[Delivery address]
He Yushen pulled Nan Yi’s hand toward him. He brought the phone along with it. The soft, tender hand also carried a sweet scent.
“What are you buying?”
“Whatever you need, send it to the butler.” He Yushen paused, then frowned and said, “Send it to Xiao Wang and let him buy it. How would you know if the quality is good online?”
Nan Yi thought about it. He Yushen’s villa was indeed quite remote; if he bought something that was not suitable, returning it would be a hassle. He nodded and decided to send all the materials he needed to Xiao Wang.
He acted immediately, sending several messages to Xiao Wang and transferring the money as well. When the SMS notification from the bank showing his account balance popped up, Nan Yi felt a twinge of pain.
Seeing him standing there with a bitter expression, He Yushen assumed he was trying to play the victim to gain sympathy. Omegas really do have eight hundred hidden motives a day.
He snorted with disdain and stood up. Nan Yi was still quietly replying to Xiao Wang and did not look at him. By the time He Yushen walked to the stairs, Nan Yi caught a glimpse of the card on the table.
Nan Yi felt as if his brain had exploded. This must be what it feels like to have a sudden realization.
He hurriedly grabbed the card and chased after him, grabbing the corner of He Yushen’s jacket just as Xiao Jing happened to walk in from outside.
“Brother Shen, you are off work! On the first of next month, I…”
His tone shifted from joyful to hesitant; the excitement on Xiao Jing’s face stiffened.
He Yushen: “What is it?”
He Yushen’s dark eyes stared at the slender hand. As expected, I should not be too good to him. He has only been pulled by me a few times this morning, and already he is becoming more brazen.
“My birthday is on the first of next month. Can I host a party at home? I want to invite my friends over to play.”
Xiao Jing took over He Yushen’s words, referring to He Yushen’s villa as home.
Nan Yi had already extended the card toward He Yushen and let go of his jacket. He Yushen replied with an emotionless “Hmm.”
Xiao Jing’s face was filled with irrepressible joy.
He Yushen: “And you? What are you doing?”
He Yushen glanced at the card in Nan Yi’s hand and asked in confusion, “Is it not enough?”
Xiao Jing, who had already walked over, looked at the card in Nan Yi’s hand in surprise. “Isn’t that my supplementary card?”
“Brother Shen, why did you give Mr. Nan my supplementary card? Though, there is quite a bit of money in it; it should be enough for Mr. Nan to use for a while.”
Nan Yi: “…”
He truly found Xiao Jing annoying; he was constantly trying to grab attention.
Nan Yi lowered his head and typed: [I bought the phone. Returning it to you.]
Even if he was short on money, he did not want what was not his. Besides, if he took it, Xiao Jing would surely jump out to mock him from time to time. Nan Yi hated the drama.
“If I gave it to you, keep it. If it is not enough, if you are well-behaved, I can give you a new one if you run out.” He Yushen paused mid-sentence.
Before he had even finished, Nan Yi had already stuffed the card into his jacket pocket and shook his head to indicate he did not need it, then turned and walked upstairs.
He Yushen: “…”
What is he throwing a tantrum for? Does he feel insulted by using a supplementary card? He Yushen watched the disappearing back, thinking, as expected, I should not spoil him too much.
“Brother Shen, will you be there on my birthday?”
As soon as Nan Yi left, Xiao Jing smiled brightly and stepped a bit closer to He Yushen.
He Yushen, who was on the stairs, frowned slightly, gave another emotionless “Hmm,” and went upstairs. Xiao Jing stood in place, his face stiffening.
After returning to his room, He Yushen showered and went to bed. He would pull Nan Yi into his arms; the soft, fragrant Omega was like a sleeping pill to him, and he would fall asleep quickly.
Nan Yi, however, would always tense his body while being held. Only when he heard the steady breathing beside him would he finally relax.
The weather had gradually turned quite chilly, especially in the morning. Since he had started making breakfast for He Yushen, Nan Yi would get up on time every morning. Because of this unwavering daily breakfast, He Yushen stopped snapping at him.
Today was the same as usual; Nan Yi went downstairs after waking up to prepare breakfast. Once He Yushen finished eating and left, he would return to his room to draw his manga.
Fortunately, because he loved manga, Nan Yi had a good foundation in drawing since childhood, though he could only draw simple, funny, short comics. He would often sit for the whole day, only putting his tools away when He Yushen returned from work.
But today, He Yushen had not returned even by the time Nan Yi was ready to sleep at night. Nan Yi was relieved that he would not have to wake up early the next morning.
Who would have thought he would wake up in the middle of the night, burning up?
At first, Nan Yi thought it was because of the blanket and kicked it all off the bed, but the heat inside his body did not subside. His glands were burning hot, and he finally realized what was wrong.
It was his heat.
It rushed over like a tide, and his face turned bright red. He had not had such an intense heat since that first night he arrived at the villa. But He Yushen was not by his side now.
Without the pheromones of a top-tier Alpha, why was his heat so intense? Was it because he had been with He Yushen for so long?
Nan Yi struggled to get up, kneeling halfway on the bed. He checked his phone: it was 2:00 AM. His reason was collapsing, and his hands were trembling uncontrollably, but he managed to type a message to the driver, Xiao Wang.
After sending it, he collapsed back onto the bed, his body burning, tossing and turning in discomfort.
In a dimly lit private room, three or four Alphas were sitting around, each holding a sweet, attractive Omega in their arms, except for the Alpha in the center. Chaotic pheromones filled the room.
A sweet Omega in the corner stared longingly at the Alpha in the center. He was a top-tier Alpha who looked like he had stepped out of a manga, lazily swirling the wine glass in his hand. Amidst the decadent atmosphere, he possessed a unique, noble aura.
He took a wine glass from a waiter, loosened the suppression patch on the back of his neck, and tugged the already short skirt even higher. The sweet Omega walked toward him.
“Young Master He, let me fill your glass.”
The voice was cloyingly sweet, and her arm felt boneless as she draped it over him.
The Alpha frowned, but did not refuse.
The Omega filled the glass and leaned against his left side, her soft arms resting gently on his broad shoulders.
“Young Master He, do you like the smell of vanilla?”
A faint scent of vanilla pheromones wafted from the Omega’s direction. The Alpha’s face darkened completely.
Just then, his phone rang.
The Alpha glanced down at it casually, then stood up abruptly. He grabbed the keys from the table and turned toward the door.
“Dawei, lend me the driver.”