The Fallen Film Queen’s Possessive Alpha - Chapter 61

Zhou Qiwei had been confined during spring, and by the time she awoke from her long slumber, early summer had arrived.

She and Song Haoyin had been together for a full year now.

A whole year.

Zhou Qiwei was overjoyed. She beamed at Xuan Tinglu, who had come early in the morning to deliver something, declaring, “My dear friend, you must know Haoyin and I are celebrating our anniversary today!”

Xuan Tinglu wasn’t startled by Zhou Qiwei’s exuberance, but her high spirits did leave the council chairwoman utterly astonished. Anyone would think it was their first wedding anniversary was this really necessary?

To Zhou Qiwei, it absolutely was. Every milligram of her pheromones was surging wildly, desperate for Song Haoyin to mark her. Not with a medical injection, but by sinking her teeth into her scent gland, filling her with elderflower until she became a barrel of elderflower cognac.

The oak-barrel aroma, the crisp yet sweetly tangy fragrance of the liquor, with just a hint of gunpowder…

Though she had spent two months lying in bed like a lifeless fish, Zhou Qiwei hadn’t forgotten. today was Song Haoyin’s birthday.

So, why had Haoyin chosen today to take her out? What was she planning?

“Here.”

With only the two of them in the hospital room, Xuan Tinglu furtively pulled out a small box and handed it to Zhou Qiwei. “I searched your office forever to find this. Almost got caught by Du Xin too you hid it way too well.”

“Have you proposed yet?”

The question hit like a hammer to the face, rendering Xuan Tinglu momentarily speechless. The council chairwoman sighed in frustration. “With you like this and everything else going on outside, even if I wanted to, Du Xin wouldn’t be in the mood. But now that you’re better, I’m planning to wait, why are you asking?”

Zhou Qiwei smiled mysteriously. “After today, you can propose.”

Good heavens. Xuan Tinglu instinctively glanced out the window had the sun risen from the north? Was the staunch marriage skeptic actually considering marriage?

June 17th

Song Haoyin left the hospital early, summoning her personal stylist. Today, she had something very important to do.

What she planned might not succeed, but she wanted to try she didn’t want to live with regret.

Their meeting place was a suburban garden. Since it was a weekday, the grounds were nearly empty. The sunlight was perfect, the air fresh, and along a kilometer-long floral wall, roses sprawled and bloomed in cascading splendor.

Everything was flawless, yet Song Haoyin felt her heart might burst from her chest. She hadn’t been this nervous even when accepting her first award. Taking deep breaths to steady herself, she stood at the entrance of the garden restaurant, waiting for Zhou Qiwei to arrive.

What arrived, however, was Zhou Qiwei in a dazzling white off-the-shoulder gown fully made up and dressed to the nines. Her slightly longer hair cascaded loosely over her shoulders, and when she spotted Song Haoyin, she even smiled shyly, the very picture of an elite, intellectual woman.

Perhaps it was that strange tacit understanding between lovers, but Song Haoyin’s heartbeat quickened even more. Was this woman thinking the same thing she was?

They sat across from each other by the window, surrounded by a sea of blossoms. Song Haoyin had arranged everything in advance the owner and staff would only serve the food, the wine was already on the table, and the room was theirs alone.

Exhaling slowly, Song Haoyin poured herself a glass of wine and drank it straight down.

Zhou Qiwei looked at her in astonishment. In Zhou’s memory, Song Haoyin never drank during the day except during emotional moments or necessary social engagements. Yet today she’d consumed more than one glass before Zhou could even intervene, her cheeks now flushed crimson.

The doctor’s heart seemed to skip a beat what did her beloved want to say?

Could it be…? Surely not such a coincidence?

“Will you marry me?”

With the determination of one burning their boats, Song Haoyin pierced through the veil of ambiguity. Seeing Zhou’s dazed expression, she mustered all her patience and repeated: “Qiwei, will you marry me?”

Zhou stood frozen as Song rose to stand beside her, producing an engagement ring she’d designed herself titanium bands forming a double helix representing pheromone structures, with a teardrop diamond symbolizing suppressants. During Zhou’s coma, she’d stared at this sleeping face endlessly, convinced this design suited her best.

The room fell so silent even breathing seemed suspended. As Zhou remained motionless, Song felt her heart being squeezed.

Distant chimes echoed, were these judgment bells? Or warnings that the sword of Damocles would fall today, deciding their love’s fate.

Her beloved’s pressed lips spoke volumes. This was the first time Song saw Zhou so conflicted clearly wanting to refuse but struggling to say it.

Perhaps she should be glad. Hesitation proved Zhou loved her; the reluctance stemmed from never considering marriage before.

“I’ve been presumptuous.”

“I was going to propose too!” Zhou sprang up, snatching the ring with theatrical indignation: “I accept! I just I also prepared a ring.”

Zhou’s unconventional design resembled a pendant more understanding Song might prefer privacy, it could be worn as a necklace. The rare metal band featured micro-engraved roses (Song’s birth flower), with a diamond carved into a miniature replica of Song’s first Best Actress trophy.

“I kept wondering when to give this,” Zhou admitted, carefully adding: “Today’s your birthday, so… though we don’t need to announce it. Would you… let me put it on you?”

A teardrop fell on Song’s outstretched hand. Zhou’s trembling fingers nonetheless perfectly slid the ring onto her girlfriend no, her beloved fiancée.

As Song reciprocated, both wore radiant smiles that dissolved into shared tears when they embraced.

“You’ve ruined your makeup.”

Zhou Qiwei was sobbing, completely shedding her usual composed and elite demeanor. Seeing Song Haoyin still smiling, she felt even more aggrieved: “I sat there for an hour letting them manipulate me!” It was the first time in her life she’d sat in a styling room, allowing designers to poke and prod at her.

Gently cupping Zhou Qiwei’s face, Song Haoyin suppressed her laughter as she wiped away her tears: “My poor Qiwei has suffered so much.”

“Exactly, I’ve suffered terribly.”

Zhou Qiwei never realized she was so good at playing the victim. Righteously leaning into Song Haoyin’s embrace, she complained in a small voice: “The only reason I endured was by thinking about today’s proposal. You have no idea how many outfits I had to change into my back still hurts from it all.”

As Song Haoyin gently massaged her waist, a sudden thought occurred. if this happened at the stylist’s: “Did the stylists watch you change clothes?”

Comfortable in her lover’s arms and oblivious to the impending danger, Zhou Qiwei even adopted a theatrical tone: “Yes, they kept circling me, making me try this and that outfit…”

The warm embrace suddenly withdrew. Though Song Haoyin still wore a gentle smile, Zhou Qiwei sensed the atmosphere shifting.

Under Zhou Qiwei’s gaze, Song Haoyin awkwardly turned her head away, only to have it gently turned back by Zhou’s hands. Then came the suppressed laughter: “They were just checking the styling effects. As for the clothes, while we needed to pick the most suitable one, I didn’t have to try every single piece.”

“But I’ve been bedridden for two months of course I’m exhausted. Feel how thin my waist is.”

Guiding Song Haoyin’s hand to her slender waist, Zhou Qiwei let out a small sound when Song unconsciously gave a squeeze, she had indeed lost weight. Holding this suddenly fragile figure, Song Haoyin thought with aching tenderness that she must protect this woman better and keep her away from dangerous people.

“Liu Shiyu was taken in for questioning. I heard she’s deeply involved in that case.”

Mentioning the source of all their troubles, Song Haoyin barely got the words out before Zhou Qiwei buried her face against her shoulder, complaining almost petulantly: “We just got engaged and you’re already saying another woman’s name? Hmph!”

Song Haoyin wanted to laugh, but knew Zhou’s pride couldn’t take it. Suppressing her amusement, she guided Zhou back to her chair.

The meal passed almost unnoticed, both women too absorbed in each other. When they left for home, even their secretary caught faint whiffs of crisp, bright fruit liqueur in the air.

Their gazes locked, and Zhou Qiwei feared her pheromones might spiral out of control right there in the car. Thank heavens her glands behaved the last thing she wanted was headlines like “Song Haoyin & Zhou Qiwei’s Wedding Car Romp” on their engagement day.

Dr. Zhou barely remembered getting home. All she knew was that upon entering their apartment after two months away, she fell into the trap like a small animal. Her cognac pheromones, animated by Song Haoyin’s presence, swirled through every room, entwined with the elderflower’s crisp brightness until the scents merged beyond distinction.

In this life, her mother was hers, yet also someone else’s mother; her grandmother hers, yet another’s grandmother; friends like Du Xin and Xuan Tinglu had their own lives too.

Only at this very moment did Zhou Qiwei truly feel that there was finally someone in this world for whom she was utterly irreplaceable. They would weave every aspect of each other into their very beings, bound together forever, not even death could part them.

As the gland was pierced, the bright, crisp sweetness of citrus joined the aged depth of cognac. From that moment onward, every wisp of the liquor’s aroma would carry Song Haoyin’s essence.

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