Luo Wenchuan remained silent for a long time before finally speaking: "That person did it on purpose."
"Which one, waiter?"
Luo Wenchuan grunted in agreement, crumpled the paper into a ball, and threw it into the wastebasket.
"How much does he earn in a day? It's not worth it. If he encounters someone who's stingy, dry cleaning this pair of pants will cost a lot of money. Why bother?"
Luo Wenchuan's mind is always filled with wild thoughts. If he glances at that waiter even a few more times, the little brat will definitely feel awkward for days.
Luo Wenchuan glanced at Song Ling, feeling a pang of worry for Song Ling's slow-wittedness. Song Ling, to be honest, was incredibly straightforward and generally didn't like to think of people in this way.
Seeing that Luo Wenchuan was unhappy again, Song Ling reached out and lifted his chin, asking, "Why are you always jealous? You used to be jealous of cats and dogs, and now you're even jealous of strangers. It's like you've eaten all the jealousy in the world by yourself."
Luo Wenchuan ignored Song Ling and instead lowered his head to wipe the cream off the tips of Song Ling's shoes.
Seeing Luo Wenchuan wiping his hands diligently, Song Ling reminded him, "When I came in, I saw that the hand soap on the sink was empty. What will you do if you get your hands dirty?"
Luo Wenchuan doesn't care about anything else, but he loves washing his dog paws. Normally, when he goes out, he won't touch anything in public. Now, he's being wiped down and his shoes are being cleaned. He doesn't know how upset he is that his hands are getting dirty.
"It's nothing," Luo Wenchuan said in a muffled voice.
"What do you mean, 'it's nothing'?"
"It's nothing, it's nothing." Luo Wenchuan didn't explain, he just wiped the cream off his hands with a tissue.
The two stayed in the cubicle for a while. Although Luo Wenchuan was careful, he still couldn't completely wipe away the cream that had seeped in.
Before Song Ling could speak, Luo Wenchuan took out a pair of pants of the same color from the bag he had brought.
"Wear this."
"How come you're so well-prepared for going out?" Song Ling clicked her tongue, thinking to herself that this must be the treatment of a duke's daughter in ancient times.
Luo Wenchuan was still not very happy, and only replied indifferently, "Convenient."
"Convenient? It is quite convenient."
Song Ling had no idea what Luo Wenchuan meant by "convenience". She unbuckled her belt and didn't know where to put it. Luo Wenchuan took it from her without asking.
Watching the person in front of him change his pants without any suspicion, Luo Wenchuan admired Song Ling's two long, slender legs for a long time before he felt a little better.
"Give it to me." Song Ling reached out her hand, asking Luo Wenchuan to return the item.
Luo Wenchuan didn't give it to him, but took a few steps closer: "I'll help you tie it."
Hearing the brat's voice soften a bit, Song Ling didn't refuse. She simply raised her arm to make it easier for the child to tie the knot.
Noticing that Luo Wenchuan's hands were getting restless, Song Ling pulled Luo Wenchuan's hand away: "If this gets dirty, I can't go out."
A note from the author:
#Completely unaware#
Thanks to "1nits", "If I eat fish again I'll jump into the lake", and "Falling down on the leaves under the cherry tree" for their nutrient solution.
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Chapter 35
Chapter 35
When will my little wolfhound be weaned?
Luo Wenchuan didn't respond to him, but stubbornly wrapped his arms around Song Ling's waist and buried his face in his neck.
When a child is silent, he's usually sulking. Otherwise, given his usual shamelessness, he would have been spouting some dirty jokes by now.
Song Ling pulled Luo Wenchuan's hand and placed a kiss on his palm: "In this world, everyone else is just a passerby except for you and me. They come today and leave tomorrow. Why are you jealous of those people? Aren't you just wasting your time?"
Song Ling's words are always firm and sincere, giving people a strong sense of security.
Every time Luo Wenchuan heard Song Ling say these things, he felt that those dark days in the past were for the sake of seeing the blue sky after the clouds had parted.
This person was born to be in the light, dazzling and radiant. Even if he kept him close at hand every day, he would still be afraid of being coveted by others.
"Brother Ling..."
"Um?"
"From now on, can you just look at me?"
"Um."
"She can only smile at me."
"good."
This little rascal is quite possessive of his food; after marking it, he keeps interfering.
Song Ling didn't quite understand why Xiao Dong always seemed insecure before, but the more she got to know him, the more she understood where this anxiety came from.
When he was little, no matter how much people cursed him for being a fatherless child, Ms. Song and Miss Song would always take the troublesome child directly to his parents' door. Then they would come back with a straight face and tell him that men are unreliable, and Alphas are even worse bastards.
Luo Wenchuan grew up under the roof of others and was raised as a defective Omega for so many years. Without parents to rely on, he had little confidence even when he was loved.
Essentially, this little thing does resemble a puppy, like a stray dog that has finally found a home but is still uneasy, fearing that it will be abandoned again.
"You've changed your clothes, aren't you going out yet?" Song Ling pinched Luo Wenchuan's chin and glanced at the little guy's eyes, which were about to burst into tears again.
"Just a little longer, just a little longer."
Luo Wenchuan nuzzled his head and snuggled into Song Ling's neck again, hiding in his arms like a flower that would wither and die if it lost its embrace.
As the sharp canine teeth gently grazed the scabbed bite mark, and pheromones were transmitted little by little from the tip of his tongue, Luo Wenchuan suddenly realized something.
It's not that Song Ling needs him, but that he needs Song Ling.
Song Ling and his pheromones seem to have seeped into his blood, deeply intertwined and inseparable.
It turns out that from beginning to end, it was he who needed Song Ling.
Luo Wenchuan bit Song Ling's neck lightly, then placed his fingertips on Song Ling's chest: "Brother Ling, is it still swollen here?"
Song Ling's gaze flickered, a meaningful smile appearing in her eyes. She sighed helplessly, "When will our little wolfhound be weaned?"
"Let's talk about it later..."
The hem of her shirt was pulled up to her chest, and the slightly cool dog paws made Song Ling's heart tremble.
.
When the two came out of the cubicle, Luo Wenchuan looked at it with his hands in his palms like a shy young wife.
As soon as Song Ling sat back down, she noticed that Jiang Xizhou and Assistant Wang were looking at her differently than before.
It's understandable that people overthink this, since very few people would spend more than half an hour dealing with a pair of pants.
"Where were we?" Song Ling asked.
Jiang Xizhou then realized what was happening and continued to talk about serious matters.
The group sat together until evening, originally planning to have dinner together, but Jiang Xizhou received a phone call request and had to cancel.
"I'm sorry, I'll treat you in a few days." Jiang Xizhou smiled apologetically. The relationship between the group had inexplicably become a little closer because of this unexpected event.
Song Ling arrived in Assistant Wang's car. On the way back, the warm-colored shop windows on both sides of the street were lit up. Seeing that Luo Wenchuan was staring at the shops on both sides, Song Ling simply asked Assistant Wang to drive back first, and then walked with Luo Wenchuan to the company to get the car.
The city truly awakens as dusk settles in; this city, which gave birth to Song Ling, has many facets, just like Song Ling himself.
"Want to take a look around?" Song Ling asked.
Luo Wenchuan nodded, and the two walked from the coffee shop along the street towards the company.
The capital city is not a small place, but it is not a big place either. There are countless high-rise buildings, and you can tell at a glance which company invested in them.
The operation of top-level capital is extremely complex, and its scope is far beyond what ordinary people can imagine.
Having grown up amidst the power struggles of several large companies, Song Ling grew increasingly averse to business. Although his current comfortable life is inseparable from this circle, he has never given up on the opportunity to correct or change things.
"Will Brother Ling inherit Qinghe?" Luo Wenchuan asked, looking at the tall buildings in the distance.
Song Ling thought for a moment and said to him, "Perhaps, but I won't become a key member."
"Why? Brother Ling is clearly very amazing." Luo Wenchuan's eyes were full of admiration and love. He always looked at Song Ling with a sense of reverence.
After thinking about it for a while, Song Ling said to him, "I tend to look at things superficially, and I'm easily swayed by others' opinions and act on my emotions. Based on my own understanding, I'm probably not a qualified businessman."
Song Ling preferred life in the military to accumulating capital in the cutthroat world of business. In the near future, Qinghe would be taken over by his eldest sister, and as someone who occasionally participated in voting at shareholders' meetings, this arrangement was most suitable.
“Brother Ling is not like that. He is sincere, upright, and has strong self-control and empathy.”
Is that so?
"right."
Luo Wenchuan responded very seriously. Song Ling is different from many people. He grew up in the business world, which was steeped in different dyes, but he stubbornly grew into the kind of person he wanted to be.
Merchants who are always successful often become greedy and overly focused on capital in the end.
Song Ling didn't harbor such greed. Whether he had hundreds of millions or tens of dollars, it wouldn't make a difference. He never merely thought about what kind of life he wanted to live or what kind of person he wanted to become.
Life at Beicheng University was not easy. Although Song Ling was still a student, the tasks she carried out in that year were more arduous than most people could imagine.
Cut off from the outside world, living a life of constant danger.
Song Ling was never a playboy; he had his own ideals and beliefs. Such a person is the most indestructible and the easiest to win people's hearts.
Looking at Song Ling, Luo Wenchuan felt as if he were seeing the ever-shining sun. The light emanating from him was so dazzling that it could illuminate his own dark and hopeless past.
"When did you become so eloquent?" This little brat used to stutter when he spoke, but he's quite different these past two days. Does pheromone exchange have this effect?
"I spoke so quickly because this has always been my thought." Luo Wenchuan put his arm around Song Ling's and asked him, "Brother Ling, do you believe me? One day I will walk side by side with you. I am willing to do for you anything you don't like or don't want to do."
These words sounded rather touching, and Song Ling couldn't help but smile, reaching out to pat Luo Wenchuan's head twice: "With such awareness, why not study day and night by lamplight, hmm?"
This brat is like a little wolfhound in heat all the time; I wonder how long he'll stay serious.
"In short, it's important to balance work and rest."