Seduced Me into a Deep Fall - Chapter 37.1

Why was Lingxi forcing alcohol down her own throat?

The sharp sweetness of the liquor left Song Yi’s thoughts sluggish.

“Ha… Xiaoxi, what is this—” She was forced to take a sip, the alcohol burning her throat.

Scorching her entire body.

“I’m sorry.” Lingxi didn’t dare face a sober Song Yi.

“I’m sorry.” She leaned in again, whispering timidly to Song Yi.

“I just…” wanted to know if you liked me.

In the dizzying whirl, Song Yi was pinned by Lingxi as alcohol spilled over her lips.

The deep purple-red wine slipped between their teeth, trailing down flushed lips,

dripping past their necks, leaving a faint pink glow.

Then soaking their clothes.

With each forced sip, Song Yi slowly understood Lingxi’s intention.

Lingxi wanted to get her drunk. Wanted her in that muddled, intoxicated state.

Song Yi didn’t understand. What did Lingxi need her drunkenness for?

Couldn’t the sober version of her satisfy Lingxi?

A mix of embarrassment and irritation rose in her, but she had to pretend to be drunk.

Between the two of them, the one truly losing clarity was Lingxi.

Lingxi had a low alcohol tolerance. Just a little made her dizzy.

Hormones clouded her mind, robbing her of sobriety but granting her a courage she usually lacked.

Of course, it also brought inexplicable melancholy and frustration.

The bottle was soon emptied, half poured and half coaxed down.

Lingxi had drunk plenty herself, now slumped drowsily over Song Yi, biting down on her collarbone.

Song Yi reached for the ties of Lingxi’s robe.

In an instant, all the clues connected, forming an answer.

No wonder Lingxi had kept staring at Song Yi during the engagement banquet.

No wonder Song Yi had attended that farce of an engagement—neither family was present, so who even acknowledged it?

And no wonder… Lingxi had dared to flee the very night of her rebirth.

She had already found Song Yi, her powerful backer.

“Song Yi, you—” Mu Xie gritted her teeth, wishing she could tear Song Yi apart.

She lifted her gaze to meet Song Yi’s eyes.

Those eyes were frost-laden, icy and desolate.

Brimming with hatred, equally eager to rip Mu Xie to shreds.

“Take her away.” Song Yi spared her only a glance.

After so many encounters, Song Yi knew Mu Xie was just a small pawn in a vast organization.

Disposing of her wouldn’t lead to the source.

Keeping her alive was more useful. Just detain her.

Copying Lingxi’s earlier move, Song Yi dipped her finger into some cream. “Xiaoxi.”

“Hmm?” Lingxi looked up.

Song Yi dabbed the cream onto the tip of Lingxi’s nose.

Seeing the smeared traces on Song Yi’s face, Lingxi burst into laughter. “How did you even notice?”

“How could I not? It’s so cold.” Song Yi flicked Lingxi’s nose. “Didn’t you feel it?”

“Ticklish.” Lingxi suddenly leaned forward, pressing her nose against Song Yi’s, successfully transferring the cream back onto her cheek.

Song Yi caught her wobbling form.

Gazing at her glossy lips, a flutter stirred in Song Yi’s heart.

Her fingertips brushed Lingxi’s ear, drawing her attention.

Then, catching her off guard, she pressed her lips to Lingxi’s cheek.

Leaving a smear of cream from her own mouth.

“You cheated!” Lingxi pouted, smearing more cream on her lips before planting messy kisses all over Song Yi.

Afraid she might fall, Song Yi held her steady the entire time.

But in their tussle, their lips accidentally met.

The sweet, nutty taste of chestnut exploded across their tongues.

Song Yi usually only brought Shen Feique as her bodyguard when going out.

She rushed toward Mu Xie.

Seeing the situation turn dangerous, Mu Xie immediately grasped the hidden vial concealed in her sleeve.

This was the busiest district in Yanjing, right during lunch hour, with numerous office workers out searching for food.

When Ling Xi had sprinted past earlier, some people had already noticed the commotion and were keeping an eye on their movements.

Mu Xie hatched a plan.

“Song Yi! You’re using your status as my elder to do something so vile and despicable. Forcibly taking what isn’t yours, stealing someone else’s beloved—you’re shameless, disgusting! Don’t think for a second this will make Ling Xi like you!”

“Who gave you the audacity to defy your superior?” In the heat of the moment, Song Yi pulled out one of the personas she had prepared.

Right now, she was Ling Xi’s boss.

Ling Xi was a lover she had lured with benefits, just an ordinary employee—nothing special.

“Hmm?” Ling Xi, still dazed, instinctively kissed Song Yi’s reckless mouth, even giving it a little bite.

Only after Song Yi pinched her ear did Ling Xi realize Song Yi was drunk.

“Not satisfied with the promotion I gave you last week? Or the salary this month?”

Song Yi propped herself up and effortlessly flipped Ling Xi back down.

Only then did Ling Xi realize how uncomfortable this chair really was.

No wonder Song Yi had endured it earlier while indulging her.

“Yeah.” Ling Xi’s sluggish thoughts finally turned, playing along with Song Yi.

Today’s script seemed to be about a junior employee subjected to workplace harassment and her boss.

“I’m not satisfied.” Ling Xi wrapped her arms around Song Yi’s waist, meeting her hazy gaze.

“After all I’ve done, is this all I get?” She pressed close to Song Yi’s ear, whispering.

“Chairman Song wouldn’t want the news of her keeping a young lover to get out, would she?”

Song Yi froze for a second.

Logically, shouldn’t Ling Xi be afraid of her yet still desire her, begging for more or trying to take the initiative?

How did she end up being the one threatened?

“With my wealth and power, do you really think I’d fear exposure?” Song Yi struggled to steer the script back on track.

“Sister… just having you here makes me feel safe.” Ling Xi didn’t understand much—she just wanted to be with Song Yi.

But now she had to consider whether she should talk to this sister who seemed to know something.

“I’ll take you to work tomorrow. Let’s rest now.” Song Yi lifted Ling Xi, and the two of them collapsed onto the bed together.

“Mhm!” Ling Xi wiped away the last of her tears.

Maybe it was love. Just being near Song Yi made Ling Xi feel at ease.

“I’m just greedy for profit, that’s all. I only want what Chairman Song can give me.”

Song Yi blinked, abandoning the script she had written, letting Ling Xi pull her back down.

She noticed Ling Xi had neatly arranged several chairs without gaps, making them far more comfortable to lie on.

“So what do you want?” Today, Ling Xi was unusually assertive, so Song Yi obediently retreated into her role.

Following Ling Xi through their drunken confrontation.

“Who knows?” Ling Xi even nipped her ear.

“I have nothing to lose—why would I fear Chairman Song’s threats?”

“Song Yi… she’s been arrested. That’s great.” Afraid Song Yi might worry, Ling Xi forced her trembling voice to explain.

“I’m crying from happiness. Waaah…”

“Alright, alright, happy tears. Sigh. Are you a crybaby? So many tears—how many tissues have you used up already?”

Song Yi patted Ling Xi’s back while eyeing the pile of crumpled tissues in the trash bin, skepticism creeping in.

Truthfully, she had always felt Ling Xi’s reaction was somewhat excessive.

If Mu Xie had merely coerced her into marriage with threats and bribes, and the attempted confinement had failed, Ling Xi shouldn’t have been this terrified.

Moreover, Song Yi had checked—over the past six months, Ling Xi hadn’t actually been imprisoned by Mu Xie.

Yet Ling Xi’s reaction suggested prolonged persecution, as if Mu Xie had tormented her for ages.

It wasn’t just confinement or control—there was likely harm involved too.

Was there something Ling Xi wasn’t telling her?

“I’m sorry…” Ling Xi whimpered, glancing at the trash bin. Her sobs subsided, but tears still fell.

“Don’t apologize. I was just teasing you.” Song Yi soothed her. “There, there, it’s alright now.”

She intensified the rhythm of their shared symphony, matching the crescendo of the moment.

“Will Chairwoman Song be satisfied like this?” Ling Xi occasionally pressed further, shamelessly probing Song Yi’s reactions.

Song Yi could no longer keep up the act.

To avoid revealing she was fully conscious, she moaned softly, clinging to Ling Xi, teeth sinking into her shoulder.

Her nails dug into Ling Xi’s back, silently willing her to quiet down.

But Ling Xi, seemingly impervious to pain, whispered, “How about this? Should I go harder to make it better?”

“You—ah—you’re… utterly audacious.” Tears welled in Song Yi’s eyes as she finally managed to choke out the words.

“I’m your superior. Aren’t you afraid of angering me?” Her neck bore the marks of Ling Xi’s handiwork.

Above, glistening tear trails streaked her cheeks, saliva glinting at the corner of her lips. Below… well, that went without saying.

“Would Chairwoman Song really be angry with me?” Ling Xi feigned innocence. “Haven’t I done all this to please you, to make you happy?”

“Chairwoman Song… just tell me, do you like it like this?”

“You’re really…” Song Yi gasped, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.

“No matter how high and mighty you usually are, right now, you’re as docile as a pitiful little lamb.” Ling Xi held Song Yi’s senses captive.

She steered the course, doling out fleeting moments of relief only when she deemed fit.

Even then, Song Yi didn’t lash out in anger.

Perhaps she was truly lost in the moment, or perhaps she loved Ling Xi too much.

Enough to let Ling Xi be this disrespectful, to let her toy with her like this.

All Song Yi offered in return were tearful scolds.

And a few bites.

Just before the peak, Ling Xi shifted from rough nips to tender kisses.

She kissed Song Yi’s cheeks, chin, the tip of her nose.

Kissed every tremble that wracked her body.

Then, she taunted her with the earlier question. “Chairwoman Song asked what I wanted, didn’t you?”

Ling Xi’s words seeped into Song Yi’s heart.

“What I want… is you.”

Song Yi clawed at Ling Xi’s back, toes curling tightly.

Finally, when Ling Xi deemed it enough, she asked the question she truly wanted answered.

“Song Yi… do you love me?”

“Wh-what?” Song Yi was just emerging from her dazed state.

“Do you love me?” Ling Xi stroked her face, tears brimming in her eyes.

“I…” Was this a confession?

Song Yi’s mind buzzed.

Was she the one not sober, or was Ling Xi drunk?

Was it their pheromones clouding their judgment, or the long-overdue mating mark stirring unrest?

Who would confess in a situation like this?

Song Yi blinked, warmth spreading across her face.

Ling Xi sniffled. “Never mind… what’s the point of asking now…” She still believed Song Yi was intoxicated.

A hint of frustration flickered in her eyes.

Ling Xi cupped Song Yi’s face in her hands. “Even if you’re drunk and will forget everything tomorrow, I still… still want to ask.”

Song Yi’s eyes slowly widened.

She watched as Ling Xi leaned in closer.

And kissed her so ambiguously.

Their lips and teeth clashed, then melted together.

From Ling Xi’s movements, Song Yi heard the unspoken question.

—Song Yi, do you like me?

A voice echoed in her ears: “I like you.”

It was Song Yi’s voice.

Ling Xi froze in place.

She couldn’t tell if those words were her imagination or a reality too beautiful to be true.

Did Song Yi like her? Ling Xi turned around to look at Song Yi’s sleeping face.

Song Yi had been exhausted by her antics yesterday and still hadn’t woken up yet.

Ling Xi gazed at Song Yi tenderly and planted a kiss on the corner of her eye.

She would confess properly once Song Yi woke up.

She couldn’t keep running from this answer any longer.

After sitting on the bed for a while, Ling Xi noticed her phone on the nightstand lighting up repeatedly.

She picked it up and saw that Ling Yue had been calling her nonstop.

Ling Xi quickly unlocked the screen. From 4 a.m. until now, Ling Yue had called multiple times and sent a barrage of messages.

A quick glance revealed they were mostly demands for an explanation about how she’d gotten married.

She’d been found out. Ling Xi shrank back slightly. Though she hadn’t planned to hide it, she still didn’t know how to explain it to Ling Yue.

She hurriedly replied to Ling Yue’s messages.

Another call came through immediately.

Ling Xi quickly declined it and typed out an explanation to her sister.

[Someone’s still sleeping next to me—text only!]

There was a pause on Ling Yue’s end.

[Who? Your new wife?]

Ling Xi replied with a simple “Yeah.”

She could practically feel Ling Yue’s exasperation through the screen.

[Get out here and explain this properly.] Ling Yue sent an address immediately.

Ling Xi checked the time—past 8 a.m. No wonder Ling Yue was so impatient.

But Song Yi still hadn’t woken up.

Ling Xi hesitated, not wanting to disturb Song Yi after how much she’d exhausted her the night before.

Yet she also didn’t want to leave abruptly, as if she were running from their unresolved feelings.

Under Ling Yue’s relentless urging, Ling Xi finally left a note for Song Yi.

She returned to her room, changed quickly, and rushed out the door.

She even remembered to instruct Butler Zhao to use Song Yi’s driver.

When she arrived at the meeting spot, Ling Xi finally saw her sister after so long.

Tears welled up instantly, spilling over.

Ling Xi threw herself at Ling Yue, wrapping her in a tight hug.

“Sis… it’s been so long.” So, so long since she’d last seen her.

Ling Yue patted her head. “It’s only been three or four months. Did you miss me that much?”

Ling Xi shook her head. “You wouldn’t understand.” For her and Ling Yue, it had been far longer than mere months.

“Getting cheeky now, huh? What wouldn’t I understand?” Ling Yue’s eyes were misty too.

Though she wasn’t as dramatic about it as Ling Xi.

She pulled Ling Xi to sit down while Ling Xi wiped her tears.

“You’ve always been a crybaby, ever since you were little.” Ling Yue clicked her tongue.

Just then, their breakfast arrived. “Eat first. You probably skipped breakfast, didn’t you?”

Ling Xi nodded, brightening at the sight of all her favorite dishes.

“After this, you’re giving me a full explanation about that marriage certificate. Leave you alone for a few months, and you go and get married.”

Ling Yue hadn’t forgotten why she’d summoned her sister so urgently.

Ling Xi nearly choked on the custard bun in her mouth.

She’s really this guilty, huh? Ling Yue sighed inwardly.

She felt sorry for her younger sister, who had just graduated from university and was already dealing with all sorts of family troubles.

If Ling Xi had married someone hastily because the pressure was too much to bear…

Ling Yue thought she probably couldn’t blame her.

After all, it was also her and their mother’s carelessness that led to this outcome.

Fortunately, someone kind had stepped in to help.