Reborn a Scummy Alpha, Happily Ever After with the Movie Queen - Chapter 37

The early autumn wind carried a chill. Withered yellow leaves spun through the air, falling softly to the ground. Beneath the trees, a golden carpet formed, and each step produced the crisp crackle of crushed leaves.

Wen Tang stopped walking and stood quietly to one side.

Once the rustling of the branches faded, she listened intently to the silence coming through her phone.

Could it be, Ye Youyi was actually angry?

Just as her mind began to wander, a familiar voice finally came through the receiver.

“So, you’re only inviting me to watch a movie? Not even a meal afterward?”

The girl’s tone carried a soft, teasing lilt that made Wen Tang’s tense expression relax. “Alright,” she said, smiling faintly, “what do you want to eat?”

“Hmm. I’ll have to think carefully about whether I should grace you with my presence for dinner.” Ye Youyi replied, her voice full of playful arrogance.

Wen Tang raised an eyebrow, the corner of her lips curling as she chuckled softly. “Then I’ll come pick you up first. You can think it over on the way?”

“Okay. Just don’t keep me waiting too long.”

Wen Tang didn’t know how long Ye Youyi had waited for her at the Xuancheng Airport that morning, but this time—she definitely wouldn’t let her wait again.

She called a car and headed straight for the residential complex where Ye Youyi lived.

Fortunately, it wasn’t rush hour. The roads were relatively clear, and she arrived in about half an hour.

Standing outside Ye Youyi’s door, Wen Tang smoothed down her long hair, fastened the buttons of her coat, rolled down her sleeves neatly—and only after tidying up did she press the doorbell.

Footsteps approached. A moment later, the door opened, and Ye Youyi’s head peeked out. When she saw Wen Tang, her eyes brightened. “You got here so fast?”

“There wasn’t much traffic, so I made good time,” Wen Tang said as she stepped inside and closed the door behind her.

The faint fragrance in the apartment brushed against her senses. Noticing the damp strands of Ye Youyi’s hair, she asked, “You just washed your hair?”

Ye Youyi picked up a towel again, rubbing her half-dried hair while giving Wen Tang a light glare. “I’m going on a date with you—of course I have to look good.”

At that, Wen Tang coughed softly, feeling a little flustered.

So, having dinner and watching a movie together—did that really count as a date?

A faint blush crept up her cheeks. She didn’t dare meet Ye Youyi’s eyes and instead sat stiffly on the sofa, waiting for her to finish getting ready.

After a while, Ye Youyi dried her hair and was about to head into the bedroom to change, but suddenly turned back as if she’d thought of something. She walked over, took Wen Tang’s hand, and said with a coy smile, “Will you help me pick an outfit?”

The girl’s misty eyes blinked up at her, glimmering with expectation. Wen Tang swallowed hard. “Sure.”

Following Ye Youyi into her bedroom, she realized belatedly that she had once again fallen for Ye Youyi’s little charms.

Seated on the edge of the bed, Wen Tang could smell the faint, sweet scent that belonged only to her. Her heart started to race uncontrollably.

Trying to distract herself, she kept her gaze fixed on Ye Youyi—watching her stand in front of the closet, sift through hangers, hold one dress up against her body, then another.

Her delicate brows furrowed in indecision.

Finally, she turned around with five or six dresses draped over her arms and spread them out on the bed beside Wen Tang. “Hmm, which one do you think looks best on me?”

She leaned in close, and the soft, milky scent of her skin instantly surrounded Wen Tang.

The Alpha’s mind went blank for a moment as she looked at the girl’s freshly bathed, porcelain-pale skin. Her throat felt dry; her body, suddenly hot.

Without thinking, she murmured, “You look beautiful in anything.”

The compliment—and the blush that came with it—seemed to please Ye Youyi immensely. She swayed her body slightly, leaning closer still. “Really? I look good in anything?” she asked, her voice low and teasing.

For some reason, Wen Tang felt there was something suggestive about that question. As if Ye Youyi were really asking whether she looked best without anything on at all.

That thought jolted through her like an electric shock. Wen Tang immediately forced herself to snap out of it.

What on earth was she thinking?

Ye Youyi had simply asked a normal question, and she’d gone and imagined all that? It had to be her Alpha instincts acting up—yes, that was all. She definitely wasn’t that lustful. Definitely not.

“Hmm? Why aren’t you saying anything?” Ye Youyi asked sweetly, lifting Wen Tang’s chin with a slender finger so she had to meet her eyes.

“You didn’t even see me try anything on. How can you say they all look good? You’re just humoring me, aren’t you?” Her tone softened into a faintly wounded whisper. “Just like this morning—you brushed me off again, didn’t you?”

The mention of that morning made Wen Tang’s heart skip. She hurried to explain, “I didn’t mean to. I’d packed my things and was on my way to the airport to meet you, but something urgent came up at home, so I had to turn back. I wasn’t trying to stand you up. You’re still mad at me, aren’t you?”

Hearing Wen Tang’s anxious explanation, the last traces of resentment melted from Ye Youyi’s heart.

Now, she just wanted to tease her a little longer—make sure she’d remember this lesson.

Wen Tang noticed that Ye Youyi still seemed a little upset and had no idea how to comfort her.

But before she could think of anything, Ye Youyi suddenly leaned into her arms—and then straddled her lap?

Wen Tang’s entire body went stiff. She wanted to lower her head to look at Ye Youyi, but the neckline of the girl’s sleep dress was too low. In an instant, she caught a glimpse of her delicate collarbones and the pale, soft skin beneath. She quickly jerked her head up, trying to banish the image from her mind.

Then came another wave of warmth at her neck—Ye Youyi’s slender arms had wrapped loosely around her shoulders, circling her neck.

“You, what are you doing?” Wen Tang didn’t dare move or look around. Heat was spreading through her body again, unbearable in its slow burn.

Ye Youyi’s eyes curved as she watched the tips of Wen Tang’s ears turn scarlet. Holding back a laugh, she leaned closer and whispered, her breath soft and teasing, “Why won’t you look at me? You really are just humoring me, aren’t you?”

“I—of course not!” Wen Tang’s voice trembled. She could feel something deep inside her stirring awake—her suppressed glands pulsing faintly at the base of her neck.

“Please, sit still. I’m not feeling well,” she pleaded, eyes squeezed shut, too afraid to push Ye Youyi away.

But Ye Youyi wasn’t done teasing yet. She cupped Wen Tang’s face in both hands, forcing her to meet her gaze. There was a faint trace of melancholy in her tone. “Am I really that unbearable to you? Do I make you that uncomfortable?”

Hearing her completely misinterpret the situation, Wen Tang wanted to sink into the ground.

“It’s not that kind of discomfort—it’s, it’s physical,” she bit out through clenched teeth, desperately hoping Ye Youyi would understand.

“Huh? You really don’t feel well? What’s wrong?” The girl, still oblivious, bit her lip and leaned even closer. Her warm breath brushed Wen Tang’s nose, carrying a faint scent of milk. Wen Tang’s temple throbbed violently.

The last thread of restraint in her mind finally snapped.

Her eyes darkened. She seized the girl in her arms and laid her down on the soft bed.

“Ah.” Ye Youyi let out a small gasp, the sound making Wen Tang’s self-control disintegrate further.

“W–what are you doing?” Ye Youyi’s bright eyes locked onto her, trembling slightly as she felt the Alpha’s strength pinning her down. She bit her lip and whispered the question.

That mouth—soft and inviting—felt like a temptation in itself. Wen Tang stared at it for a long moment, the urge to claim it rising uncontrollably.

But she shut her eyes tightly, forcing down the wicked thoughts surging inside her. Still, the glands at the back of her neck throbbed madly, yearning for an Omega’s touch.

The faint milky fragrance on the girl’s skin clouded her mind. Wen Tang’s breathing grew heavier as she held Ye Youyi tighter, burying her face deep into the crook of her neck, inhaling that delicate scent in uneven gasps.

“Ye Youyi, don’t do this, it really hurts.”

Her lips brushed softly against the girl’s smooth neck as she murmured, then lifted her head, meeting Ye Youyi’s gaze—her eyes slightly misted, the corners tinged pink.

“Don’t tease me anymore,” Wen Tang said hoarsely, a warning threaded through her low voice. “Next time, I won’t be able to hold back.”

But Ye Youyi just laughed, her eyes glimmering with mischief. “I wasn’t teasing you, you’re imagining things.”

The sultry lilt in her tone sent another tremor through Wen Tang. After staring at her for a long, tense second, she finally lowered her head and captured Ye Youyi’s slightly parted lips in a fierce kiss.

It came like a storm—urgent, unpracticed, and raw. Wen Tang’s teeth accidentally grazed Ye Youyi’s soft lips more than once, making the girl frown in pain.

When Ye Youyi gasped softly, Wen Tang’s tongue slipped past her lips, hungrily seeking every breath inside her mouth.

The kiss, wild at first, gradually softened—turning tender and lingering.

“Mm.”

Unsatisfied with just the contact of their lips, Wen Tang’s burning kisses trailed across Ye Youyi’s face, down to her neck, every touch both reverent and desperate.

She caught the girl’s slender wrists, pinning them gently above her head, and let her lips drift toward the glands hidden at the back of the Omega’s neck—each brush igniting sparks along the way.

The thin fabric of the sleep dress wrinkled under their movements, revealing the girl’s long, graceful legs beneath.

When Wen Tang’s lips brushed the sensitive spot behind her neck, Ye Youyi trembled. A startled cry escaped her as she suddenly pushed the Alpha away.

Wen Tang fell back onto the bed, breathing heavily.

Ye Youyi sat up quickly, straightening her rumpled dress. Her chest rose and fell as she caught her breath, cheeks still flushed with color.

“I, I’m going to change,” she stammered. Grabbing a shirt from the bed, she fled the room without looking back.

Inside the bathroom, she caught sight of her reflection—her face flushed, eyes hazy with emotion. She patted her cheeks hard, muttering, “How did I almost fall for her like that.”

She splashed cold water on her face until the heat subsided, then slowly walked back out.

By then, Wen Tang had already straightened her clothes and was sitting silently on the sofa, saying nothing.