In the cramped little shop, I accompanied her to fend off Lin Xiaoxiao's malicious advances that day.
Luan Yenan's original words at the time were, "From now on, I will deal with this kind of person. I can protect you, and you just need to cooperate with me."
At that time, she didn't even believe in punctuation marks.
But for some reason, she remembered every single word Luan Yenan said that day.
"Yes, you said you would protect me, and I believe you can protect me. But next time, could you please not choose a way that hurts yourself? You... crazy woman." Zuo Baixuan gripped Luan Yenan's hand, which was red from being hit hard with the mahogany cane. Her peach blossom eyes were red, filled with tears and heartache.
Luan Yenan didn't know how much of this was the innocent flower's acting, but as she stared intently into those eyes, she felt that the pain of taking that cane was well worth it.
worth?
That's a really strange concept.
When do you start to think that "the sacrifices I made were worthwhile"?
It's probably because the person in my arms is a pure and innocent girl.
It's a small white flower that I want to grow myself until it blooms.
“You’re right, I really am a madman. When I’m in a madness, I’ll even hurt myself without any mercy.” Luan Yennan completely enveloped Zuo Baixuan in his soft embrace, and when he turned to look at Luan Lizheng, he had a smile on his face, but his eyes were full of cold threats. “Grandpa, is this Alpha-like enough? Now, you should know what kind of personality I have, right? Come at me, but don’t touch her.”
A note from the author:
Luan Yenan: One Hundred Tips for Raising a Little White Flower
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Chapter 40
Luan Yenan's words fell slowly, one after another.
She wore an exquisite dress and gently held the person in her arms, like a kind older sister. But her smiling face was devoid of emotion, and her eyes were icy cold, terrifying.
What Luan Lizheng could easily sense was that Luan Yenan's tenderness was reserved only for the person in his arms.
He felt he had seen many people, but in his old age, no one had dared to look at him like that for many years—so many years that he had forgotten how many. He suddenly had the strange feeling of being stared at by an elder as a child, as if he had been thrown into an ice cave.
Even though the autumn air is getting cooler, you shouldn't feel it indoors.
The heat of the vodka burned him intensely.
His face now looked like he'd seen a ghost, and he was starting to wonder if he was still half asleep, or where he'd been half asleep. Was all of this a dream?
In the past, even if Luan Yenan did something outrageous, he would never go against his own will.
Now, in Luan Lizheng's view, Luan Yenan has really grown up and given up all the outrageous things, except for the ability to fight against him.
What's the logic behind this?
He had never been treated like this in this family before!
To be precise, I've never been treated like this before!
Luan Lizheng's ancestors already had some bloodline, and by going through the family genealogy, one could find quite a few powerful backers. If anything were to happen that would affect the family's development, he could take the family genealogy out to seek help, and the entire capital would be shaken.
I never thought that getting old would be so bad, I'd be driven crazy by this little one.
But Luan Li squinted, and after a moment of confusion, he realized that this was not a dream, otherwise the taste of vodka would be too strong.
These are top-tier S-class pheromones that command respect!
It reminded him of his past self.
Luan Lizheng opened his eyes and stared at Luan Yenan for a while before withdrawing his pheromones.
The sudden change left everyone else dumbfounded.
Is Luan Lizheng, who has always been strong-willed, going back down like this?
Not even a harsh word?
Everyone looked at Luan Muyin, who knew her father best.
Luan Muyin didn't know what to say at this moment.
Luan Lizheng, on the other hand, softened his attitude considerably and gave himself a way out: "Alright. Put aside your youthful arrogance, I won't hold it against you. Tone down your pheromones, don't make a fool of yourself in front of the guests."
As people get older, they become thick-skinned and don't feel ashamed, saying all sorts of things, good and bad.
Ultimately, those with A-cell cancer are driven by a desire for strength.
Although Luan Yennan's tough attitude was disrespectful and violated his doctrine of respecting elders, it was precisely the kind of Alpha he desired—a top-tier S-class Alpha, stronger than anyone else.
He was actually satisfied.
Seeing that Luan Lizheng had calmed down, Luan Yenan turned around and glanced at Zuo Baixuan.
She can't simply collect her pheromones at will; at this moment, she can only rely on external forces.
Zuo Baixuan understood in a glance, took Luan Yenan's hand, and said to everyone, "I'm sorry, Anan's hand is still very red. I'd like to treat it for her. Please have a seat!"
Zuo Baixuan, who had been keeping a low profile, stood beside Luan Yenan and spoke to everyone with a humble yet assertive manner, much like the young mistress of the place.
Luan Muyin and Luan Xing breathed a sigh of relief.
There's really no need to worry about these two young wives; they seem braver than we imagined.
Only Luan Li was sitting upright in the center of the chair, his hands resting on his cane, without saying a word. His eyebrows were slightly raised, and the wrinkles on his forehead creased one after another, as if he were deep in thought.
Luan Yenan was led back by Zuo Baixuan with his hand raised solemnly. He raised the corners of his mouth and said in a low voice, "Thank you for your hard work, my wife."
Zuo Baixuan glanced sideways and said something that sounded like she was complaining: "If you had said less, I might not have been working so hard."
But there wasn't a trace of disgust on his face.
Da da da da.
Pepper also trotted over to follow Luan Yenan, and sat down next to him at the top of the stairs, wagging its tail.
Luan Yenan subdued the person it feared, and now Luan Yenan is a god in its eyes!
Luan Lizheng watched this scene and snorted softly, "The beast is more loyal."
It has a strong implication of indirectly criticizing something else.
Luan Yenan remained unmoved. After witnessing the power of a child's rebellion, what could this feudal patriarch do but leave with empty, impotent rage?
Luan Lizheng paused for a moment, and before Luan Yenan reached the second floor, he turned to Wen Fenghua and said, hanging the cane he was leaning on back on the table: "Fenghua, you see, if you think our two families are a good match, you can consider marrying Wen Qing to our Yecha. That boy is much more polite than that brat Yenan. He's doing very well abroad now, working with a famous professor. Once he finishes his studies, he can join the company."
Luan Lizheng suddenly brought his previously hidden plans into the open.
This was a warning to Luan Muyin to discipline her daughter properly, otherwise, once Luan Ye investigated and came back, even the company would be out of their reach.
Luan Muyin was getting annoyed; she even considered just giving up. After all these years of pent-up frustration, she couldn't even protect her wife and children—she felt utterly pathetic.
Luan Xing noticed his wife's agitation, but secretly grabbed her hand under the table, telling her not to rush to respond and to wait and see before things got to that point.
Wen Fenghua laughed heartily and exchanged a few polite words with Luan Lizheng: "Oh? That kid Ye Cha has become so successful now? I remember a few years ago, when you brought him along to the ball, he was still a little kid. In the blink of an eye, he's grown up?"
Unlike her father, Wen Qing was not as shrewd. When she heard Luan Lizheng change the subject, the smile that had been on her face gradually disappeared.
She didn't expect that Luan Li had been chatting with Wen Fenghua on and off for the past few days on his way here, hinting at things with Luan Yennan. How did it turn into Luan Yennan here?
She had heard of Luan Yecha's reputation.
He's doing quite well abroad using the English name "Charlie," but his reputation isn't much better than the original Luan Yenan. He's just a little better academically and has won a few minor awards at school, but in the end, he's just a B-level Alpha.
Wen Qing couldn't help but take a light sniff of the lingering vodka scent in the air as she thought about it.
She couldn't help but blush; the taste of vodka made her glands stir.
If I really had to choose, I'd rather go for top-grade vodka. Even if the pheromone compatibility isn't high, it still seems quite stimulating.
Unable to contain her thoughts of being completely immersed in vodka, she looked up at Luan Yenan as he entered the room on the second floor.
Wen Fenghua noticed his daughter's gaze and made a plan in his mind, while he was still chatting with Luan Lizheng and Luan Muyin, catching up with them.
...
Zuo Baixuan and the maid brought over the entire medical kit. To avoid others knowing about Luan Yenan's abnormal glands and pheromones, they didn't ask anyone for help.
The hand injury is just an excuse; the pheromones are the key.
After entering the room, she turned the ventilation system to its maximum and used about half a bottle of blocking agent in the air to completely cover up the strong smell of vodka before looking at Luan Yenan again.
Fine beads of sweat began to appear on Luan Yenan's forehead. Her body had lost its initial strength. She leaned against the dressing table, her narrow eyes filled with weariness. In the dim light, she exuded a deadly allure.
Even the most alluring concubines of ancient times who bewitched emperors to the point of neglecting their duties in the morning court were no more than this.
She possessed an indescribable fragility, a stark contrast to the assertive and confident Luan Yenan from just moments before.
No wonder she's a vixen.
Zuo Baixuan sighed inwardly, feeling a pang of heartache and lessening her vigilance.
"Are you feeling unwell? Should we find an excuse to go to the hospital?"
Zuo Baixuan sprayed barrier agent into the air as she walked towards Luan Yenan.
The pheromones have regained their ability to interfere with Omegas, but Alphas without the ability to mark are still not dangerous. Omegas can approach without worrying about traps.
Luan Yenan smiled weakly, "Although the doctor signed a confidentiality agreement and there are strict laws protecting us, if I were to go to the hospital so casually right now, everyone would know what happened to me. Luan Lizheng was just intimidated by my pheromones. If he knew that it was just caused by abnormal pheromones, he would probably laugh his head off."
"Is face really that important?" Zuo Baixuan asked this question as she approached Luan Yenan, following her usual logic.
Most Alphas are reluctant to let others know about their glands and pheromones because of their pride.
Just like before, even though it was common knowledge that Luan Yenan had pheromone problems, no one dared to bring it up in person, and she herself never admitted it directly.
"It's not for my own pride," Luan Yenan said, immediately closing his eyes and slightly frowning.