The Beta before him possessed an entirely harmless, gentle, and obedient face. How on earth did he manage to fire back with such precise and sharp retorts?
The Omega stood frozen for a good long while, not knowing how to refute him.
In the end, he flushed a deep red with frustration.
“Are you scolding me? An unpresentable illegitimate child like you actually dares to scold me?”
Wen Song remained expressionless. “Isn’t this sentence precisely what you meant to express?”
“If you feel I am scolding you, then perhaps it is because you do not know how to please an Alpha. Will that suffice?”
The Omega: “What?”
For reasons unknown, listening to the other’s lukewarm tone made his anger soar to the heavens.
At home, he was a thoroughly pampered young master. Hearing such words from the boyfriend of his secret crush, he discarded all restraint over his temper.
“You fucking…”
With that, he immediately reached out and shoved toward Wen Song, attempting to push him into the swimming pool.
Yet Wen Song reacted quickly enough to dodge, causing the Omega himself to lose his balance and tumble into the pool.
When facing danger, people will always desperately and instinctively grab onto whatever is closest to them.
By the time Wen Song tried to step back, his collar had already been grabbed, and stumbling a couple of steps, he was dragged down into the swimming pool along with the Omega.
“Plop.”
Two adults fell into the water.
It produced a massive commotion.
This caused the surrounding people to flock over in droves.
At that moment, Zhao Mingzhuo, Guan Sui, and a few others happened to be walking over.
Noticing that the clothes of the thrashing person in the water were exceptionally familiar, Guan Sui felt a jolt in his chest, his expression darkening as he jumped straight into the water.
Duan Ze was startled: “Ah Sui!”
Seeing this, Zhao Mingzhuo hurried over and asked, “What is going on?”
An eyewitness stated, “It seems Ye Ming and Wen Song had an argument, and both of them fell into the water.”
Only then did Zhao Mingzhuo belatedly realize that Wen Song couldn’t swim, causing panic to surge in his heart as he also quickly jumped into the pool.
Inside the pool, the water wasn’t particularly deep.
Yet Wen Song couldn’t swim at all.
As his arms thrashed about on the water’s surface, he swallowed a few mouthfuls of water raw.
The current rushed into his nasal cavity and oral cavity. Holding his breath, oxygen grew increasingly scarce, and a suffocating sensation rushed over him.
“Save…”
The trailing word couldn’t be spoken at all.
Just when Wen Song thought the people around were merely watching the show and unwilling to come down to save him, a dark shadow suddenly swam toward him.
Opening his eyes to take a closer look, it was Guan Sui.
The next second, the other person reached out with strong, sturdy arms to wrap around his waist and pull him upward.
As if grabbing onto a straw to save his life, Wen Song clutched at the other’s shoulders.
Zhao Mingzhuo, who had entered the water later, brushed past them.
When they broke the surface of the water, Wen Song panted heavily, his chest and throat aching as though sliced by knives, while his lungs felt scorching hot and uncomfortable from the lack of oxygen and inability to breathe.
He had been moments away from suffocating to death by drowning.
The clothes on his body were soaked through, clinging together into a mess.
Wet strands of stray hair rested across his forehead, and his long, dense eyelashes were stained with droplets of water. His complexion was fair, and the mole on the bridge of his nose exuded a fragile sense of aesthetic beauty.
“Come up.”
Guan Sui went up first, standing at the edge of the bank, bending down, and extending a hand toward him.
Viewed from Wen Song’s angle, the other man’s black shirt was completely soaked through, clinging tightly to his well-defined abdominal muscles.
Moist water droplets slid down the high bridge of his nose, tracing his sleek jawline before dripping onto the ground.
His gaze, normally calm, carried a trace of anxious emotion.
Broad shoulders and a narrow waist, a pair of straight, long legs, and his entire body radiated the power of an Alpha.
As expected of a top-tier Alpha, emerging from the water in clothing did not look pathetic at all; instead, it lent him a somewhat untamed, wild aesthetic.
Both alluring and sexy.
Though no pheromone scent was detected, it inexplicably made one feel somewhat flushed with heat.
Seeing this, the Omegas forming a circle around them averted their gazes one after another.
Wen Song’s chest rose and fell visibly with every breath.
Staring at the outstretched palm, he hesitated for a second before reaching out to rest his hand in the center. Immediately afterward, the Alpha’s five fingers tightened, as though the two were holding hands.
His heart felt as though it had been lightly brushed by an electric current.
A strange ripple of emotion surged through.
Before he could clearly distinguish what it was, that trace of a feeling flashed past and vanished.
Relying on the leverage, he stepped on the adjacent ladder and slowly climbed ashore.
Inside the pool, Zhao Mingzhuo had originally intended to rescue Wen Song, but having been beaten to the punch, he could only fish Ye Ming out and send her back to the bank.
“Xiao Song, are you alright?”
As soon as he climbed ashore, Zhao Mingzhuo rushed over anxiously to ask.
From a nearby table, Guan Sui picked up a brand-new, unused towel and handed it to Wen Song.
After murmuring a “Thank you,” Wen Song accepted the towel to dry the water off his body, while casually replying to Zhao Mingzhuo, “I’m fine.”
Zhao Mingzhuo was captivated by Guan Sui’s actions, freezing for a moment without knowing how to react.
To say the least, was Guan Sui this kind of warmhearted Alpha?
Wasn’t the image of the other person in his impression supposed to be “do not touch this lord”?
Just as Zhao Mingzhuo was about to continue pondering the underlying trickiness, Guan Sui spoke in a cold tone:
“Take him to change clothes.”
“It’s cold.”
“He will catch a cold.”
Zhao Mingzhuo snapped out of it immediately, quickly looking toward Wen Song, who was holding the towel and drying his hair, and softening his tone to say:
“Xiao Song, let’s go back to the room to change clothes first.”
“The weather is cold now, wearing wet clothes will give you a chill and make you sick.”
Lowering the towel, Wen Song nodded. “Alright.”
Before leaving, he glanced at Guan Sui, deliberating for a fleeting moment before speaking: “You should go change clothes quickly as well.”
At the tail end, he added another “Thank you” before departing.
As for that Omega, she had long since been taken away by her friends to change clothes first, not daring to continue stirring up trouble at the scene.
Because Zhao Mingzhuo’s attitude proved everything.
The onlookers surrounding the area gradually dispersed.
Guan Sui stood in place, watching Wen Song’s departing back.
Suddenly, Duan Ze, who had remained silent all this time, appeared beside him, crossing his arms over his chest and following the other’s gaze.
Watching Wen Song walking side-by-side with Zhao Mingzhuo.
His mind instantly raced with a thousand thoughts, turning into a complex, tangled mess.
No wonder.
Everything had a traceable path.
When Guan Sui had previously inquired about Wen Song with him, it was because he had taken a fancy to the other person.
To think he had previously felt that a Beta was unworthy of being singled out for special treatment by a top-tier Alpha.
And the result?
The clown turned out to be none other than himself.
Wait, no!
If it was Wen Song? Wouldn’t that mean Guan Sui was going to snatch a Beta from his own buddy?
Furthermore, that Alpha buddy of his, who always took immense pride in his self-discipline and purity, had just gone and slept with someone else’s wife!
The sheer volume of information was so massive that Duan Ze nearly lost his sanity.
It took him a long time to calm down and accept the chaotic reality that his own good buddy had slept with his buddy’s boyfriend.
Noticing that both Wen Song and Zhao Mingzhuo had vanished into the villa’s doorway, Guan Sui, standing right beside him, was still gazing intently in the direction where the two had left with that characteristic cold expression of “if you don’t know how to take care of your wife, I’ll help you do it.”
After a long while without recovering his wits, Duan Ze slowly offered a peculiar, drawn-out remark:
“Ah Sui, that wife you said you were fishing for, turns out you were fishing for someone else’s wife.”