Chapter 42
Yi Wei never imagined Wen Qiulan would show up at the same bar as her. She followed quietly behind several companions, her face not as gentle as usual, looking quiet and unapproachable. Wen Qiulan wasn't wearing a dress but a rather formal white suit with matching white trousers and white high heels. Her black hair was gathered over one shoulder, and her makeup was more refined than usual.
This was the first time Yi Wei had seen Wen Qiulan dressed like this. She had always felt that Wen Qiulan was too gentle, so much so that people often forgot she was actually an Alpha. But now, in high heels, she was much taller, and her cool, glamorous makeup completely transformed her aura. She wore a red bean paste colored lipstick, her delicate lips occasionally parting as she spoke to the people beside her. Probably because she disliked places like bars, her smile wasn't as warm as usual. She would occasionally smile in response to what others said, but that smile... If Yi Wei had to describe it, it was one word: flirtatious.
Wen Qiulan rarely smiled like that. Normally she would look at you softly, smiling with her eyes. Now, she swirled the red wine in her hand, her slightly distracted expression making her gaze appear hazy. She hooked the corner of her lips, her smile lazy and shallow, yet inexplicably commanding. Yi Wei thought, if it weren't for this occasion, seeing Wen Qiulan's smile might have been enough to soak her underwear.
Yi Wei stared, momentarily entranced, even forgetting the presence of Angela beside her. It wasn't until her wrist was grabbed that Yi Wei remembered the trouble she had on her hands. She didn't want to make a scene with Angela here; on one hand, she wasn't ready to have a confrontation with Wen Qiulan, and she also didn't want the other woman to know she'd come to the bar tonight.
"Ms. Angela, is there something else? If you still need money, you can contact Deonise directly." Yi Wei spoke in a low voice, her words laced with unmistakable impatience. Hearing this, Angela's face showed a flicker of embarrassment. She admitted that the reasons she couldn't let go of Yi Wei included, apart from Yi Wei's beauty and sexiness, certainly the money. Having her intentions so bluntly exposed, Angela's face flushed for a moment before gradually settling.
"Yi, I really do like you, and it's not just about the money. I've heard about you, and I don't mind being just one of your many lovers." Angela's words were suggestive, her gaze sweeping over Yi Wei's face with ambiguous intent. Hearing such shameless words, Yi Wei deeply regretted ever getting involved with this fly.
The only thing to blame was Angela's deceptively appealing appearance and temperament. She was a violinist.
That night in the bar, what Yi Wei had been drawn to was the lazy, carefree vibe she projected. Who knew that once in bed, she'd be a completely different person, utterly two faced.
Yi Wei felt disgusted. It was like the disillusionment of meeting an online crush, so much so that that night she had merely gone through the motions, booking a room and getting it over with just once, intending to sever ties completely. She'd assumed the other party had some self awareness, but it turned out she was an insatiable leech.
"You may not mind, but I do. Many people wish to catch my eye, and you are not worthy." Yi Wei made no effort to hide her disdain. Wearing high heels today, she stood half a head taller than Angela. Angela trembled with rage, and without a second thought, she grabbed a nearby drink and splashed it directly into Yi Wei's face. Ice cubes struck her forehead, causing a sting of pain. Yi Wei hadn't expected anyone would dare treat her like this. The anger that surged within made her want nothing more than to have her bodyguards drag this person away. Yet Angela actually grabbed her hand and smiled.
"Yi Wei, this drink is my toast to you." Angela grabbed her and made to pull her toward the exit. Yi Wei didn't know what else she intended and began to struggle. Her biggest fear was that the commotion would escalate, and clearly, that idiot Angela had already drawn the attention of ninety percent of the bar. Even Wen Qiulan had noticed the disturbance, seemed to recognize her, and was walking over.
Yi Wei knew she must look thoroughly disheveled. The anger and anxiety churning inside made her despise the culprit who had caused all this trouble. Yi Wei had learned self defense and could easily handle Angela. Just as she was about to teach this person a lesson, she saw that Wen Qiulan was already very close. After a moment's hesitation, Yi Wei instantly released the strength in her hands and let herself be pulled helplessly by Angela.
"Let go of me, let go..." Yi Wei cried out softly, signaling with a glance to the bodyguards who had been about to step forward. They understood and retreated from the crowd. Angela didn't notice Yi Wei's actions; she reached out to yank Yi Wei away, but at that moment, a hand suddenly seized her wrist with such force that Angela couldn't move. She caught the scent of the other's pheromones, confirming the newcomer was an Alpha. She turned her head and found herself face to face with Wen Qiulan.
"What are you doing here? Let go of me." Angela hadn't expected someone like Wen Qiulan to be at a bar. The two were exes, but strictly speaking, they'd only met once at a matchmaking session and had spoken no more than five times since; they weren't even friends. Angela glared at her restrained hand, baffled as to why Wen Qiulan was sticking her nose into this.
"Ms. Angela, laying hands on an Omega in a bar and even dousing her with a drink, don't you find that disgraceful?"
Wen Qiulan had only noticed the commotion a moment before. At first, a friend had alerted her to a scuffle near the bar counter, but she hadn't recognized Yi Wei as one of the parties. Later, when she saw Angela splash someone with a drink, she realized the Omega in trouble was Yi Wei. Though she didn't understand how Yi Wei and Angela were connected, seeing Yi Wei being bullied, she pushed those questions aside and walked over without hesitation.
"When did the matters between her and me become your business, an outsider? Let go of me." Angela tried to free herself from Wen Qiulan's grip, but no matter how she struggled, she couldn't break free in the slightest. Angela was taken aback; looking at Wen Qiulan's usual gentle and refined demeanor, she had assumed her strength would be modest. Yet just being held by the wrist made her feel as if her wrist might snap. The other woman didn't even seem to be using her full strength.
"She is my student, so her affairs are naturally my concern. Even if I didn't know her, I couldn't stand by and watch an Omega be treated this way in a bar." Wen Qiulan motioned for a server to pass tissues to Yi Wei. Her voice was low, utterly different from her usual soft spoken manner. Yi Wei could tell that Wen Qiulan was genuinely angry.
"Heh... you Alphas really do stick your noses everywhere, don't you? What, do you want to sleep with her? If so, just say it, and I'll give her to you." Angela was furious and speaking recklessly. Hearing those words, Yi Wei felt nauseated, berating herself for ever getting entangled with such a pest. She then saw Wen Qiulan's brows furrow deeply, clearly equally repulsed by the remark.
"Ms. Angela, please mind your language and refrain from insulting others. If you don't want to face charges from the Federal Bureau, I suggest you leave now." As Wen Qiulan spoke, she opened her communicator as if about to contact the authorities. Seeing this, Angela knew she wasn't joking. She rubbed her wrist, which was aching from Wen Qiulan's grip, muttered a curse under her breath, and left.
With the farce over, Wen Qiulan turned back to Yi Wei. Her makeup was smeared by the drink, her clothes drenched in alcohol, her hair soaking wet. Even though she'd dabbed at it with tissues, she still looked a mess. Wen Qiulan had many questions, but she knew now was not the time for interrogation; she needed to get Yi Wei out of here first.
"Xiao Yi, are you all right? Do you feel unwell anywhere? Do you need to go to the hospital?" Wen Qiulan's voice suddenly grew very gentle, a stark contrast to the way she had confronted Angela. Seeing the concern in her brown eyes, the worry far too clear, Yi Wei felt a warmth in her heart. She shook her head and nestled against Wen Qiulan's chest.
"Teacher Wen, I'm fine. Can you take me out of here? I want to leave."
"Mm. I've already told my friends. Let me see you out first."
Wen Qiulan led Yi Wei out of the bar. As the outside wind blew, she felt Yi Wei shiver and quickly took off her suit jacket, draping it over Yi Wei's shoulders. In an instant, Wen Qiulan's scent enveloped her, greatly improving Yi Wei's previously terrible mood. Wen Qiulan escorted Yi Wei to her car but didn't intend to see her all the way home; as an Alpha, being alone with an Omega at night wasn't appropriate.
Yi Wei hadn't planned to cling to Wen Qiulan tonight either, fearing that she might become suspicious about the bar incident and not wanting to reveal too many cracks. Sitting in her car, Yi Wei said thank you to Wen Qiulan and drove off. Watching her leave, Wen Qiulan then turned and walked back into the bar.
Yi Wei's car stopped at the side of a nearby road. She stepped out, and immediately several luxurious private cars pulled up alongside. Deonise, holding a freshly purchased dress, respectfully invited Yi Wei into the car. A while later, Yi Wei had changed clothes and sat on the edge of the vehicle, still draped in Wen Qiulan's white suit jacket. She placed a cigarette between her lips, slowly lit it, and smoked in quiet silence.
Deonise knew his young mistress was in a foul mood and stood outside the car without disturbing her. The dim yellow streetlamps and the neon lights from the bar interlaced across Yi Wei's profile. Her long golden hair had yet to dry, damply clinging to her face. Even without makeup, her exquisite features were stunning. She narrowed her eyes, leisurely exhaling a plume of smoke, her gaze flickering with languor and barely concealed coldness.
"Deonise, I'm leaving tonight's matter in your hands."
"What outcome does the young lady wish for?"
"If a hand only knows how to throw a drink, then there's no point keeping it. I don't want to see her ever again."
"Yes, miss. I understand. I'll handle it right away."
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