Luo Wenchuan stood frozen in his seat, unsure of what to do. He had always been someone who was willing to submit to gentleness, especially someone like Song Ling who seemed tough but was gentle at heart.
"Brother Ling..."
Luo Wenchuan hid in Song Ling's arms, his hands clenched tightly, his nails almost digging into his flesh.
He could hear Song Ling's strong heartbeat in his ears. Listening to each heartbeat, Luo Wenchuan felt for the first time that he was truly alive in the world.
Luo Wenchuan reluctantly straightened Song Ling's clothes, and while tying Song Ling's belt, he asked, "Brother Ling, you'll give me a reward, right? If I can do it."
"Yes, let's wait until the contract is signed and see just how powerful Enigma really is."
"Really?" Luo Wenchuan looked up at Song Ling, who nodded and placed a very soothing kiss on his forehead.
Song Ling was indeed very curious about Luo Wenchuan's potential in various aspects, and wanted to see Luo Wenchuan bring out the full potential of these abilities.
Since he is an Enigma, which is superior to Alpha, he cannot be controlled by highly compatible pheromones. Luo Wenchuan should become a better and more perfect person.
Based on the fact that this brat could mark 36 hours, he believed that this person must have many more "surprises" that he didn't know about.
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A torrential rainstorm began in the latter half of the night, making Luo Wenchuan's night very turbulent.
It's not a pleasant feeling for a person about to die of thirst to encounter a spring, only to watch it flow silently. But he endured it; if Song Ling wanted him to do something, he would definitely do it.
Luo Wenchuan remembered falling asleep in the car, but when he woke up, he was in Song Ling's bed.
"Aren't you getting up yet, you lazybones?"
When Song Ling entered the bedroom, Luo Wenchuan was sitting on the bed in a daze. It was clear that without the nourishment of pheromones all night, the little brat was listless even after sleeping for ten hours.
Luo Wenchuan glanced at Song Ling, put on his pajama bottoms, and followed Song Ling downstairs to have breakfast.
All morning, Luo Wenchuan was in a daze, as if he hadn't woken up from a dream.
Song Ling had never thought that such things were that important to people before, but now, seeing Luo Wenchuan's almost zombie-like appearance, she suddenly realized that for some people, living is just about exchanging pheromones.
"I'm going to the company today. Do you want to come with me, or stay home?" Song Ling asked.
Luo Wenchuan thought for a moment and asked him, "Is Lin Fenghua going?"
"Go, take him to the science park in the south of the city this morning." After Song Ling finished speaking, he watched as the corners of the man's mouth, which had been expressionless, suddenly drooped.
"Brother Ling, let's have someone else take him. You already said you're not a professional."
Song Ling smiled and waved, and Luo Wenchuan immediately came over.
Song Ling pulled Luo Wenchuan into her arms, making him sit comfortably on her lap, before saying, "Ms. Song has been very busy these past few days. Even Lin Fenghua, as the CEO, came in person. There's no reason for me, someone who's free, not to go. Don't worry, I have no feelings for him. I prefer a loyal puppy."
Song Ling raised her hand and tapped Luo Wenchuan's head with her knuckles. Luo Wenchuan glanced at Song Ling, pouted, and said, "You're not interested in him, but he might not be interested in you."
"You noticed?"
"Um."
Lin Fenghua's face was practically pressed against Song Ling's neck; it would be strange if he didn't notice.
"Wen Chuan, give me some trust. Believe that I can handle this, okay?" Song Ling looked into Luo Wen Chuan's eyes. Luo Wen Chuan felt much of his grievances lessen after Song Ling's gaze.
Luo Wenchuan is a person who is always insecure, and Song Ling has never stopped building a bond of trust between them. He wants to use his firm answers and actions to tell Luo Wenchuan that he will only have one choice.
Unfortunately, before such a bond could be established, it was interrupted by the fact that Luo Wenchuan was from Enigma.
He was very angry with Luo Wenchuan, not because this person had marked him, but because Luo Wenchuan had kept his identity as Enigma a secret from him.
Song Ling was never afraid of the mistakes of those around him. No one is born perfect. What he feared was that the people he cared about would conspire with others to scheme against him.
Deception is the most terrifying thing; lies are the sharpest blade that severs all bonds. Fortunately, Luo Wenchuan didn't intend to scheme against him. Even though he was angry, it was still possible to rebuild the trust they had before, although the method might need to be changed.
Unlike Omegas, Luo Wenchuan, though seemingly weak, always possesses the fierceness of an Enigma. From the day this little brat dared to bite him, Song Ling could see that beneath this weak exterior lay a touch of obsession and ruthlessness.
If he had known that the puppy he picked up was a wolfhound, he would have thought much more carefully before bringing this person into his home.
"I'll wait for you at home. There's nothing I can do if I go over there." Luo Wenchuan lowered his head and couldn't help but clench his hands again.
Song Ling gently pried open Luo Wenchuan's fingers, which he seemed to want to embed in his palm, one by one, kissed his fingertips, and said, "If you can't stand it, go to Assistant Wang's place. He's driving to Long County this afternoon to get some documents from Manager Liu. He's most likely to get sleepy in the afternoon, so you can accompany him and talk to him on the way."
"Okay, when is Brother Ling coming back?"
"It'll probably be evening. I promise you, I'll have dinner with you tonight."
Luo Wenchuan perked up a bit after hearing what Song Ling said.
After Song Ling changed his clothes, Luo Wenchuan had already prepared his shoes.
Looking at the person waiting in the entrance hall, Song Ling suddenly felt as if a cat's paw had gently pressed down on her heart, and the once solid place had collapsed severely.
The child is a very quiet person; just standing there, he exudes a serene and peaceful aura.
It's quite pleasing to the eye.
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The longer Song Ling spent with Lin Fenghua, the more uncomfortable she felt.
Seven or eight out of ten sentences this person utters are completely unrelated to work. Song Ling isn't one to enjoy being a chatterbox, and by the end of the day, she felt utterly exhausted.
While I was staring blankly at the terminal model in the lobby, a traffic update suddenly appeared on the large screen above my head, which was displaying advertisements. It said that a landslide had occurred on a section of the road to Longxian County, burying many cars.
Longxian County.
Song Ling looked at the big screen and suddenly her heart skipped a beat.
"What's wrong with Young Master Song?" Lin Fenghe noticed that Song Ling's expression was off, and followed Song Ling's eyes to the big screen.
"President Lin, please wait a moment." Song Ling walked outside and took out his terminal to send a call request to Luo Wenchuan.
Looking at the terminal interface that remained unreachable, Song Ling suddenly had a bad feeling.
This little brat wouldn't...
Song Ling then sent a call request to Assistant Wang, but still received no response.
After sending what seemed like the umpteenth call request, a faint sound came from the other end of the terminal.
"Brother Ling?"
"Where are you now?" Song Ling asked directly. His terminal could locate Luo Wenchuan's approximate address, but only approximately.
The positioning systems of private terminals have always suffered from inaccurate positioning, and the companies that make positioning systems have never intended to improve them.
Luo Wenchuan remained silent for a while before saying, "It seems we had to go through a winding mountain road. I remember some rocks fell from the mountain, and then the car overturned..."
Luo Wenchuan's voice sounded very strange, like a whisper.
Song Ling tightened his grip on the terminal and took a few steps out the door towards the parking lot.
Song Ling stared at the terminal, his heart pounding in his chest. He shouldn't have sent Luo Wenchuan; he should have found an experienced driver to accompany Assistant Wang.
No matter how much Luo Wenchuan is an Enigma graduate, he's still just a recent student and has no experience in handling emergencies.
How could he let Luo Wenchuan go with him?
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Chapter 37 (2/2)
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"Wen Chuan, how are you feeling right now?" Song Ling put on his headphones and held the terminal up near the steering wheel.
"It's alright, it's just that my arm hurts a bit." Luo Wenchuan sniffed and suddenly said, "Brother Ling, I'm sorry, I marked you without permission."
Luo Wenchuan finally began to reflect on this matter, but Song Ling clearly didn't want to hear it now.
"Brother Ling, if I'm gone, will you miss me?" Luo Wenchuan asked him.
“No, I’ll remove the mark you made, then find an Omega to marry and have children…” Song Ling paused, then said in a deep voice, “So, you’d better not leave my sight. Think about Lin Fenghua, then think about Shen Yueran, do you still want to leave now?”
"I don't want to think about it anymore. If I leave, I'll have to take them with me," Luo Wenchuan said angrily.
"Yes, let's think of it that way." Song Ling's lips curled into a faint, relieved smile. It's good that Luo Wenchuan is still alive.
"Brother Ling, I still want to hear you say you miss me."
"Then hang in there for a while, and we'll talk when I see you, okay?" Song Ling's gaze was fixed on the road ahead, and he had already pressed the accelerator to its limit.
The SUV left the city, crossed the main road, and sped all the way to the winding mountain road that the terminal had located.
The area that had just experienced torrential rain was now bathed in bright sunshine, so intense that it was almost impossible to open one's eyes.
The stark contrast between the two extreme weather conditions is enough to make one feel restless.
At the site of the landslide, Song Ling saw some medical personnel and several cars.
Assistant Wang's car is not there.
Song Ling stared anxiously at the blurry location on the terminal screen. He couldn't imagine what state the child was in when he said those words. This person, who would cry for a long time even if he cut his hand, must be feeling utterly desperate right now.
Looking at the mountains and fields on both sides, Song Ling kept updating Luo Wenchuan's location on the terminal interface. The moment they entered the mountains, the terminal's call request was abruptly interrupted, and now the only thing connecting them was the little red dot flashing on the terminal.
Just now, I heard this person say "we have to go through a winding mountain road," does that mean they haven't come in yet?
Seeing the road blocked, Song Ling took out his mountain bike and backpack from the car and was about to head towards the mountain when he was stopped.
“What are you doing going into the mountains right now? The rocks on the road haven’t been cleared yet, and things might fall down and hit you.”
Seeing that the man was kind, Song Ling took out her first aid certificate from her bag and showed it to him: "I'll go see if there's anyone else over there."
"Hey, you're in rescue work too? Why don't you come with us after we clear the road?" the man suggested.
"No, I'll go first."
Song Ling carried his mountain bike over the mud and sand barrier and headed towards the deserted other side of the mountain.
The communication baseband here isn't very good. Song Ling tried calling again, but there was no response from Luo Wenchuan. She'd mentioned before that baseband coverage should be increased in smaller cities, but the people at the telecommunications company just wouldn't listen.
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People ride along the road, being baked by the scorching sun, sweat pouring down like rain.
Song Ling had never been in such a hurry in his life. Even when carrying out missions in Beicheng, he had always been unhurried and acted according to plan. But this time, he had no plan at all; his only thought was to find Luo Wenchuan as soon as possible.
After riding for about ten miles, Song Ling finally spotted several large, fallen rocks on the road not far away.