Reborn a Scummy Alpha, Happily Ever After with the Movie Queen - Chapter 33

Wen Tang’s breathing grew heavy, every cell in her body screaming to mark the Omega beneath her.

She forced herself to lift her head, tearing her lips away from the Omega’s burning skin.

“Mm.” Ye Youyi’s voice trembled with desire. Feeling the Alpha’s kiss stop short, she twisted slightly, letting out two soft whimpers.

A faint trail of pheromones seeped into the air—sweet, milky, and utterly intoxicating.

Wen Tang froze, her breath catching in her throat. A wave of raw desire surged through her, almost drowning her in it. She struggled to rise, only for Ye Youyi to catch her hand.

The Omega’s lips were parted, glossy and inviting. “Don’t go.”

Inside Wen Tang’s mind, instinct and reason pulled her apart. One side of her—Alpha nature, primal and fierce—roared to claim the Omega as her own. The other side—her moral restraint—warned her not to cross that line.

As she battled herself, Ye Youyi lifted her body and pressed closer, looping her slender arms around Wen Tang’s neck.

The movement startled Wen Tang. She raised her hands awkwardly, afraid to move even an inch.

“I want to drink pear syrup.” Ye Youyi murmured dreamily, rubbing against Wen Tang’s neck.

Pear syrup?

Wen Tang suddenly remembered her own pheromones carried the scent of snow pear.

Did that mean Ye Youyi was asking for her?

Her breathing went erratic.

“Wen Tang, your scent smells so good.” Ye Youyi whispered, her lips brushing against Wen Tang’s chin. Her voice was soft, liquid, like water wrapping around her, pulling her into the depths.

“Ye, Ye Youyi you’re drunk. Try to control yourself.” Wen Tang’s voice trembled. It took every ounce of her willpower not to surrender to the desire clawing at her.

Ye Youyi sensed the Alpha’s tense body. With a faint, teasing smile, she extended her tongue and licked Wen Tang’s earlobe. “I’m not drunk.”

Wen Tang’s whole body jolted. Her mind exploded like fireworks.

She grabbed Ye Youyi’s wrists and pinned her gently against her chest, lowering her gaze—her eyes now deep and dark. “Do you really know what you’re doing?”

Ye Youyi’s lips were flushed, her half-lidded eyes hazy and bewitching—clearly still tipsy.

Looking at her dazed state, guilt surged through Wen Tang. She had almost lost control, almost marked her on the spot.

With a deep breath, she gathered what little sanity she had left and gently pushed Ye Youyi onto the bed, pinning her wandering hands. Her voice was low and steady. “You’re not sober. I won’t take advantage of you. Be good—go to sleep, okay?”

The Alpha’s expression was grave, restrained. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she fought against her instincts—it was agony to resist.

As the alcohol slowly faded, Ye Youyi became more lucid.

Her gaze lingered on Wen Tang for a long while before she finally nodded. “Okay.”

Wen Tang exhaled in relief. She didn’t notice the trace of reluctance and faint joy flickering in the girl’s eyes. Rising quickly, she left the bedside.

At the door, she steadied her breath, hand gripping the doorknob.

“Good night.”

She closed the door, sealing the milky sweetness behind it. Then she hurried to the bathroom, stripped off her clothes, and turned on the cold shower.

An hour later, calm at last, she stepped out, fresh and clear-headed.

The living room was dim. Wen Tang glanced toward the bedroom door, then turned into the study instead.

Given the situation, she didn’t dare return to the bedroom. It had taken so much effort to suppress her Alpha instincts—she couldn’t risk reliving that torment.

Lying on the narrow bed in the study, she turned to face the night outside the window, ready to sleep.

Just as her eyes were closing,

Beep, beep, beep.

Her phone rang. Still half awake, she reached for it, blinking at the late hour. Wen Qi calling at this time?

“What is it?”

On the other end, Wen Qi heard her young lady’s cold tone and couldn’t help feeling a flicker of satisfaction. So, the unflappable Miss Wen did have a temper when woken up at night.

Suppressing the amusement, Wen Qi reported in a serious voice, “The Bai family’s industries are mostly taken care of. But some of them might be difficult to acquire quietly. Do you want me to push for a full takeover?”

“No need.” Wen Tang’s tone hardened, businesslike. “Bai Corporation doesn’t matter. Take what we can. Leave the risky ones alone—we can’t let Grandmother notice.”

“Understood.” Wen Qi hesitated, glancing at another document in her hand. “Also, the person you asked me to find—we have a lead.”

Wen Tang sat up instantly, her voice low. “Where is he?”

Ever since she learned that her original body’s father had been used as leverage by Old Madam Wen, she had secretly ordered Wen Qi to investigate his whereabouts.

And finally—after more than a month—there was news.

“Mr. Wei is being held on a private island overseas. The island belongs to the Wen family, but I don’t have clearance to go there, so I haven’t confirmed his current condition.”

Knowing who Mr. Wei was to her young lady, Wen Qi sounded apologetic for not being able to do more.

“Where exactly is the island? How many people are stationed there?” Wen Tang’s voice was calm now. As long as she knew her father was alive, there was hope.

Wen Qi sent all the collected data to her phone.

Wen Tang studied the island’s location and the personnel stationed there.

“Anyone on the list you know personally?” she asked.

Wen Qi paused. “..One of them, yes. We’re on decent terms. If you need me to reach out, I can—but her authority isn’t high, so I haven’t contacted her yet.”

Wen Tang nodded. “Good. Keep mapping out the island. Once I give the word, make contact.”

With that settled, a weight lifted from Wen Tang’s shoulders.

At least now, her father could no longer be used as a bargaining chip against her.

Relieved, she finally drifted into sleep.

The next morning, Wen Tang yawned as she left her room—only to bump into Ye Youyi, who had just stepped out as well.

The girl’s eyes were still a little hazy, then gradually cleared.

“Wen Tang?”

She took a few steps closer, tilting her head. “Did you bring me back last night?”

Rubbing her temple, she frowned lightly. “Did I drink that much? My head hurts.”

Wen Tang avoided her gaze, coughing softly to cover her unease. “You were drunk. You said Qiu Qiu went home, so I thought I’d better take care of you.”

Her eyes darted away, guilt written all over her face.

Ye Youyi’s lips curved into a playful smile. She tiptoed closer, leaned in, and blew softly near Wen Tang’s ear. “Then after you brought me back, what did you do?”

Wen Tang froze. “?!?”

Did she remember last night? Impossible—right?

“You remember?” Wen Tang stammered, voice trembling.

Ye Youyi caught her wrist, swaying it gently. “Mm-hmm. I remember someone carrying me home, washing my hands and feet and kissing me.”

Wen Tang’s eyes widened in panic. “I didn’t! I didn’t mean to kiss you—it was you—you asked me to.” Her voice faltered at the end, conviction crumbling.

Even if Ye Youyi had asked, she had kissed her. That was still taking advantage of her.

“But I was drunk,” Ye Youyi said with a soft pout, eyes glimmering with mischief. “And you didn’t even try to refuse.”

“I, I.” Wen Tang’s face flushed scarlet, words tumbling uselessly. The usually composed Alpha now looked utterly flustered—almost endearing.

“..I’m sorry,” she finally said, lowering her voice. “I lost control.”

Ye Youyi’s gaze lingered on the Alpha’s reddened ears, remembering how she’d teasingly bitten that spot last night—how close Wen Tang had come to breaking.

“It’s okay,” she whispered, smiling faintly. “Actually, I’m glad.”

With that, she turned and hurried off, cheeks aflame.

Inside the bathroom, she leaned against the door, heart thudding wildly. Even saying that one line had nearly undone her.

But—maybe Wen Tang had feelings for her too.

Otherwise, why would she restrain herself, even when every instinct as an Alpha told her not to?

The thought filled her with quiet joy.

And remembering the Alpha’s guilty, flustered face just now made her want to run back and hug her all over again.

Pressing a hand to her chest, she wondered if Wen Tang had understood her words—if she could sense the meaning behind them.

Looking into the mirror, at her own flushed cheeks and shy smile, Ye Youyi splashed cold water on her face.

When she came out, Wen Tang was sitting on the sofa, waiting.

“I’m done,” Ye Youyi said softly, patting her shoulder. “Your turn.”

Wen Tang looked up. “Okay.”

As the Alpha disappeared into the bathroom, Ye Youyi frowned slightly.

Her reaction just now seemed too calm.

Did she not understand what she’d meant?

Meanwhile, inside the bathroom, Wen Tang splashed cold water on her own face again and again.

She still wasn’t calm.

She’d long known how Ye Youyi felt about her—but hearing it so plainly, so sincerely, had made her heart skip in spite of herself.

Joy, restraint, confusion—all tangled together, filling her chest until she could hardly breathe.