Becoming the Comfort Alpha for the Aloof Movie Queen - Chapter 79.2

Wen Qingjia checked a message: “They should be here soon.”

Five minutes later, the sound of a car engine shutting off came from outside the villa’s iron gate, followed by steady footsteps. The door was pushed open, and Liang Ruojing smelled a familiar Alpha pheromone.

Yu Feng’s face appeared before them.

Ming Tanqing frowned.

Evidently, she hadn’t known about this beforehand.

Liang Ruojing’s heart sank.

Wen Qingjia explained: “Xiao Feng happened to be in the area, so I invited her along. You don’t mind, do you?”

Liang Ruojing: “I don’t mind.”

All signs already indicated that as the female lead of Palace Lyrics, Yu Feng would appear in Palace Lyrics 2.

Since Liang Ruojing’s goal was to be selected as the lead, contact with Yu Feng was inevitable.

Whether at Director Wen’s house or on the film set.

Ming Tanqing pursed her lips and lowered her head to take a sip of tea, avoiding eye contact with Yu Feng.

The meal proceeded lukewarmly.

At the table, Wen Qingjia asked Liang Ruojing many questions.

Was she classically trained? What dramas had she filmed? Which university did she graduate from? Which company was she with?

Liang Ruojing answered them one by one, feeling inevitably a bit pleased.

No wonder Ming-jie had specifically helped her pick out her clothes before leaving—it turned out to be a “Beautiful Alpha” tactic.

Liang Ruojing also noticed that Ming Tanqing seemed disinterested; she spoke little and ate even less.

After the meal, Ming Tanqing and Wen Qingjia went upstairs. Liang Ruojing held a blue-eyed white cat and wandered slowly around the first-floor living room.

The wall near the stairs was covered with photographs. Liang Ruojing looked through them one by one, discovering they were all group photos—with students, with friends, with film crews… everything was there.

In this regard, Ming Tanqing and Wen Qingjia were very similar.

Though living solitary lives, they would specifically set aside a corner of their homes to store their connections with the world.

Liang Ruojing continued looking and successfully found a photo of Ming Tanqing and Wen Qingjia in the very center.

The photo was taken at the Drama Academy. Ming Tanqing was smiling; even the simplest white shirt and blue skirt looked dazzlingly radiant on her, making it impossible to look away.

That annoying voice rang out at that moment.

“This one,” Yu Feng walked over and said leisurely, “This was taken when Tanqing first entered the school. She was already a big star then. Wearing these clothes, who knows how many people she took photos with.”

Liang Ruojing retorted sharply, “Do you dare call her that when Sister Tanqing is around?”

The irritation in Yu Feng’s eyes was well hidden.

“You think you’re special to Ming Tanqing, don’t you?”

Liang Ruojing covered the little cat’s ears and moved elsewhere.

Yu Feng pursued her relentlessly, saying sinisterly behind Liang Ruojing’s back:

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself. With a family like hers, it’s impossible for Ming Tanqing to establish an intimate relationship with anyone.”

Liang Ruojing’s figure stiffened.

Yu Feng smiled triumphantly.

“She really hasn’t told you.”

“Beg me, and I’ll tell you.”

Liang Ruojing looked up. “If she doesn’t want to say it, why should I want to know?”

“The more you know, the more she won’t like you.”

Liang Ruojing let out a cold laugh. “Can you stop being so persistent? It’s very annoying.”

Meanwhile, in the second-floor study.

Ming Tanqing was chatting with Wen Qingjia about recent events—from her sudden illness to the appearance of Liang Ruojing.

After Wen Qingjia finished listening, she let out a long sigh. “You’ve suffered.”

Ming Tanqing looked out the window, a shimmer of tears in her eyes. “…It’s nothing. I knew this day would come sooner or later.”

Wen Qingjia hesitated before asking, “Do you know about the recent events in your family?”

Ming Tanqing lowered her eyes.

If she meant Ming Peide’s illegitimate child, she had known about that thirteen years ago.

Calculating the time, it should be time for differentiation.

A few seconds later, Ming Tanqing said, “I don’t care. Their affairs have nothing to do with me.”

“Whether there is a debt of gratitude or not, I’ve already paid it all back.”

Wen Qingjia walked to the window. From this angle, she could see the small garden in the front yard clearly.

In the center, sitting on a small stool, the Alpha in the military-green coat was stroking a cat, leaning over with a very gentle posture.

Wen Qingjia turned around, looking at Ming Tanqing, and said earnestly:

“Even if their affairs have nothing to do with you, don’t let them affect your attitude toward relationships.”

Ming Tanqing stepped forward and also saw Liang Ruojing.

As if by telepathy, Liang Ruojing happened to turn her head and broke into a brilliant smile for the Omega.

Ming Tanqing’s voice was very soft: “I’m afraid.”

Afraid of intimate relationships, and afraid of Alphas.

Wen Qingjia rubbed Ming Tanqing’s head.

“What about the feeling in your heart?”

Ming Tanqing placed her hand against the glass.

Liang Ruojing was happily stroking the cats, her bones feeling soft from the sun.

This was practically her dream retirement life—put another stool next to her, and she could bask in the sun with Sister Tanqing.

Yu Feng had also become sensible and didn’t follow her out again.

Thinking about what Yu Feng had just said, Liang Ruojing felt a chill in her heart. She immediately buried her face in the orange cat’s belly to take a deep breath, refusing to let her mood be affected.

Su Jing and Liang Can had given her a very healthy upbringing.

Liang Ruojing had eyes to see, ears to hear, and a heart to feel.

But…

The corners of Liang Ruojing’s mouth flattened, and she took another breath of cat.

This time, what flooded her nasal cavity was a rich lily fragrance, with a hint of herbal crispness upon closer sniffing.

“Ming-jie!”

Ming Tanqing suddenly appeared beside her, leaning over and blocking out the sun.

Looking at the “meowing” cats around them, Ming Tanqing remarked, “You really are popular with cats.”

Liang Ruojing gave a “hehe” laugh. “I was liked by cats even before I differentiated.”

“Don’t move.”

Ming Tanqing leaned down, slowly drawing closer to Liang Ruojing.

The Omega pheromones lingering at the tip of her nose became increasingly apparent, and Liang Ruojing’s mind began to wander.

Just as they were at their closest, the distance was pulled back.

Ming Tanqing took a step back, smiling as she shook the fur in her hand. “There was cat hair on your head.”

Liang Ruojing stared quietly at the person before her.

For about a minute, the two looked at each other, and neither said a word.

Ming Tanqing took a step forward, closing in on Liang Ruojing, and asked in a low voice, “You’re unhappy. Why?”

For the first time, an impulse to “escape” arose within Liang Ruojing. She turned her face away, casting her gaze toward the roses blooming in the corner.

“I’m jealous of Yu Feng.”

That was right. She was jealous.

This emotion was ugly, but she was jealous nonetheless.

Ming Tanqing reached out, gently turning Liang Ruojing’s head back to lock eyes with her.

She asked, “Why?”

Liang Ruojing blinked.

She thought she didn’t know, but as soon as she opened her mouth, many sentences slid out.

“She has achievements similar to yours. When you stand with her, no one thinks you have no connection.”

“She was your classmate and once sat in the same classroom as you.”

“She… knows many of your friends.”

Liang Ruojing took a deep breath.

She finally understood what she was jealous of.

“She participated in your past, while I know nothing about it.”

Liang Ruojing thought that if she could have appeared earlier, could she also have entered Ming Tanqing’s youth?

Or perhaps even earlier—she wanted to spirit Ming-jie away from that terrible Ming family estate.

Ming Tanqing’s gaze was moved. She looked at Liang Ruojing and said word for word:

“Ruojing, my past is not worth mentioning; even I don’t want to remember it. You have my present.”

Liang Ruojing froze.

She wanted to ask: What about the future? Will we have a future?

At this moment, the sound of conversation came from behind.

It was Yu Feng and Wen Qingjia coming out.

Liang Ruojing hurriedly fixed her expression, not wanting the sight of her leaking emotions to be exposed to anyone other than Ming Tanqing.

But Ming Tanqing did not move; she continued to gaze deeply at Liang Ruojing.

“Sister Tanqing?”

Liang Ruojing quietly reached out to hook Ming Tanqing’s hand.

In the next second, whatever the answer was no longer mattered.

Ming Tanqing leaned down and directly kissed Liang Ruojing’s lips.