Seduced Me into a Deep Fall - Chapter 43

“Why do you say that?” Song Yi was taken aback by Ling Xi’s question.

She had indeed deliberately given Ling Xi a casual tour at the time.

Because of her own selfish little secret.

She just wanted Ling Xi to seek her out more often, even if it was just because she got lost.

“See, you clearly divided the rooms into sections. But when you told me about them, you only mentioned what they were. Even if I memorized them, I’d still get confused.” Ling Xi even pulled out her notes to show Song Yi.

Looking at Ling Xi’s notes, Song Yi broke into a cold sweat.

“If I said it was on purpose, would you be mad at me?” In the end, she decided not to hide it.

Now that she and Ling Xi were close, this small issue shouldn’t be enough to drive Ling Xi away.

“Not at all. But I’d be curious why.” Ling Xi pulled Song Yi down to sit with her.

Song Yi ended up sitting on her lap, held in Ling Xi’s embrace.

Ling Xi rested her head against Song Yi’s arm, looking up at her with wide eyes. “So, Sister, tell me.”

Song Yi couldn’t refuse her. “Because I like you.”

As she spoke, Song Yi slid down, nestling into Ling Xi’s arms.

“Because I like you, I wanted more chances to be with you. Back then, you weren’t close to me and were even afraid of me. So I thought, if you got lost, you’d definitely come looking for me, and so…”

“Oh, I see.” Ling Xi thought about it—it made sense.

Song Yi hadn’t meant to make things difficult for her. She’d just acted on her feelings, using a little trick.

It hadn’t caused any trouble, and she’d even handwritten all those wooden signs.

“Then let’s change them together,” Ling Xi said, poking Song Yi’s waist.

“Won’t that expose you? Aren’t you afraid of being bothered?”

Song Yi shrugged indifferently. “I’m not active online anyway—no social media accounts. At most, they’ll just see my profile picture change on this platform.” She whispered this part.

This time, it was truly whispered—her voice wasn’t picked up by the livestream.

Ling Xi nodded.

“Are you hungry? Want me to make you a midnight snack?” Ling Xi didn’t know what Song Yi had been busy with earlier, but she’d heard the sound of keyboard typing the whole time.

“Sure. Make some for yourself too.” Song Yi picked up her phone and, after a few taps, pulled up Ling Xi’s livestream on her screen.

“I’ll help you.”

“Livestreaming?”

“I’ll hold it.”

Ling Xi cheerfully headed into the kitchen.

[When are you turning on the camera?! Asking one more time!]

[Petition with a million signatures to turn on the camera!]

[+10068]

Song Yi glanced at the comments and scoffed. “Give it up. The camera isn’t turning on. If you have questions, I’ll relay them.”

“Your fans say you don’t know how to capitalize on hype. When the engagement was at its peak earlier, you just kept drawing. What do you say to that, little sweetheart?”

Song Yi recalled a comment she’d seen earlier and answered first.

“I forgive you,” Ling Xi said breezily, kissing Song Yi’s forehead. Song Yi wrapped her arms around her and returned the kiss with a deeper one.

After eating, the two leaned against each other on the couch, each handling their own messages.

Ling Xi thought about how Song Yi had liked her from so early on—maybe she’d done more than just this one thing to bring them closer.

As for why Song Yi liked her, Ling Xi hadn’t figured that out yet.

But that wasn’t the point right now.

After all, liking someone didn’t need a reason. Just like how Ling Xi could list ten thousand things she adored about Song Yi, yet she still couldn’t pinpoint exactly which one had made her fall in love.

Ling Xi only wanted to know what else Song Yi had done.

She recalled all the previous suspicious signs, and when her gaze inadvertently fell on the wine cabinet in the corner of the living room, she froze.

Just how good was Song Yi’s alcohol tolerance? Last time, after downing an entire bottle, she had still been sober enough to remember Ling Xi’s confession and even respond to it.

Had her drunkenness… been an act?

Or was it that she simply didn’t black out when drunk?

“What are you thinking about?” Song Yi noticed Ling Xi spacing out and poked her cheek.

Ling Xi jolted back to reality. “Sis.”

“Mhm. I’ve finished replying to my messages. What about you?” Song Yi leaned against Ling Xi’s shoulder as she spoke.

But Ling Xi didn’t let go of her suspicions.

She set down her phone, its screen long gone dark, and pressed close to Song Yi’s ear. “I’m done too. Let’s go do something.”

“Sure.”

In less than two seconds, before Song Yi could react, Ling Xi swept her up in a bridal carry.

Her little sweetheart was getting bolder and more skilled by the day. Satisfied, Song Yi looped her arms around Ling Xi’s neck.

A puppy she’d trained herself was always the cutest.

“I still want some wine to set the mood,” Ling Xi said, in no hurry to carry Song Yi upstairs.

Song Yi could only watch as Ling Xi grabbed two bottles of wine on the way up.

She couldn’t stop her. After all, she had been the one to use this trick to get close to Ling Xi in the first place.

“Little sweetheart!” But she could still pretend to be pitiful.

Song Yi blinked hard, summoning real tears. “Don’t you dare like her.”

It took Ling Xi half a second to react before Song Yi fiercely bit her lip.

Between kisses, Ling Xi found it strange.

She hadn’t even gotten Song Yi drunk yet, so why was she acting so clingy and unreasonable, as if already intoxicated?

Song Yi’s tone, her words, her actions—all of it reminded Ling Xi of that night days ago when a drunken Song Yi had demanded kisses.

“Wasn’t that all you?” Only after thoroughly stealing Song Yi’s breath, forcing her to pause and recover, did Ling Xi stroke her hair and try to reason with her.

“I—I don’t even know her,” Song Yi whimpered, tears welling up, her eyes hazy with mist. She looked so pitiful and fragile that Ling Xi had no choice but to set aside her investigation into Song Yi’s drunkenness for now.

Cupping Song Yi’s face, Ling Xi gazed into her eyes earnestly. “You’re my favorite, okay?”

“You’re the one I love most. My partner, my beloved. Don’t cry—it hurts me to see.” She had to comfort Song Yi first before anything else.

And comfort her thoroughly.

By the time Song Yi was soothed, Ling Xi was exhausted too.

Song Yi seemed dazed, her eyes fluttering shut as she drifted off to sleep.

Ling Xi cleaned up the mess, storing the two wine bottles in their bedroom cabinet.

Finally, she climbed into bed, where Song Yi appeared to be fast asleep.

Ling Xi chuckled at her own petty thoughts and collapsed beside Song Yi.

“Just teasing you.” Song Yi kissed her back.

“I know. You’re the worst.” Ling Xi laughed as her hand was caught and let Song Yi play with her fingers.

“Call me sis.”

“Sis~” Ling Xi’s voice was sweet and obedient. Her fingers tangled playfully with Song Yi’s.

“What time is it, sis?”

Song Yi rolled over to check the nightstand. “Past ten.”

Before she could finish saying, “We can go another round,” Ling Xi spoke up.

“Then I can still work on my draft for an hour.”

“…Go ahead.” Song Yi was speechless.

“Don’t sleep with me tonight.” She turned away, ignoring Ling Xi.

Ling Xi froze for a moment, abandoning her illustration work to return to bed and embrace Song Yi. “Sister, I was wrong.”

“Mmm.” Song Yi responded with a nasal sound, not turning around.

“Sister~ I thought you didn’t want me anymore.” Ling Xi nuzzled against Song Yi’s shoulder. “I won’t draw anymore, okay?”

Ling Xi sighed. “Sister,  you actually weren’t drunk at all, were you?”

Song Yi couldn’t possibly answer her.

Ling Xi reached out, gently caressing Song Yi’s face.

As if in a dream, Song Yi unconsciously leaned closer, pressing her cheek against Ling Xi’s palm.

After tucking Song Yi in, Ling Xi lay down beside her, her emotions complicated.

If it were just about showing her the room, she could let it go.

It was a small matter, and Ling Xi didn’t want to create distance over it—she could overlook it.

But the drunken incident, even now, recalling it left an indelible sense of guilt in Ling Xi’s heart.

It seemed their beginning, their first time, had all been accidents.

She had taken advantage of Song Yi’s drunkenness to but if all of this had been Song Yi’s deliberate act, a carefully concealed performance.

Ling Xi’s feelings were beyond complicated.

Song Yi had claimed to hide nothing from her. Yet now, one revelation after another surfaced.

From Yun Fengzhi’s matter to Song Yi’s return to the country, and now the drunken episode, Ling Xi couldn’t help but wonder.

Between them, what was real anymore?

What part of Song Yi was unwrapped, like herself—completely and purely genuine?

She hated being kept in the dark.

It always reminded her of her adoptive family. Saying nothing, thinking it was protection.

“I woke up when you got out of bed.” Song Yi reached out to embrace her. “Feeling down?”

“A little.” Ling Xi, comforted by the warmth and softness of the embrace, felt slightly better.

For once, Song Yi didn’t ask why she was upset.

She knew all too well.

Ling Xi had probably guessed as much.

Instead of offering comfort or words, Song Yi simply kissed her.

As if to show how much she loved her.

Ling Xi passively accepted it, finally realizing one thing.

She didn’t want to confront Song Yi.

She didn’t want to argue or fight.

Bringing this up would only upset her.

So… it was better to pretend she didn’t know.

“Feeling better?” Song Yi was waiting for Ling Xi to ask.

But Ling Xi delayed, returning the kiss instead.

Only when Ling Xi had exhausted herself again did they finally stop.

“My sweet!.” Song Yi was at a loss.

She didn’t know how to broach the subject, and Ling Xi showed no intention of asking.

The night would end like this.

Ling Xi shook her head. “Let’s not talk. Let’s sleep.”

Song Yi opened her mouth.

Was Ling Xi choosing not to pursue this, or…?

Held in Ling Xi’s arms, she finally felt a little at ease.

At least Ling Xi was still willing to hold her.

The next day, they acted as if nothing had happened, clinging to each other as usual, staying close even after washing up.

Song Yi cautiously tested Ling Xi’s mood.

But Ling Xi seemed to have forgotten last night’s unpleasantness.

“I’m a bit busy today.” Aside from that, everything was the same as always.

“Working overtime?” Song Yi’s grip on her spoon tightened slightly.

“Probably can’t have lunch together today. This way, I shouldn’t have to work overtime.”

Song Yi felt a little disappointed.

“I’ll make it up to you tonight.” Ling Xi ruffled Song Yi’s hair. “Don’t be sad.”

“Then I’ll handle some work at noon too.”

Before getting out of the car, Ling Xi cupped Song Yi’s face and gave her a goodbye kiss.

The moment Ling Xi turned away, Song Yi’s expression darkened.

If Ling Xi didn’t bring it up should she deliberately leave a clue?

Or should she, like Ling Xi, pretend not to know and continue their muddled post-drinking mess?

Song Yi entered the building in a gloomy mood.

During the morning meeting, the employees beneath her didn’t dare even breathe too loudly.

At noon, even Fu Youyou’s faction, who usually liked to provoke her, kept unusually quiet.

“Any new developments?” Song Yi forced herself to stay focused, determined to get to the bottom of Fu Youyou and Song Lian’s affairs.

“Chairman Song. We found out that back then, it wasn’t just your mother who was in confinement—another woman in the old residence was also in confinement at the same time. Her child was born just a few days apart from Song Lian. Perhaps…” The secretary reported to Song Yi.

Song Yi tapped her fingers on the desk. “Is there any surveillance footage from that time?”

“It’s been too long. The footage is no longer retrievable.”

“Was that woman not from the Song family?” Song Yi tried another angle.

“She was a very distant relative, and she no longer carries the Song surname.”

“…Get me in touch with Song Shizhen.” Song Shizhen was Song Dongming’s elder sister.

She was also the one who had delivered the genetic test results to Song Yi.

This Song Shizhen usually kept a low profile. Aside from Song Dongming and Fu Youyou—who were close and often used as pawns against her—the rest of their family members had almost no presence within the vast Song family.

What was Song Shizhen trying to achieve by sending her that information?

After picking up Ling Xi in the evening, Song Yi listened as she recounted her day at work.

Her mind was already calculating.

After dinner, Song Yi took the initiative to grab the alcohol Ling Xi had left in the room the night before. Before Ling Xi could stop her, she uncorked the bottle and downed it in one go.

Ling Xi stood beside her, heart pounding wildly.

“Jiejie, you don’t have to—” She had only just figured it out.

She could pretend not to know. She could avoid asking Song Yi for the truth.

Why was Song Yi going this far?

“What?” Song Yi finished the bottle, her gaze slightly unfocused.

Ling Xi stared at her hazy eyes, at a loss.

“You don’t have to force yourself to get drunk. Alcohol is bad for your health.”

“Weren’t you the one trying to get me drunk yesterday?” Song Yi feigned a sliver of sobriety as she opened the second bottle.

“I just—” Ling Xi had only wanted to test her.

Whether Song Yi drank or not, she already had her answer.

An answer she had written in her heart before the test even began.

The fact that she had resorted to testing meant that, at least in this matter, she no longer trusted Song Yi.

“I don’t really want to do this either. But if you want me to, I’ll drink.”

Song Yi swayed the bottle, her cheeks flushed with tipsiness, her steps unsteady.

Ling Xi hurried forward to steady her.

“Jiejie, I’m not trying to force you.”

Ling Xi felt guilty again. Maybe she shouldn’t have entertained those thoughts in the first place—shouldn’t have doubted Song Yi.

“You’re not forcing anyone.” Song Yi began chugging the second bottle.

To prevent Ling Xi from stopping her, she grabbed her hand.

“I just don’t want you hiding things and this matter is strange to begin with. If you…” Ling Xi struggled for a moment before continuing to speak.

Until the grip restraining her hands loosened.

Ling Xi’s words caught in her throat. She looked down at Song Yi, who happened to glance up at her at the same time.

That gaze was exactly the same as on countless moonlit nights before.

Hazy, tinged with drunkenness. Clearly not sober.

Ling Xi froze in place.

Was Song Yi actually drunk?

Had she misjudged her?

“Why are you in my office?” Song Yi had already planned tonight’s script before coming home.

“What office?” Ling Xi was dazed, breathing in the scent of bergamot mixed with alcohol, suddenly feeling like she was the one who wasn’t sober.

“Don’t even recognize your teacher now? Your attitude is getting worse and worse.” Song Yi snorted coldly.

Only then did Ling Xi slowly realize, Song Yi was now playing the role of her teacher, ready to discipline her unruly student.

Based on past experience, it was probably that kind of discipline.

“Professor Song?” Ling Xi played along while trying to figure out whether Song Yi was acting or genuinely drunk.

She had never been able to tell the difference. Or perhaps, she had always believed Song Yi was truly drunk.

But what if Song Yi was just pretending?

Had she deliberately drunk two bottles just to give Ling Xi an opportunity to expose her?

“That’s more like it.” Song Yi crossed her legs and casually picked up a nearby wine bottle, treating it like an exam paper. “Your performance on this test is looking precarious again.”

To gauge Song Yi’s state, Ling Xi remained silent.

She studied Song Yi’s eyes, her posture.

It really did seem like she was drunk rambling, self-centered, demanding everyone around her to play along.

“Hmm? Not speaking? Do you not want to pass this course?”

Song Yi pinched Ling Xi’s chin, dutifully playing the role of a strict teacher.

With her chin tilted up, Ling Xi had no choice but to look down at her.

She noticed the sharpness in Song Yi’s eyes had softened slightly under the influence of alcohol.

If this was an act just how good was Song Yi’s acting?

“No, Professor Song.” Whether Song Yi was pretending or not, Ling Xi would go along with it.

After all, they were married now. A little roleplay couldn’t hurt.

Ling Xi sighed inwardly. She really was becoming more and more indulgent toward Song Yi.

Just a glance from Song Yi was enough to make her forget about pressing for the truth.
Ling Xi settled onto Song Yi’s lap. “Professor Song… what do I need to do to avoid failing?”

This script was probably what she thought it was, right?

Without waiting for an answer, Ling Xi’s fingers brushed Song Yi’s collarbone. “Do I need to, please you?”

“Quite skilled. Seems like you’ve done this plenty of times before.”

Song Yi narrowed her eyes, her gaze slightly unfocused as she looked at Ling Xi.

She really did seem drunk. Ling Xi caressed Song Yi’s neck before gently wrapping her arms around her waist.

Honestly, setting aside Song Yi’s motives, wasn’t this kind of fun in its own way?

“Of course not. I’ve only ever tried to please you, Professor.” Ling Xi murmured before pressing a kiss to the corner of Song Yi’s brow.

“After all, you’re the only one who goes easy on me.” She then licked away the tear at the corner of Song Yi’s eye—one that had been coaxed out by her fake drunken act.

Song Yi’s hand on her waist tightened imperceptibly.

“I always heard you were a troublemaker. Now I see you’re not just bad, you’re downright unruly.”

She refused with her words, so her mouth was punished by Ling Xi.

Ling Xi kissed Song Yi, slowly pressing her down.

“Am I being restless?” she murmured between kisses, brushing aside Song Yi’s hair and teasing her earlobe.

“If I were truly restless, why didn’t I ever have a deeper exchange with Professor Song before?”

Was she unable to keep up the act, or was today’s persona simply that of a tough-on-the-outside, soft-on-the-inside adorable teacher?

Convenient for this mischievous student to take advantage and challenge authority.

As Ling Xi toyed with Song Yi’s senses, she recalled every moment from the past.

Back then, when Song Yi was overcome with passion, her pheromones would explode alongside.

Ling Xi would lose herself in the overwhelming interference of an S-class omega’s pheromones, surrendering reason and self-control.

Naturally, she never noticed Song Yi’s tells.

But now, they were permanently bonded, and Ling Xi’s pheromones had also returned to S-class.

No matter how thick the bergamot scent grew, she could still cling to a shred of rationality—enough to dissect Song Yi’s reactions.

Or rather, to amplify them until Song Yi lost control, revealing the truth she had long concealed.

“You were supposed to… please me, not bully me…”

Yet Song Yi continued in that tearful voice, adorably biting Ling Xi’s cheek.

It was a habit of hers when sober.

Biting, pleading. Saying one thing while meaning another, pretending to be the victim, teasing in every way possible—only to flare up when Ling Xi retaliated.

“Does this not make you happy?” Ling Xi slowed slightly, fighting through the haze of bergamot for clarity.

“Is this how you please someone?” She felt close to uncovering the truth.

“Mmm…” Song Yi gave in earlier than usual.

Not that she intended to maintain the drunk act anyway.

She only wanted to give Ling Xi an outlet, a chance to confront her.

To leave obvious hints.

Someone as sharp as Ling Xi would surely notice, right?

Song Yi’s breaths grew ragged as Ling Xi began the final movement.

Tense and trembling, Song Yi’s gaze held no trace of intoxication—only the dazed look of someone scaling a peak.

Overwhelmed, she suddenly clutched Ling Xi’s waist.

Ignoring her pleas and the way she begged for an embrace, Ling Xi continued mercilessly.

Song Yi was nearing her limit. She had tried everything—why hadn’t Ling Xi caught on yet?

But she could no longer escape, trapped in the snare she herself had laid, waiting for Ling Xi to claim her.

As the last notes played, Song Yi whimpered, calling Ling Xi’s pet name. “Little darling,  where are you? hold me.”

Ling Xi’s fingers trembled for a moment.

She pulled Song Yi close and bit down hard on her collarbone, with a force she usually held back.

Song Yi’s voice was hoarse, her whisper unbearably sweet. “Little darling… be gentle.”

Ling Xi paid no heed to this liar, only tightening her grip.

So, from start to finish, she had been the only one truly lost.

Deceived by Song Yi, mistaking her act for reality, believing this wicked woman was genuinely drunk and helpless.

Tormented by guilt, she had nearly run away—only to be coaxed into signing two agreements.

Step by step, she had fallen into this troublemaker’s trap, now so deeply ensnared she couldn’t even muster a harsh word.