This was the first time Guan Sui had ever been told to shut up by someone.
Anyone else would have been thrown out by him long ago, but unfortunately, the person before him was Wen Song.
“What do you think about what I just said?” Guan Sui asked.
Hearing this question, Wen Song maintained his silence and gave no reply.
Guan Sui wasn’t in a hurry either, waiting patiently.
The two of them remained at a stalemate for about five minutes.
In the end, worried that his intentions were too obvious and that he might push the person too far, Guan Sui proactively offered an out. “You can think about it carefully. This deal remains valid for one month.”
Wen Song lowered his eyes and nodded slightly.
“Okay.”
The Beta in front of him looked very gentle and obedient, a tuft of hair on top of his head sticking up in utter bewilderment.
His skin was a pale, cold white, and there was a tiny mole on the left side of the bridge of his nose, which added a touch of aloofness.
Beneath long, dense eyelashes were a pair of exceptionally clear eyes. Unlike ordinary Omegas who gave off a sense of needing protection, his eyes carried an ultimate sense of allure.
Guan Sui’s heart felt as though it had been lightly stroked by a feather as he watched.
All the scenes of the turbulent, wave-churning passion from last night resurfaced in his mind.
He fancied himself an Alpha who wasn’t overly driven by desire, and for so many years, he had always relied on injecting suppressants during his rut phases.
However, if conditions permitted, he still hoped it could happen again.
Looking at Wen Song’s face full of guard, he chose to put aside any lingering erratic thoughts.
There is plenty of time.
There was no need to rush.
Wen Song watched as Guan Sui retrieved a paper bag from somewhere else and placed it on the bed. Judging by the logo, it should contain clothes. Last night, both of them had been in a dazed state, and their discarded clothes were now in a completely unspeakable condition.
“The clothes are new, bought according to your size.”
“Inside, there’s pheromone freshener and neck patches. You can clean yourself up.”
“I’ll go to the bathroom to change my clothes and then leave.”
With that, Guan Sui picked up his phone from the bedside table, opened WeChat’s QR code scanning screen to add a friend, and handed it to Wen Song.
“Add me as a friend.”
Wen Song knew he had no right to refuse.
He fished his phone out from under the pillow.
Finding several missed calls, all of them from Zhao Mingzhuo.
Wen Song chose to ignore them for the time being, scanning the code first to add Guan Sui on WeChat.
Guan Sui’s display name was very simple, just “S”, and his profile picture was an adorable Maltese dog wearing a bow.
The profile picture formed a sharp contrast with his actual personality.
It was hard to imagine that an Alpha as cold and sharp-tongued as Guan Sui would use such a cute profile picture in private.
He sent the friend request, and it was approved shortly after.
Wen Song didn’t change the nickname remark.
“Contact me when you’ve made up your mind.” Guan Sui put away his phone, picked up his own clothes, and turned to walk into the bathroom.
By the time he finished changing and left, it took less than ten minutes total.
During that time, he even injected a dose of suppressant in the middle of changing his clothes to tide through the remainder of his rut phase.
Once he left, Wen Song’s tense body and emotions finally relaxed.
He was so tired.
Guan Sui’s aura was different from other Alphas.
The other man looked like someone you shouldn’t mess with from the start.
His original intention was to stay away from the person, but how could he have known he would accidentally ingest a drugged drink and throw himself into the tiger’s den.
Wen Song didn’t know whether this was a blessing or a curse.
“Whatever.” Supporting his head, he decided to think it over properly after leaving this place.
The moment he stood up, a sour ache surged through his limbs, and his calves felt weak.
Trembling as he stepped into his slippers, Wen Song supported himself with both hands on the edge of the bed. Turning his head, he accidentally caught sight of the tied-up rubber products in the trash can. Concentrating to count them carefully, he found 1, 2, 3, up to 6 of them.
An Alpha in a rut was truly terrifying.
His waist was genuinely going to break.
Why on earth was an Alpha’s stamina so overwhelming?
Wen Song looked away, picked up the paper bag, and decided he needed to change his clothes and leave quickly.
The pheromones in this room were simply too concentrated.
It was over half an hour later when he finally left the room.
Wen Song’s walking posture looked a little awkward, but if you didn’t look closely, you wouldn’t notice anything amiss.
Once he got into the car to make his routine weekend return to the Wen family home, he finally dialed Zhao Mingzhuo back.
The phone rang continuously.
The ringing lasted for over ten rings before the other side finally answered.
“Hello, Xiao Song!” Zhao Mingzhuo’s voice came through. “Why weren’t you picking up your phone?”
Wen Song cleared his throat and said, “I’m here. Sorry, my phone was on silent so I didn’t hear it. I had some things to handle at the company this morning, and I didn’t have time to send you a message before leaving. I just finished up and am heading back to the Wen family house.”
In the past, he wasn’t good at lying, but after coming to Suicheng, he learned that besides being cautious in speech and behavior, he also needed to speak in half-truths.
Besides, he knew Zhao Mingzhuo hadn’t returned to his room last night; he must have gone looking for some Omega.
Zhao Mingzhuo sounded as if he were letting out a sigh of relief. “As long as nothing happened. I thought you disappeared right under my nose, and I was worried you weren’t feeling well and were forcing yourself to go to the hospital alone without telling me.”
Wen Song replied, “No, I woke up after a nap and felt fine.”
Zhao Mingzhuo said, “That’s good.”
Just as Wen Song wanted to end the call, he unexpectedly heard Zhao Mingzhuo ask, “By the way, when you went to rest last night, did you see Guan Sui? Did you see anyone else following him?”
There was a hint of probing in the tone of those words.
Only, he didn’t know what he was probing for.
The fingers Wen Song had resting against his leg curled inward. “I didn’t see anyone.”
Zhao Mingzhuo didn’t press further. He gave a few reminders not to hold back if he wasn’t feeling well, and then said he wanted to eat the noodles Wen Song made.
He asked if Wen Song could come over to Silver Lake Mansion to cook a meal for him in a couple of days when he wasn’t busy.
“Okay.” Naturally, Wen Song wouldn’t refuse.
The mode of interaction between them had always been like this.
They didn’t live together.
But Zhao Mingzhuo would often look for him.
Occasionally, he would ask him to accompany him, cook a meal, or go on a date, and apart from that, there were no overstepping actions or behaviors.
The most intimate physical contact between the two of them was probably an embrace.
After hanging up the phone, the car happened to stop right at the entrance of the Wen family villa.
He thanked the driver, opened the door, got out, and walked step by step toward the inside.
If he could help it, Wen Song didn’t want to return to the Wen family.
However, Elder Wen had stated that if anyone moved out, they had to return for a family reunion dinner every weekend, otherwise they would be forced to live at home and not allowed to leave. As he grew older, he began to yearn for a family reunion, even wanting to bring back and recognize the grandson who had been lost outside.
People from the Wen family had come looking for him back when he was still in high school.
At that time, he had refused.
His later return was purely out of necessity.
The moment Wen Song stepped foot into the living room, he heard a sarcastic voice float over.
“Oh, our eldest Young Master Wen has finally returned.”
The words “eldest Young Master Wen” were enunciated with heavy emphasis, the mocking tone dialed all the way up.
Wen Song lifted his eyelids with an indifferent expression, instantly spotting the Omega lounging on the sofa and fiddling with his phone.
Wen Xu.
Three years younger than Wen Song, he was an Omega who had grown up pampered by the entire family.
Before Wen Song came back, he had been the most cherished grandson in the Wen family.