A Hidden Marriage Daily Life with the Film Empress O - Chapter 6

Chang Qingyuan pressed herself tightly against the door like a startled deer, tears like cold stars falling one by one.

“Si… Si Beimuo…”

When the bat came down, the bloodthirsty madness in her eyes could no longer be suppressed.

“I’m asking you, who is that woman?”

Si Beimuo’s voice was like a block of iron quenched in ice, striking the air with an echo.

The strength in her hands, trained through sanda, had now become the most terrifying weapon. Her knuckles turned white from exertion as she gripped Chang Qingyuan’s wrist tightly, almost crushing the Alpha’s bones.

Extreme anger exploded in her mind like countless fireworks igniting at the same time, making her temples throb violently.

There was clearly another voice inside her body screaming madly—No, this isn’t right. You can’t do this. She’ll hurt. But that voice was far too weak. The moment the thought surfaced, it was instantly drowned beneath the surging rage.

Chang Qingyuan was still struggling. Her thin body was like a fish out of water, twisting futilely as she tried to break free. But in front of Si Beimuo, her resistance was as light as a feather.

The person above her only needed to use a little strength to grab her by the hair and slam her hard against the floor. With a dull thud, the back of her head hit the cold tiles. Chang Qingyuan let out a muffled groan, and her vision instantly went black.

Si Beimuo grew tired from hitting her. The backs of her hands were flushed red, and there was blood between her fingers—whether it belonged to the other woman or herself, no one knew. Yet the person on the floor kept forcing out broken little sobs from her throat, like the whimpering of a kitten, carrying a deliberately magnified grievance and fear.

But not only did that sound fail to stir any pity in Si Beimuo, it was like sparks falling into a pan of oil. The fire in her heart burned even more fiercely, making what remained of her reason crackle and snap.

She straddled Chang Qingyuan’s slender waist, her knees pressing firmly against the other woman’s ribs, leaving her without even the strength to curl up.

Slap—

The crisp sound of a slap spread through the empty living room, carrying full force. A red mark instantly rose on the Alpha’s cheek, and blood seeped from the corner of her mouth. She turned her head to the side, her hair messily stuck to her sweat-damp forehead. Tears mixed with beads of blood and rolled down, making her look battered and pitiful.

But Si Beimuo’s gaze darkened further. She reached out and gripped Chang Qingyuan’s chin, her fingertips digging hard into the other woman’s delicate skin, forcing her to lift her head and look directly at her.

That streak of crimson blood slid down from the corner of Chang Qingyuan’s lips and dripped onto her fair neck, like a strange red plum blossom blooming in snow.

That color became the last fuel. With a boom, it ignited the final remnants of Si Beimuo’s reason.

The Omega bent down and, without allowing any refusal, sealed those thin lips that were still bleeding.

There was no tenderness, only a near-biting act of possession and plunder. Their teeth knocked together, and the taste of blood spread through their mouths, bitter and astringent.

The moment their lips and teeth met, it was as if countless ants were gnawing at their nerves, carrying a suffocating sense of possession and destruction. It made one’s eyes sting, yet not a single tear could fall.

Every bone in Chang Qingyuan’s body hurt, as if she had been taken apart and carelessly pieced back together. Each movement made her feel as though her body were creaking.

She lay limp on the floor, allowing the person above her to take whatever she wanted.

In her blurred vision, half of Si Beimuo’s face was submerged in shadow, while the other half was illuminated by the gray light seeping in from outside the window. Madness churned red in her eyes, like a beast trapped in a cage.

The “despair” held in Chang Qingyuan’s eyes was just right, like a vast blue sea—boundless, endless, enough to make anyone’s heart soften upon seeing it. But only she herself knew what kind of hidden, sick excitement was concealed beneath that deep sea.

Si Beimuo tore at her clothes as if she had gone mad. The sound of fabric ripping was piercing.

Hard teeth pierced the skin at the side of her neck. Sharp pain shot through her, and warm blood flowed down along her collarbone, soaking the remaining scraps of cloth. The other woman’s nails dug into her back, leaving deep crescent-shaped marks. Every exertion felt as though she wanted to embed Chang Qingyuan’s flesh into her very bones.

Outside the window, the sky grew darker and darker, gray and murky, no different from a dirty cloth soaked in water. It pressed heavily over the rooftop, without even a trace of wind seeping through.

Chang Qingyuan lay on the cold floor, broken glass digging into her back. The scattered pieces of clothing were thrown all over the ground, stained with blood and dust, heavy as if filled with lead. She did not even have the strength to lift her hand and pull something over her chest.

Sharp pain threaded through the seams of her bones, mixed with a dull, continuous soreness and numbness. It spread from her spine all the way to her fingertips, making even breathing feel like being torn apart.

The air was filled with the metallic scent of blood, the smell of alcohol, and the sourness of sweat. Two deranged souls tore at each other in this out-of-control entanglement, destroying one another.

“Say it.”

Si Beimuo’s voice seemed like poisonous ice, stabbing fiercely into Chang Qingyuan’s ears.

The person above her still had drying blood on her lips. It trickled down from the corner of her mouth, gathering into a small bead of blood at the tip of her chin before falling onto Chang Qingyuan’s exposed neck, burning like fire.

The Omega’s already beautiful features were made even sharper by that vivid red. The corners of her eyes lifted slightly, carrying a crazed brilliance, like a flower blooming on the edge of a blade.

Chang Qingyuan’s eardrums buzzed violently. That piercing question echoed again and again inside her skull.