A few days later, Guan Sui received the package mailed to him by Wen Song.
Upon opening it, he discovered individually packaged, hand-baked small cookies. They varied in softness, texture, and shape, and even the packaging bags seemed to be carefully matched, looking exceptionally pretty when laid out.
He took out his phone and snapped a photo.
The very first thing he did was send it to Wen Song.
S: Did you only send this to me? Or does Zhao Mingzhuo have some too?
After sending the message, he exited the chat interface.
Guan Sui found a good angle, took a few more pictures of the cookies, and posted them to Moments with the accompanying caption: “A token of gratitude given by some little pitiful wretch.”
As soon as he posted it, the likes skyrocketed rapidly.
[Duan Ze]: Come on, bro, who is this little pitiful wretch?
[Fu Jingchuan]: Something’s going on.
[Zhao Mingzhuo]: That Omega from last time? Truly ingenious and deft-handed, have you guys started dating? If it were my boyfriend, I would immediately and instantly make it public to stake my claim.
Guan Sui glanced at Zhao Mingzhuo’s reply and hooked the corners of his lips.
What a coincidence.
It really is your “boyfriend.”
If he were to “make it public,” Zhao Mingzhuo would probably be so infuriated he’d try to pick a physical fight with him.
He didn’t reply to a single one of his friends’ comments.
He couldn’t be bothered.
Returning to WeChat, he saw the message Wen Song had sent back.
Song: I didn’t bake cookies for him.
Song: He doesn’t like sweet things.
Guan Sui stared at this last message, the full chest of satisfaction he felt being extinguished by a few points because of such a sentence.
Doing unnecessary work by asking that “why.”
Song: Why did you post it on Moments?
Song: What does “little pitiful wretch” mean?
Guan Sui’s fingers moved lightly as he replied to Wen Song’s message: [Sharing.]
As for the final question, he didn’t give a direct answer, typing out a single word, “You,” and sending it.
Staring at Wen Song’s avatar, he manually changed the other person’s contact remark.
Little Pitiful Ghost.
At that moment, Duan Ze suddenly called him.
Guan Sui unwrapped a bag of cookies, swiped to answer, clicked on speakerphone, and placed his phone on the desk.
“Ah Sui!” a loud voice bellowed from the other end.
“What’s going on with you lately? Who is the little pitiful wretch who gave you cookies on Moments!”
The cookies had a relatively soft texture and a moderate sweetness, tasting similar to the flavors from high-end dessert bakeries outside.
It completely matched his preference.
He didn’t like an excessively cloying sweetness; a faint, subtle sweetness was just right.
Because he kept tasting the small cookies, he completely ignored Duan Ze, who had been shouting at the top of his lungs the entire time.
The other party directly shouted aggressively and loudly:
“Guan Sui!”
If the man were right in front of him, he would definitely be standing with his hands on his hips.
“Did you call just to ask about this trivial matter?” Guan Sui unwrapped another bag of cookies and popped them into his mouth, speaking unhurriedly.
Duan Ze was almost laughed out of his breath. “Do you call this a trivial matter? Zhao Mingzhuo said he saw you sleeping with an Omega the other day.”
“You, me, and Chuan are brothers of over twenty years, we’ve literally known each other since the womb. After all these years through thick and thin, walking this road together hasn’t been easy, and as a result:”
“Why didn’t you say a damn word when you lost your virginity?”
“F***, now I’m the only pure one left in Sui City. You and Chuan betrayed the organization and betrayed me, the ship of friendship sinks just like that.”
“Why did you hide it, you better give me an explanation right now!”
“Is what Zhao Mingzhuo said true or not?”
“Did you really sleep with an Omega? Is it the one you said you wanted to hook as a wife last time? Whose family is she from?”
Guan Sui bit down on a cookie and said unhurriedly, “There is something I need to correct for you.”
Duan Ze: “What?”
Guan Sui said word by word: “Not an Omega.”
Duan Ze seemed shocked: “Could it be that you’re messing with an Alpha?”
Guan Sui was expressionless: “Fu Jingchuan is homo-Alpha, I’m not.”
Duan Ze had a sudden epiphany: “You’re messing with a Beta.”
Guan Sui put away the remaining cookies. Hearing the word “messing” felt somewhat uncomfortable, so he maintained his usual calm tone and said:
“I’m pursuing him.”
Duan Ze: “…”
He fell silent for a good while before finally spitting out a single sentence: “You know how to pursue people?”
“No wait.”
“Is there anyone in this world that you, Guan Sui, can’t catch?”
You had to know that Guan Sui was extremely outstanding in terms of appearance, figure, pheromone rank, and family background. Almost half the people in their circle liked him, and even Alphas were willing to submit beneath him.
What kind of sacred entity was this Beta, to actually make the young master of Zhensheng willingly put aside all his domineering aura and pride to pursue him?
“Maybe his sense of morality is too strong,” Guan Sui said.
Duan Ze was thrown into utter disarray: “…”
What did a sense of morality being too strong even mean?
He didn’t quite get it for a moment.
“I’ll tell you later,” Guan Sui packed up the cookies, picked up his phone, and turned off speakerphone. “I have some things to do, hanging up.”
“Wait a second!” Duan Ze suddenly remembered the serious business.
“Speak.”
Duan Ze gave a dry cough. “Zhao Mingzhuo is planning to host a pool party at his family villa in a few days. Are you coming?”
“He asked me to invite you, saying since you’ve finally returned to China, everyone can hang out together, but he was also afraid of disturbing you if you’re too busy.”
Guan Sui didn’t directly refuse: “We’ll see.”
Seeing that the other didn’t directly brush him off, Duan Ze guessed that he might really have a lot of things to handle recently, and might actually need to check if he had free time on that day rather than being entirely unwilling to attend the party.
“Alright.”
“Then I’m hanging up.”
“I’m going to go vent to Chuan about your inhuman behavior.”
All his good brothers had escaped virginity behind his back, leaving only him to guard his Alpha virtue, absolutely refusing to let his chastity be defiled by anyone, with Wen Xu excluded.
Guan Sui: “Then hurry up and go.”
Duan Ze let out a long, lamenting sigh that sounded like a wail.
After hanging up the call, Guan Sui opened his chat interface with Wen Song.
The ending was where he had quoted the question asked by the other person, “What does ‘little pitiful wretch’ mean?”, and replied with a single word, “You.”
There was no reply.
He didn’t know whether it was because he hadn’t seen it or because he didn’t know how to respond.
Guan Sui admired the cookies he had shared on Moments once more, and with a mischievous sense of playful malice, private-chatted Wen Song to ask:
“Why aren’t you liking it? Afraid of your boyfriend finding out?”