After finishing work and returning home, Wen Song looked at that message and instantly had no idea how to reply.
Of course, he was worried about being discovered by Zhao Mingzhuo.
Wouldn’t it be utterly explosive if the news got out that the two of them suddenly had each other added on WeChat?
Besides, why was he a poor little thing?
Did he look that pathetic?
No matter which angles you looked at it, those three words had nothing to do with him, giving off a cute, soft, and fluffy vibe. Surely Guan Sui wasn’t treating him like an Omega, right?
He never expected an Alpha with such wild and macho energy to pull something like this.
Wen Song suddenly thought of what Zhao Mingzhuo had said on the day he had a fever.
“If only you were an Omega.”
So what if he were an Omega?
The blood flowing through his veins would still be branded with the title of an illegitimate child.
Birth wasn’t something he could choose or control, but given the current situation, he should be glad he was a Beta.
If he were an Omega, he wouldn’t be able to escape the fate of being sent off for a political marriage, forced into a commercial union where the Alpha could still go out and seek pleasure outside, while the Omega could only helplessly guard a lifelong mark and bitterly endure the torment of their heat periods.
An unloved Omega from a wealthy family was forever the most tragic existence of all.
That was why Wen Song felt extremely fortunate to be a Beta. He had no glands, was free from shackles, and wouldn’t be trapped on his path forward by a so-called lifelong mark, because an Alpha’s mark could never linger for long at the nape of his neck anyway.
In the end, Wen Song replied to Guan Sui’s WeChat message.
[Song]: I was busy just now.
[Song]: I don’t like liking posts.
This wasn’t even a lie.
He hadn’t even liked that Moments post from Zhao Mingzhuo.
Even though the other man had tagged him right there at the bottom, Wen Song merely took a single glance before backing out, refusing to manually tap that like button.
Guan Sui must have been busy, as no reply came through.
Curious, Wen Song tapped open the other man’s Moments, only to discover that the content consisted of a single post.
It was precisely that shared post about cookies.
When he saw Zhao Mingzhuo’s comment at the very bottom,
Wen Song thought to himself:
His expression remained unchanged, yet a sense of guilty conscience lingered all around him.
It was simply impossible to smoothly navigate back and forth between two Alphas.
No matter what, he had to choose between Zhao Mingzhuo and Guan Sui.
In other words, Wen Song believed there was no turning back or room for reconciliation between himself and Guan Sui, making it impossible to return to the status of strangers.
As for Zhao Mingzhuo,
If the other man ended up getting married, that relationship would come to an end sooner or later.
Ms. Song Lanxue’s examination results came out; they were still negative, and her condition hadn’t worsened. However, other index levels were a bit high, so the hospital still intended to wait for the numbers to drop and stabilize before performing surgery.
Yet when exactly that would be remained uncertain.
It was entirely possible that her condition might deteriorate while waiting.
Everything depended primarily on individual constitution.
The doctor suggested that they could try administering a newly launched injection, which would yield better, faster results with zero side effects.
Wen Song had originally been pondering over the one million yuan he still had left in hand, figuring he could pay for a few injections first to see the effect.
Unexpectedly, the moment he went to the hospital to find the doctor, the other man stated:
“Ms. Song Lanxue has already been transferred to another hospital by your boyfriend, and she should currently be at the best hospital in Suicheng.”
“The specialist I mentioned last time is at that hospital, and ordinary people find it extremely difficult even to make an appointment.”
Wen Song was baffled. “Boyfriend?”
When on earth would Zhao Mingzhuo ever bother himself with his grandmother’s affairs?
While the man deposited a bit of money into the hospital account each month, he rarely took the initiative to inquire about his grandmother’s condition.
“Yes,” the doctor recalled, “an Alpha, surnamed Guan.”
Wen Song questioned, “?”
The moment he recalled that Guan Sui claimed to be his boyfriend, a strange emotion flooded his chest, carrying an indescribable sense of eeriness.
“Alright, thank you,” he expressed his gratitude to the doctor.
The doctor waved a hand, saying it was nothing, and wished his grandmother a speedy recovery.
Wen Song left, pulled out his phone, and after weighing his options for a moment, ultimately dialed Guan Sui via WeChat voice call.
The ringing lasted for a few seconds before the other end connected.
“Mm?” Guan Sui emitted a questioning syllable, as if curious about why he was calling.
“Is there something wrong with you calling me at this hour?”
Walking as he spoke, Wen Song said, “Why did you move my grandmother to another hospital without my permission?”
It wasn’t an interrogation, nor was it an outburst, just a simple, straightforward question.
And… calling himself his boyfriend.
Once again, he gained a visceral appreciation for just how brazen Guan Sui could be.
“I thought you agreed last time,” Guan Sui said. “You can take your time considering, but for now, I’m just showing my sincerity.”
“The specialist says your grandmother’s current condition is quite good, and he is confident he can perform surgery within two months. At other hospitals, you’d have to wait at least half another year, taking medications and undergoing chemotherapy, which is far too exhausting.”
“An elderly person’s body can’t handle that.”
Wen Song knew Guan Sui was right.
A very long time had already passed from the start of treatment until now, and the surgery had been dragged out repeatedly; continuing like this was simply too much to bear.
“Thank you,” he said earnestly after a long pause.
A muffled chuckle came from the other end, the tone tinged with confusion and an unmaskable swagger.
“Is that the only thank you I get?”
Wen Song tightened his grip on the phone and lowered his eyelids. “I’ll bake you some more little cookies?”
Guan Sui feigned deep thought for a moment before replying, “No cookies needed this time.”
Wen Song was instantly stumped. “Then what do you want?”
The other man seemed to let out a light laugh that brushed against his ear.
Wen Song instinctively reached up to touch his earlobe.
Guan Sui’s tone lifted: “Figure it out yourself.”
Wen Song stayed silent.
He couldn’t figure it out at all.
In other words, even if he did figure it out, it would take him some time just to accept it.
“I’ll think about it carefully,” Wen Song said.
A hint of amusement lingered in Guan Sui’s cool voice as he spoke meaningfully, “Then you definitely have to think about it very carefully.”
Wen Song gave a very soft “Mn” in response.
“I’s hanging up first.”
“I want to go see my grandmother, so please send me the address.”
Guan Sui replied with a “Got it.”
After ending the call, Wen Song held his phone in the palm of his hand. Once he received the address, he finally stepped forward and headed toward the elevator.