Fang Fengqin had been staying in the hospital for two or three days, during which people constantly came to visit.
After all, the Fang family could be said to hold absolute sway in Rongcheng. As the youngest young master of the Fang family, Fang Fengqin had practically been able to walk sideways without a care in the world all these years.
Precisely because of this, he had developed such an unruly, arrogant, and haughty temperament.
Right now, this pampered young master was squatting on top of a brick wall.
The night was pitch black. A heavy rain had fallen two days prior, and the wind was chilly. Fang Fengqin was dressed thinly and gave a slight shiver.
The address Gu Song tracked down is right here, huh.
A dilapidated, dirty, and chaotic slum.
Normally, Young Master Fang would have felt that even glancing at this place would dirty his eyes.
Shen Jiyun lived right here.
Thinking about how that person looked cold, aloof, and noble, yet relied solely on his face to hook a bunch of omegas and betas into following at his heels, Fang Fengqin couldn’t help but sneer a little.
If this group of people knew that the campus male god in their hearts, the high-and-mighty alpha, was actually such a lowly existence, what kind of expression would they make?
Fang Fengqin squatted on the wall for an hour without seeing anyone, his initially somewhat excited mood quietly turning into irritation.
He cursed Gu Song a few times in his heart and was just about to leave when he saw a tall figure walking into the alley entrance, holding something with a faint hint of pink visible inside.
Although Shen Jiyun had an air of poverty about him, he was blessed with a good appearance.
His features were scholarly and handsome, looking completely harmless, and his temperament was gentle and calm.
He hardly had any enemies and wore a gentle expression toward everyone.
Except for Fang Fengqin.
If one were to really trace back the origins of the grudge between the two, it would go all the way back to high school.
Seeing the person getting closer and closer, Fang Fengqin picked up half a brick he had been clutching in his hand and smashed it down hard toward the person.
The sound of the brick cutting through the air was quite loud; if Shen Jiyun couldn’t even hear that, he must have been deaf.
His eyelids twitched, and he easily stepped aside to dodge it.
Seeing that he missed, Fang Fengqin’s inner anger flared straight up.
His scent gland had been aching uncomfortably for the past two days, and he didn’t dare let anyone see, not even applying medicine. Seeing the chief culprit right now, he wished he could get rid of the person once and for all.
Thinking of this, Fang Fengqin’s gaze turned fierce, and he leaped down abruptly, intending to kick the person flying onto the ground.
Unexpectedly, right as he stepped out, his right foot suddenly landed on the moss atop the wall and violently slipped.
My dignity, my reputation, my lifetime of prestige, my backside. Fang Fengqin’s expression changed as he wailed internally.
A sturdy, powerful arm suddenly wrapped around his waist, firmly steadying his posture just as he was about to fall.
They are all safe and sound. Fang Fengqin let out a slight sigh of relief.
Before that heart could fully settle back into place, his body was pressed against the wall by Shen Jiyun.
The man looked slender, but his strength was surprisingly immense.
Fang Fengqin’s cheek pressed against the rough wall surface, feeling a hand wandering around behind him. The trace of guilt toward Shen Jiyun that had just risen in his heart instantly vanished without a trace.
“Bastard! Let go of me!”
Shen Jiyun expressionlessly raised his hand and, amidst the other’s flinching movements, slapped him hard across the buttocks.
“Ah!” Fang Fengqin had never been spanked in all his life. His cheeks flushed crimson, and his cat-like eyes were filled with lingering anger and disbelief.
“Young Master Fang, didn’t you sleep tonight just to come out looking to get fucked?” Shen Jiyun’s voice carried mockery.
His hands moved efficiently as he tore off the inhibitor patch from the back of Fang Fengqin’s neck and pressed down firmly on it.
The gland there had already returned to a withered state, but a circle of teeth marks still hadn’t faded, the bruised and purple traces looking fierce and terrifying.
“I’m going to kill you!” Fang Fengqin couldn’t take it anymore and struggled incessantly.
Those omegas and betas who admire Shen Jiyun really ought to see this person’s true colors.
Shen Jiyun let out a soft scoff, lowered his head to close in, and the next second opened his mouth to bite down on Fang Fengqin’s gland once more.
Almost instantly, Fang Fengqin’s legs went weak.
According to his plan, he should have beaten this person to a pulp first and then forced him to swallow this secret forever.
So why was he being held down and bitten again right now?
“Wait! Wait! Shen Jiyun!” Fang Fengqin was so scared his voice changed pitch, completely losing his usual arrogant and haughty demeanor.
Shen Jiyun was merely frightening him and didn’t actually bite down hard.
He pulled back slightly, his gaze sinking heavily onto Fang Fengqin’s gland, his warm breath spilling over it and raising a layer of goosebumps.
“Speak,” he said rather indifferently.
Fang Fengqin’s face turned beet red, and after stammering for a long time, he finally said, “I came to make peace.”
Utter humiliation! Complete humiliation!
Fang Fengqin thought to himself that he would definitely make this person pay later.
“Make peace?” Shen Jiyun let out a low chuckle, a laugh that gave Fang Fengqin a fresh layer of goosebumps.
In all his life, he had never experienced anything like this. His heart, liver, spleen, and lungs felt completely out of sorts, and a most primitive fear welled up from the bottom of his heart.
No matter how unwilling he was to admit it, it was an undeniable fact: he was afraid of Shen Jiyun.
This was the subconscious reaction of an omega facing an alpha.
Especially an alpha like Shen Jiyun.
No one knew what level of alpha he was, but the only thing known was that he had never leaked even a trace, not even a fraction of a percent, of his pheromones in front of others.
Fang Fengqin caught a whiff of a faintly bitter white pine scent, thinking it was just the perfume he wore himself.
“I don’t see peace; I only see a slutty bitch looking to get fucked.” Shen Jiyun’s lips curled into a vicious smirk as his large palm reached inside Fang Fengqin’s soft top, touching goodness knows where and prompting the other to let out a low cry.
Fang Fengqin’s brain crashed for a second, causing him to even forget to pull out Shen Jiyun’s hand resting on his chest.
It wasn’t until he came to his senses that he felt the teasing and toying strength of the hand.
“Get lost!” Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his struggling movements abruptly intensified, and for a moment he actually managed to break free from the embrace.
With the embrace now empty, Shen Jiyun reverted once more to his gentle yet faintly aloof appearance, no different from usual.
Yet Fang Fengqin had been scared out of his wits.
This guy wasn’t joking—he genuinely wanted to mount him.
“You have a death wish?” Shen Jiyun finally spoke, making no effort to conceal his disgust toward Fang Fengqin.
He always kept a respectful distance from such domineering young masters, but since this person kept courting death by swaggering around in front of him, Shen Jiyun didn’t mind teaching him a lesson.
Only then did Fang Fengqin catch the faint scent of alcohol on him.
“You should be grateful that you’re a low-grade alpha who can’t even release pheromones.” Shen Jiyun’s refined features wore a smile, but the words he spoke were lewd and vicious.
“If you were an omega, I would lock you in a dark, damp basement and fuck you until your legs wouldn’t close.”
“Until you got pregnant and gave birth to a child carrying my bloodline.”
Fang Fengqin’s expression shifted slightly as he took a few steps backward without a trace.
Shen Jiyun regained that noble and aloof demeanor once more, saying gently to him, “So, get lost.”
It was the first time in his life Fang Fengqin had ever been this obedient; calling it fleeing in terror from this place wouldn’t be an exaggeration.
Even when recalling the intense lust in Shen Jiyun’s eyes as he looked at him afterward, he still unconsciously shivered.
Fang Fengqin ignored the doctor’s warnings and silently increased the dosage of his inhibitors.
Zhong Lu happened to catch him expressionlessly injecting the inhibitor into his gland just as she walked in.
A used syringe lay scattered by his foot, while he was still holding another, the needle already sunk into his withered gland.
“Go ahead, inject a few more. I’ll finally have peace of mind the day you drop dead,” she spat out flatly, as if the person before her wasn’t her own son, but a mortal enemy.
Accustomed to hearing such words from his mother, Fang Fengqin thought he would no longer feel any ripples, yet his heart still involuntarily twitched for a moment.
With his eyes lowered, his grip on the syringe tightened slightly.
“I will die,” he raised his eyes, lifting the corners of his lips in a smile toward Zhong Lu, his exquisite features carrying a breathtaking and stunning allure.
“By then, I’ll have to trouble Madam Zhong to collect my corpse.” Fang Fengqin’s tone remained unchanged. “After all, I’ve pretended to be an alpha for so long; if I haven’t earned credit, I’ve at least put in hard work.”
Hearing him utter this fatal secret, Zhong Lu’s expression finally shifted.
She walked forward, her descending palm kicking up a sharp gust of wind.
With a crisp slap, exaggerated redness and swelling instantly rose on Fang Fengqin’s fair cheek.
“Who gave you permission to say that?” Her expression twisted slightly as she grabbed Fang Fengqin by the collar, looking down at him from above to issue a command. “I’m telling you, you’d better hide it well and let this matter rot in your stomach.”
Fang Fengqin lifted his eyelids, tugged at his swollen face, and smiled faintly at her. “Go pray to your gods.”
Another slap.
Zhong Lu wished she could strangle this person who kept her in a state of constant anxiety day and night.
Back then, she had climbed her way up by relying on a child. The Fang family valued bloodline above all else, with countless pairs of eyes staring at them mother and son.
She had sworn with absolute certainty that Fang Fengqin would differentiate as an alpha, but no one expected this good-for-nothing to turn out to be an omega.
“If this matter leaks out, do you think it will only threaten me?” Zhong Lu suddenly laughed. Having spent years accustomed to being a wealthy madam, she was well-maintained, and the years had left no signs of hardship on her face.
“Once the Fang family discovers you’re an omega, your brother will be driven out by the shareholders, and as for you…”
“You’ll be handed over to those powerful alphas to toy with, forced into heat, forced to pregnancy, and passed around among this group of men for the rest of your life.”
“A tragic end.”
Mockingly smiling, she reached out to stroke Fang Fengqin’s pale cheek, lowering her voice to tell him, “My good son, only the identity of an alpha can save you.”
As if he were freezing cold, Fang Fengqin suddenly shuddered.
“Get rid of that omega pestering you,” Zhong Lu commanded as she left. “Your father and brother are coming back to the country in a couple of days. Don’t let them hear any of this nonsense.”