Becoming the Comfort Alpha for the Aloof Movie Queen - Chapter 62

Her face was buried in a cluster of lilies.

Liang Ruojing’s brain felt like it exploded with a “boom.”

A thigh shifted slightly.

The Omega’s waist trembled. Ming Tanqing bit her lip, nearly crying out loud.

More of the lily scent wafted out, swirling around Liang Ruojing. She was already on the verge of her rut, her glands restless and agitated.

Now triggered by the Omega’s pheromones, the Alpha’s primal desires were awakened. The scent of peppermint liquor instantly poured out, filling every corner of the room.

The combination of chilling alcohol and deep floral fragrance sent a numbing sensation, like an electric current, straight to the depths of her soul.

Unable to control her pheromones, Ming Tanqing spoke in a cold voice: “Liang Ruojing, get up.”

Beneath that cold facade was a diametrically opposite passion.

The rich lily fragrance carried a blunt provocation, enticing the Alpha in her rut.

Restraining the urge to mark her, Liang Ruojing slowly moved away from Ming Tanqing’s side.

In the silent room, there seemed to be a soft “pop” sound.

Liang Ruojing lay down sheepishly, her heart beating so hard it made her dizzy.

It was too quiet.

Two sets of breaths intertwined. Ming Tanqing turned her face away, her legs shrinking back instinctively.

“Sister Tanqing…” Liang Ruojing’s voice was hoarse.

“Shut up!” Ming Tanqing quickly cut her off. After a few seconds, she explained in a weak voice: “It’s too tight.”

Thanks to her past experiences, Liang Ruojing’s mind conjured up images of fabric clinging tightly to the body. Her glands grew increasingly hot, and the peppermint scent in the air became more intense.

In the darkness, Ming Tanqing reached out to push her: “Withdraw your pheromones.”

Liang Ruojing turned around and pressed against the Omega again, saying piteously: “My rut is coming, I can’t control it.”

During an Alpha’s rut, their pheromones secrete a substance that lures an Omega into releasing pheromones to comfort them. The higher the compatibility, the stronger the attraction.

Since her re-differentiation, Ming Tanqing hadn’t re-tested her compatibility with Liang Ruojing. She estimated it was higher than 96.37%. Because just being wrapped in the Alpha’s pheromones made her feel like she was about to surrender all defenses.

Ming Tanqing rolled over, her back looking exceptionally heartless: “Go take a suppressor.”

How cold, Liang Ruojing thought.

Sensing the passion within the lily scent, Liang Ruojing boldly leaned in, her lips touching the Omega’s ear as she whispered: “I didn’t bring any. Sister Tanqing, help me.”

“No…”

The Omega still refused, even though her voice was shaking so much it was barely audible.

Liang Ruojing thought for a moment, and suddenly had a moment of inspiration.

“Sister Tanqing.”

“Are you shy?”

Ming Tanqing replied instantly: “No.”

The lights in the guest room weren’t on. Moonlight filtered through the curtains, enveloping the two of them like a light gauze.

Liang Ruojing propped herself up and successfully caught sight of the blood-red earlobe hidden behind the dark hair. The gland was also pink, emitting a moving lily fragrance.

Liang Ruojing reached out and gently pinched the ear. She rubbed it twice.

“Mmh—”

Just as a sound escaped, Ming Tanqing quickly covered her mouth, refusing to let her gasps be heard.

Liang Ruojing suddenly understood.

“You’re afraid my mom and the others will hear.”

The Omega’s eyes were filled with tears. Her blue eyes weren’t as cool as usual; they were shimmering with water. Combined with her usual distant temperament, it instead stirred up a desire for conquest.

Ming Tanqing didn’t dare move her hand. She didn’t dare gamble on the soundproofing of the guest room.

Liang Ruojing watched motionlessly as the baser instincts of an Alpha grew wildly within her.

So cute, so cute.

The Alpha’s pheromones suddenly exploded.

The cool peppermint liquor, brimming with overflowing passion, squeezed into the Omega’s glands.

Ming Tanqing’s eyes widened. She felt so comfortable her whole body went soft. Unable to bear it, she let out muffled whimpers. She didn’t dare cry out, only sobbing piteously. Her voice was cold yet enchanting.

Half of Liang Ruojing’s body went numb.

The Omega was entirely captured by desire and had little strength left. With a gentle nudge, Liang Ruojing moved Ming Tanqing’s hand away.

Under the moonlight, the face beneath her looked like a blooming lily.

Ming Tanqing blinked, and a hot teardrop fell.

To ZJK: They are just kissing.)

The pheromones signaled an invitation.

Liang Ruojing lowered her head once more, kissing the two lips that had been pressed red by her palm.

Influenced by the Alpha’s pheromones, Ming Tanqing entered a brief state of heat. It was as if her entire being had been soaked in high-concentration pheromone extract; her eyes, her mouth—everything was occupied by the Alpha.

It felt as though her soul was being sucked out by Liang Ruojing. Her vision blurred, seeing the surroundings in a haze.

This was Liang Ruojing’s home. The place where Liang Ruojing grew up. The psychological sense of transgression added fuel to the fire in her glands.

The Alpha’s fingertips brushed over her skin, quickly finding the gland at the back of her neck. Liang Ruojing moved gently, rubbing and massaging it.

Ming Tanqing struggled to suppress herself, her voice kept very low: “…Faster.”

Liang Ruojing propped herself up on her arms, looking at the Omega’s state, and suddenly gave a light laugh.

“Sister Tanqing, I forgot to tell you—our house has excellent soundproofing.”

“You!”

Her shin was suddenly kicked hard.

Liang Ruojing frowned in pain. When her vision focused again, Ming Tanqing had already pulled her clothes together, covering up her fair skin.

“Don’t—”

Liang Ruojing grabbed her, practiced in apologizing: “I should have told you earlier. It’s just that Sister Ming is too cute.”

“You’re getting bolder and bolder.”

Ming Tanqing faced away from her. Her silk robe hung slightly low, revealing a stretch of snow-white back. The loose belt dangled, her waist slender and smooth.

“I want to work hard.”

Ming Tanqing turned around and gave her a reserved look: “Do you want to go on the Spring Festival Gala or act in a movie?”

Liang Ruojing followed the opening provided: “Can’t I just simply want you?”

“Sister Ming, give me a chance,” Liang Ruojing coaxed. “Let me make up for my mistake. I really want to make progress.”

Ming Tanqing’s expression was cold, but the corners of her mouth curled up with a faint smile. She couldn’t get out of bed anyway; the Alpha’s pheromones had her hooked and overflowing. If Liang Ruojing had released them for even a second longer, she would have been driven straight to the edge by that peppermint liquor.

Ming Tanqing tilted her head back, her voice a mere breath.

“Depends on your performance.”

Liang Ruojing laughed outright, lowering her head to gently nuzzle her nose against Ming Tanqing’s face.

The high-concentration pheromones returned like a surging tide. Ming Tanqing gripped Liang Ruojing’s arms with both hands.

A burning gaze kissed every inch of her body.

Liang Ruojing buried her face in the cluster of lilies, taking on Ming Tanqing’s weight.

“Gentle…”

The Omega’s voice remained soft, her breathing gradually becoming rapid before turning into long, drawn-out gasps a few minutes later. Her beautiful eyes were clouded with mist.

Liang Ruojing’s hair was dampened with sweat.

Ming Tanqing’s face flushed at the sight, and she turned her head away to refuse Liang Ruojing’s kiss. The kiss ended up falling on her gland. Ming Tanqing buried her face in the pillow, and amidst the turbulence, she gradually saw the first light of dawn appear outside the window.

Liang Ruojing forgot how she had slipped back in the early morning.

Last night’s experience was so beautiful it hung over her heart like a dream. If she hadn’t seen the bite marks on her shoulder while changing clothes the next day, she really would have thought it was a hallucination.

She had stayed up too late. When she left her room, she specifically checked the time: 9:30 AM.

She went to the guest room next door first, even taking care to straighten her collar before knocking. She had planned everything for today—she could take Sister Ming to a nearby “oxygen bar” resort; it was members-only, so no need to worry about paparazzi.

She tapped lightly on the door. A minute passed without a response.

A bad feeling arose in Liang Ruojing’s heart.

She opened the door.

Sure enough.

The guest room was empty.

Both windows were open, and the cold wind had been blowing for who knows how long; not a trace of last night’s ambiguous atmosphere remained.

Liang Can and Su Jing were downstairs, leaning over the coffee table and chatting.

Liang Ruojing ran down hurriedly: “When did Sister Ming leave?”

“Xiao Tan?” Su Jing recalled. “Around 8:30. She said she had an emergency.”

That’s just Sister Ming’s excuse for keeping people at a distance!

Liang Ruojing’s eyes widened: “Why didn’t you wake me up!”

She had seen it yesterday while helping her bathe—Sister Ming’s inner thighs were all red.

Liang Can looked up and said calmly: “If we had woken you, would she have been able to leave?”

Liang Ruojing froze, hundreds of thoughts flying through her mind. No way, did they figure it out?

However, Su Jing took over the conversation, saying with a smile: “Xiao Jing, next time you see her, help us bring her some return gifts. Tanqing was too generous.”

Suppressing her panic, Liang Ruojing noticed several gift boxes sitting by the coffee table. Red wine, ginseng, ink… all things their family usually used. On the table were also two square boxes with even more exquisite packaging.

One contained a wristwatch; the other was a hair pin.

Su Jing: “I was wearing a hair pin yesterday. The color and style are identical to that one, but the material of this one is much better.”

The watch was a Patek Philippe 1950 classic model. Liang Ruojing looked back and realized that the one on Liang Can’s wrist was exactly a Patek 1950. She must have noticed it yesterday while they were making dumplings together.

Liang Ruojing was deeply shaken.

When did Sister Ming arrange all this? She hadn’t noticed at all. She had always known Sister Ming was meticulous, but she hadn’t expected her to be this thorough.

Liang Can picked up her new watch and stood up. Passing the stunned Liang Ruojing, she let out an imperceptible sigh.

Liang Ruojing’s Spring Festival break was comparable to that of a high school senior.

On the third day of the lunar new year, she was called back to the company by Tang Yuecen to attend an offline event for YC at a local shopping mall.

Back then, Liang Ruojing had debuted based on a promotional video that went viral across the internet. The company, seeing her talent for generating buzz, had initially planned a “trending starlet” route for her.

“S-rank Alpha,” “Peking University Scholar,” “Yanjing Socialite”…

Several labels had trailed after her for an entire year. It wasn’t until she won her first Best Newcomer TV Queen award that the company saw her potential as an actress.

But being an actress required not only good acting skills but also good scripts and opportunities. Before the broadcast of Pursuit of Revenge, Liang Ruojing was still essentially a trending starlet under Guanghe Media.

Being a trending star meant maintaining popularity was essential.

At the side entrance of the International Trade Building, a white nanny van drove toward them from a distance under everyone’s gaze. Even before it arrived, thunderous cheers erupted from the surroundings.

Security guards had to hold hands to form a line, using their bodies to block the frenzied fans.

“Liang Ruojing!!!”

“Goddess!! I love you!!!”

“Xiao Jing!! Happy New Year, ahhh!”

The car door opened, and Liang Ruojing stepped out with her long legs—wearing a long trench coat and black trousers. Her narrow waist and broad shoulders perfectly outlined the fine physique of an Alpha.

She had already had her hair and makeup done at her apartment. Her flaxen hair was tied into a sharp high ponytail, and black sunglasses sat on her high nose bridge.

She took off the sunglasses, revealing a pair of golden eyes. Her red lips curled slightly, exuding an uninhibited charm.

“Ruojing!!!!”

“Wife, marry me!!!”

“Wife is so handsome!”

Liang Ruojing lowered her head as she walked, signing her name on one paper after another handed over by fans. The camera flashes were blinding, but the smile on her face remained flawlessly perfect.

It wasn’t until Liang Ruojing entered the mall and the staff closed the doors that the frantic shouting behind her gradually faded.

Liang Ruojing stepped into the lounge. The moment the door closed; she deflated like a leaking balloon.

“I haven’t done an offline event in so long, I forgot there would be so many people!” She mumbled while slumped over the table. “Those few steps just now were more tiring than Director Lin making me do five retakes.”

Tang Yuecen walked over: “What, do you want to join a film crew now?”

Liang Ruojing propped her face up with her hands: “Don’t say it, I really do.”

Not only could she act, but she could also see Sister Ming every day.

“Hmph,” Tang Yuecen raised an eyebrow. “I won’t bother exposing you.”

Liang Ruojing grinned foolishly.

The collaborating makeup artist soon entered. Liang Ruojing’s hair and makeup needed a major overhaul. YC’s spring line focused on “class,” so she needed to put on a more mature and charming look.

To avoid smudging the makeup, she usually changed her clothes first. It was a black backless evening gown, with a cut similar to the one she wore at Sister Ming’s wrap party.

Xiao Xing was helping her inside.

Liang Ruojing took off her shirt, and a sudden gasp came from behind her.

“Sister Jing! Your—your back…”

Hmm?

Liang Ruojing turned to look in the mirror, and her heart skipped a beat.

Her back was covered in marks scratched out by Ming Tanqing.