Seduced Me into a Deep Fall - Chapter 33

Song Yi happened to turn her head.

She glanced at Ling Xi, who immediately averted her eyes.

Song Yi wiped her face dry and walked over. “Did you want to say something to me?”

“My friend invited me to stay over tonight.” Ling Xi reached out to Song Yi. “I won’t be able to keep you company this evening either.”

“Celebrating a birthday?” Song Yi took her hand but didn’t return the embrace.

Ling Xi nodded. “You heard?” Was her phone’s sound leakage really that bad?

“Just guessed. Do you want to register our marriage on the 6th or the 7th?” Song Yi couldn’t wait any longer.

Five more days. She and Ling Xi would be officially recognized as wives.

“The 6th. No point waiting another day.” Ling Xi was just as eager.

“Then we’ll still meet at noon today.”

“Deal. Remember, it’s my treat today.” Unable to hold back, Ling Xi withdrew her hand from Song Yi’s grasp and immediately hugged her instead.

“Let’s head to work.”

“Whose side are you on?” Tan Nijun rapped her on the head.

“Ouch, Sister Tan. Are you still keeping an eye on Ling Xi’s sweetheart? She treasures the person she likes so much—you might end up falling out with her if you’re not careful.”

Jiang Yuyang also flicked He Qingmo’s forehead. “Dummy. Who said anything about surveillance? We’re just helping Ling Xi vet them. If that noble has nothing to hide, they won’t be afraid of us. If they are, that might tell us something.”

“Didn’t Ling Xi say they weren’t officially together yet?”

“Right, so there’s no rush. Let’s wait and see.” Jiang Yuyang also tried to soothe Tan Nijun.

“Actually, you can tell from Ling Xi’s recent state—she’s genuinely doing well. Happier every day, her cheeks have filled out a bit, she can go out with us again, and someone picks her up no matter how late or early. I think the other person must be decent, at least not like that Mu Xie.”

“I’m just worried it’s an act. Yuyang, would you believe a stranger showing you kindness for no reason?”

Given the nature of their work and her difficult family background, Tan Nijun was wary of everything from the outside world.

Ling Xi and the others were her only friends.

That was why she was going to such lengths.

“Maybe… the other person has a crush on Ling Xi too.” Jiang Yuyang didn’t believe it.

But she also didn’t want to assume the worst about someone Ling Xi had chosen.

“Alright.” Song Yi agreed verbally while mentally calculating how to pay the bill first.

Since when did she need Ling Xi to treat her to meals?

She picked up the string of prayer beads, carefully storing them in a basket.

After standing silently for two minutes, she finally returned to the bedroom.

Sliding into the warmth of the blankets Song Yi had left behind, Ling Xi couldn’t contain her joy and found it hard to fall asleep.

Even though she hadn’t yet figured out how to explain things to Song Yi tomorrow.

The happiness of being close to the one she loved overshadowed everything else.

Ling Xi closed her eyes, trying to calm herself, but the more she thought, the more her mind burned.

She opened her eyes again and saw the strands of dark hair—not her own—strewn across the pillow.

Spilled like a waterfall, ethereal under the dim moonlight like a sheer veil.

Ling Xi’s gaze followed them to Song Yi’s peaceful sleeping face.

Unable to resist, she leaned down quietly.

Brushing a light kiss against Song Yi’s forehead.

In the darkness where she couldn’t see, Song Yi’s lashes trembled violently.

Last night, Mu Xie had noticed the streamer’s IP address and traced it back to Ling Xi’s Xiaohongshu account, where she had recently posted check-in photos for likes in this area.

No matter how tightly the protective umbrella over Ling Xi was woven, it couldn’t cover all her social media accounts.

That was how Mu Xie found her opening.

Without a second thought, Mu Xie turned back, abandoning all thoughts of escape, risking everything to return to Yanjing.

All to find Ling Xi again.

A delusion born of Mu Xie’s one-sided obsession.

If Ling Xi saw her again and heard her remorse, he would surely return to her side.

At the very least, she would tie him up and drag him back if she had to.

And finally, Mu Xie spotted Ling Xi near the office building in the city center.

She practically sprinted toward him.

Running through two red lights, she nearly caused a rear-end collision, prompting the driver to pull over and curse her out.

Normally, Mu Xie wouldn’t take such insults lying down—she’d retaliate, maybe even send someone to teach the driver a lesson.

But today, she paid no mind to the outside world. Her eyes were fixed solely on Ling Xi, who stood by the roadside playing with his phone.

Ling Xi looked so carefree. Relaxed, as if…

As if he had completely forgotten about her.

“Ling Xi!” Mu Xie stumbled, tripping over trash on the ground and falling hard.

The commotion finally caught Ling Xi’s attention.

At first, he thought he was hearing things.

He had lived peacefully for over a month, gradually pushing the fears of his past life and Mu Xie to the back of his mind, barely thinking of them.

So why was he hearing Mu Xie’s voice again?

He turned his head and saw the figure sprawled on the ground not far away. His body instantly stiffened, frozen in place, a scream trapped in his throat.

His breath stopped, his body lifeless, as if death had taken him.

Then, moments later, he jolted back to life, adrenaline surging through him, propelling him into a frantic sprint.

He ran as if fleeing from a ghost.

“Ling Xi! Xiao Xi!” Mu Xie struggled to her feet, ignoring the pain in her leg as she limped forward in pursuit.

Ling Xi had lost all reason, his mind blank except for the need to escape—so much so that he forgot to even inform Song Yi.

Within two minutes, while glancing back to check Mu Xie’s position, he crashed into someone’s arms.

Terrified, Ling Xi thrashed wildly, tears streaming down his face without his notice.

“Don’t be afraid, it’s me.” A familiar voice, accompanied by the soothing scent of bergamot, cut through his panic.

Against all odds, Ling Xi stilled, though his body continued to tremble violently.

Song Yi held him tightly, shielding him.

She spotted Mu Xie closing in, her brow furrowing.

To protect Ling Xi, Song Yi had chosen a troublesome method—perhaps not the most appropriate.

But she hadn’t wanted to strip Ling Xi of his freedom, so she hadn’t assigned guards to follow him at all times.

She had received intel that Mu Xie, afraid of being caught, had gone into hiding, fleeing to another province and preparing to leave the country.

Who knew Mu Xie would risk capture just to track Ling Xi down?

Now, it wasn’t just Song Yi investigating Mu Xie.

Yun Fengzhi had already reported Mu Xie’s actions to higher authorities.

The crimes committed by the Tiancan Organization were too severe, and the higher-ups had dispatched numerous agents to investigate thoroughly.

Was Mu Xie so devoted to Ling Xi that she truly didn’t fear arrest?

Or did she believe she could escape?

“Song Yi? Song Yi, is that you?” Ling Xi looked up, his vision blurred by panicked tears.

Yet he still saw the sharp glint in Song Yi’s eyes.

The light reflected in them made his heart skip a beat before he managed to calm down slightly.

“It’s me. Don’t be afraid. It’s okay now, it’s okay.”

Song Yi stroked Ling Xi’s head, her hand trembling faintly. “Let’s get in the car first, alright?”

Ling Xi nodded, burying himself deeper into Song Yi’s embrace.

At this moment, Mu Xie also spotted Song Yi holding Ling Xi in her arms.

She shouted loudly to attract bystanders’ attention while crushing the vial in her hand. A pungent minty scent instantly exploded across the street.

The spreading gas, nearly equivalent to S-grade omega pheromones, made the gathered onlookers extremely uncomfortable, forcing them to cover their noses. Alpha individuals with weaker resistance had already been triggered into their sensitive period by these pheromones.

Instantly, various pheromone scents erupted throughout the street. Chaos ensued as people collapsed intermittently, with new alphas and omegas entering their respective cycles.

Mu Xie took advantage of the confusion to escape, seemingly completely unaffected as if she couldn’t smell the pheromones at all.

Shen Feique, being an alpha, naturally suffered greatly. Her movements were hindered, preventing her from successfully intercepting Mu Xie, who managed to slip away.

“What a lunatic,” Song Yi muttered in the car. Though she hadn’t heard Mu Xie’s words, she’d clearly seen her actions. She sent an urgent message to Yun Fengzhi and instructed Shen Feique to collect the vial’s residue before leaving quickly.

After handling these matters, she finally had time to comfort the trembling Ling Xi in her arms. “I’m sorry, this is my fault. I thought she had already left—I don’t know how she found you.” Song Yi was filled with remorse about today’s events.

Fortunately, she had arrived in time. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unthinkable. Even now, seeing Ling Xi frightened to this extent pained Song Yi deeply.

“Sister… Sister Song. Song Yi.” Ling Xi clung to her, repeatedly calling her name.

“I’m here, I’ve got you,” Song Yi responded, gripping her waist tightly and pulling her close. Ling Xi burrowed into Song Yi’s embrace like a startled kitten, her tears soaking Song Yi’s clothes, though Song Yi didn’t mind, holding her firmly.

“It’s alright now, Xiao Xi. She’s gone. I won’t let her hurt you again,” Song Yi murmured, pressing her lips against Ling Xi’s tear-chilled cheek. “I’ll protect you… Calm down, Xiao Xi.” Song Yi seemed to remember something and fell silent.

Instead, she began humming a lullaby-like tune, gently rocking Ling Xi until the trembling and sobbing gradually ceased. Ling Xi’s breathing slowly steadied.

“Song Yi…” Her voice still quivered slightly. But when she met Song Yi’s calming gaze, Ling Xi sniffled, biting her lip as she yearned for warmth.

Understanding the unspoken plea, Song Yi cupped her face gently and kissed her. Ling Xi blinked rapidly, her glands aching—swollen and sore, as if on the verge of her sensitive period.

“Song Yi, Sister, I’m hot.” Ling Xi thought perhaps her earlier emotional turmoil had disrupted her hormones. She didn’t notice the faint, sweet fragrance lingering in the air.

To dispel the revolting mint scent Mu Xie had left behind, Song Yi had released a small amount of her own pheromones. The quantity was minimal, far below the warning threshold, so she hadn’t anticipated it would trigger Ling Xi’s cycle. Given how frequently Ling Xi had been marked recently, she shouldn’t have been nearing her sensitive period.

Could it be… that Ling Xi was particularly sensitive to her pheromones?

“Pull over at the nearest hotel,” Song Yi instructed the driver while holding Ling Xi close. Still distressed, Ling Xi nuzzled against her, seeking comfort in the soft warmth to soothe her frightened, aching heart.

“Let me help you feel better soon. Be good. Just bear with it a little longer.” Song Yi’s heart ached seeing Ling Xi in such distress.

Yet Ling Xi had already entered her rut, driven to the brink of desperation, her rationality slipping away. Still, she restrained herself as before, not daring to take the step of marking.

“Big sister…” A flicker of clarity flashed in Ling Xi’s eyes.

She hadn’t completely lost her senses yet—she could still recognize Song Yi.

“What’s wrong?” Song Yi also suppressed her own pheromones.

She didn’t want Ling Xi to suffer any longer. She had to carefully guide her pheromones to offer Ling Xi some faint comfort.

The process was agonizing. Song Yi broke into a sweat, beads glistening on her face, only to be wiped away by Ling Xi’s restless movements.

“What do I do. I’m in rut.” Ling Xi bit her tongue, forcing herself to speak. “Do you have any suppressants.?”

“We’re not using those. We’re at the hotel now—I’ll help you through it.”

Song Yi pulled out the suppressant patches she had carried with her ever since being with Ling Xi and carefully placed one on Ling Xi’s scent gland.

She applied one to herself as well.

Then, cradling Ling Xi, she stepped out of the car, leaving the driver to handle the check-in while she took Ling Xi straight to their room.

“How did you know that song?” Ling Xi, slumped over Song Yi’s shoulder, drowsy and muddled, finally voiced the question that had been lingering in her mind.

“…What about it?”

She doesn’t remember. A pang of sorrow struck Song Yi’s heart.

“My mom used to sing it to me. She said it was a lullaby from her hometown.” If Ling Xi had been clear-headed, she would have noticed the oddity in that statement.

But she was too overwhelmed to dwell on it.

Song Yi sighed and laid her down on the bed. “Figure it out yourself.”

How dare she ask how Song Yi knew the song when she couldn’t even remember their past?

A hint of frustration simmered in Song Yi.

“Don’t be mad. Sister Song, I’m sorry.” Ling Xi was quick to apologize.

But that wasn’t what Song Yi wanted.

“Never mind that for now.” Song Yi peeled off the suppressant patch from Ling Xi’s scent gland.

The crisp fragrance of snow mingled with tea instantly filled the room.

The scent of her pheromones momentarily dazed Song Yi.

This was definitely not the pheromone quality of a B-rank alpha.

At the very least, it had to be A-rank elite no, possibly even S-rank.

The thought crossed Song Yi’s mind as she bit into Ling Xi’s neck.

Had Ling Xi’s pheromones grown richer?

She remembered that just last month, she could barely catch a faint whiff of it.

“Do you still have any strength left?” Song Yi asked, watching as Ling Xi fidgeted restlessly.

Originally, she had planned to take charge today and help Ling Xi through it.

“Mhm.” Ling Xi weakly pushed herself up, reversing their positions.

With that little strength, any omega could have easily flipped her back over.

Only Song Yi would indulge her like this—letting her slowly stoke the fire, then gradually fan the flames.

Not a single complaint, just endless kisses pressed to Ling Xi’s ear.

“Big sister… why are you so good to me?”

After their first round, Ling Xi regained some clarity, her question leaving Song Yi at a loss.

“Can’t I be good to you?” Song Yi tilted her head, listening as Ling Xi’s voice drifted from behind her.

The scent gland at the nape of her neck tingled with a mix of itch and pain. Yet Song Yi still longed for the sensation of being marked.

“Of course you can. You’re like a mother and a sister.”

Ling Xi simply kissed Song Yi’s scent gland once more before tightening her embrace, regaining her strength.

Was this going to be a “nice person” rejection? Song Yi thought absentmindedly, unable to hide her disappointment.

“I really like you…” Never had she expected Ling Xi to say such words.

Just as Song Yi turned to question her, she was too startled to speak.

If this was a normal confession, why preface it by saying she felt like family?

If it wasn’t a confession, why say “like” at all?

That Ling Xi couldn’t see her affection or remember their past—Song Yi could forgive that without resentment.

But today’s words they cut too deep.

Eyes reddening, she turned and grabbed Ling Xi’s hand.

Only to find Ling Xi had already fallen asleep from exhaustion.

Song Yi closed her eyes as two trails of tears slid down her cheeks.

After a long silence, she exhaled deeply.

She must have owed Ling Xi greatly in a past life.

Why else would she be tormented like this now?

Tortured by this long-unspoken truth, the ache and pain constant.

Yet Song Yi refused to give up.

The sweetness between them far outweighed these moments of heartache.

She loved Ling Xi too much.

Even if rejected with a “nice person” card, she could never walk away.

“You’re so annoying,” Song Yi poked Ling Xi’s cheek.

Ling Xi instinctively nuzzled against her hand.

Sniffling back tears, Song Yi pulled Ling Xi into an embrace.

“I like you too,” a gentle voice said in Ling Xi’s dreams.

Ling Xi slept for half an hour. With only ninety minutes for her nap, she woke to find it nearly time to return to work.

And she’d eaten nothing except Song Yi.

Ling Xi slapped her own cheeks. What was she thinking?

Could eating Song Yi even count?

Blushing, she tried to get up and find her things.

Song Yi yanked her back down. “You tease me then run?”

Bewildered, Ling Xi looked up. “I have work…”

“I took leave for you,” Song Yi pushed her back down.

“Remember what you just said?”

Ling Xi blinked.

Had she blacked out?

She only recalled being chased by Mu Xie, rescued by Song Yi, then somehow entering her sensitive period.

Ah. She really had blacked out.

Of the past hour, she only remembered eating.

Everything else was just fragmented images.

“Did I say something?” Ling Xi watched Song Yi’s expression shift repeatedly.

“D-did I upset you, Sister Song?” Panic set in.

Song Yi sighed. Maybe she should’ve known. Last time during her sensitive period, Ling Xi forgot the details too.

So it made sense she’d forget an awkward confession made then.

“I apologize, Sister Song. I wasn’t fully in control during my sensitive period.”

Noticing the marks on Song Yi, she assumed that was the issue.

Song Yi exhaled slowly. “Apologies require action.”

“Then…”

“I really took leave for you. Told Shi Xinyu.” Song Yi hinted.

“Let me make it up to you.” Seeing the chat logs on Song Yi’s phone reassured Ling Xi as she wrapped an arm around Song Yi’s waist.

Song Yi didn’t press further, lying back down.

Ling Xi truly believed Song Yi had been angry about her reckless actions.

But when passion took over, Ling Xi lost control again.

Fortunately, Song Yi didn’t mind the roughness, never asking her to stop.

Ling Xi looked at the marks she had left, feeling a twinge of guilt. “Does it hurt?”

“Not because of this.” Song Yi pinched Ling Xi’s waist in retaliation.

“Want to eat something?” Song Yi sat up, pulling Ling Xi into her arms.

Ling Xi obediently nestled into her embrace, blinking up at her. “Yeah… Wait, no. I think I have plans tonight. Hold on.”

“Song-jie, about Mu Xie.” Ling Xi suddenly remembered the reason they had ended up indulging in daytime intimacy.

“She escaped. I couldn’t catch her.” Song Yi shook her head, regret evident.

“But don’t worry, it’s not just me investigating her. Yun Fengzhi’s team is also on the case. We suspect she’s connected to the leader of the Tian Can organization—we won’t let her off easily.” She stroked Ling Xi’s head.

“She wouldn’t dare stay in the capital or show her face to trouble you again.”

“But she’s cunning…” If Mu Xie had been so easy to capture in the first place, would Ling Xi have been imprisoned in her past life?

“From now on, I’ll take you to and from work. If you’re still uneasy, I can lend you Shen Feique. She’s a shadow guard—she can follow you at all times without you noticing, so you won’t feel uncomfortable.”

Ling Xi considered it. After Mu Xie’s ambush, she had been too afraid to leave the house unless Song Yi was with her.

She didn’t want a bodyguard trailing her, but she also feared that lunatic Mu Xie might strike again.

“If Shen Feique is with me, what about you?”

“I have other guards. I’m just used to having her around. Let’s settle on this—she’ll start following you this afternoon.”

Ling Xi frowned. “I’m going to a friend’s party. She can’t come inside.”

“She usually waits outside the building. If that’s really a problem,  we can start tomorrow?”

Ling Xi shook her head, imagining the scenario. It felt too bizarre.

“Never mind. My friend’s place should be safe. Just you picking me up is enough. The office has security too—Mu Xie wouldn’t dare cause trouble there. Worst case, I’ll work from home.”

Song Yi caressed Ling Xi’s head, her eyes filled with worry.

Ling Xi shook her head again. “It’s fine. I’ll adjust. She can’t kidnap me again.”

“Or  sweetheart, I could install something on your phone. If I can’t reach you, it’ll show me your location—just in case.”

Song Yi suggested. “And next time, remember to contact me. If I don’t respond, try Yun Fengzhi or your friend at the police station.”

“I will.” Ling Xi nuzzled against Song Yi’s waist. “Really,  thank you so much, Song-jie.”

Song Yi was tired of hearing that.

She cupped Ling Xi’s face, gazing into her eyes before trailing down to her lips.

“Have you ever heard that gratitude should be shown through action?”

“Again…?” Ling Xi’s ears burned.

“Such a naughty mouth. As punishment, kiss me for half an hour.”

Too exasperated to stay mad, this was the only “penalty” Song Yi could think of.

“Mmm…” All she got in return was Ling Xi’s muffled whimpers.

And the lingering, intoxicating sensation of their lips melding together.

“Song-jie, do you have work this afternoon?” After resting, Ling Xi decided to work from home and catch up on yesterday’s tasks.

She was puzzled when Song Yi followed her back.

“Not much work left to do,” Song Yi said, though Ling Xi clearly saw her silencing several incoming calls.

Growing impatient, Song Yi finally opened her phone and blocked all those numbers before turning it off again.

“Isn’t there something you need to handle?” Ling Xi, worried she might be disrupting Song Yi’s work, tried to persuade her to return to her duties.

“It’s not work-related.” Song Yi patted Ling Xi’s head. “You’re this concerned about me?”

“Of course. I just don’t want to hold you up from important matters.” Ling Xi then noticed Song Yi pulling out another phone.

“Fu Youyou never contacts me for anything important. It’s mostly just insults—why bother listening?”

Song Yi typed a few words, but there was no reply. She tapped the screen, waiting for a response.

“Why?” Ling Xi didn’t understand.

“He’s got some screws loose. Terrible temper. Plus, I took something from him, humiliated him—of course he’d curse me out.”

Suddenly, Song Yi reached out and pressed a finger to Ling Xi’s lips.

“Yun Fengzhi’s calling.”

Ling Xi sat back.

Song Yi put the call on speaker.

“Oh my god, sis, the task you assigned me today is just…” Yun Fengzhi wasn’t even supposed to be on patrol today.

She’d been dragged out of bed by Song Yi’s message and forced to deal with the chaos in the commercial district.

“Probably… She dared to show her face and cause trouble for Ling Xi because she anticipated this.” Song Yi’s frown deepened.

Ling Xi couldn’t even begin to comment on Yun Fengzhi’s ridiculous way of addressing Song Yi.

Even if she was Song Yi’s wife, when had Song Yi ever become Yun Fengzhi’s “sis”?

“Never thought getting married would lead me to traces of the person who harmed my mother.” Song Yi exhaled, her expression easing. “Underestimated them.”

It had taken them half a month just to switch from “Song Yi” to “Sis.”

Yet some online persona had made Ling Xi speak up instantly—even going so far as to defend “her” with her voice?

Song Yi grew increasingly irritated and hatched a plan.

She went downstairs to grab some fruit and the newly delivered drinks before heading back up.

Gently, she turned the knob of Ling Xi’s door.

True to their earlier agreement, Ling Xi hadn’t locked it.

Song Yi swallowed, aware of how risky her actions were—yet her emotions overrode reason, compelling her forward.

Unable to stay calm, she quietly stepped into Ling Xi’s study.

Just then, Ling Xi turned her head and their eyes met.

Ling Xi noticed the fruit and drinks in her hands.

“Ah, why’d you bring these up?” She stood to take them.

Song Yi internally sighed in relief and placed the fruit on Ling Xi’s desk.

“Just happened to be passing by.” She set everything down and poked Ling Xi’s cheek. “Why so formal with me?”

Seeing that Song Yi hadn’t even remarked on Yun Fengzhi’s antics, Ling Xi obediently returned to her seat. “Is Mu Xie a natural-born defect?”

“Shouldn’t Sister-in-law know more about that?” Yun Fengzhi also found it odd.

“Call me properly. I really don’t know—I’ve only caught her scent before. Based on the description, it’s identical to the pheromones she released while escaping today.”

“We never marked each other. She just wanted me to smell her pheromones to win me over,” Ling Xi added.

Her glands were dull, her pheromone level barely B-grade—just slightly above a natural defect’s ability to produce pheromones.

But she wasn’t so inept as to mistake perfume for an omega’s scent.

“Could she have been using that kind of drug on herself regularly?”

Song Yi suddenly spoke up. “Yun Fengzhi, did your tests confirm whether that drug can be injected into a person?”

“This… is a new lead. I need to go ask around. There’s something else you’ll definitely find interesting. Surveillance shows the last place Mu Xie disappeared was that dark alley where you encountered those thugs last time. The cameras there have been broken for ages, and this fact wasn’t discovered until today. I’m afraid that’s where their secret base is hidden.”

“Last time we let one get away… Never mind, it’s not our job to worry about that anyway. We’re just responsible for providing clues.”

Song Yi initially wanted to make some sarcastic remarks but held back.

Ling Xi turned to look at her upon hearing this.

Only then did Song Yi realize she might have revealed something.

“Of course, we’re not freeloaders. Little Ling Xi, have your wife add my contact info. Report to me if anything comes up. If Mu Xie threatens you again, our security team can treat you as a key witness and provide personal protection around the clock.”

“Alright, thank you.” Ling Xi wiped sweat from her brow.

Only now did she truly feel she’d been dragged into a major case.

After hanging up, Ling Xi sighed.

She then grabbed Song Yi’s sleeve.

“Song-jie. What did you mean earlier by ‘let one get away’?”

She remembered Song Yi had been completely drunk during their encounter with the thugs that time, even mistaking her for a lover and putting on an act.