Fu Yu’s right hand was already pinching the cover of the diary. He held it in silence for a moment, but in the end, he did not open it.
Fu Yu stood up, holding the diary in his left hand while his right hand picked up a rusted razor blade.
The dull blade glinted coldly under the light, yet it was not as cold as the gaze in Fu Yu’s eyes.
He narrowed his eyes and saw traces of blood within the rust on the blade.
He slipped the blade into the diary, then stepped outside the room to examine the entire secret chamber once more.
Dark, damp, cold, narrow, and devoid of sunlight.
Even though the entire underground space was so vast, Ruan Luo’s living quarters were so cramped. And inside this tiny, suffocating corner, someone had deliberately placed the shattered remains of the piano that Ruan Luo had risked his life to protect.
The scalding S+-class Tequila pheromones surged and tumbled wildly. Reaching such a high concentration, they even raised the temperature of the room’s air by a fraction, seemingly interfering with the electric current of the ceiling lights.
The light strip on the ceiling flickered as if short-circuiting for a moment, struggling to stay lit after Fu Yu walked out of the secret chamber.
Fu Yu opened the locked rooms next door one by one and inspected every single one:
A luxurious bedroom, clearly not prepared for Ruan Luo;
A screening room lined with electric chairs; a torture chamber whose walls were hung with handcuffs and leather belts…
At the very end was an empty, dark room without any electric lights. For a moment, Fu Yu could not fathom its purpose.
When he left, he said to the housekeeper, Tear it all down. Throw everything out and burn it to ashes.
The housekeeper swallowed hard and reminded him, That bedroom is one where you occasionally stay. The wall decorations are entirely covered in gold foil, and the famous painting Perses hanging in front of the writing desk is one of the most precious Western masterpieces from the last century; you paid a fortune at an auction for it. Also, on the writing desk, that miniature quartz clock ornament has a frame made of blue.
Burn it, Fu Yu interrupted him. Not just the basement. Everything in the manor that has ever harmed Ruan Luo, regardless of its value, burn it all.
Fu Yu strode away from the basement, leaving the housekeeper frozen before he could even recover from his shock.
After a long pause, the housekeeper opened his mouth slightly, reached out to loosen the cream-white bowtie at his collar, and took a few deep breaths of oxygen.
When Fu Yu returned to the third-floor bedroom of the villa, Song Qi was leaning carelessly against the doorframe, sipping from a glass of purified water.
Seeing Fu Yu approach, Song Qi drank the rest in one gulp, crumpled the paper cup, and tossed it into the trash can with a loud clang.
Song Qi held onto the door handle: His nerves were strained too tight. I tried to calm him down, but I failed. I injected a dose of sedative. He’s on a nutrient drip right now. Don’t go in.
Fu Yu’s face darkened: Don’t use drugs recklessly. I will give him soothing pheromones.
Tsk, What is this? A cat crying over a mouse, or a fox offering New Year greetings to a chicken? Boss, don’t tell me you don’t know that Ruan Luo also suffers a stress reaction to your pheromones? Do you really not know how Ruan Luo passed out? He didn’t fall asleep from receiving your ‘soothing.’ Your pheromones aggravated his stress reaction, and unable to endure it, he collapsed into a state of shock. Song Qi curled his lips into a smirk.
Fu Yu’s eyes turned dark and unreadable, making it impossible for Song Qi to fathom his emotions.
Song Qi continued: It’s true, you were born at the top of the genetic chain, and an S+-class pheromone allows you to manipulate any Omega at will. But don’t forget, you can only manipulate their physical bodies. When you run into a stubborn soul like Ruan Luo, you will never be the true winner, because his soul will never surrender to you.
Fu Yu lowered his gaze, staring at Song Qi: Get out of the way.
Song Qi crossed his arms and locked eyes with Fu Yu for half a second before stepping aside.
He could not deny that he feared Fu Yu’s eyes.
Being stared at by such deep, dark eyes brought a chilling sensation, as if his soul were being cut to pieces.
After Fu Yu walked into the room, Song Qi leaned against the door to observe him.
This time, Fu Yu did not get too close to Ruan Luo.
He looked at Ruan Luo from a distance and asked Song Qi, Find a way to suppress my pheromones.
What? Song Qi picked at his ear.
Suppress my pheromones.
Song Qi uncrossed his arms and pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses: There are suppressant injections designed for Alphas. They are mostly used to deal with single Alphas’ susceptibility periods. This stuff harms the body and carries side effects. While it suppresses pheromones during the effective period, it also makes a person irritable, turning someone who is usually gentle and sweet into a violent and hot-tempered person, and that’s just the dosage and side effects for an ordinary Alpha. As for you,
Song Qi chuckled: For a top-tier Alpha, the dosage has to be five times that of an ordinary Alpha. The side effects will multiply exponentially as well. Your temper wasn’t exactly praiseworthy to begin with. If you really use this stuff, you’ll probably become a walking powder keg during the effective period.
After finishing his words, Song Qi didn’t know what crossed his mind, but he pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and laughed, hehe.
Fu Yu ignored him and simply said, Custom-make a one-month supply.
His tone was deep and low.
It sounded like the final, decisive ruling delivered at an international negotiation, or like the indisputable orders he had issued countless times at the corporate headquarters.
He was not using a tone of negotiation; it was a cold command from a superior, making it mandatory for the other party to comply.
Song Qi froze for a moment, staring at Fu Yu for a while before regaining the ability to speak: Got it.
Fu Yu said, Once this nutrient drip is finished, take him to the hospital. Register him for admission in the sanatorium building.
Should I find a caregiver or bring a maid?
Fu Yu said, I will care for him.
You, what? Song Qi nearly dropped his jaw.
Fu Yu gave him a look. Song Qi hurriedly closed his mouth, looking as if he had seen a ghost. He cleared his throat: Got it.
After the nutrient drip finished that same day, Song Qi followed right behind Fu Yu as they brought Ruan Luo into a private hospital owned by the conglomerate.
The hospital served government officials, business tycoons, and entertainment celebrities; without a certain social status and financial power, one could not get in.
The medical equipment and medical staff were world-class, and almost all inpatient rooms were independently designed.
Ruan Luo’s ward was located in the high-floor special care area of the hospital’s sanatorium building.
If one ignored the white walls, bedsheets, and medical equipment, this place did not look like a hospital ward at all; it resembled a five-star hotel’s executive suite.
Not only was the environment superb, but the nursing service was also top-tier.
As soon as patients arrived downstairs, the most advanced hospital beds, stretchers, or wheelchairs would immediately come to carry them straight to their reserved wards.
Ruan Luo was different.
Ruan Luo’s service was S+-class.
He was personally carried up in the arms of Fu Yu, the big boss behind the hospital.
The nurses on duty were completely stunned, huddling in the corner like bumpkins to watch, until Song Qi, the hospital’s most handsome doctor, dispersed them with a single look.
Yet as soon as Fu Yu and the others stepped into the elevator, the nurses gathered together again, chattering away.
What’s going on? Did I work night shifts until my brain crashed and started hallucinating? How could I have seen President Fu!
Sister, is it possible that it wasn’t a hallucination? Because I saw him too.
Could we have mistaken someone else for him?
I saw him too; there’s no mistake. Even if we don’t usually get to see him in person, we’ve seen him in the news! Who could match President Fu’s broad shoulders, narrow waist, height of 190 cm, and long legs? Even if someone could mimic his physique, no one can fake that noble, aristocratic air built up by generations of wealth and power.
Speaking of which, what’s the situation? Who was President Fu holding in his arms?
I don’t know. Wrapped up in a heavy coat, only revealing a face. Looking very weak, very,
Very what? I didn’t see clearly; tell me quick!
Very beautiful. It was the kind of pale, stunning beauty that even I, as an Omega, found breathtaking. To be honest, seeing someone who looks like that being held in President Fu’s arms, I don’t feel a single drop of jealousy at all. Even I want to protect him.
Ruan Luo, who was the topic of their heated discussion, was currently sinking into unconsciousness, groggy in Fu Yu’s arms.
When Fu Yu placed Ruan Luo onto the bed and withdrew his arms, his sleeve was suddenly tugged lightly by Ruan Luo’s pale fingers.
To call it a tug was generous; it was actually just a weak, tentative grasp.
Fu Yu instinctively stopped his movement, allowing him to hold on like that.
At this moment, Song Qi was outside the room instructing the special care staff, leaving only Fu Yu and Ruan Luo inside the ward.
Fu Yu leaned forward, looking down at Ruan Luo.
The fingers gripping his sleeve seemed to want to apply a bit more strength, but it was in vain. Fu Yu reached out his hand and held Ruan Luo’s anxious, cold hand in reverse, lightly rubbing his warm, hot thumb against Ruan Luo’s chilly palm: Don’t be afraid.
It would have been better if he hadn’t spoken; the moment he spoke, as if hearing him, tear tracks instantly rolled down from the corners of Ruan Luo’s eyes.
A soft whimper escaped his throat.
Fu Yu’s spine stiffened.
Truth be told, he did not really know how to handle such a situation.
From childhood to adulthood, he had been trained on how to become a ruthless king of the business world. Some said he was cold-hearted and emotionless, while others said his methods were harsh and cruel.
None of those descriptions were wrong.
That was indeed how he had come to power.
The Fu family had taught him all the skills of a king of beasts to kill or spare at will. They had taught him everything, except the word tenderness.
Yet his habitual way of dealing with people was clearly unsuitable for Ruan Luo.
Fu Yu’s throat; Adam’s apple bobbed slightly. Using his free hand, he gently stroked the crown of Ruan Luo’s head, and then proceeded to wipe away the tear tracks at the corners of his eyes. He did not know what to say to comfort this injured child, so he merely softened his voice to an even lower, gentler tone and repeated: Don’t be afraid anymore.
Ruan Luo sniffled, his thin lips opening and closing as if he were calling out to someone.
Fu Yu did not hear it clearly.
Leaning down even closer to Ruan Luo, his voice dropped unbelievably low: What did you just say?
, Grandpa.
Fu Yu pondered: You miss your grandpa?
, Grandpa.
Fu Yu placed his large hand gently on top of Ruan Luo’s head, searching his memory for any mention of Ruan Luo’s grandfather.
He seemed to have seen it in the dossier, but there wasn’t much detail written about this person.
That file concerning Ruan Luo was mainly meant to present Ruan Luo’s personal life history to him.
It took him half a minute to remember that Ruan Luo indeed had a grandfather. He had raised the three-year-old Ruan Luo in the countryside until he was eight, and later moved to the city with Ruan Luo when he started elementary school. After moving to the city, there was no further mention of him in the file.
Fu Yu said softly, How about I invite Grandpa to come see you?
Ruan Luo was clearly unable to hear his words, for he murmured and called out for his grandfather once again.
Fu Yu sighed softly and spent a long time gently wiping away the little pearl-like tears for Ruan Luo: If you cry any more, your eyes will be ruined. I’ll find your grandpa for you, finding him right now. Stop crying, okay?
He was a man of his word; in the very next second, he pulled out his mobile phone and simultaneously sent out a conference call invitation to his secretary and executive assistant.