Let's go.
Shi Xingyun really liked being called "Brother Yun." Song Ling was an Alpha, and this kind of address from an Alpha, which sounded like a heartfelt compliment, gave him a great sense of satisfaction.
No one could dislike Song Ling. A top-tier Alpha with superior looks, excellent character, and youthful vitality, he only made people irresistibly want to get closer. Shi Xingyun hoped that one day, when Song Ling was beneath him, at his mercy, he could call him "Brother Yun" again. He eagerly awaited that day and was also curious about Song Ling's expression when he was lost in passion.
That's just how people are. They find partners who are easily obtained boring, but they're more drawn to those who require effort to pursue.
The rain was heavy, and the cars on the road were stuck in a traffic jam, making it almost impossible to move.
Song Ling glanced at the dense rain that obscured his vision, then looked down at his terminal.
Shi Xingyun said with considerable distress, "I don't know when this road will be open. It's still quite a drive to your place."
The car happened to be stuck in traffic on Taiping Street. After hearing what Shi Xingyun said, Song Ling understood what he meant.
"We won't get back until night," Song Ling sighed, echoing Shi Xingyun's words.
Shi Xingyun replied with a "Yes," and after a while, seeing that the car still hadn't moved, he suggested, "Why don't we go to my house first? It's time to eat, and I'll show you what I can do."
"Shall we go to Brother Yun's house?"
“Yes, I have a house up ahead. I stayed there while filming in Lincheng. It’s not far from Xiao Luo. Let’s leave the car with the driver and walk there.”
"Won't we get photographed by paparazzi?" Song Ling asked.
“We’re both Alphas, and we’re in the same production crew. So what if we get caught on camera? Don’t worry about it.” Shi Xingyun was unusually patient with Song Ling. After all, he was an Alpha, different from other Omegas. He couldn’t be pursued in the same way. Becoming friends first might be more appropriate.
Song Ling glanced at the rain outside the car before nodding.
When Song Ling got off the bus, the terminal received a call request. He glanced at the code, realized he didn't recognize it, and immediately clicked "decline".
Shi Xingyun had three or four umbrellas in his car, but he only took one when he got out. He liked the feeling of sharing an umbrella with Song Ling; the unintentional ambiguity was what was most worth savoring at this stage.
When the two arrived at Shi Xingyun's villa, their clothes were mostly soaked by the wind and rain.
Song Ling didn't quite understand why Shi Xingyun would leave the umbrella on the back seat and insist on sharing one with him. He didn't know if it was romantic or not, but it must be quite cold. If Shi Xingyun weren't his mission target and he didn't have to go along with him, he really wanted to tell Shi Xingyun: "Well done, don't do it again."
When Shi Xingyun opened the door, he felt a surge of joy. He, an award-winning actor, was personally holding an umbrella for Song Ling, a newcomer. Song Ling must be incredibly touched.
"Xiao Lingzi, your clothes are wet. Go take a shower first. I'll go see what food is in the fridge."
"I'm sorry to bother you." Song Ling originally didn't want to take a shower, but then she thought about the mission she had to complete and might have to stay overnight, so she gave in.
Shi Xingyun gave Song Ling a clean set of new clothes, took a quick shower, changed into his pajamas, and went to the kitchen.
He couldn't cook, so after glancing at the refrigerator, he immediately called his assistant, Xiao Lu, and told Xiao Lu to quickly go and buy some groceries from nearby.
While waiting for Xiao Lu, Song Ling's terminal on the coffee table kept ringing. Shi Xingyun originally planned to wait for Song Ling to come out before talking to her, but since the other party kept sending call requests, Shi Xingyun simply answered it first.
"Who are you looking for?" Shi Xingyun's question made the other party pause in surprise.
"Where is Song Ling?"
The voice on the other end sounded somewhat deep, and Shi Xingyun couldn't immediately recognize who it was, only replying, "He's taking a shower."
The moment he uttered those words, the other party abruptly hung up the call. Shi Xingyun frowned as he looked at the terminal screen, thinking to himself that this person was quite rude, hanging up just like that.
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Less than twenty minutes after the terminal was disconnected, the doorbell rang in the entryway.
Shi Xingyun walked towards the entrance to open the door for Xiao Lu. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Luo Wenchuan with a gloomy expression. The man was carrying a huge black umbrella and was mostly soaked.
"Xiao Luo, what brings you here?"
"I didn't bring my keys."
"Isn't it enough to just enter a password?"
"I forgot."
"Forgot? You even forget that?"
Luo Wenchuan didn't waste any words with Shi Xingyun and went straight past the bewildered Shi Xingyun.
Song Ling's terminal was on the table. Remembering Shi Xingyun's earlier comment that Song Ling was taking a shower, Luo Wenchuan felt a surge of irritation. What was Song Ling trying to do? He couldn't see any indication that Shi Xingyun was interested in him, so why was he rushing over?
He had originally planned to personally take a taxi to pick up Song Ling, but when he arrived at the film set, the makeup artist, Xiao Ya, said that Song Ling had already left. He had assumed that Song Ling had gone home first, but it turned out that she had gone to Shi Xingyun's house.
"Is your hand alright now?" Shi Xingyun asked, noticing that Luo Wenchuan's hand was still wrapped in gauze.
It seems like I got stitches that day. Judging by the dates, the stitches should have been removed a few days ago, so why is it still wrapped in gauze?
Luo Wenchuan didn't say anything, and sat down on the sofa, sulking.
This person's temper was always unpredictable, and he was never happy, so Shi Xingyun didn't pay much attention to it.
After Xiao Lu brought the food over, Shi Xingyun set the dishes on the table before coming over to greet Luo Wenchuan: "Xiao Luo, come and eat something. Do you want to change your clothes first? You're all wet."
Luo Wenchuan shook his head and just waited.
Shi Xingyun was puzzled. He didn't understand what was going on with this person today. Did he feel lonely late at night and was too embarrassed to come over?
While the two were each making their own guesses, Song Ling had already finished showering and come downstairs.
Shi Xingyun gave him cotton T-shirts and shorts. Cotton clothes are comfortable and also flatter his figure.
Song Ling earned two degrees from Beicheng University. She also did two sets of physical training sessions. Although the difficulty was not as great as before, she maintained a decent physique, which was as enviable as ever.
When Shi Xingyun saw Song Ling's two pairs of long, white, and muscular legs, he was completely stunned.
If we're talking about excitement, Alpha is definitely more exciting. With legs like those, he'll be having an amazing time.
"Xiao Lingzi, come down and get something to eat." Shi Xingyun withdrew his predatory gaze, took a few steps closer, and led the person towards the restaurant.
Song Ling's heart tightened when she saw Luo Wenchuan sitting in the living room.
He knew that Luo Wenchuan and Shi Xingyun had a close relationship, but this little brat had to come at this particular time of year; he must be up to no good.
"Xiao Luo, come and have some too."
Upon hearing this, Luo Wenchuan got up and slowly came over. His gaze fell on Song Ling, and seeing that the man was wearing Shi Xingyun's clothes, his brows furrowed involuntarily.
Luo Wenchuan's sense of smell is not very sensitive due to congenital reasons, but the moment Song Ling walked downstairs, he smelled a small amount of pheromones in the air.
Peach blossom pheromones have a certain alluring effect on both Alphas and Omegas, similar to seductive scents like foxtail lilies and musk.
Song Ling, having mastered the release of pheromones, wouldn't allow her own pheromones to leak unchecked. There's only one possibility for her doing so: she wants to use her pheromones to seduce Shi Xingyun.
Thinking of this, Luo Wenchuan's expression darkened even more.
Shi Xingyun pulled out a chair in the restaurant and invited Song Ling to sit down before sitting down himself.
Luo Wenchuan walked over and sat down between the two, keeping Shi Xingyun and Song Ling far apart.
Shi Xingyun wanted to remind Luo Wenchuan to sit further away and not stand in the middle like a third wheel, but Luo Wenchuan's unapproachable demeanor made him hesitate to speak for the time being.
"Xiao Luo, try this spicy shredded chicken."
Just as Shi Xingyun was about to put the food on Song Ling's plate, Luo Wenchuan suddenly said, "He doesn't eat this."
Shi Xingyun hesitated for a moment, looking at Luo Wenchuan with a hint of suspicion. After a moment, he put the food into his own bowl and said, "I almost forgot, Xiao Lingzi is taking medicine and shouldn't eat spicy food. Try these shrimp dumplings."
Shi Xingyun picked up the shrimp dumplings and placed them over, but Song Ling quickly handed over her bowl before Luo Wenchuan could speak, saying, "Thank you, Brother Yun."
"It's nothing." Seeing Song Ling smile at him, Shi Xingyun forgot his earlier embarrassment.
Shi Xingyun's family is in business, specifically in the entertainment industry. Both of them are Alphas and grew up in similar environments, so they had a lot in common and quickly became acquainted.
The restaurant was dimly lit. After sitting for a while, Song Ling went to the living room, took a pair of glasses from her coat pocket, and put them on. The silver-rimmed glasses made her red lips and white teeth look even more striking.
"Is Xiao Lingzi nearsighted?" Shi Xingyun asked.
Song Ling said, "A hundred or two hundred degrees is fine most of the time, but it's not very clear when it gets dark."
"Oh, I didn't think that through," Shi Xingyun said, turning up the restaurant lights a bit with his terminal.
Song Ling's glasses were custom-made at the research institute and could scan specific chips. His gaze fell on Shi Xingyun, secretly scanning him from head to toe several times, but he couldn't find anything unusual.
Seeing that Song Ling kept staring at Shi Xingyun, Luo Wenchuan suddenly felt a surge of jealousy.
"Xiao Lingzi was originally a conductor, right? Why did she decide to go into the entertainment industry?" Shi Xingyun asked.
Song Ling calmly said, "Something unexpected happened, and I can no longer participate in high-intensity training, so I transferred there."
"Oh, that's a real pity. It must have been caused during a mission. You people work in all kinds of weather, it's much harder for you than for us."
Shi Xingyun's words weren't flattery; they came from the bottom of his heart. Ultimately, he was able to act with peace of mind because of Song Ling and his group of people supporting him. He also had friends in the military, who were all out of contact when carrying out missions, and after retirement, they either had broken legs or had their arms pierced by bullets—they were truly admirable.
Shi Xingyun was very interested in this topic, but Song Ling did not continue the conversation.
Most people believed that Song Ling's leg was injured during a mission. Only a few close friends knew that what disqualified him from directly joining the trusted team was not his enemy, but his own Luo Wenchuan.
Song Ling looked up at Luo Wenchuan, a look that conveyed a sense of relief after the pain and resentment.
It's all in the past; he finally made it through. Hardship couldn't break him; nothing in this world could defeat him.
Luo Wenchuan didn't seem to understand the meaning behind Song Ling's glance, but he felt sorry for Song Ling in his heart.
Song Ling was eating with his head down when a slender hand suddenly landed on his knee.
Luo Wenchuan looked at Song Ling with a mixture of comfort and tenderness in his eyes, like a small dog that couldn't speak but could understand its owner's disappointment but couldn't offer words of comfort, only able to reach out and touch him with its paw.
Then the paw became less docile, the loose shorts making it much easier for the person. Luo Wenchuan's hands were beautiful, and he was quite adept at setting fires.
Song Ling glared at Luo Wenchuan, who looked completely innocent and remained unrepentant.
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