The Fallen Film Queen’s Possessive Alpha - Chapter 55

The massive boulder pressed against her chest, making it hard to breathe. Choking, she tumbled from the high-rise, the sound of wind whistling past her ears as she fell.

Song Haoyin jolted awake in terror, gasping for air. This was already the Nth time she had been startled awake by the uncontrollable sensation of falling.

Actors had to constantly immerse themselves in their roles, experiencing their characters’ journeys and emotions, yet also repeatedly detach themselves from those roles. Was it because of her own inadequacy that she couldn’t pull away quickly enough? Mocking her own shortcomings, Song Haoyin reached for the water glass on her nightstand.

“Here.”

A familiar voice exploded beside her ear, and a warm glass was pressed into her hand. Instinctively, Song Haoyin murmured her thanks. It wasn’t until the warm water touched her lips that she realized what had happened. She tried to speak but ended up choking instead.

The person sitting by her bed gently patted her back. “Take it easy.”

The motion-activated light flickered on, casting a dim yellow glow over the two of them from above. Zhou Qiwei was bathed in a soft halo of light as Song Haoyin took the towel and finally stopped coughing. “How did you… Did Yuanbao tell you?”

She seemed even more worried about me than I was about myself. Zhou Qiwei sighed and pulled Song Haoyin into a hug. “I saw you filming.”

Her body, stiff from the nightmare, gradually relaxed in the warmth of her girlfriend’s embrace. Song Haoyin let herself be held, listening quietly as Zhou Qiwei continued, “I saw you jump from that building. I don’t even know how to describe how I felt, so I left. But I couldn’t stop worrying. And honestly… I was a little angry too. Anyway, my emotions are all over the place right now.”

Classic Zhou Qiwei-style comfort.

This kind of blunt, unfiltered honesty left Song Haoyin at a loss for words. She wouldn’t give up, and Zhou Qiwei wouldn’t ask her to they both understood the significance of her career. In moments like this, there was nothing else to do but hold Zhou Qiwei tighter.

Song Haoyin often felt like she had stumbled upon a treasure, even to the point of feeling awestruck. Among all the couples she had ever seen, Zhou Qiwei was probably the easiest girlfriend to appease. Like now despite being furious, she was still trying to work through it on her own.

“Why don’t you ever act spoiled with me?”

The words slipped out before she could stop them. Song Haoyin wished she could glue her mouth shut. Zhou Qiwei met her gaze and drawled, “If that’s what you need, I suppose I could reluctantly… indulge you a little.”

Their eyes locked, and Zhou Qiwei couldn’t help but laugh first. She truly couldn’t imagine herself playing the role of a “petulant little drama queen.”

The atmosphere grew tender and intimate as they nestled together, whispering about everything that had happened to them recently.

“All the dangerous scenes for this film are already done. What’s left are just some action sequences, but mostly dialogue-heavy scenes.” Nestled in her girlfriend’s arms, Song Haoyin played with Zhou Qiwei’s hair as she talked about her new movie. “I’ll go back to my usual type of roles after this at least nothing with stunts this risky. Honestly, the moment I jumped, I was terrified.”

She wasn’t just saying that to comfort her girlfriend. In that split second of freefall, she had genuinely been afraid.

But she had remembered she was acting. She channeled her fear, portraying a character who was terrified yet had no choice but to leap. Yet the moment she landed on the car roof, a sudden thought struck her, what if she was unlucky enough to break a bone? What if she damaged her spine?

What would happen to her life then…?

Song Haoyin couldn’t bear her own imperfections. If she were truly broken, her first instinct would be to flee abroad to prevent Zhou Qiwei from seeing her in such a wretched state. Physical injury was different from financial ruin; she could never tolerate exposing physiological flaws within an intimate relationship.

What an honest self-analysis. Zhou Qiwei remained silent until Miss Song nervously tugged at her collar, then asked, “If my lab had an accident—if I got hurt or infected by something strange would you also discard me as a stain?”

Just as Madam Zhou had done to Zhou Mu.

“Of course not!” Song Haoyin denied vehemently. Her perfectionism had always been directed only at herself or specific endeavors. How could she ever treat her lover or family that way?

Whether it was Qiwei or Ange, no matter what happened, she would stay by their side.

“If you were seriously injured and ran off abroad, wouldn’t that still count as abandoning me?”

This was the first time Song Haoyin had seen Zhou Qiwei so furious her lips trembling, pheromones spilling uncontrollably.

The bedroom was already saturated with the rich aroma of cognac. Dizzy and overwhelmed, Song Haoyin reached out to stop Zhou Qiwei from leaving but instead collapsed into her arms.

“Don’t go.”

Their pheromones tangled intimately as Zhou Qiwei pinned her to the bed, demanding through gritted teeth, “You forbid me from leaving without a word, insist I tell you everywhere I go yet this is what you’d do?!”

“Then what am I to you? A plaything? Something you can toss aside when you decide to quit?”

Song Haoyin wanted to defend herself, but she was forced onto her knees against the mattress, their emotions tightly linked by pheromones. The air grew thick, suffocating. Struggling to breathe, she felt her rationality slipping away and for the first time, she was afraid.

Even during their earliest couplings, Zhou Qiwei’s pheromones had never carried this much fury and resentment. It was like being caught in a storm, plunged into a pool of liquor, drowning only to be lifted gently back to the surface, left to drift in a sea of desire.

Her fair skin flushed pink. Tears soaked the pillow as she clutched the sheets, whimpering her waist, her legs, aching unbearably.

Still unsatisfied, Zhou Qiwei bit down hard over her heart, ignoring her cries of pain. Perhaps it was a lover’s possessiveness erupting, but right now, she truly wanted to lock Song Haoyin away in some dark room, just the two of them, for a long, long time.

“This is revenge,” Song Haoyin muttered weakly, submerged in hot water and bubbles for her post-mortem reflection. “Whoever said ‘the field can’t be over-plowed’ was lying. A complete lie!”

Before she could finish, another light bite landed on her collarbone. Her cheeks still flushed, Song Haoyin feigned anger. “You brute!”

Zhou Qiwei vehemently rejected this reversal of blame: “The brute is the one who wanted to abandon me. Boo-hoo, I was tricked out of my body and my heart can’t I even collect a little interest? Woe~ is~ me~”

And in operatic vibrato, no less!

Song Haoyin stared at her girlfriend in shock, realizing this woman was growing shameless by the day. But today, she was the one at fault. Besides, now that their pheromones had settled, the tension between them had eased. She had no desire to return to that state again.

Today, it was indeed my own slip of the tongue first… but that doesn’t mean I should just let it go. If Zhou Qiwei has any little weaknesses, now would be the perfect time to tug at them.

Song Haoyin pursed her lips, racking her brain, while Zhou Qiwei began to feel uneasy. Had she gone too far just now? Was Song Haoyin uncomfortable, even in pain?

That shouldn’t be the case. She had already checked Song Haoyin didn’t have any severe swelling, only a clear bite mark on her gland where Zhou Qiwei had sunk her teeth in deeply.

“You…”

“Nudist camp.”

Zhou Qiwei thought her ears were playing tricks on her. She reflexively blurted, “Huh?”

“I said, nudist camp.” Song Haoyin smiled innocently. “I just casually mentioned it, and you immediately assumed I was going to abandon you. So if you went to a nudist camp, wouldn’t I have the right to suspect”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“And who can prove that?”

Zhou Qiwei was left speechless. Who could she even ask to vouch for her… Leliana?

No way. That troublemaker would only stand by and watch the drama, maybe even throw some dirt on her. Only now did she truly understand what it meant to be unable to defend oneself utterly incapable of proving her innocence.

Fortunately, Song Haoyin wasn’t here to pick a fight. Seeing Zhou Qiwei at a loss for words, she triumphantly tossed her hair and declared with full conviction, “So who’s the unreasonable one here?”

“Me.”

“Who didn’t listen properly and blew things out of proportion?”

“Still me.”

“Who’s the villain?”

“Me.”

Zhou Qiwei curled up in the water, looking small, pitiful, and helpless—completely devoid of the fierce dominance she had displayed on the bed earlier.

“Then, isn’t it wrong of you to punish me by exploiting my momentary slip of the tongue and my deep-rooted perfectionist complex?”

Zhou Qiwei grabbed a towel and held it up like a white flag, but before fully surrendering, she made one last feeble attempt to justify herself: “But you said you were going to run off abroad, I ”

“That was my mistake, but I had my reasons too.”

Like a stunningly beautiful mermaid emerging from the water, Song Haoyin’s fair, smooth skin and perfectly proportioned figure came into view. Zhou Qiwei remained frozen in the water, but her hand was taken and pressed against that soft, creamy skin.

“If it were damaged, wouldn’t you feel regret? Wouldn’t you want to escape reality?”

Saying “no” would be too hypocritical. Then, like the siren’s call, her girlfriend’s voice rang out: “Wouldn’t you regret it? And because of that regret, wouldn’t you start avoiding the person closest to you? Is that really an unforgivable sin?”

Song Haoyin’s voice was full of grievance as she poked Zhou Qiwei’s chest. “Am I not even allowed to voice my fears in the face of terrifying fantasies? And you bit me.”

With the moon seemingly cradled in her arms, Dr. Zhou’s brain short-circuited again, and all thoughts of defending herself vanished into thin air. “Then… you can bite me too. Anywhere you want.”

“I’m such a fool, really. I only considered that Song Haoyin might be frightened. I never expected Zhou Qiwei to be this shameless!” Director Qu Yuanzhi.

The overwhelming pheromones leaking from the floor where the lead actress stayed had triggered the building’s pheromone concentration alarm system. Qu Yuanzhi was dragged out of bed in the dead of night and rushed to Song Haoyin’s floor in a panic.

The floor manager had already arrived with security, but none of them knew exactly what had happened. They were still waiting for someone in charge to step forward.

Before arriving at the scene, Director Qu had assumed Song Haoyin’s pheromone imbalance was due to shock from yesterday’s filming. But upon arrival, she realized these weren’t Song’s pheromones or at least, not entirely hers.

The originally crisp fruity scent was now tightly enveloped by the rich, intense aroma of cognac, both wafting into Qu Yuanzhi’s nose. Her Omega instincts went into overdrive. Even without being in estrus, her glands kept screaming warnings: There was an Alpha with extremely high pheromone levels here, alongside an equally high-level Omega!

Primordial genes warned Qu Yuanzhi that as an unbonded Omega, she should flee immediately unless she wanted to walk right in.

Qu Yuanzhi chose the third option modern Omegas would pick. While calling Zhou Qiwei, she pounded on the door: “You didn’t turn on the air filtration! Control yourselves!” She’d already stopped caring about bystanders they could just sign NDAs later.

After thirty seconds of relentless door-pounding and repeated calls, the suite door finally opened. Zhou Qiwei swaggered out with visible bite marks on her cheek, looking annoyed: “What do you want?!”

“What do you think?!” Qu Yuanzhi internally cursed her misfortune. “Couldn’t you at least turn on the air filtration? The whole floor can smell your pheromones!”

Zhou Qiwei rubbed her nose, only now noticing the dense pheromone concentration in the hallway. Frowning slightly, she glared at the manager: “Doesn’t your hotel have pheromone filtration systems?”

Where there were alarm systems, there should be filtration standard for handling pheromone surges or leaks during investigations.

“Our systems malfunctioned unexpectedly,” the flustered manager apologized after taking a call. “Our deepest apologies, Director Qu, President Zhou. The central pheromone filtration system failed, causing this inconvenience.”

Since hotel security had been compromised and this involved a private couple’s reunion, staff quickly retreated after apologies. Alone in the hallway, Qu Yuanzhi rolled her eyes at her old friend: “Control yourself! Haoyin needs rest we have filming in two days!”

“I told you it was an accident.”

Studying the exhaust valve, Zhou Qiwei seemed lost in thought when Qu gleefully asked: “What happened to your face?”

“Oh, just love marks.”

After knowing Zhou Qiwei for over a decade, Qu Yuanzhi finally realized what a shameless creature her friend was how could she say that with a straight face?!

“To make Song so angry she’d bite you, you ”

Before she could finish, the manager reappeared urgently: “President Zhou, we need your expertise. Our filtration system’s malfunction defies diagnosis.”

Apparently, this was a genuine technical failure. Nodding in understanding, Zhou Qiwei agreed. After all, Cubic Industries earned its “Industrial” moniker by manufacturing all pheromone-related equipment alongside their research.

The central filtration system in this hotel was likely a model once produced by Rubik’s Cube Corporation. If Zhou Qiwei couldn’t fix it, they’d have to call engineers from headquarters.

“Where are you going?”

The heavy door of the presidential suite swung open again, revealing a woman whose voice still carried a trace of drowsiness. Before the words fully left her lips, she had already stepped into view before the three of them.

Qu Yuanzhi gaped this was the first time she had ever seen Song Haoyin in such a state. The faint flush at the corners of her eyes, the rosy tint dusting her fair skin though she was neatly dressed in sleepwear, nothing could hide the languid allure in her every movement, nor the unmistakable air of intimacy that clung to her. Any adult could tell at a glance what had transpired in that suite.

Yet the way she looked at Zhou Qiwei was soft and trusting, and Zhou Qiwei naturally hooked their fingers together, instantly thickening the air with an unspoken tension.

“The pheromone filtration system here is malfunctioning. Rest first I’ll go check and come right back.”

Zhou Qiwei coaxed Song Haoyin in a tender voice, making Qu Yuanzhi’s teeth ache from the sweetness. Unable to hold back, she cut in, “Why don’t I stay with Haoyin while you go take a look?”

Zhou Qiwei shot her a wary glance in response, which made Qu Yuanzhi’s lips twist in irritation. Was this jerk seriously worried she might have ulterior motives toward Song Haoyin?

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