Everyone Loves the Alpha, But He’s Not Interested [Transmigration] - Chapter 30

Ren Rong stood outside holding a cup of hot water, completely stunned by what she saw.

Yu Qingxue noticed Ren Rong’s blank expression from the corner of her eye. She reached out and gently pushed Ning Xi away.

“I’m not tired. I can do it myself.”

Only after the two separated did Ren Rong cautiously walk over.

“Ms. Ning, President Yu, please have some hot water. You’ve worked hard.”

Ning Xi took one of the cups, brought it to her lips to test the temperature, found it just right, then turned and handed the cup to Yu Qingxue.

“It’s perfect to drink.”

Ren Rong almost couldn’t believe her eyes. Yu Qingxue had actually accepted the cup Ning Xi had already drunk from. She silently withdrew her own hand holding the other cup. Her heart was trembling.

What on earth just happened? Before they went in, everything seemed perfectly normal. Why did they come out acting so close?

Did they really get that familiar in just over an hour?

“Ms. Ning, if you’re thirsty, please take this one.” Ren Rong couldn’t help but offer her own cup, seeing how Ning Xi was still focused on Yu Qingxue.

Ning Xi frowned slightly, feeling somewhat disturbed.

But when she saw the look on Ren Rong’s face, as if she was about to cry, she still took the cup.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Ren Rong sniffled inwardly. Ms. Ning had just seemed so intimidating.

After the two finished drinking, Ren Rong quickly collected the empty cups and rushed away.

Director Jiang Yuanxin had gone over every detail of the set with his usual sharp eye. After having everything rearranged to his satisfaction, he checked the time. It was just after eight forty-five.

“Where are the leads?” he asked as he stepped outside.

A crew member answered, “Director Jiang, the leads are getting their makeup touched up. I’ll go check on them.”

Ning Xi and Yu Qingxue soon returned with their hair and makeup redone. Jiang Yuanxin had already cleared the room. Only the necessary female Beta camerawoman, the female Beta lighting technician, and the director himself remained. He had done everything he could to create a relaxed atmosphere for the two actresses.

As soon as the crew member saw them approaching calmly, she ran over to greet them.

“Ms. Ning, President Yu, Director Jiang has finished the setup. You can go in directly.”

“Thank you,” Yu Qingxue said with a polite nod.

Ning Xi had been watching Yu Qingxue’s every move. When she saw her nod, she did the same.

The Beta crew member, being thanked by both a stunning Alpha and Omega at once, felt like she was dreaming. Her face turned red and she stammered out a reply.

“You’re welcome.”

Ning Xi and Yu Qingxue walked to the entrance of the set and pushed the door open. Jiang Yuanxin’s anxious expression relaxed when he saw them enter.

“You’re finally here. I made some changes to the set. Come here and let me explain how to use a few of the props to make your movements during the dialogue feel more intimate and stir up the audience’s emotions.”

After hearing his explanation, Ning Xi had to admit his aesthetic sense was excellent. Just imagining some of the suggested gestures was enough to make her blush and her heart race.

“Try a rehearsal first and see how it feels,” Jiang said, stepping behind the camera.

“Scene thirty-six, take one. Mark.”

“Action.”

The large jade-tiled bathhouse was filled with rising mist as Feng Yunyan and Dong Lingxue walked in side by side. They stood at the center of the pool, soft steam curling around their feet.

Feng Yunyan was dressed in sleek black martial attire. Her long hair, tied with a black ribbon, fell like a waterfall down her back. Her eyebrows were elegant, and her dark eyes held a subtle, penetrating glow.

Lowering her long lashes, Feng Yunyan spoke calmly to Dong Lingxue.

“I heard many talented young disciples in the Martial Alliance admire you.”

She paused briefly, then continued.

“I wonder what kind of Alpha you like.”

Dong Lingxue stood across from her in flowing white robes. Half of her hair was tied up with a white jade hairpin, the rest falling down her back. Her forehead was exposed, framed by delicate brows like drifting smoke. Her lashes curled naturally. Her light-colored eyes were soft, her small nose refined, and her lips were full and naturally pink. There was an innocent air about her.

“What does it feel like to like someone?”

She asked softly, then turned to face the pool.

“I think they all feel the same. Nothing really stands out.”

She crouched down gracefully, lifting her sleeve, and gently stirred the water with her fingertips.

Feng Yunyan stood behind her, looking down at the pale wrist she had exposed. In a soft voice, she asked,

“Have you never thought about who you might marry someday?”

Dong Lingxue paused. Droplets of water slipped through her fingers, creating ripples across the surface of the pool. She turned her head, looking up at Feng Yunyan and meeting her steady gaze.

Then she turned back to look at the water, her eyes fixed on her distorted reflection.

“My only goal is to train in martial arts, protect the weak, and be a saintess that people respect. As for a husband, my father will decide for me.”

She stood up.

“As long as he doesn’t mistreat me, anyone will be fine.”

“Yunyan, why do you always ask these kinds of questions? Weren’t we in a hurry to bathe? Stop thinking about those people. Come on.”

Dong Lingxue took Feng Yunyan’s hand.

The two of them walked together behind the screen.

“Cut. That was good,” Jiang Yuanxin said with a smile from behind the camera.

“Qingxue, the lines you added worked very well. The leads will now remove their outer clothes behind the screen. Be careful not to damage the costumes.”

“Props, check the incense burner and add more incense. We don’t want the smoke running out in the middle of the take.”

Behind the screen, Yu Qingxue stood with her back to Ning Xi. She placed her hands on her jade belt, ready to untie it. Ning Xi stepped forward and gently caught her hands.

Yu Qingxue’s heart skipped a beat.

“You…”

“President Yu, let me help you.”

Ning Xi’s hands moved slightly, guiding her to turn around.

Yu Qingxue could not resist. She turned in the direction of Ning Xi’s touch. Her cheeks turned bright red, like they were brushed with rouge.

Without her hair covering them, her ears looked as red as if they had been dipped in blood.

Even when not filming, Ning Xi had completely merged with the assertive personality of Feng Yunyan. She was more confident, more direct than before.

She had forgotten entirely that there was still an Alpha and Omega difference between them.

And Yu Qingxue, though she could have reminded her, could have said no, chose not to. Deep down, she didn’t want to. She gave in to her own hidden desires.

In the scene, Ning Xi played the possessive Feng Yunyan. But off camera, the one who was truly possessive and greedy was Yu Qingxue.

To make Dong Lingxue appear more ethereal, Yu Qingxue wore five layers of skirts, ensuring that the arc they created when she moved was beautiful.

Ning Xi helped her untie the jade belt, and the outer three skirts fell softly to the floor.

The two inner layers were sewn together. Yu Qingxue’s heart was racing. She could not handle the tension anymore.

“I’ll do the rest myself.”

She stepped over the discarded skirts and walked two or three meters away. When she saw that Ning Xi had not followed her, she felt relieved but also strangely disappointed.

Ning Xi picked up the garments from the floor. When she looked up again, Yu Qingxue had removed all her outer clothing. She now wore white silk trousers and a silver-red embroidered dudou. A vividly lifelike lotus flower was stitched at its center.

Under the soft, hazy lighting, Yu Qingxue’s bare shoulders and slender arms appeared smooth and pale.

She held her outer garment with one arm and extended her other hand toward Ning Xi.
“Pass me the skirt and belt.”

Ning Xi walked over and handed them to her.

“I’ve never seen any of your films, President Yu. Have you ever done a scene like this before?” Ning Xi asked while untying her own belt.

Yu Qingxue watched as the black belt slipped from Ning Xi’s waist. Her slender fingers gripped the fabric near her collar, her mind completely blank. Her voice came out soft and slightly hoarse.
“I think I have. But maybe not. I don’t really remember.”

Ning Xi swiftly removed her outfit. Her costume resembled modern clothing, designed for convenience and easy movement.

Hearing Yu Qingxue’s vague response, Ning Xi smiled.
“If you have time, you should watch your old films with me.”

“Sure,” Yu Qingxue replied, her gaze flicking quickly across Ning Xi’s dark green silk dudou. Her mind instantly pictured Ning Xi in that green silk nightdress she had worn before.

With her cool, fair complexion, Ning Xi looked especially stunning in deep-colored clothing. It suited her so well.

“Are the two leads ready?” Director Jiang Yuanxin called from behind the camera, holding his megaphone.

“We’re ready,” Ning Xi answered, lifting her arm. Her hand appeared just above the screen as she made an “OK” gesture.

“Alright, let’s start the next shot.”

“Scene thirty-six, shot two. Take one. Mark.”

“Action.”

The camera focused on the carved jade screen. Behind it, the sound of fabric shifting could be heard. Suddenly, a black piece of clothing was tossed over the top of the screen, then another, and another. Next came a flowing white garment.

At one point, a slender pale wrist briefly appeared above the screen, quickly disappearing again. The fleeting moment was enough to stir the imagination.

“Cut. Qingxue missed the throw with the belt. Let’s try that again.”

The clothes were taken down and thrown again. Now familiar with the movement, the two executed it smoothly on the next try.

“Scene thirty-six, shot three. Take one. Mark.”

“Action.”

Dong Lingxue took Feng Yunyan’s hand and stepped out from behind the screen. The two entered the pool together. The warm water embraced their bodies. A pleasant fragrance drifted into Dong Lingxue’s nose. She glanced toward the incense burner surrounded by mist, then walked over and placed a hand on the white jade platform.

“What kind of incense is this? I don’t think I’ve ever smelled it before,” she asked curiously.

“It’s a calming blend I made myself,” Feng Yunyan replied, leaning against the white jade wall. Her skin appeared even paler than the stone. Her long lashes fell like feathers as she slowly closed her eyes, casting a faint shadow on her cheeks.
“If you like it, I can give you some.”

“I’d love that,” Dong Lingxue said, copying her by leaning against the jade wall as well. Her eyes gently closed.
“So this is calming incense. No wonder I feel lighter… a bit drowsy, even.”

From across the water, Feng Yunyan opened her eyes and stared at Dong Lingxue through the haze. Her gaze was deep and unreadable, like storm clouds brewing behind her eyes.

Sensing something, Dong Lingxue’s eyelashes fluttered. She opened her eyes slightly, the hint of drowsiness still there, and looked toward Feng Yunyan. But Feng Yunyan was back to her original posture, resting with her eyes closed.

Dong Lingxue felt an odd sense of unease. She decided not to rest after all and began idly stirring the water in front of her. But as time passed, she felt her strength gradually slipping away.

Panic crept in. Her footing slipped, and she was about to fall when Feng Yunyan suddenly swam over and caught her around the waist.

With her back against the jade wall, Dong Lingxue found Feng Yunyan right in front of her, breathing slightly heavier than before.
“Lingxue, your body has a unique scent…”

Feng Yunyan’s voice was low and raspy. Her dark eyes seemed to hold back something intense. Dong Lingxue stared into them, and the scent of the incense seemed to grow stronger as Feng Yunyan leaned closer. Her limbs felt weaker.

“Don’t. Yunyan, don’t touch me.”

Feng Yunyan obeyed, letting Dong Lingxue push her away. She stood to the side, watching Dong Lingxue bite her lip and summon her inner strength to resist.

A short while later, her heat cycle began. Feng Yunyan returned to her side. Her rough fingertips rubbed firmly against the small bump of a gland at the back of Dong Lingxue’s neck.

Dong Lingxue let out a whimper.

“Dong Lingxue, you belong to me.” Feng Yunyan lowered her head and bit into the gland with force.

“Cut.”

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