“Not family…” It was Luo Huaishan.
Luo Wenchuan reached out and wrapped his arms around Song Ling's waist, burying his face in his legs.
Song Ling stroked Luo Wenchuan's head and said seriously, "My family will worry if I leave without a word."
"No, Brother Ling, I sent a message using your terminal saying there's a mission in Beicheng and you need to go back early." Luo Wenchuan's voice always suppressed a hint of unease, like a storm brewing.
During missions, personal terminals are not allowed to be used for communication; Luo Wenchuan was quite thoughtful. Song Ling withdrew her hand, looked at the person resting on her lap, and remained silent for a long time.
"How long are you going to keep me here?" Song Ling used the word "keep," because he wasn't without feelings for Luo Wenchuan and couldn't be heartless for the time being.
"As long as Brother Ling agrees to stop interfering in Qinghe's affairs and agrees to stay by my side from now on, you can leave at any time and go to Beicheng."
Luo Wenchuan looked up, his eyes, like spring water, reflected only Song Ling's image. His face was fair and flawless, the most innocent and pitiful face in the world, yet the words he spoke sent chills down one's spine.
Song Ling looked quietly into Luo Wenchuan's eyes, remaining silent for a long time.
Luo Wenchuan is very intelligent, but he seems to lack the emotions that most people have. He treats people well in his own way, without considering whether the person truly likes it.
He was like a child forced to grow too fast, with only his body and schemes being nourished.
“Wen Chuan, you weren’t like this before, were you?” Song Ling asked. He could sense that this person was originally a sincere and kind person, and shouldn’t be so scheming and good at pretending.
Luo Wenchuan remained silent for a moment, then a flicker of light appeared in his eyes.
What was he like before? A lowly beggar, a little monster, a mute, someone who couldn't be brought to the table. In such a big city as Quecheng, he used to walk barefoot through every street in the dark, and no one would ask him if he was cold or if his bare feet hurt.
When people stay in the mire for too long, they will become extremely disgusted with their former environment and want to live a clean and decent life, but they will find that no matter what, they can't get rid of this past.
Song Ling is different. He was born superior, and this superiority comes not only from his family background and his status as a top Alpha, but also from his innate personality.
Luo Wenchuan will never forget the scene when he first met Song Ling.
At that moment, Song Ling stood by the hotel's observation pool, wearing her neatest shirt and sporting the most captivating, radiant smile.
He was proud, noble, and beautiful. He was the most perfect, unattainable, and unattainable luxury that Luo Wenchuan had ever seen in his life.
Luo Wenchuan had thought that he could only observe Song Ling from afar, but this person standing on high ground came down and pulled him up, asking him, "Are you hungry?"
He was so hungry, but at that moment, he suddenly felt that it didn't matter if he starved to death.
Song Ling saw a string of tears sliding down Luo Wenchuan's face. This person had always been the child he cherished the most and wanted to protect the most.
Song Ling wiped away Luo Wenchuan's tears with her thumb, then lowered her eyes, suddenly not understanding why the two of them had come to this point.
"Wen Chuan, you don't understand Luo Huaishan. He's a terrifying man, and his cunning is far beyond your imagination. Once Qinghe falls into his hands, there's no going back. You're oversimplifying things. Let me leave, let me end this. We can talk about the rest later, okay?"
Song Ling wanted to persuade this person to come back; there was still time to restore everything to its original state.
"I won't let you go." Luo Wenchuan's voice was cold. He looked at Song Ling, the light in his eyes gradually dimming. "I said I would return Qinghe to you, but not now. Brother Ling, I need Qinghe now. I need an opportunity. You will support me, right?"
"I can't watch you get yourself involved."
Even now, Song Ling was still patiently guiding him. He could sense that this person harbored a certain degree of hostility towards his father. There must be a reason why Luo Huaishan hadn't revealed Luo Wenchuan's existence; the relationship between the two must be far more complex than he imagined.
"Stop, Wen Chuan."
“It’s too late.” Luo Wenchuan stood up, looking coldly at Song Ling. “This matter is beyond repair. Brother Ling, I must get Qinghe. You just need to wait a few more days…”
“Luo Wenchuan,” Song Ling interrupted Luo Wenchuan, speaking solemnly, “You can’t pluck the feathers from my body and then ask me to support you. If you insist on this, then we are destined to stand on opposite sides.”
"Brother Ling, you must stay."
“I said, I want to go back.” Song Ling also stood up, wanting to see if he could even walk out of this door today.
"Brother Ling." Luo Wenchuan's hand landed on Song Ling's wrist, and he said in a deep voice, "You can't beat me."
"What did you say?" Song Ling looked at Luo Wenchuan, he could hardly believe that Luo Wenchuan had said those words. "Are you going to hit me? Luo Wenchuan, you've got some nerve."
“I don’t want to, so I’m pleading.” Luo Wenchuan’s gaze was lowered to the ground. He didn’t want to see Song Ling’s angry eyes, which made him very uneasy.
"Are you begging? From the very beginning, you've been guiding me, leaving me with only this one choice. Luo Wenchuan, why have you become like this? You say you like me, but at the same time, you're hurting Qinghe."
Song Ling tried to break free from Luo Wenchuan's grasp, but found that this man could easily bind her wrist.
Luo Wenchuan is an Enigma, an Enigma that surpasses Alpha. Physiologically, they are inherently incompatible.
"Brother Ling, it's dangerous outside, you have to trust me."
"Nothing is more dangerous than an Enigma."
Song Ling had never been controlled by anyone in his life, but now he was repeatedly controlled by Luo Wenchuan. Was this a physiological suppression? Luo Wenchuan had begun to use the advantages of Enigma to deal with him.
↑Back to top↑
Read simultaneously on mobile app
Chapter 42 (2/2)
Source hint: The website does not have a table of contents. Click the three dots in the upper right corner --> refresh the table of contents. Each refresh will retrieve 10 pages of the main text and generate 10 tables of contents. This content is only displayed in the first chapter.
The puppy has grown up and can bite.
"Stop making a fuss, Brother Ling." Luo Wenchuan pulled Song Ling into his arms and kissed his lips.
Song Ling opened her mouth and bit Luo Wenchuan, the taste of blood spreading in her mouth.
Pheromones gradually emanated from their lips and teeth. Luo Wenchuan gripped Song Ling's wrist, pulled away from her lips, and bit her softest part of her neck.
Sharp teeth pierced through the skin, and at that moment, Song Ling sensed pheromones different from those she had experienced before.
“Luo Wenchuan, you…”
"It'll be over soon, don't think about it anymore, Brother Ling."
Feeling that the person in his arms was no longer resisting him, Luo Wenchuan put his arm around Song Ling's waist and placed him on the bed.
"Brother Ling, just enjoy this vulnerable period. These things are too stressful." Luo Wenchuan said with an almost eerie smile.
He leaned down and gently kissed Song Ling's neck.
Song Ling was an Alpha he had marked. Although they hadn't formed a bond, the connection between them caused by the marking wouldn't change. If he wanted, Song Ling would be in a vulnerable period every day.
He didn't want things to come to this, but Song Ling was just too stubborn.
"Luo Wenchuan, you're really capable." Song Ling's voice was low, and it was clear that he was suppressing some thoughts that he considered beneath contempt.
"Thank you for the compliment, Brother Ling." Luo Wenchuan lifted Song Ling's chin and silenced the mouth that made him uneasy.
A thin layer of sweat covered his handsome face. Luo Wenchuan quietly observed the changes this person underwent due to his sensitive period.
He saw vibrant flowers blooming in Song Ling's eyes and brows, and he saw the awkward expression on this person's face as if he clearly wanted to be embraced but was trying to suppress it.
Luo Wenchuan suddenly smiled, embraced the person in his arms, and kissed him on the chest.
.
People who could originally perceive day and night have had much of their clear thinking swallowed up by the susceptible period.
Song Ling loathed the effects of Enigma on Alphas. The inability to control his own body was the thing he felt most ashamed of in the past twenty years. He wanted to restrain himself, wanted to refuse, yet instinctively he opened his arms to someone and embraced him.
very good.
Luo Wenchuan, what a bastard he'll never forget.
"Brother Ling, are you hungry?"
Hearing Luo Wenchuan's voice, Song Ling opened her eyes and saw the person with concern in his eyes. She was stunned for a moment, then realized where she was and what she and Luo Wenchuan had done in this room. A sense of powerlessness welled up inside her.
All the self-control he had been so proud of over the years vanished under Luo Wenchuan's pheromones.
That's fucking ridiculous.
"Stay away from me."
Song Ling's current reaction vividly illustrates what it means to turn your back on someone once you've taken your pants.
Luo Wenchuan was in a good mood. He leaned over and kissed Song Ling's forehead, asking him, "What do you want to eat? Tell me, and I'll make it."
He sat up and looked down at the person in the blanket, whose well-proportioned, fair muscles came into Song Ling's view.
A flood of memories washed over her, and Song Ling frowned, uttering two words: "Wonton."
"Okay, Brother Ling, wait for me."
Luo Wenchuan smiled and put on his bathrobe in front of Song Ling without any hesitation.
After everyone left, Song Ling got up and took a shower. The pheromones Luo Wenchuan left on him felt like they were planted in his bones; no matter how much he rinsed, he couldn't get rid of them.
The thought that this was the very thing that had made him lose his mind and become infatuated made Song Ling want to slap himself a few times to bring himself back to his senses.
This feeling is awful.
.
"Young Master Luo, don't you need to attend to Qinghe's affairs?" Song Ling asked after seeing Luo Wenchuan come out of the kitchen wearing an apron.
It's such a waste that these beautiful hands aren't used for coding; they're just here cooking wontons.
Luo Wenchuan placed the bowl of wontons on the table in front of Song Ling and said with a smile, "I'll keep Brother Ling company."
"You're just keeping me company, aren't you? You're just trying to stall me." Time was ticking away, and the contract was almost finalized.
"Just say whatever you think, Brother Ling." Luo Wenchuan's tone was gentle. He scooped out the remaining wontons, sat down in front of Song Ling, and silently ate his breakfast.
This person always appears pitiful and endearing, making it hard to reprimand them. They adopt the most submissive and obedient attitude, yet they commit the most heinous acts of defiance.
After spending these few days with Luo Wenchuan, Song Ling realized that this man was more responsive to gentle persuasion than force. He would tell the truth, and if he talked about Qinghe, Luo Wenchuan wouldn't listen or let him continue. But if it was just idle chatter, Luo Wenchuan would listen more attentively than anyone else.
"Give me a terminal," Song Ling said to Luo Wenchuan.
Luo Wenchuan was silent for a moment, then asked, "Who does Brother Ling want to message?"
"I don't need to send messages. Just give me a device that can only access the internet and can't respond. I believe you can do that."
Unbeknownst to him, Luo Wenchuan had become an omnipotent person in front of Song Ling. He subconsciously felt that Luo Wenchuan's expertise in terminals had reached a level that ordinary people could not imagine.
As it turned out, he was right.
When Luo Wenchuan handed the terminal to Song Ling, Song Ling looked at it for a while, then looked up and asked him, "How did you do that?"
"It's hard to explain right now, I'll tell you later." Luo Wenchuan changed his coat, took one last look at the person sitting on the sofa, and instructed, "Brother Ling, I have to go out for a bit, I might not be back tonight. Remember not to open the door for anyone other than me, okay?"
A note from the author:
Here it comes! Here it comes!