The moment Pei Sichen walked out the door, Sikong Sui collapsed onto the bed.
Her lips were swollen, and her face was as red as a crab.
The mission required her to complete Affection Quests with four targets, but she felt that just dealing with Pei Sichen alone was already overwhelming…
Her side seemed hopeless, but how was her brother doing?
“System, where is my brother right now?”
The System paused for a moment, as if locating him.
[Sikong Nian is currently in the dormitory, cooking with Fu Yuan.]
Sikong Sui froze.
Cooking?
In the middle of the night?
A series of question marks bubbled up in Sikong Sui’s mind, popping one after another like bubbles.
“Cooking? What kind of cooking?” she pressed, a faint sense of unease creeping into her heart.
The System paused again: [Not the traditional kind of cooking.]
Sikong Sui slapped the bed and jumped up.
Her brother was amazing—how was his progress so fast!
Always one to love a spectacle, she quickly threw on a jacket.
She had to go see for herself.
Sikong Sui pulled open the door to find the hallway pitch black.
She groped her way through the living room, found the shoe rack by the entrance, and kicked on a pair of sneakers without a second thought.
Without even bothering to tie the laces, she pushed open the villa’s front door.
The December night wind hit her face, cold as a knife.
She shrank her neck, pulled up the collar of her jacket, and hurried toward her brother’s dormitory.
Tiptoeing to the door, Sikong Sui placed her hand on the doorknob and gently turned it.
It was unlocked.
She slipped inside, where two pairs of shoes lay in the entryway.
One was Fu Yuan’s black leather shoes, casually kicked beside the shoe rack, and the other was Sikong Nian’s deep brown ankle boots, neatly placed on the rack.
Xie Ren was on a mission, Gu Shiyan wasn’t around tonight, and Pei Sichen was in her dormitory—it seemed only the two of them were in the house.
Sikong Sui crouched down, took off her sneakers, and stepped barefoot onto the floor.
The icy sensation traveled up from her soles, making her shiver.
But walking barefoot was silent, which was exactly what she needed right now.
As a paparazzo, she was a professional!
No one was in the living room, and the lights were off. Sikong Sui pressed herself against the wall, inching step by step toward the bedroom.
She wasn’t some professional spy from a novel—she couldn’t sneak around or conceal her presence.
All she could do was tread as lightly as possible, hold her breath, and pray she wouldn’t be discovered.
The bedroom door was slightly ajar.
…Oh… It seemed they were in such a hurry they didn’t even have time to close the door…
How intense must the battle be…
Sikong Sui slowly brought her eye to the crack in the door.
She saw Sikong Nian.
Her brother stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his back to her, tall and straight.
Fu Yuan faced away from Sikong Nian, his muscular chest pressed against the glass of the window, pinned into the corner by Sikong Nian.
The two were so close that Sikong Sui felt her own heartbeat quicken.
Well, sparks were flying.
Sikong Sui instinctively covered her eyes, but the next second, she couldn’t resist peeking again.
Sikong Nian: “Fu Yuan, so… you’ve liked me for a long time?”
“And you’ve always known I’m an Alpha?”
“Mm.”
Sikong Nian’s voice was much lower than usual, as if squeezed from the depths of his throat.
The corner of his mouth lifted slightly, carrying a sense of relief and ease, as if he had finally taken off a mask.
Sikong Sui covered her mouth, using all her strength to keep herself from crying out.
Sikong Nian’s hand slid down from the floor-to-ceiling window and landed on Fu Yuan’s shoulder.
“When did you find out?” Sikong Nian asked.
Fu Yuan let out a soft laugh. “Did you think using a suppressant could fool me?”
Hiding behind the crack in the door, Sikong Sui’s mouth formed a perfect “O.”
Wow! Oh!
A sudden thought popped into Sikong Sui’s mind: Who exactly is seducing whom here?
She had always thought it was her brother who was actively pursuing Fu Yuan.
That her brother was going to great lengths to disguise himself to match Fu Yuan’s preferences.
That her brother was the one putting in all the effort and making all the sacrifices.
But now it seemed Fu Yuan had known from the very beginning that Sikong Nian was an Alpha, that he wasn’t an Omega, that he liked him.
Fu Yuan knew all of this, but he never said a word.
He kept playing basketball with Sikong Nian, maintaining that ambiguous, hard-to-define relationship.
He was waiting.
Waiting for Sikong Nian to confess on his own.
Sikong Sui’s eyes widened, her mind buzzing like a swarm of ten thousand bees.
She analyzed the situation at lightning speed.
The most skilled hunters often appear in the simplest forms.
Judging by the current situation, it was obvious—her brother was the top.
Even by ABO standards, Fu Yuan was an S-Rank Alpha, while her brother was SSS-Rank, a full two levels higher than Fu Yuan.
In the ABO world, the hierarchical suppression between Alphas is very real.
An SSS-Rank Alpha holds an irresistible pheromonal advantage over an S-Rank.
What does that mean?
It means that in their relationship, Sikong Nian naturally occupies the higher position.
One could imagine Fu Yuan had thought Sikong Nian was a sweet, soft little cupcake.
But what happened?
When he took a bite, he found the strongest Alpha in the empire inside.
Tragic. Truly tragic.
To fall for someone, thinking they’re an Omega, only to discover they’re an Alpha stronger than you.
That kind of twist is the kind of plot that would make readers scream for an entire chapter in any novel.
It seems Fu Yuan will have to be the bottom for love’s sake.
So, her brother must be the top, no doubt about it.
From every angle, Sikong Nian should be the more dominant one.
Even though he always acted gentle, restrained, and careful around Fu Yuan, that was because he was pretending.
Because he thought Fu Yuan liked Omegas.
Now that the mask is off, the disguise is gone—what will the real Sikong Nian, an SSS-Rank Top Alpha, be like?
Sikong Sui suddenly felt a little anticipation.
No, a lot of anticipation.
She imagined it.
Sikong Nian no longer suppressing his pheromones, no longer deliberately holding back his Alpha aura, no longer playing the role of someone who needs protection in front of Fu Yuan.
What would he be like?
Would he be as cold and dangerous as Xie Ren?
Would he be as inscrutable as Pei Sichen?
Sikong Sui’s lips curled up involuntarily.
To find out what happens next, please keep watching!
She watched the two through the crack in the door. At this moment, Sikong Nian was leaning over Fu Yuan, who was pressed against the glass.
Sikong Sui suddenly felt that all her worries over the past few days had been unnecessary.
After all, they’re the official pairing.
Fu Yuan… tonight, he’s probably going to have an epiphany.
Thinking of this, Sikong Sui’s smile grew even wider.
Just as she was engrossed in the scene, her toe suddenly kicked the doorframe uncontrollably…
“Ouch…”
A faint, barely audible gasp escaped her lips.
She instinctively bent over to clutch her toes, only for her forehead to thud against the door panel with another dull knock.
…
The sound wasn’t loud.
But in the bedroom, so quiet that the breathing of two people could be heard, it was like setting off a string of firecrackers in a library.
Both people in the room turned their heads at the same time.
Sikong Sui froze.
She remained hunched over, clutching her foot, her forehead still pressed against the door, as if petrified.
Only one thought flashed frantically through her mind: I’m done, I’m done, I’m done, I’m done, I’m done…
Sikong Nian’s voice came through the crack in the door as he pulled away, his tone lowered with displeasure. “Who is it?”
The door creaked open as she accidentally pushed against it.
Sikong Sui stood at the doorway, her hair still damp.
A corner of the bandage on her left shoulder peeked out from the collar of her jacket, glaringly white under the warm yellow light.
Her face wore an expression that said, “I know I messed up, but I can explain.”
Sikong Nian looked at her, his brow slowly furrowing.
Fu Yuan looked at her, his eyes darkening.
Both spoke at the same time, but their words were entirely different.
Sikong Nian: “Little sister, seen enough?”
Fu Yuan: “Sikong Sui, what are you doing?”
Sikong Sui stood rooted to the spot, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation that would let her escape unscathed.
She opened her mouth.
“I…”
“I was just… passing by…”
“I… didn’t see anything!”
“You won’t silence me to keep me quiet, will you? Brother, Teacher Fu?”