered from the torments of a rut.

The psychological fragility, the lack of security, the craving for physical contact—none of these had ever appeared in Liang Ruojing.

Her ruts were nothing more than a mild cold that could be cured by a night’s sleep.

At this moment, Liang Ruojing had forgotten Fang Zezhi’s reminder—an Omega’s pheromones would also affect an Alpha.

Liang Ruojing recalled Ming Tanqing’s expression just now. Unable to see the person, her heart felt as if a piece were missing, falling into an unbearable emptiness.

The young Alpha unfastened the buttons of her shirt. Liang Ruojing lowered her head, sniffing deeply at the cold lily fragrance clinging to the fabric.

It was like the first snow in Yanjing, carrying a purity that cleansed the world, along with a sweetness that only Liang Ruojing could perceive, making it truly irresistible.

She wanted more…

Liang Ruojing buried her face in the clothes. The nearly 1.8-meter-tall Alpha curled up on the sofa like a child.

If Liang Ruojing’s middle school biology teacher had photographed this, the caption would be: “Standard Alpha Nesting Position during Rut.”

In a daze, Liang Ruojing heard the sound of the door opening.

Steady footsteps reached her ears.

“Sister Tang…” Liang Ruojing slowly lifted her face from the coat. “I might have a high fever…”

Amidst the blur, Liang Ruojing saw a slender figure walking toward her.

A first snow fell upon the parched tropics; the heat of the strong liquor was dispersed by the ice and snow, and Liang Ruojing smelled the sweet scent of lilies.

The figure drew closer.

Then… a cool hand pressed against Liang Ruojing’s cheek.

Ming Tanqing frowned. The pheromone concentration in the room wasn’t high, yet for her, it was exceptionally difficult to endure.

Fortunately, she had taken two doses of suppressants before coming.

Ming Tanqing patted Liang Ruojing’s face, attempting to communicate.

“Miss Liang, you’ve entered your rut. I brought Alpha suppressants.”

The Alpha on the sofa seemed to understand and nodded obediently.

“Okay—”

Ming Tanqing doubted that Liang Ruojing had recognized her identity.

But right now, there were more pressing matters.

She pulled the specially prepared suppressant from her bag, approached Liang Ruojing, and skillfully inserted the needle into the Alpha’s arm.

Liang Ruojing felt the pain. “Hiss—”

Ming Tanqing slowed the speed of the injection.

In reality, her own body was not feeling well at this moment.

S-class Omegas are usually not easily influenced by pheromones, but once they encounter a highly compatible Alpha, the body’s instinctive reaction is enough to swallow all reason.

This was also why Ming Tanqing was unwilling to be too intimate with Liang Ruojing.

She was afraid.

Han Jiahe’s pride made her unwilling to shed tears in front of Sun Ying; Ming Tanqing’s pride made her unwilling to expose her wounds to anyone else.

Whether it was the Alpha’s influence on her or the truth about her glandular disease.

Because of her posture, Ming Tanqing was very close to Liang Ruojing at this moment. She knelt half-crouched by the sofa, her beautiful features occupying Liang Ruojing’s field of vision.

The scent of lilies enveloped Liang Ruojing. Her reason was already unreliable, and what took effect even faster than the suppressant was the instinctive craving of an Alpha in rut for an Omega.

Liang Ruojing lowered her eyes and saw Ming Tanqing’s hand resting on the sofa.

The knuckles were distinct, and the fingers were elegantly shaped.

Most importantly, they were cool and soft.

It felt very comfortable.

Suddenly, Ming Tanqing felt someone grasp her hand.

Liang Ruojing held her hand in both of hers.

She pressed her face against it.

And gently… nuzzled it.