A Hidden Marriage Daily Life with the Film Empress O - Chapter 13
Chang Qingyuan was as quiet as a lifeless statue, not even frowning. Only the fingertips clenched tightly at her side had turned faintly white, betraying her current emotions—
Damn it. Like a dog. Why did she have to bite so hard?
But her face remained calm. Only after Si Beimuo straightened did she slowly speak, her voice gentle and warm.
“Am I going with you?”
“Mm.”
Si Beimuo’s eyes were full of love, and her mood was unbelievably good. Even the end of her tone carried a little hook, like she was acting spoiled.
She leaned over and pecked Chang Qingyuan’s slightly pale thin lips a few times. When she pulled away, the corners of her mouth were still raised in a smile, but her gaze suddenly darkened.
“Yuanyuan, after we go out, you must stay close to me. Otherwise, even I don’t know whether I’ll be able to control my temper.”
“Mm.”
Chang Qingyuan answered obediently, like a tamed pet.
Si Beimuo turned to get the gear. She put a black knit hat on Chang Qingyuan, then placed a pair of large black sunglasses on her face, and finally fastened a black mask over her, covering most of her face. Only after making sure her Alpha was wrapped up tightly did she turn away in satisfaction to get herself ready.
When the door opened, air she had not felt in a long time surged in, carrying a stifling heat.
The sunlight was very dazzling. Chang Qingyuan narrowed her eyes slightly, and beneath the mask, the corner of her mouth curved into a smile no one noticed.
She truly did not understand why she, a mere “attendant,” had to be wrapped up as tightly as a public figure like Si Beimuo.
But she did not ask. She only followed quietly behind Si Beimuo, like a silent shadow.
After walking a few steps, Si Beimuo could not help turning back to look at her. Chang Qingyuan stood beneath the light, the small patch of forehead exposed outside the mask so pale it was dazzling. She had the fragile, unreal look of someone who had not seen sunlight in a long time, as if she might melt beneath the sun in the next second, turn into scattered clouds, and leave Si Beimuo behind.
For no reason, Si Beimuo’s heart tightened. She suddenly reached out and grabbed Chang Qingyuan’s cold hand. That hand had almost no warmth, and her fingertips even carried a slight damp chill.
Chang Qingyuan paused when she was grabbed, but she did not struggle. She understood Si Beimuo’s nature very well. This sudden possessiveness was merely another way for her to confirm her “property.”
She lifted her eyes and looked at Si Beimuo through the lenses. No one knew what kind of mad undercurrent was surging in those beautiful eyes behind the sunglasses.
How wonderful, she thought.
This Si Beimuo, who was nervous about her, controlled her, and wanted to crush even the slightest possibility of her leaving—only this Si Beimuo belonged completely to her.
This net woven from pain and dependence—she wanted to be trapped in it together with Si Beimuo until the end of time.
So Chang Qingyuan obediently followed Si Beimuo forward. The hand being held tightened slightly, gripping the other woman’s palm in return, as if responding to this obsessive love, and also as if silently declaring something.
A pitch-black car was parked quietly at the entrance of the residential complex. The windows were covered with the darkest tint, hiding the scene inside completely.
The driver in the front seat had already been waiting beside the car. Seeing Si Beimuo approach while holding someone’s hand, he immediately bent down and opened the rear door, lowering his head respectfully.
“Good day, Third Miss.”
“Mm.”
Si Beimuo answered absentmindedly, but her fingers were still tightly wrapped around Chang Qingyuan’s wrist. Her grip was so strong it was almost about to crush that slender bone.
She held Chang Qingyuan and bent down to get into the car. The Alpha was tall and slender. As she lowered her head slightly, the small stretch of neck exposed beneath the dim light was so pale it was dazzling.
The driver kept his eyes lowered and his mind on his own business. Once the two of them were seated, he quietly shut the door, walked back around to the driver’s seat, and, with great tact, raised the soundproof partition between the front and rear seats.
The thick partition slowly rose, cutting off both the light and sound from outside. The car instantly became a closed private space, leaving only the faint sound of the air-conditioning vent.
The cold air inside the car was strong enough to dispel the stifling heat outside. It brushed over the skin with a faint icy touch.
Chang Qingyuan sat quietly, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing the corner of her clothes, her gaze falling on the blurry light and shadows reflected on the partition.
Si Beimuo beside her did not seem to be in a bad mood. When she had been holding Chang Qingyuan’s hand earlier, her fingertips had even been lightly rubbing her unconsciously. So Chang Qingyuan weighed her words before speaking, keeping her voice light and slow.
“Beimuo, can I send a message to my family?”
Si Beimuo did not speak. The car fell into a brief silence. Their interlocked hands had not yet separated. The Omega’s palm was warm, carrying the thin calluses left behind from filming, and she held Chang Qingyuan’s cold fingers tightly.
Chang Qingyuan waited a few seconds without getting a response. Thinking that her voice might have been too soft, she was just tilting her head slightly, intending to ask again, when the pressure around her wrist suddenly loosened.
Si Beimuo leaned back into the spacious seat. Her posture was lazy as she crossed one leg over the other. The black fabric of her trousers tightened, outlining her long legs.
She did not look at Chang Qingyuan. Her gaze fell on the hand she had casually placed on her knee. Then she slowly took Chang Qingyuan’s phone out of her pocket. Because it had been held for too long, the screen still carried a faint warm dampness.
She held the phone between her fingers and turned it around. The metal body reflected a cold light, as if she were playing with an interesting toy.