After Nan Yi got out of the car, he stood quietly to the side, waiting for the two people in the back seat to step out. When He Yushen started walking inside, he followed slowly behind them.
“Brother Shen, do you think I should wear the white suit or the black one today?”
Song Jing followed behind He Yushen, blocking Nan Yi and constantly talking to him.
Nan Yi was like air; he just quietly followed at a moderate distance behind them.
He Yushen: “Either is fine.”
Song Jing: “Then I will wear the black one today.”
He Yushen, who had been walking in front, seemed to remember something. He stopped, frowned, and turned around.
Song Jing also stopped and looked at him in confusion. “Brother Shen?”
Nan Yi did not expect them to stop suddenly. He was stunned for a moment, then halted his steps, finding himself locking eyes with the person standing two or three steps away.
Even in the sweltering weather, Nan Yi was still wearing long sleeves and trousers, with only his face and neck exposed.
Yet, even that small section of his neck revealed how fair his skin was beneath his clothes.
He Yushen turned his head to look at the Omega behind him and paused, not knowing what to say.
Nan Yi felt a bit nervous amidst his confusion. He subconsciously took a small step back. When facing the Alpha, such subconscious actions were the true reflection of his heart.
He Yushen: “Do you have any formal wear?”
Nan Yi stared blankly at He Yushen. After a few seconds, he realized he was being asked.
Nan Yi shook his head slightly.
He had never attended any banquets, so how could he have formal wear? He did have one suit: the white one from the day of his wedding to the Alpha.
He Yushen frowned but said nothing, simply turning and walking into the house.
“Young Master He,” the butler greeted them as they entered.
“Find him a suit to wear to the banquet.” He Yushen took off his suit jacket and handed it to the butler.
Nan Yi had just walked in and heard his words.
“Mr. Nan? It might be too late to have one made now,” the butler said truthfully.
He Yushen: “Why was it not prepared in advance?”
The voice was flat and cold, yet the question caused Nan Yi to look up suddenly in surprise.
Butler: “My apologies, Young Master He. It was my oversight. The tailor will come to take Mr. Nan’s measurements tomorrow.”
He Yushen: “Find a suitable one for him to wear first. As soon as possible.”
Having said that, He Yushen began to climb the stairs. Once upstairs, he turned toward the study and disappeared.
Nan Yi was still standing there, stunned, until the butler walked over to him and asked, “Mr. Nan, would it be alright to wear one of Xiaojing’s suits for now?”
Song Jing was still standing to the side. After He Yushen went upstairs, the smile that had been on his lips vanished.
Now, upon hearing the butler’s words, he looked at Nan Yi with blatant disgust and disbelief.
“Why! If he does not have clothes, he should not go! A mute attending a banquet will only embarrass Brother Shen,” Song Jing said with disdainful sarcasm.
The butler’s expression changed instantly. “Xiaojing! Remember your position. Mr. Nan is the second most important person in this villa after Young Master He.”
Song Jing darkened his face. Unable to argue with the butler, he snorted and went upstairs.
“You…”
“Mr. Nan, I am truly sorry.” The butler looked helplessly at Song Jing’s retreating back. He did not know what to say; there had not been anyone else in the villa before, so he had grown accustomed to doting on Song Jing.
Nan Yi shook his head. He would not hold the butler responsible for Song Jing’s rudeness.
In the end, the butler found one of Song Jing’s suits for Nan Yi. It was a white suit.
It was formal wear that Song Jing had prepared in advance, but since he had chosen the black one, the white one was given to Nan Yi.
Nan Yi changed in the bedroom.
He Yushen was already changed and sitting on the bed. He paused when he saw Nan Yi enter with the white suit.
He Yushen: “Do not dawdle. Change quickly and let us go.”
Fortunately, the person on the bed left the room after speaking. Nan Yi glanced at the closed door and began to change.
Although he was thinner than Song Jing, the suit fit reasonably well, looking only slightly loose, and appeared tailored to his frame.
He was the last one to walk downstairs. He arrived exactly one minute before He Yushen’s limit.
The person sitting in the living room did not even glance at him and headed straight for the door.
Just like when they entered, Nan Yi followed quietly behind them.
Outside, there were two cars.
Nan Yi hesitated for a moment and walked toward the second vehicle.
“Get in.” The black car window rolled down slowly, revealing the Alpha’s emotionless profile.
With his almost perfect jawline, Nan Yi was momentarily stunned before walking toward the front passenger seat.
“Tsk, would it kill you to sit in the back?”
Nan Yi froze. He walked around the car and got in from the other side, sitting next to the cold-faced He Yushen.
He Yushen glanced at the Omega who was trying his best to squeeze into the corner and frowned again. “Will I eat you?”
Nan Yi shook his head weakly, fearing he would annoy the person beside him, and tried his best to minimize his presence.
The car became quiet. After a long while, Nan Yi snuck a glance at the person beside him. He Yushen was closing his eyes to rest.
The space inside the car was cramped. Nan Yi gradually felt suffocated. Perhaps because he had not eaten dinner, he felt car-sick for the first time.
He felt dizzy and nauseous. He wanted to open the window for some fresh air, but he was afraid the cold wind would disturb He Yushen.
Not wanting to anger the volatile Alpha over such a trivial matter, he endured the discomfort, hoping they would arrive at the banquet soon.
Fortunately, the journey was not very long. Just as Nan Yi was about to reach his limit, the car finally stopped.
They had stopped in front of a luxurious and grand hotel.
Nan Yi was still marveling at the magnificent hotel when someone approached with a full smile to welcome He Yushen.
He Yushen got out of the car and looked back at the person sitting dazed inside. The Omega’s face seemed paler, his thin brows knitted together, yet his eyes were bright as he stared at the hotel.
He Yushen said unpleasantly and coldly, “Get out of the car.”
Nan Yi snapped back to reality and hurriedly got out, standing beside He Yushen at a loss.
A sycophantic middle-aged man walked over and looked toward Nan Yi with a beaming smile.
“Who is this? Since when has Young Master He been interested in sweet Omegas?” Before He Yushen could speak, the man looked at the pale pink mark visible on Nan Yi’s neck and gave a lewd smile.
Because of the car sickness, Nan Yi felt dizzy and weak. He had no energy and was stunned by the middle-aged man’s words.
“Brother Shen? Why have we not gone in yet?” Song Jing, who had traveled in a separate car, also stepped out.
He walked up to He Yushen and stood in the gap between Nan Yi and He Yushen.
“Oh, Young Master Song has arrived as well.” Upon seeing Song Jing, the middle-aged man became equally sycophantic, losing the lewd look he had held while staring at Nan Yi.
Nan Yi thought: He Yushen must frequently take Song Jing to these events. Otherwise, how could the son of a butler be treated with such respect by a man who looked like he was clearly wealthy and powerful?