I Topped the Aloof Omega in a Scummy Alpha Novel - Chapter 47

With the clothes torn like that, how could she face anyone?

“Good, that was excellent improvisation. Director Gu gave the monitor a thumbs-up. She even felt that Bian Yunchen and Ling Yao had become one and the same.

Tears glistened in Bian Yunchen’s eyes, and a drop of clear, crystalline tear rolled down to her chin like a broken string of pearls, as if she were the one who had been beaten.

Xuan Yuchi covered her cheek, her wronged expression resembling a tragic protagonist from a Korean melodrama, holding the sheep trotter but unwilling to put it down.

Director Gu: “What’s going on? Did the camera jam?”

She asked the cameraman over the walkie-talkie.

Ling Yao got out of bed and left coldly.

Xuan Yuchi didn’t immediately follow. After a moment, she walked out of the room. Staff immediately surrounded her, asking about the situation, but Xuan Yuchi didn’t say a word. When they pressed her, she simply ran away quickly.

She seemed to be filled with resentment.

She ran frantically on the blue-brick and flagstone roads of the ancient city. Only when she couldn’t run anymore did she stop, breathless.

She had forgotten her place.

She was in a predicament where a single text message meant compliance.

Xiao Chichi “obediently” got into the sugar daddy’s RV. Only Bian Yunchen was inside, with all the curtains drawn. She was sitting on a white leather sofa, having changed out of her costume. She wore a dark blue cheongsam with small slits, covered by a thin, long purple cardigan. Her hair was pulled to one side, and she looked listless.

Xuan Yuchi closed the car door and stood only by the entrance, head lowered, her small lambskin shoes scuffing the RV floor, the grating sound like a student being punished by a teacher for standing but still being defiant.

She hadn’t done anything wrong in this matter.

She firmly would not admit fault.

“Drip drip drip drip drip!”

The water on the side bar counter boiled. Bian Yunchen stood up, smoothed the tiny creases on her cheongsam, walked to the bar, and unhurriedly brewed a few cups of tea: “There’s mouthwash by the sink.”

Xuan Yuchi pressed her two legs together, walked over in a few steps, and took a sip of mouthwash. The mint flavor rushed into her mouth, cool and slightly stinging. She obediently gargled five or six times, breathed onto her palm, and brought it to her nose to ensure there was no strange odor, then rinsed her mouth again with clear water.

The five small teacups were all brewed and poured into five mini teacups: West Lake Longjing, Biluochun, White Peony, Tieguanyin, and Ripe Pu’er.

Bian Yunchen looked graceful pouring the tea, holding herself well, truly having the demeanor of a high-society lady. Although this wasn’t the first time Xuan Yuchi had watched her make tea, she couldn’t help but steal a few glances.

“Come here.”

Xuan Yuchi was called over.

“Drink them all.” Bian Yunchen sat back down on the sofa, legs crossed, hands placed on her thighs, her manner elegant, her words domineering.

The tea was still hot.

Xuan Yuchi held the cups, blew on them for a long time, and drank them one by one until all the cups were empty. The fragrance lingered in her mouth, but she personally didn’t like such refined beverages; they always reminded her of the Xuan family’s ancestral home, with its black tiles and white walls, where the eaves funneled rain into a central courtyard, and the rain carried a faint, elusive smell of mold.

“Finished drinking.”

Her words sounded like, I’ve finished my homework, can I leave now?

And her teacher said, Finished so quickly? It seems I didn’t assign enough.

“My shoulders are sore.” Bian Yunchen sat upright and glanced at her indifferently.

Xuan Yuchi went over again to massage her shoulders, silent and expressionless.

Bian Yunchen, however, was relaxed, eyes closed, leisurely and at ease. It was only when the cardigan on her body was peeled off and her arm made intimate contact with someone’s fingers that she half-opened her eyes.

Xuan Yuchi pinched the cardigan that had slipped halfway down and pulled it back up for her.

She hadn’t done it on purpose.

She let out a yawn.

“Tired?” Bian Yunchen asked her, opening her eyes.

Xuan Yuchi’s voice was full of sleepiness: “Mhm.”

Bian Yunchen pulled her to sit down with one hand, then stood up herself and held her head.

A cool, clean scent penetrated Xuan Yuchi’s nose through her clothes, instantly eliminating all her unhappiness.

Bian Yunchen ran her hand through the back of her head, haphazardly rubbing her hair, brushing past her earlobe, and finally pinching her face to make her look straight at her.

“You yesterday…”

She was silent for a long time before uttering those few words, as if the phrase was profoundly humiliating to her.

Xuan Yuchi hastily interrupted her: “We didn’t do anything yesterday. If you don’t believe me, you can check the surveillance. After I drove her out, I went to your room to look for you, but you weren’t there.”

Bian Yunchen scrutinized her like a judge interrogating a prisoner: “Don’t lie to me.”

Xuan Yuchi: “If I’m lying to you, I’ll die.”

In the past, Bian Yunchen truly wished she would die, so she wouldn’t have to search heaven and earth for her, and wouldn’t be driven mad by the scattered bits of news about her.

“So, I misunderstood you?” Bian Yunchen curved a smile at the corner of her mouth, her fingertip gently scratching Xuan Yuchi’s face as a reward.

Xuan Yuchi wrapped her arms around Bian Yunchen’s slender waist, cooing: “Isn’t that right? You need to make it up to me.”

Their gazes met, and their thoughts converged.

The pure-hearted person revealed a look of greed.

The aloof person transformed into a sea of desire.

The world turned upside down. It was a pity for the silk cheongsam, crafted with Xiangyun silk artistry; the small slit was ripped directly up to the waist, making it easier to kiss that snowy white and sexy dip in her side.

Someone knocked on the door outside.

Liu Assistant: “Sister Yunchen, are you inside?”

Xuan Yuchi’s lips paused at Bian Yunchen’s waist.

Damn, with the clothes like this, how is Yunchen supposed to face anyone?

The person beneath her, however, was overcome by passion. She hooked Xuan Yuchi’s slick finger with hers, her voice unusually soft: “Continue…”

Xuan Yuchi hesitated slightly. She hadn’t locked the door, but she hoped the car couldn’t be opened directly from the outside.

She slowed down until the knocking outside stopped, then she put her full effort into it. Her mouth wasn’t idle either, kissing and soothing every inch of Bian Yunchen’s skin.

She was getting close.

Tears brimmed in Bian Yunchen’s eyes. She was about to faint, yet the person above her still seemed unsatisfied.

She desperately clasped Xuan Yuchi’s other hand, their fingers intertwined, and weakly said, “You…”

Before she could finish the sentence, her body uncontrollably trembled, and the dam burst.

“Mark me…”

It was an entreaty.

An entreaty that cast aside all self-respect.

Xuan Yuchi stroked her back, lay on top of her, and kissed her shoulder.

However, this series of actions was a cover for her difficult choice.

If she marked Yunchen, did she truly have the confidence to be a good wife to her?

Marriages could end in divorce, but the pain of an Omega washing away a mark was unimaginable to her.

Even a temporary mark—the injection of an Alpha’s pheromones into an Omega’s scent gland—was, in Xuan Yuchi’s mind, a level of intimacy that far surpassed physical lovemaking.

She needed to think about it more.

“No hurry.”

She kissed Yunchen’s nape again and held her tightly.

Director Gu was replaced.

It was rumored that her wife had raised a fuss with the investor, and if she wasn’t replaced, Sun Wan would go all out for mutual destruction. Naturally, the investor didn’t want to take any risks and contacted a new director that very night. Coincidentally, it was the one originally scheduled.

Director Chen had withdrawn from the project only a week prior. She had miscarried due to shock after catching her husband cheating, and was now devoting herself entirely to her career. She watched the first cut by the editor and wasn’t satisfied, immediately reshooting the supporting roles’ parts.

A few days later, she found Bian Yunchen.

“I believe this intimate scene is necessary,” Director Chen said frankly. “But I don’t like her script. There’s no need to expose so much. This is the new storyboard I drew up.”

Bian Yunchen took it and looked. Aside from some necessary physical contact, the rest was very subtle, without any sensational parts. It matched the tone of the movie well and enriched the characters.

“Alright,” she agreed.

This time, Ling Yao was the one to enter the room last. The camera focused on her from the perspective of the strange woman. The two sat side-by-side on the edge of the bed and spoke a few words softly. The voices were not recorded. Who knows what the strange woman said, but Ling Yao, who had been gloomy for so long, actually laughed. She fell back onto the bed, giggling non-stop.

Then they kissed, kissing with all their might. Their clothes became wrinkled. The silhouettes of the two figures on the windowpane were deeply entangled. The old chandelier flickered on and off. Ling Yao laughed and shed two lines of tears, crying for herself and laughing at herself.

“Cut!”

The staff outside the room applauded in unison.

The two walked out of the room one after the other. Xuan Yuchi looked a little shy, unlike Bian Yunchen, who was calm and composed, and even went to the director to watch the playback.

Director Chen said: “Having an actress like Yunchen is a stroke of luck for the film industry.”

There was plenty of flattery. Staff brought in a cake to congratulate Bian Yunchen on wrapping up her shoot, and even Amy came.

She stood beside Xuan Yuchi, and together they watched Bian Yunchen being surrounded by people. Cameras captured the moment she sliced the cake.

Amy said: “There has never been a person like her. The moment I saw her, I knew she was destined for stardom.”

Xuan Yuchi asked: “Does she genuinely like acting?”

She had always thought that being an actress was Yunchen’s mild betrayal of her family.

Amy smiled and asked in return: “What do you think?”

After the cake, they went to the wrap party.

Producer Gao was very satisfied with Xuan Yuchi’s performance and said she would bring her along for the next movie. Then came round after round of toasts. Strangely, for a production assistant, she inexplicably became the person toasted the most throughout the party.

When the wrap party ended, she was tipsy, leaning on Bian Yunchen’s shoulder. The two walked back to the hotel, cooled by the cold wind.

She thought she heard Bian Yunchen ask her why she was unwilling to mark her.

Xuan Yuchi, in a daze, said she hadn’t thought it through yet.

Then Bian Yunchen took her phone and returned it to her before she slept.

She was awakened in the middle of the night by her phone ringing.

It was A Fan’s mother calling.

A Fan had returned to the capital recently and was in a car accident yesterday. She barely survived and now really wanted to see her.

Xuan Yuchi immediately hailed a taxi outside. By the time she reached the capital, the sky was already bright.

A Fan had injuries all over her face, several parts of her body were wrapped in bandages, and she had an IV drip in the back of her hand. When she saw Xuan Yuchi, she beamed: “Yuchi, I missed you so much.”

Xuan Yuchi’s first thought was how cheesy A Fan sounded.

A Fan wasn’t someone who said cheesy things, and the two of them used to interact much more roughly.

She must have either survived a near-death experience or had her brain damaged by the car crash.

Xuan Yuchi felt she should be more tolerant of a patient, so she agreed: “Mhm, I missed you too.”

But if she knew there was someone standing outside the hospital room, she wouldn’t have said that.

The two talked for quite a while. For some reason, A Fan was extremely happy, laughing at everything Xuan Yuchi said.

She pulled Xuan Yuchi’s wrist and suddenly kissed her on the cheek.

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