In those few short minutes, he had already imagined a scenario where Luo Wenchuan was forced to submit, lying on the cold ground being ravaged by Wei Yu, and then forced to get pregnant, drop out of school, and lose his reputation.
"Wen Chuan, you can't go."
Zhou Yinan thought about it and felt it wouldn't work. It didn't matter whether Song Ling was cuckolded or not, the main thing was that he couldn't demean himself.
Seeing the terrified look on Zhou Yinan's face, Luo Wenchuan knew that he was definitely overthinking things.
This little fool probably doesn't think he's really going to sacrifice himself.
"Don't tell Brother Ling."
Luo Wenchuan had a gentle smile on his face, but in Zhou Yinan's eyes, that smile was inexplicably tinged with a tragic air.
“I definitely won’t tell him. Xiao Luo, you’d better not go. Wei Yu is an Alpha, and Alphas aren’t all good people.”
This statement included a self-inflicted insult, but Zhou Yinan didn't think much of it, since he hadn't differentiated yet anyway.
"I've got it, thank you, Brother Nan."
Luo Wenchuan's smile remained unchanged, making Zhou Yinan's heart pound. He probably wouldn't go.
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The rain fell all night, and the howling wind extinguished the last bit of summer heat.
On a rare cool day, Song Ling slept soundly and woke up before dawn.
Luo Wenchuan had just entered the room with breakfast when he saw Song Ling sitting on the edge of the bed, looking sleepy.
The light was turned on, and the person, still dazed, frowned. This person rarely acted this confused; he looked like a sleepy little tiger.
"Brother Ling, have something to eat."
Luo Wenchuan placed the breakfast on the bedside table. Song Ling hummed in response, leaned forward, and rested her head on Luo Wenchuan's waist.
"Honey, I'm so sleepy, and my eyes are so tired too."
Song Ling closed her eyes and leaned against Luo Wenchuan.
Luo Wenchuan looked at the person who was acting coquettishly towards him and reached out to massage his arm: "If you're sleepy, go back to sleep for a while."
"Um……"
Song Ling yawned and remained slumped for more than ten minutes before regaining her senses.
Song Ling went to the bathroom, where there were towels that Luo Wenchuan had brought from home, and travel-sized toothbrushes and toothpaste that he had specially bought.
The child was well-prepared for going out.
Breakfast consisted of soy milk, steamed buns, and a few eggs.
The soy milk was cooled to a suitable temperature, and the eggs were peeled.
Having lived with Luo Wenchuan for so many days, Song Ling had practically never seen an egg with its shell on. It wasn't that he was being mean; it was just that Luo Wenchuan was too quick and never gave him a chance to peel an egg.
Song Ling sat on the bed browsing the latest news, while Luo Wenchuan handed her a glass of soy milk.
In Zhou Yinan's words, Song Ling was born with the body and life of a young master. He never liked doing these things, and now he has met Luo Wenchuan, an ignorant young man who is eager to serve him. He is being spoiled so much that he is degenerating.
After the two finished eating, Song Ling lay down on the bed, and Luo Wenchuan sat on the edge of the bed and massaged his calves.
The slender calves are covered with well-proportioned muscles that are firm yet not excessive. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe this Alpha's body as "perfect".
Luo Wenchuan enjoyed the moments he could be with Song Ling; sometimes a half-hour massage could drag on for a long time.
Of all the activities, Song Ling's favorite is running. The feeling of her legs getting tired to a certain extent, but then suddenly breaking through and feeling relaxed all over is an indescribable sense of freedom and joy.
Song Ling heard that the professors at Beicheng University loved to punish students by making them run laps, and she thought that this kind of punishment was actually a reward.
It rained for half a day, and the weather wasn't very good, so the school sent a special car to pick people up.
On the way back, Song Ling noticed that Luo Wenchuan seemed to be in a better mood. Just yesterday, when he received his award, the kid had been completely unfazed by the praise or criticism; why was he so happy today?
"Sweetie, is something making you happy?" Song Ling couldn't help but ask. The kid's lips had been curled up for a while, and he was quite curious about what could have made Luo Wenchuan so happy for so long.
Luo Wenchuan turned and glanced at Song Ling: "I'm happy for you."
"No way, how can you be so slow to react?"
As Song Ling spoke, she looked around the school bus. She had heard from Zhou Yinan that Wei Yu had been slapped by an Omega yesterday, and she couldn't see that person today.
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While third place in the competition didn't earn Song Ling much praise, surpassing Sun Yining's ranking quickly made Song Ling's name known to everyone in the senior class and several recommended classes.
Songxian No. 1 Middle School has always been high-profile in its approach to things. From the moment Song Ling stepped into the school gate early in the morning, she guessed that her name and Wei Yu's name were probably already on the bulletin board.
This time, among the crowd squeezing to look at the exhibition, Song Ling saw a very eye-catching person.
"Jiang Hanzhou?"
Before Song Ling could be sure, Jiang Hanzhou walked towards him.
The man had gauze covering the nose pads of his glasses, and a splint on his arm, which was draped in a triangular bandage, clashing sharply with his refined yet scoundrel-like demeanor.
I wonder who he got into a fight with. It's unbelievable that the usually elegant Young Master Jiang would get into a fight.
"Song Ling." Jiang Hanzhou glanced at Luo Wenchuan, who was standing next to Song Ling, and said to him, "I need to talk to Song Ling for a bit. You find a cool place to wait for a while."
He's a very principled person; there's no need for an Omega to be frightened by such a personal feud between Alphas.
"Brother Ling."
Luo Wenchuan hid behind Song Ling, who patted Luo Wenchuan's hand that was gripping her arm and said to him, "You go to class first, I'm fine."
Luo Wenchuan hummed in agreement, glanced timidly at Jiang Hanzhou, and then headed towards the teaching building behind him.
Seeing that Luo Wenchuan had disappeared, Jiang Hanzhou finally spoke: "You should understand the principle of being forgiving when you can."
Jiang Hanzhou's voice was cold, and although his eyes were smiling, one could easily sense the hidden glint of a knife within them.
"What do I understand?"
Song Ling found this person rather strange. They had barely exchanged a few words; what should he possibly understand?
Jiang Hanzhou couldn't help but laugh when he saw Song Ling pretending to be confused: "Song Ling, I used to think you were an upright person, but I didn't expect you to be two-faced. Listen, there's no need to tell the elders about what's between us. If you think you can threaten me by holding something against me, we'll see."
Jiang Hanzhou finished speaking incoherently and left, leaving Song Ling, who was still in shock, behind.
Song Ling felt that Jiang Hanzhou's words had a hidden meaning. This guy had only written him some shameless love letters. Although he didn't like Jiang Hanzhou, he hadn't gone so far as to tell his parents.
What's wrong with this person?
I'm completely lost right at the start of the semester.
After Song Ling went to the classroom, he called Zhou Yinan over and asked her what was wrong. He then learned that Jiang Hanzhou had taken more than a month off. His father, who seemed to know something, had taken him back and given him a good beating before locking him up for another week.
This guy probably doesn't think he told his father about his little secret, does he? It's just a love letter; he's busy training, he doesn't have time for that.
"Brother Ling, won't you get retaliated against?"
Zhou Yinan was a little worried. Jiang Hanzhou was different from others; no matter what others did, it was just small-scale stuff. Jiang Hanzhou came from the capital, was shrewd and resourceful, and he was afraid that Song Ling would suffer.
"What am I afraid of? I don't have any leverage over him."
Song Ling suddenly fell silent upon thinking about this. He probably didn't have any dirt on him.
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The early autumn rain was even heavier than in summer. Song Ling bought some small cakes with an umbrella, and as soon as she entered the alley, she was pulled in and pressed against the wall.
"Wei Yu?"
The man had bruises on his face, a bandage on his head, and a bright red welt on his neck, as if he had been tied with a rope.
The umbrella fell to the ground, and the two of them were soaked in the rain.
Wei Yu looked terrible, and raindrops streamed down her forehead and into her red eyes.
This was the first time Song Ling had seen Wei Yu's almost murderous expression.
"Where were you the night the competition ended?" Wei Yu asked.
"Go to sleep, sleep soundly until dawn."
What's wrong with this person?
Wei Yu lowered her eyes, as if thinking of something, and asked him again, "Where is Luo Wenchuan?"
"He was with me."
"All night?"
"Why would I tell you? You cornered me here just to ask this?"
Song Ling felt that this person was a bit strange.
"Why else should I ask? I almost got..."
Wei Yu couldn't bring herself to say that she almost lost her chastity.
Thinking about it carefully, that person probably wasn't Luo Wenchuan. The child looked so thin and weak; he couldn't possibly have the strength to knock him down.
To be honest, that bastard who attacked him was really ruthless; he knocked him down and then tied him up with his head covered. Tying him up wasn't enough; he could at least put him in a warm place before leaving. Instead, he stripped him naked and threw him into the parking lot. The rope, soaked in water and as thick as half an arm, was tied with several surgical knots, making it tighter the more he struggled.
He's so good at tying people up, and he knows all sorts of fetishes, and he does it pretty fancy. I was freezing half the night and almost froze to death. If the Omega he was sleeping with hadn't had a conscience and come looking for him, he would have been on the news this morning.
Wait, how did that little Omega know he was in the parking lot?
That's fucking weird.
Thinking of this, Wei Yu was so angry he was about to explode. He spat out a mouthful of rainwater before letting go of Song Ling.
Both of them were soaked to the bone. Looking at Song Ling's appearance, Wei Yu suddenly let out a few cold laughs, as if something had occurred to him.
"Are you out of your mind? Did you hurt your brain?"
Song Ling felt that Wei Yu was acting strangely today; no one is both angry and laughing at the same time.
Wei Yu didn't explain anything, he just looked at Song Ling and gave a dry laugh.
Even if Luo Wenchuan didn't do it, that little bastard is definitely involved. Song Ling looks like he's still completely oblivious. Rather than fighting Song Ling here today—neither of us will benefit—it's better to watch him reap what he sows.
"I'm fine, but you're the one with poor eyesight. Don't blame me for not warning you, go get yourself a pair of glasses sometime." After saying that, Wei Yu glanced down at what he was carrying and asked, "What's this?"
"Cupcakes".
Song Ling felt a little annoyed after Wei Yu's antics.