The Omega's Vow: Never Marry a Mama's Boy Alpha - Chapter 14

Wen Yan had always felt that if it were up to her to choose, Director Lin would be more suitable for the role of Qi Yan than Han Lu.

In terms of appearance, Han Lu and Director Lin were evenly matched both possessed strikingly beautiful faces. However, when it came to temperament, Director Lin surpassed Han Lu by a mile.

The noble and ethereal aura of a prince was something Director Lin didn’t need to act out. She simply stood there, and the presence naturally emanated from her.

So when Wen Yan first rehearsed the abortion scene with her, the depth of her immersion was partly due to Director Lin’s influence.

That indifferent expression, the innate sense of distance, if one were to love her, it would be particularly painful.

That was why Wen Yan cried so bitterly. The humiliation of being abandoned by Yi Feng, the agony of unrequited love she felt it almost as if it were her own.

But what if this person were to gaze at you with tender affection?

Gentle as water, soft-spoken and soothing.

Would that be an even greater mistake?

They were rehearsing in the director’s private lounge.

This was Gu Lin’s personal space simple and tidy, with nothing more than a bed, a desk, and a computer.

A faint, elegant fragrance lingered in the air, subtle and hard to pinpoint, yet soothing to the senses.

Gu Lin poured a glass of water for Wen Yan and placed it on the desk.

The scene required absolute privacy. Even during the actual filming at night, the set would be cleared. For now, the only place she could rehearse with Wen Yan was her own room.

The room wasn’t large, so there was no room for hiding one’s gaze too conspicuously.

Gu Lin exhaled slowly, striving to keep her voice calm. “Shall we begin now?”

Wen Yan stood by the door and nodded.

Qi Yan had fallen into the water to save Thirteen. Yi Feng entered, holding a bowl of ginger soup.

On the couch, the consort’s face was pale, his clothes disheveled. The glimpse of his collar in the candlelight added a touch of unrestrained charm.

Seeing the princess arrive, he propped himself up and sat, offering an innocent smile.

“Thank you, Princess.”

Yi Feng sat beside him, lowering her head with a gentle smile. “It is I who should thank you.”

“On such a cold day, if not for you, Thirteen.”

She pursed her lips, unwilling to continue, nor did she want to recall the pain and panic she had felt at that moment.

When Thirteen fell into the water, she was frantic and anxious, wishing she could take his place. When Qi Yan jumped in, Yi Feng’s body was consumed only by the pain of losing him.

Fortunately, both were safe.

The people she cared about in this life were all unharmed.

Qi Yan took the ginger soup and drank it in one gulp. Seeing him drink too hastily, a few drops spilled from the corner of his mouth. Yi Feng took out her personal handkerchief and leaned in to wipe it away.

The fragrance was gentle and rich, the most intoxicating scent of a maiden.

No, not the scent of a maiden.

It was the fragrance of peach blossoms.

Gu Lin lost her composure, her eyes growing hazy. Her already restless body grew even more unruly with Wen Yan’s proximity, completely out of control.

Fortunately, within the alpha’s body, it was not a wild wolf but a domesticated dog.

Even when losing control, it would not actively pursue its prey, using brute strength and pheromones to suppress and dominate.

The education Gu Lin had received was this:

As long as she behaved properly, the things she desired would come to her automatically.

From childhood to adulthood, it had always been this way.

The next scene was the two kissing by the couch, tender and meticulous.

Yi Feng would fall into Qi Yan’s embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck, allowing him to press her down beneath him.

This was the only time the two made love with their hearts in sync tangled in red blankets, ascending the peaks of ecstasy together.

The camera would capture several beautifully sensual shots.

Their panting and moans would be picked up by the microphone, allowing the audience to feel the genuine passion between them.

But what comes next, do we need to rehearse?

Gu Lin was utterly intoxicated by Wen Yan’s pheromones and beauty. As Wen Yan’s face drew closer, she found herself completely unable to resist.

She truly couldn’t hold back. Wen Yan was exactly her type in every way, and she was also her nominal fiancée.

She thought:

Maybe it’s wrong. Maybe she shouldn’t indulge her desires.

But she truly wanted to.

To kiss her.

She wanted to kiss her leading lady.

The iceberg had melted into the sea, and the stars were falling.

With softened eyes, Gu Lin leaned in toward Wen Yan.

Wen Yan, who had hesitated and paused, was caught mid-air by the kiss.

Warm, soft, and gentle.

Director Lin’s lips.

Wen Yan blinked, feeling neither disgust nor rejection. The other party didn’t push too far, only offering a light, tender touch.

It felt not like desire, but overflowing tenderness and care.

The kiss was like cotton candy at an amusement park so sweet that even a little girl’s smile would be sugary.

Innocence at its peak was lethally seductive.

Wen Yan was used to direct flirtations and vulgar innuendos, but this simple kiss softened her entire body. Trembling, she collapsed weakly into Gu Lin’s embrace.

Up to this point, whether by coincidence or design, everything still fit within the script.

She was pinned beneath the alpha, covered by a thin blanket.

That thin layer of fabric severed their physical contact. Gu Lin supported herself with her hands, maintaining a deliberate distance between them. She was always overly sensitive in such situations whether out of chivalry or aloofness, it was hard to say.

Wen Yan bit her lip hesitantly and loosely wrapped her arms around Gu Lin’s neck. The nape of the neck was a sensitive spot for alphas and omegas in this world, a place only lovers were permitted to touch.

She parted her lips, unsure whether she should make a sound. The situation was awkward and somewhat embarrassing, but out of professionalism, Wen Yan let out a soft “Mm.”

The lingering sound was enchanting, intoxicating to the bone.

Hearing it, Gu Lin nearly ascended to heaven on the spot.

Her remaining shred of consciousness made her instinctively cover Wen Yan’s lips with her hand.

The alpha’s face flushed crimson, as if blood might drip from it at any moment. Her heart pounded so fiercely it felt like she had just survived a life-or-death chase.

Everything she had just experienced was too overwhelming for Gu Lin. She was a dedicated artist, an untainted young lady, an innocent who knew nothing of love and desire.

It was like a Taoist monk who had cultivated in seclusion for years, only to encounter a thousand-year-old nine-tailed fox spirit the moment he descended the mountain.

It felt as if her heart couldn’t bear the intensity, teetering on the brink of collapse.

And like a fish out of water, exposed to the air, struggling to breathe.

The hand covering Wen Yan’s lips quickly withdrew, and her body reflexively wanted to leap off the bed. Yet, at the same time, she couldn’t bear to let go of the hands wrapped around her neck.

Those delicate, pale hands weren’t just holding her neck they were clutching Gu Lin’s heart.

Even if Wen Yan truly were that thousand-year-old fox spirit, seeking to devour Gu Lin’s heart for cultivation, Gu Lin would willingly offer it.

That thing was merely lodged within her body.

Its ownership had unknowingly already been transferred to Wen Yan.

“That’s enough.”

Gu Lin didn’t dare look at Wen Yan beneath her. She turned her head away, her voice tinged with desire, low and husky.

Wen Yan released her hold, and Gu Lin, like a startled rabbit, leaped off the bed. The tips of her ears were flushed bright red, radiating pure innocence.

While one person felt awkward and another shy, Wen Yan was free from such emotional burdens. She sat up and smiled openly, unabashedly.

Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, her eyes deep and captivating she was the very image of a soul-devouring enchantress.

Unfortunately, Gu Lin didn’t see it, as she had her back turned the entire time.

“Take a rest for a while. I’m going to find the producer.”

She wanted to change the script.

Gu Lin could no longer stand the thought of Wen Yan acting in such intimate scenes with others. Just imagining her fiancée being affectionate with someone else, moaning softly beneath a stranger, made jealousy burn through her reason. The bitterness and resentment inexplicably brought tears to her eyes.

The originally planned kissing scene would have to be changed to an angled shot, and the bed scene either cut entirely or replaced with a body double.

And what about that Han Lu? Was he harassing her fiancée?

The more Gu Lin thought about it, the more stifled she felt. She pulled out her phone and sent a message to Jin Yin.

Xiao Lin Filming: [Sister Jin Yin, I want to blacklist Han Lu.]

Gold and Silver Can’t Compare to My San San: [?????]

Jin Yin: But he’s the male lead of your film!!!!

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