Reborn a Scummy Alpha, Happily Ever After with the Movie Queen - Chapter 19

Everyone’s attention was fixed on Ye Youyi, who was limp in Wen Tang’s arms. The crew hurriedly followed her as she carried Ye Youyi out. Director Li Zheng’s expression turned grave.

“Take her to the hospital right away—go!”

Qiu Qiu, flustered and anxious, rushed forward. “I’ll drive! Hurry!”

Fortunately, the hospital wasn’t far from the film set. In about twenty minutes, Qiu Qiu’s car pulled up at the emergency entrance.

Wen Tang got out first, carefully cradling Ye Youyi in her arms as she stepped steadily down from the car.

When the test results came back, Qiu Qiu immediately called Director Li Zheng, who was still worried sick.

“Director Li, she’s fine. Just exhaustion and a touch of low blood sugar from skipping meals. Nothing serious, so please don’t worry.”

By the time the IV drip was started, Ye Youyi had gradually regained consciousness, though she still looked terribly weak.

She watched as the door opened and Wen Tang came in, carrying a thermos.

“The doctor said your blood sugar dropped because you hadn’t eaten all day,” Wen Tang said softly. “So, I went downstairs to get you some porridge. Try to eat a little first.”

Seeing Ye Youyi’s half-lidded eyes glance toward the thermos in her hands, Wen Tang set it on the bedside table and ladled a small bowl of porridge.

The hot, thick porridge still steamed, wisps of vapor curling around the Alpha’s face as she bent her head to blow it cool. The gentle haze softened her usually cold, ascetic features, making her look quietly human—and achingly beautiful.

Ye Youyi watched silently, a strange heat blooming in her chest.

When Wen Tang lifted the spoon to her lips, she finally blinked back to herself. Gazing down at the steaming spoon, an unexpected ache welled in her throat.

Seeing her hesitate, Wen Tang thought perhaps she didn’t like the porridge. But then she noticed her reddened eyes, the shimmer of tears that refused to fall, and her heart instantly softened.

She set the bowl down, took a tissue, and gently wiped at the corners of Ye Youyi’s eyes.

“What’s wrong? You don’t like the porridge?”

Her tone was gentle, her movements careful, the fox-like eyes reflecting Ye Youyi’s small, fragile face.

And somehow, the gentler Wen Tang became, the more something twisted painfully inside Ye Youyi’s heart.

This time, she didn’t hide it. She let herself show her true vulnerability before Wen Tang.

“Why, why are you so good to me?” she asked softly.

At first, she had thought Wen Tang’s care came from being a fan—just some idolizing fondness that made her so attentive.

But after spending time together, she realized Wen Tang’s affection wasn’t romantic. It was more like that of an older sister doting on a younger one.

Even when she had teased or tricked Wen Tang, the Alpha had never changed—still patient, still gentle.

So much so that Ye Youyi had begun to feel this warmth was unreal, like a dream she might wake from at any moment.

But now, she’d grown used to that gentleness—addicted to it, even. Part of her didn’t want Wen Tang to treat anyone else the same way.

Wen Tang, however, had no idea what had prompted the question. She hesitated, unable to reveal that she was a transmigrator or that there was a system involved, so she stuck to her usual excuse.

“Because we’re classmates,” she said, smiling faintly.

Her relaxed tone and easy sincerity made Ye Youyi believe she meant it.

So that was it—just because they’d gone to high school together. If she wasn’t her classmate, Wen Tang would treat her no differently from anyone else.

The realization left a heavy knot in Ye Youyi’s chest.

For nearly twenty years, she’d never felt this unwilling to accept something—never for any Alpha.

After a long moment, she blinked away the mist in her eyes, then smiled sweetly.

If Wen Tang only saw her as a friend for now, then she’d just take it slow. As long as those eyes stayed on her, she could wait.

“Yes, we’re friends,” Ye Youyi said lightly, following Wen Tang’s lead. “So, I helped you last night, and today you’re helping me. Fair enough.”

Wen Tang, relieved to see her relax, lifted the bowl again—until Ye Youyi mentioned last night. The spoon froze midair.

Her gaze flickered. “Did something happen last night? I was a little dizzy and don’t remember much.”

Seeing her unease, Ye Youyi bit her lip, her eyes glimmering with a hint of bashfulness. She lowered her head and murmured, “Actually, last night.”

Her unfinished sentence scratched at Wen Tang’s heart like a cat’s paw. She had some guesses—none of them comforting.

After all, she’d been drugged by Lin Shuang, her pheromones spilling uncontrollably. And Ye Youyi was an Omega. If she’d inhaled her scent, then maybe.

The thought made her go pale.

If she really had done something to Ye Youyi—she’d have to take responsibility.

“I, I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry,” Wen Tang said finally, setting down the spoon and taking Ye Youyi’s hand solemnly. “What’s done is done. If you don’t mind, then maybe I could.”

The rest stuck on her tongue. Her face flushed crimson.

She had never imagined herself proposing marriage over a drug-induced accident—especially to a girl. What if she couldn’t take care of her properly? What if she wasn’t good enough?

Ye Youyi looked at her flustered face, laughter dancing in her eyes. She gave Wen Tang’s hand a light squeeze, her lips curving playfully.

“I meant—you were clinging to me the whole night, acting all spoiled. Even after we got to the hospital, you wouldn’t let go of my hand.”

“Huh?”

Wen Tang blinked. “Wait—you mean I didn’t do that kind of thing to you?”

Her innocent panic only made Ye Youyi’s amusement deepen. Her gaze turned teasing, her voice soft and sweet.

“Oh? And what kind of thing do you mean, exactly?”