A Hidden Marriage Daily Life with the Film Empress O - Chapter 5

That person seemed to have been maintaining the same posture for a very long time. Seven or eight empty wine bottles were scattered by her feet, the glass giving off a cold gleam under the moonlight. The air was filled with the heavy smell of alcohol, mixed with the scorched scent of tobacco, pressing down until it was somewhat hard to breathe.

They were only four or five meters apart, yet Chang Qingyuan could not see her expression clearly. The shadows spilled over that person’s face like ink. Only when she occasionally raised her hand could Chang Qingyuan catch a glimpse of the tight line of her jaw, and the crimson cigarette butt between her fingers flickering on and off.

Chang Qingyuan could feel the person in the shadows staring fixedly at her. It made her fingertips curl slightly, and a secret excitement quietly exploded through her veins.

Chang Qingyuan was far too familiar with this kind of atmosphere. It was the dead silence before a storm. It was the fuse she had personally tugged at, the gunpowder that was about to be ignited.

She was even already calculating in her heart what kind of expression she should show to make this scene more “realistic”—aggrieved red eyes, or bewildered confusion.

Before she could decide, the figure on the sofa moved. A hand so thin that its blue veins protruded reached toward the coffee table, fumbled for several photos, and then tossed them lightly over.

The sound of the photos cutting through the air was very soft, yet it was like stones striking ice. With several soft “patters,” they landed by her feet, their edges slightly curled.

“Don’t you plan to explain?”

Si Beimuo’s voice was hoarse, as if it had been scraped by sandpaper. Every word was wrapped in the smell of alcohol. Listening carefully, one could still sense that beneath the layer of calm, strands of anger were desperately trying to break through, like vines about to push out from the soil.

Chang Qingyuan lowered her head. The moonlight happened to fall on the photos by her feet. She slowly crouched and casually picked one up.

The lighting in the photo was very bright. She was standing at the school gate, talking to a strange woman. She herself was smiling gently, her beautiful eyes filled with a drowning depth of affection.

She recognized that woman. She was the new intern teacher at the school. Chang Qingyuan had deliberately asked to show her around the campus, and she had also deliberately let the people Si Beimuo sent to follow her take this photo.

The moment she saw the contents clearly, Chang Qingyuan could no longer hide the smile at the corner of her lips. A nearly delighted light spread through her eyes, but she quickly pressed it down.

Chang Qingyuan raised her head. Her extremely beautiful eyes seemed to hold rippling water, and her clear voice carried just the right amount of hurt.

“You had someone follow me?”

“That was me caring about you.”

Si Beimuo’s cold laugh came from the darkness.

“Who is the other woman in the photo?”

Chang Qingyuan did not answer. Sure enough, the Omega’s anger instantly flared up.

Chang Qingyuan could even imagine Si Beimuo clenching her fist in the darkness—knuckles turning white, breathing growing rough. Those were the signs that her mania was about to go out of control.

The next second, a crisp “crash” exploded through the living room. Si Beimuo had casually grabbed the wineglass from the table and smashed it onto the floor.

The glass shattered instantly. Wine mixed with glass shards splashed everywhere, like a scatter of broken stars across the ground under the moonlight.

At just the right time, Chang Qingyuan let out a short “ah.” Her body trembled slightly, as if she had been startled by the sudden sound.

She knew too well that when this person had an episode, she could not control her temper at all. Meeting force with force would only make the storm come even more fiercely. Reason told her that she should go look for the medicine box now. But the voice in her heart was screaming: Push her a little more. Make her go a little crazier.

“Didn’t you say you wouldn’t monitor me anymore?”

She lifted her face. Her voice was as soft as cotton, carrying the unique innocence of a delicate little white flower. The end of her words trembled faintly, like feathers dampened by rain. She was beautiful, her features exquisitely delicate, and she hid the sharpness unique to an Alpha very well.

“We agreed…”

Si Beimuo did not answer. Alcohol and anger had almost burned her reason to nothing. The figure in the darkness abruptly stood up, the chair legs scraping against the floor with a piercing sound.

Chang Qingyuan “fearfully” shrank back. She braced her hands against the floor and retreated, her voice now tinged with sobs.

“Bei—Beimuo, don’t be like this… You should take your medicine. Where’s the medicine?”

That person closed in step by step. Each step landed on the scattered glass shards, making faint crunching sounds, as if she were stepping directly on Chang Qingyuan’s nerves.

The smile in Chang Qingyuan’s heart was about to overflow, yet she pretended to be panicked and turned to run toward the door.

Of course, how could she really leave?

In this play, she was the main character.

Just as her back pressed against the cold door, the footsteps behind her stopped. Chang Qingyuan timidly turned around, her back tightly against the door, as if she had nowhere left to retreat.

She could smell the alcohol surging from Si Beimuo’s body. She could see the other woman’s chest rising and falling slightly because of anger, and those eyes that shone frighteningly bright in the darkness.

“Si Beimuo, Si Beimuo, wake up a little…”

Her voice shook terribly, even mixed with a few traces of heartbroken sorrow. Tears rose at just the right time, swirling in her eyes.

An ear-grating scraping sound rang out. No one knew where this person had found a baseball bat, but the metal body of the bat dragged across the floor, making a “screech, screech” sound, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, making one’s scalp go numb.

Every time it sounded, Chang Qingyuan’s heartbeat skipped a beat.

It was extreme excitement crashing inside her chest.

Her body went weak at just the right moment. She slowly slid down along the door and collapsed to the floor, her back pressed against the cold tiles, her knees slightly curled.

She raised her head and looked tearfully at the figure approaching step by step. Her lips trembled, yet she could not form a complete sentence. Only tiny sobs drifted through the darkness.

The moonlight shone from behind Si Beimuo, stretching her shadow very long. It was like a net blotting out the sky, trapping Chang Qingyuan firmly in the center.

Chang Qingyuan watched the baseball bat draw closer and closer. She watched the surging, painful, and mad crimson in Si Beimuo’s eyes.

Yet from an angle no one could see, the corner of her mouth curved into a satisfied smile.