"Brother Yun."
"Xiao Ling, my head is starting to feel a bit heavy. Could you take me home later?"
Upon hearing this, Song Ling was overjoyed. Seeing Shi Xingyun's unsteady state, he knew he had to take Shi Xingyun home; it was truly an effortless stroke of luck.
"Where does Brother Yun live?" Song Ling asked, looking down.
Shi Xingyun looked up and met Song Ling's eyes, which were filled with the light of the lamp. His heart skipped a beat, and he didn't want to stay there any longer: "Taiping Street, I'll tell you when we get there. Tell Director Chen now that we should go. I'm really dizzy."
Is this a good idea?
"What's wrong with that? We're all family."
From Luo Wenchuan's perspective, the two looked very intimate in this position.
Just as Song Ling was about to get up to find Director Chen, she heard a loud "bang" and something shattered. A gasp followed, and Song Ling looked up to see Luo Wenchuan sitting opposite her holding a broken glass cup.
A transparent shard pierced a person's hand, and bright red blood instantly flowed like a river in the pale palm.
Luo Wenchuan raised his eyes and glanced at Song Ling over the people who had gathered around him. His gaze was filled with a hint of grievance, like a wounded puppy that had no one to comfort it.
Song Ling clenched her fists, but still held back from making a move.
Shi Xingyun's attention was drawn to this, and he got up to check on Luo Wenchuan's condition: "Hey, what kind of quality is this cup? How could it break so easily?"
Several people wanted to check on Luo Wenchuan's injuries, but Luo Wenchuan gripped his wrist tightly, refusing to let anyone touch him.
Several people present had drunk some alcohol and couldn't drive. Director Chen remembered that Song Ling couldn't drink alcohol because she was taking medication for a long time, so he went over and called Song Ling over: "Xiao Song, why don't you take President Luo to the hospital?"
"Me?" Song Ling glanced at Luo Wenchuan and said, "I'm not suitable, Mr. Luo should have a driver."
As soon as Song Ling finished speaking, Luo Wenchuan said, "I drove here myself."
Song Ling: That's quite a coincidence.
"President Luo, let our Xiao Song take you to the hospital. He went to university in Beicheng and used to work in long-distance transportation. You can rest assured that he can drive."
As Director Chen spoke, he pulled Song Ling closer to Luo Wenchuan.
Luo Wenchuan looked up at Song Ling, and after a moment's thought, said, "Then, thank you for your trouble, Mr. Song."
"Xiao Song, hurry up."
Director Chen gave Song Ling a wink. Song Ling hesitated, and Shi Xingyun spoke up, "Little Song, why don't you take him there? I don't trust anyone else."
Shi Xingyun had a well-thought-out plan. After Song Ling settled Luo Wenchuan in, he would have Song Ling take him back. Since it was getting late, he would definitely need to stay overnight.
Seeing that Shi Xingyun had also spoken, Song Ling had no choice but to agree.
The group saw Luo Wenchuan off to his car. Shi Xingyun initially wanted to go with them, but then thought it wouldn't be appropriate to leave the whole event, so he and Director Chen stayed behind. Luo Wenchuan was an Enigma after all; he certainly wouldn't be at a disadvantage with Song by his side.
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Luo Wenchuan's car is a retro sports car that can only seat two people.
The two remained silent the entire way, with Song Ling driving straight to the Central Hospital.
Luo Wenchuan's gaze fell on Song Ling, and after a long while, he said aggrievedly, "Brother Ling, my hand hurts."
Song Ling kept her eyes straight ahead. Seeing that Song Ling didn't speak, Luo Wenchuan muttered something else.
Song Ling was getting annoyed by his grumbling. She waited until they arrived at the hospital parking lot and parked the car before speaking: "Why didn't you say it hurt when you broke the glass? What are you yelling about now?"
Song Ling's tone was not good, and Luo Wenchuan lowered his eyes, feeling hurt by what Song Ling said.
"Go to the hospital." Song Ling didn't waste any words with him and got out of the car directly.
It took Luo Wenchuan quite a while to finally emerge.
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Chapter 48 (2/2)
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The two went to the surgery department because the glass shard was embedded quite deeply. Song Ling had done a quick treatment on the way, making it easy for the doctor to clean up now.
Fortunately, no major blood vessels were punctured, so cleaning the wound was relatively simple.
Song Ling followed along the whole time. When she went into the treatment room for stitches, the doctor made an exception and had her family members come in with her.
Luo Wenchuan placed one hand under the lamp, while the other hand gripped Song Ling's clothes tightly, as if afraid she would run away.
By the time the wound was treated, it was already past eleven o'clock. Song Ling sent a message to Director Chen, who said he would go over to check on things the next day and asked Song Ling to take Luo Wenchuan back first.
Song Ling glanced at Luo Wenchuan sitting in the doctor's office, then took the key out of her pocket: "Let's go, Mr. Luo."
Upon hearing this, Luo Wenchuan followed Song Ling out of the hospital.
In the rush of his arrival, Song Ling hadn't paid much attention, but now he realized that in the three years since they last met, this little rascal had actually grown a bit taller than him.
That's quite impressive.
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The address sounded familiar, and when Song Ling drove there, he realized that it was Shi Xingyun's villa area.
These two live quite close to each other. It seems that if I want to get closer to Shi Xingyun in the future, I will inevitably have to deal with Luo Wenchuan.
Song Ling parked the car in the garage and handed the keys to Luo Wenchuan before even getting out of the car.
Luo Wenchuan glanced at it but didn't take it.
Song Ling knew that Luo Wenchuan was going to use the same old trick again, which was nothing more than shedding a few tears and pretending to be pitiful. He didn't understand why Luo Wenchuan was still putting on this act when he was no longer of any use to him.
"Brother Ling, could you take me home?" Luo Wenchuan's tone was very soft, a stark contrast to his cold demeanor at the dinner party earlier.
Song Ling had already witnessed this person's ability to change his expression, so he was no longer surprised.
"Can't you go back to your own home by yourself?"
"My... hand hurts."
"Your hand hurts, not your foot. Do you expect someone to carry you back?"
Hearing Song Ling's words, Luo Wenchuan's eyes reddened again. This man's eyes held more tears than tap water. Song Ling had been fooled once before, and this time she wasn't as soft-hearted as before.
Luo Wenchuan didn't expect Song Ling to refuse him. Since the soft approach didn't work, he had to resort to the hard one: "Brother Ling, Director Chen said you were supposed to take me home."
Upon hearing this, Song Ling looked up at Luo Wenchuan. He had almost forgotten that this man was the young master of the investor.
Song Ling smiled, said nothing, and got up to get out of the car.
The two walked towards Luo Wenchuan's house one after the other. Luo Wenchuan entered the password and looked back at Song Ling.
Their eyes met, and the love and pity they once shared were no longer visible in them.
Luo Wenchuan couldn't understand why Song Ling had changed so much in just three years, when his Alpha was clearly the most soft-hearted and the one who loved him the most.
"Brother Ling, come in and have a glass of water before you leave."
This didn't sound like a discussion. Director Chen valued Luo Wenchuan, and Song Ling didn't want to cause any unpleasantness for everyone because of personal matters, so after thinking for a moment, she went inside.
The lights were off inside. As soon as Song Ling closed the door, Luo Wenchuan wrapped his arms around his waist from behind.
"Brother Ling, I miss you..." Luo Wenchuan rested his chin on Song Ling's shoulder, searching for his familiar pheromones.
He had been looking forward to this day for a long time.
Song Ling's hand was still on the doorknob. The two remained locked in a stalemate in the pitch black for a long time. Feeling the person holding her was using a lot of force, Song Ling suddenly felt a little helpless.
This person is always so capricious, coming and going as they please. They do whatever they want without any room for discussion.
"Wen Chuan, you don't miss me. If you did, you wouldn't have left without a word." Song Ling's voice was cold, causing Luo Wen Chuan's heart to ache slightly.
How could I not think about him? I've thought about him every single moment for the past three years, but he just can't come back.
“Brother Ling, I had no choice that day. It was Luo Huaishan who managed to trap me. For the past three years, I’ve wanted to be back by your side every day. Brother Ling, I love you. Let’s be like before, okay?”
Luo Wenchuan's lips landed near Song Ling's glands, and the peach-scented pheromones on his neck greatly comforted him.
Song Ling said in a deep voice, "You have no idea what liking someone means."
"I know, Brother Ling, I really..."
"What do you really mean? Do you really like me? Luo Wenchuan, you keep saying you like me, but you don't understand the meaning of that word. Liking someone means restraint, tenderness, and wanting to cherish them. You've never done any of those things."
"I……"
Song Ling sighed, removed her hand from her waist, turned around and said, "You've always been curious about why I resisted touching you, haven't you? Now I'll tell you, it's because I truly love you, and I can't bear to. But what about you? You marked me so soon after you differentiated, and even tried to form a knot inside me without considering the consequences. Did you do all this because you love me, or just to satisfy your own selfish desires?"
"Brother Ling."
"Stop talking, I won't believe you anymore."
Even without the lights on, Song Ling knew that Luo Wenchuan's eyes must be glistening with tears. This person was always like this, using the most innocent expression to do the worst things.
Even now, he still has to go to the rehabilitation center every week, which prevents him from dancing with wolves again. Luo Wenchuan has already caused him enough harm; if it weren't for what happened back then, he would have reported to the confidant team long ago.
"Brother Ling, I really miss you. Please stay with me, even just for one night. I haven't had a full night's sleep in the past three years. I've been thinking about you all the time." Luo Wenchuan's longing was both psychological and physiological. During countless periods of heightened sensitivity, the intense desire for Song Ling, which he could not have, tormented him.
He wanted Song Ling to such an extent that he couldn't even control himself.
Love makes the taut strings in your mind snap one by one. How can love be about restraint? How can you hold back when you truly love someone?
"Brother Ling, stay, please stay." Luo Wenchuan's voice carried a hint of ambiguity as he moved closer and slowly released his pheromones.
He took Song Ling's hand in his and kissed it. Sensing that Song Ling did not resist, Luo Wenchuan opened his mouth and took Song Ling's fingertips into his mouth.
His tongue wrapped around his index finger, licking the pheromones left by Song Ling little by little.
Song Ling took a deep breath, tilted her finger slightly, and traced it down from Luo Wenchuan's lips.
"Brother Ling." Sensing Song Ling's response, Luo Wenchuan couldn't help but move closer. His thoughts were wandering when, the next second, he heard a "click" and something cold was placed on his wrist.
Suppression ring! Song Ling actually put a suppression ring on him!
Just as Luo Wenchuan was about to break free, the scent of pheromones suddenly wafted into his nostrils—a suppressive pheromone from a top-tier Alpha.
Song Ling can control the release of pheromones, how could he do this?
The scent of pheromones quickly faded, transforming into a pervasive, sweet, and alluring aroma, enveloping Luo Wenchuan in a warm sensation. His strength gradually dissipated, and in the pitch black, Luo Wenchuan collapsed into Song Ling's arms.
Song Ling was using pheromones to trigger his susceptible period.