Becoming the Comfort Alpha for the Aloof Movie Queen - Chapter 95.2

Liang Ruojing hurriedly shook her hand: “It’s my honor.”

She had done it!

That was great!

“Sister Tanqing…”

Liang Ruojing snapped her mouth shut.

The figure that always accompanied her was gone.

Her smile, her touch—would Liang Ruojing ever have the chance to have them again?

Reality gave her no time to wallow in sorrow. Wen Qingjia called her back; they had many details to discuss regarding the film.

Going back in time to 9:00 AM.

Just as she stepped out of the cabin, Ming Tanqing coughed several times in the wind.

Qi Lin was close to her and could see the Omega’s reddened eyes hidden behind the sunglasses.

Her heart ached; Ming Tanqing hadn’t been this disheveled in years.

She hadn’t even managed to have a proper relationship, yet she ended up covered in scars.

On the way back to Baiyu, Qi Lin specifically instructed: “Your body is weak. You haven’t slept all night and you’ve been in the wind. I’ve requested leave from the brand; when you get home, don’t run around. Just rest properly for a day.”

Qi Lin had to call her name three times before Ming Tanqing reacted. Her gaze drifted slowly from outside the car window to her manager, and she nodded.

“I know.”

Qi Lin sighed.

From the moment they left the hotel for the airport, Ming Tanqing had fallen into a very strange state.

Her gaze was always fixed on empty space, as if waiting for something.

A scent, a call, a silhouette.

But there was nothing.

How could there be anything?

She had said those words—did she still expect Liang Ruojing to come looking for her?

She was the one who pushed the Alpha away.

Ming Tanqing had turned off her phone; she didn’t dare receive any messages related to Liang Ruojing.

Her strength was merely a bluff; she was afraid she would soften, crave Liang Ruojing’s warmth, and ultimately leave both of them black and blue.

Baiyu was exactly as cold and silent as Ming Tanqing remembered.

For so many years, she had lived alone.

It was fine.

It didn’t affect her.

Qi Lin turned on the heater for her and instructed: “An assistant will come over in a bit. I’ll call you. Tanqing, take care of yourself.”

Ming Tanqing gave a faint smile.

“I know, Sister Qi. Don’t worry about me.”

Qi Lin patted her shoulder heavily. She walked away two steps, then suddenly turned back.

In the vast living room, Ming Tanqing stood tall and solitary.

She walked to the table, lowered her head, and buried her face in her arms.

The cold sunlight outlined her figure—thin and lonely.

Qi Lin knew Ming Tanqing’s habits.

She had always been this way, unwilling to let others witness her vulnerability.

Qi Lin closed the door and specifically told the assistant to go over later.

Three hours later, at 12:00 PM, Qi Lin received a call from the assistant at the company office.

The assistant’s voice was guilty and panicked: “Sister Ming went out.”

“When did this happen!”

“…I—I don’t know. Sister Ming said she wanted to eat fruit. I went to buy some, and when I came back, she was gone. I called her; she said she has something to do and not to worry.”

Ming Tanqing’s outward appearance could only fool children who looked up to her.

Qi Lin, thinking of past experiences, felt her scalp go numb.

She urgently dialed Ming Tanqing’s number.

Fortunately, she answered.

Ming Tanqing was on the second floor of a cafe.

She was still waiting, her gaze passing over the noisy street, fixed on the entrance of the residential complex.

She would leave after seeing her just once.

Otherwise, she couldn’t sleep, and her heart felt terribly empty.

It turned out she had separation anxiety. It turned out that leaving someone was easy to say, but so hard to do.

Qi Lin soon saw the heavily bundled Ming Tanqing in a private room of the cafe.

She sat down and said softly: “Give her a call.”

Ming Tanqing shook her head, her grayish-blue eyes brimming with tears: “I won’t be able to help myself.”

Still so stubborn.

Qi Lin ordered coffee: “Then I’ll wait with you.”

The lights along the road turned on one by one, but Ming Tanqing never saw that person.

At 6:00 PM, her phone rang. Wen Qingjia had called her.

Ming Tanqing’s back went stiff as she answered the call.

“…Teacher.”

Wen Qingjia’s voice was full of excitement: “You really sent me a treasure. The lead is decided—it’s Liang Ruojing. Happy? We’re out celebrating right now, lots of people here. Want to come?”

So that was it.

Ming Tanqing had forgotten.

She had spoken with Tang Yuecen yesterday morning; it seemed Liang Ruojing had gone to fight for it.

“That’s good.”

Ming Tanqing added: “I have something to do. I’ll hang up now.”

“Wait—” Wen Qingjia sensed something was wrong between the two and asked: “Little Liang is right beside me. Want to say a word to her?”

Ming Tanqing’s eyelashes fluttered. She immediately said “No” and hung up.

A second longer, and she wouldn’t have been able to control her voice.

Qi Lin lightly touched her shoulder.

“Why bother?”

Ming Tanqing lowered her head.

“Sister Qi, let’s go back.”

That night, as expected, Ming Tanqing developed a high fever.

The long-term high-pressure filming + emotional fluctuations + staying up all night + the cold wind caused her body to collapse. Her fever spiked to 38.6°C (101.5°F).

She swallowed some fever reducers herself, waiting until the first round of fever dropped to 38°C before contacting her assistant.

Watching her assistant bustle about, Ming Tanqing felt a daze. She seemed to smell that reassuring mint wine again—and Liang Ruojing.

Especially her eyes.

Always so focused, looking at her so devotedly.

“Sister Tanqing!”

“Sister Tanqing?”

“Sister Tanqing…”

“Sister Ming!” The assistant woke her up and asked: “Do you need anything else?”

Ming Tanqing smiled weakly, her tone gentle and soft: “No, you should go back and rest.”

The assistant’s expression instantly stiffened.

“No, I’m not tired. I’ll wait until your fever breaks before I leave.”

Yesterday’s events had given her a scare.

Ming Tanqing didn’t insist. She took more fever reducers and went back to her room to rest.

Cold.

“Ruojing…”

Her sleep was fragmented, dreaming of many fragments of the past. This time, no one held her.

Ming Tanqing woke up abruptly. It was her assistant calling her.

“Sister Ming, the housekeeper is here. Someone is visiting—seems to be named Liang Ruojing.”

“Hm?”

Ming Tanqing struggled to get up and threw on a coat: “Let her up.”

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it!”

“No,” Ming Tanqing stood up and walked quickly to the door: “I’ll do it.”

Perhaps it was the assistant’s imagination.

But she felt that after this “Liang Ruojing” arrived, Sister Ming’s spirits seemed much more uplifted.

“Ruojing…”

Ming Tanqing opened the door, and the smile froze on her lips.

Outside the door, Xiao Xing’s expression was somewhat awkward.

“Sister Ming, I’ve come to pick up Sister Jing’s things.”

The light in Ming Tanqing’s eyes slowly went out, finally settling into a flawless smile.

“Sure. Come in. She packed them a long time ago.”

Xiao Xing nodded and stepped inside tentatively.

She was in Ming Tanqing’s house!

It was just that Ming Tanqing’s state didn’t look very good.

Her eyes were red, and she looked haggard and pitiable.

The other assistant rushed out from another room, handing a prepared cup of medicine to Ming Tanqing: “Sister Ming, drink your medicine and then rest.”

Oh.

So she’s sick.

That explains it.

Liang Ruojing hadn’t originally intended to leave. The suitcase in the storage room was what she had packed the first time she came.

Xiao Xing, completely unaware, pulled the suitcase out and asked considerately: “Sister Ming, is there anything else?”

Ming Tanqing paused in the middle of drinking her medicine.

“No.”

“Okay! Then I’ll take it! Please rest well.”

Xiao Xing pulled the suitcase and left.

Ming Tanqing finished the medicine and looked at her assistant: “I’m going to the room to rest. Don’t worry about me. Thank you for your hard work.”

“No trouble at all, no trouble.” The assistant waved her hands hurriedly and found a spot on the sofa to sit down.

That spot…

Stop thinking about her!

Ming Tanqing closed the bedroom door and let out a long breath.

Inside the nearby walk-in closet, Liang Ruojing’s clothes assertively declared their presence.

Ming Tanqing stepped inside, letting the faint scent of mint wine pheromones envelop her.

She brought one of the pieces to her nose to smell it.

Too faint.

Ming Tanqing took off her own clothes. Mimicking a heat period, she picked out one of Liang Ruojing’s shirts and carefully buttoned it up in front of the full-length mirror.

After patiently smoothing out the wrinkles, Ming Tanqing looked up, meeting the gaze of the person in the mirror.

That person had a face identical to hers—mouth set in a flat line, blue eyes calm, with a gaze that seemed to have the power to see through people.

She was looking at her.

Mocking her weakness and her ill-timed pride.

Ming Tanqing.

You are alone again.