The Cold And Straight Alpha Is Always Being Flirted With By The Goddess Aunt - Chapter 32

“Now that you’ve returned home safely, you don’t need my company anymore,” was Yan Qing’s immediate reaction to Ji Qianqian’s request for her to stay.

“Qinghe, I was just kidnapped! What if I’m still in danger?” Ji Qianqian said, her heart still fluttering with lingering fear. She had begun to suspect that her stepmother was the shadow behind the kidnapping.

To her stepmother, Ji Qianqian’s existence was like a thorn in the throat. To ensure her precious Beta son could smoothly inherit the Ji family estate in the future, making a move against Qianqian was only logical.

Ji Qianqian shared these suspicions with Yan Qing.

“It likely had nothing to do with you; they were coming for me this time.” After some thought, Yan Qing hoped Ji Qianqian wouldn’t overthink it.

However, saying this only gave Ji Qianqian more leverage.

“Wow, so I basically took a bullet for you, Qinghe? Doesn’t that mean you should stay and accompany me even more?”

“After all, I was quite terrified today.”

The eldest Miss Ji used to speak quite normally. Lately, for some reason, whenever she spoke to Yan Qing, it made Yan Qing’s skin crawl with goosebumps.

In particular, the way she acted spoiled while shaking Yan Qing’s arm made Yan Qing’s teeth ache from the sheer “sweetness” of it. “You have a butler and servants at home…” Me staying won’t change much!

Moreover, Yan Qing was worried about Xi Zhaowan. The thought that Xi Zhaowan was likely still with Wei Weizhi caused a hidden discomfort to bubble up in her heart again.

“AHHH!!!”

Ji Qianqian suddenly let out a scream so loud Yan Qing’s eardrums nearly shattered. “Miss, what is it now?!”

One moment Ji Qianqian was like a cat that had its tail stepped on; the next, she raised a slender index finger to cover Yan Qing’s lips. “Listen. See if any servants come up.”

Yan Qing waited in silence for over ten seconds. The downstairs remained hollow and quiet. Aside from the echo of Ji Qianqian’s scream, no one came up to check on her or ask what was wrong.

“You see? Even if I were truly in danger tonight, whether I live or die, no one cares.” The young mistress crossed her arms with an air of indifference. “Even so, do you still insist on leaving, Qinghe?”

Recalling the attitudes of Ji’s father and stepmother, Yan Qing sighed faintly. “Fine. I’ll stay with you tonight. I’ll sleep in the guest room. If you need anything, text or call me.”

She pointed to her phone, returned to the guest room next to Ji Qianqian’s, and after washing up, sat on the bed to begin her daily cultivation.

Rescuing Ji Qianqian today had consumed a significant amount of spiritual energy. She attempted to circulate her Qi through the major and minor orbits, focusing on the left, center, and right meridians, holding a fixed seal at her Dantian.

The bell on her red string rustled in the silent night following the movements of her hand seals. Xi Zhaowan’s face and voice fell heavily into the depths of Yan Qing’s heart along with the sound.

She took a deep breath. Is there no way to have both in this life? She wanted to return to the Continent of Light Spirit, yet she also wanted to express her feelings to Xi Zhaowan. How could she remain loyal to her path without betraying her heart?

“Sect Leader, the revival of the entire Qingyun Sect depends on whether you can transcend and become an immortal,” the elder had sighed, his body hunched with age.

“Master, all disciples look to you. When you ascend, we shall surely follow!” Tens of thousands of disciples had practiced diligently on Qingyun Mountain, day and night, through wind and rain.

“Junior Sister, your talent in the Dao is something even I cannot hope to reach. From the moment you took over as Sect Leader, I could no longer call you ‘Junior Sister.’ I only wish for your early ascension, do not forget your kin.”

Everyone had absolute faith in her, waiting with bated breath for her enlightenment.

She, too, had made “becoming an immortal” the sole conviction of her life. Her childhood experiences, watching her mother and sister be treated like meat on a chopping block at the mercy of fate had taught her that only through strength could one contend with the Heavenly Dao.

This conviction was like a nail driven deep into her heart, taking root. Yet, since arriving here, it had begun to waver. As she thought of this, Yan Qing’s state of mind became increasingly unstable.

A mixture of longing, bitterness, and reluctance swirled in her heart, all manifesting as the name of a single woman.

She closed her eyes in meditation, murmuring inwardly, unaware of a faint knocking at the door.

“Qinghe, can I come in?”

It was Ji Qianqian. Yan Qing broke her posture, stood up, and opened the door. Ji Qianqian was wearing a knee length, fluffy pink nightgown. At 166cm, she looked like a tiny, furry cat wrapped in fabric.

She had finished her bath a while ago and had dressed herself quite delicately. Her usual arrogance as a wealthy young miss was buried under the unease of clutching a sleeping pillow.

Yan Qing was momentarily stunned to see her holding a cat eared pillow, a pink cotton quilt, and dragging a narrow sleeping mat.

“Miss… are you moving house?”

“Qinghe, I can’t sleep well alone.” Ji Qianqian’s long lashes fluttered pitifully.

“The bed here is only big enough for one person.”

“No, it’s clearly big enough for two. Let’s share.” Before Ji Qianqian could dash toward the bed, Yan Qing blocked her. “No!”

“Then I’ll sleep on the floor.” Ji Qianqian deployed her “equipment,” quickly spreading the mat, quilt, and pillow set on the floor beside Yan Qing’s bed.

Yan Qing rubbed her forehead. “Miss Ji, you weren’t like this before.”

Where was that cold, disdainful young mistress who ignored her “simps” with extreme prejudice?

Yan Qing would never forget the memories of the original host, the “self” who had knelt on one knee to put shoes on Ji Qianqian, or brought her meals only for them to be tossed in the trash.

“Who told you to ignore me now?” Ji Qianqian’s inner masochist seemed to have surfaced. “Besides, you saved me this time. I’ve found that I can forgive you.”

“Forgive me for what?” Yan Qing didn’t understand. She searched the original host’s memories and understood instantly.

“Alright, you don’t need to say it.” Yan Qing acted as if she hadn’t asked. At least she wasn’t the one who had done that back then.

Ji Qianqian didn’t care. The more indifferent Yan Qing acted, the more she seemed like an ungrateful wolf who “ate and ran.” Though she was angry inside, she didn’t show it on her face.

Instead, she stood on her tiptoes, hooked her arms around Yan Qing’s neck, and breathed softly into her ear. “I forgive you for being reckless back then… for getting hot headed, marking me, and sleeping with me…”

These blunt words, spoken in Ji Qianqian’s seductive yet gritted teeth tone, made Yan Qing’s face turn as red as a boiled shrimp.

She steadied her mind. “So, you treated me that way afterward because ‘I’…”

If the original host were standing here, hearing the conversation between Yan Qing and Ji, her emotions would surely be complicated. This scar between her and Ji Qianqian was being ripped open and discussed so brazenly.

Sometimes, a psychological knot is exactly like that, the more you care, the harder it is to speak of. Fortunately, the current Yan Qing was not the original “Qinghe.” Those who have no fear have no burden; by not caring, she was better able to expose the wound.

“For a time, you made me hate Alphas even more.” Ji Qianqian sat naturally on Yan Qing’s bed, crossing her legs. Her sleek calves ended in toes painted with sparkling pink polish.

This girl was so meticulous she even painted her toenails. Yan Qing simply sat down on the sleeping mat Ji Qianqian had prepared on the floor.

The two had swapped roles: Ji Qianqian had taken over the big bed, lying on her side and looking down at Yan Qing with a playful smile.

“But gradually, I realized you aren’t that annoying.” It was hard to tell if Ji Qianqian was being sincere. she teased, “Considering I gave you my first time, are you really not going to take responsibility for me?”

Yan Qing acted as if she hadn’t heard, inwardly cursing the original host for leaving her such a mess to deal with.

“I was in the wrong before.” Yan Qing was left speechless by Ji Qianqian’s shameless and rapid-fire barrage of words.

At a loss for words, she lowered her head. “My first kiss and being marked were also forced by you…”

So can we just call it even and let me go? By the time she finished the thought, her voice was as quiet as a mosquito.

“Qinghe, what are you saying?” Ji Qianqian found the shy Yan Qing adorable, nothing like her recent cold self, and certainly nothing like the fawning simp she used to be.

The old Yan Qinghe was an Alpha through and through, she would fawn or go into heat the moment she saw her.

But this Yan Qing was so untainted and pure, where did she look like an Alpha? She was more like an Omega than Ji herself.

Ji Qianqian felt a sudden urge to test her, performing an act of boldness she could hardly imagine. While Yan Qing wasn’t looking, she used her toes to touch a certain part of Yan Qing’s body.

At that moment, Yan Qing, whose cultivation was no longer what it once was changed her expression. Her hands formed a seal, and with a clever use of strength, she caught Ji Qianqian’s foot. Grabbing the painted toes, she gave a light flip, sending Ji Qianqian tumbling back onto the bed.

Ji Qianqian let out a startled cry, instinctively grabbing Yan Qing’s waist for support. Yan Qing was pulled down, looming over her, and hurriedly propped herself up with her hands.

Their faces were only centimeters apart. After the brief flare of anger, Yan Qing’s breathing remained steady. She stared at Ji Qianqian with wide, stern eyes. “Miss Ji, please stop treating me like the person I used to be.”

“How were you before?” Ji Qianqian smiled brightly. “The kind that would go into heat for me at any moment?”

Yan Qing was at a loss for words. “If you want to think of the past that way, you can.”

“But don’t talk about the ‘me’ of now like that, and don’t talk about yourself that way either.”

In the beginning, because her cultivation wasn’t high enough, she was easily controlled by the body’s physical memories. Now, it was impossible for her to lose control just because Ji Qianqian flirted a little.

“Is that so?” Ji Qianqian was skeptical.

“It won’t happen again.” Yan Qing held her breath, sensing that Ji Qianqian’s rose scent was growing stronger. She realized that because the girl had been marked by the original host, she had developed a physical dependency, which was now causing a hormonal imbalance.

I won’t burn for you, and I won’t ‘go into heat’ for you again.

She tried to get up, but Ji Qianqian sensed her resistance. Her eyes cooled by a few degrees. One hand tightened around Yan Qing’s waist while the other pressed Yan Qing’s head down, and she bit Yan Qing’s cheek hard.

“Qinghe, from now on, I am yours, and you belong only to me. Okay?” It sounded like a plea, yet it felt like a command.

Before Yan Qing could even wipe her face, Ji Qianqian headed for the door, leaving her with one last meaningful sentence: “About this kidnapping, remember to investigate it thoroughly when you go back. I’m afraid they have a backup plan for you. But on my end, you don’t need to tell the outside world it was aimed at you. Just let them think I was the target.”

She didn’t care who the mastermind was, she needed to use this kidnapping to make a move against the family council and completely purge her stepmother’s influence from the Ji Group.

Ji Qianqian had arrived silently, and she left swaying her hips like a leisurely cat.

Yan Qing sighed. She had to find a chance to settle things with Ji Qianqian. But if they truly went their separate ways and the original host eventually returned, what would happen if Ji Qianqian ignored her then?

But staying silent was even more problematic. She couldn’t keep occupying this body and deceiving Ji Qianqian.

And where would that leave Sister Wan? Regardless, she was certain she did not love Ji Qianqian.

Yan Qing had no idea how ridiculous her sigh seemed to Miss Ji.

The young mistress hugged her cat pillow. Beneath her straight bangs, her deep-sea eyes shimmered like a siren’s.

Qinghe is certainly much more interesting than before.

I really want to win her over completely, make her fall hopelessly in love with me… and then dump her ruthlessly.

That cold, porcelain face of hers would surely look beautiful when it shatters!

With this extreme fantasy, the young mistress licked her red lips in satisfaction and softly hummed a lullaby to herself.

But as the melody drifted, she closed her eyes, and all she could see was a gentle warmth, the memory of Yan Qing’s palm lightly covering her eyelashes to coax her to sleep.

That warmth turned into a trickling stream of comfort, making her almost forget her cold father and her viper-like stepmother who watched her position…

Now, she really couldn’t fall asleep…