"Why did he come here?" Song Ling couldn't help but ask.
Song Tiantian glanced at Luo Wenchuan and sighed, "He's probably a supervisor. I heard they take it quite seriously. Senior, this guy looks really fierce. Do you think he'll yell at us if he thinks our filming isn't good? My advisor used to love yelling at people when I was in the North Campus, and he always yelled at me."
You mean Professor Liu?
"Yes, did he insult you too?"
“He curses at everyone, whether he’s happy or unhappy. You get used to it.” Song Ling said, glancing up at Luo Wenchuan in the crowd. Was he fierce? He thought he was quite kind.
"Oh, I see. But I just don't like him swearing. I like someone like you, senior." Song Tiantian smiled sweetly.
The two were chatting animatedly, which instantly made Luo Wenchuan, who was standing not far away talking to Xiao Qian, frown.
“Mr. Luo, if you don’t like the room here, we can actually leave.” Xiao Qian didn’t understand why Luo Wenchuan’s expression had changed. She felt as if her heart had instantly gone from a sunny day to the dead of winter, suffering immense torment.
Lishan Villa is a hotel where various film crews often stay. The courtyard and high-rise buildings look quite retro, and most of them were built later.
The snow comes early to Kuriyama, and every early winter, many film crews would set up camp at the resort early to shoot snow scenes, leaving not many luxury suites available. There were quite a few people filming there, and the lead actors all wanted to stay in luxury suites. Many of the supporting actors were quite picky, and their assistants made several trips to ask for better rooms; some even asked if there were any duplex suites available.
Song Lingzhu didn't have any particular requirements for accommodation; she simply told the staff coordinating the rooms that she wanted to stay in a standard room.
The logistics team was deeply moved when they heard that Song Ling had voluntarily given up the luxury suite.
When everyone was settled in, the moment Song Ling saw her own room, she suddenly understood why everyone was scrambling to get into the VIP room.
Most of the buildings on Lishan Mountain were constructed later and lack significant cultural value. The tourism industry is fragmented, and the mountain resort is almost entirely supported by film crews. The resort's positioning was clear from the start, with most of the investment going to a few high-end suites. The standard rooms were reasonably clean, but the dripping water in one of the rooms almost made Song Ling think she had stumbled into Flower Fruit Mountain.
"Brother Ling, the conditions here are really tough. It seems the air conditioning isn't working properly either." Assistant Xiao Zhao looked at the air conditioner in his hand, somewhat troubled. This winter is colder than usual, and we're in the mountains. Without air conditioning, people would freeze to death.
Song Ling picked up the remote and looked at it: "I'll go ask the front desk later."
Xiao Zhao sighed, "Ling-ge, you must be tired living in such a place."
"You too, we've been through thick and thin together."
"Ah, I won't be staying here." Xiao Zhao chuckled apologetically when he heard Song Ling say that. "Brother Yun's assistant lives in the room next to Brother Yun's. I'll go and use his room."
"You know him?"
“I know him, we deal with each other often. Brother Ling, you should find a way to stay with someone else. This place is obviously assigned to us because the logistics team thinks we're easy to talk to. If we really sleep here for one night, we'll either have a stroke or catch a cold.” Xiao Zhao reminded him before leaving.
"good……"
Looking at his own water curtain cave, Song Ling began to ponder. Living with Shi Xingyun was definitely out of the question; after all, their connection was only from a play. Li Ke was an Omega, and he didn't know the others well. That left only... Luo Wenchuan.
Putting aside his personal grudges with Luo Wenchuan, Luo Wenchuan always had an unapproachable image, so he would definitely be arranged to stay in a quieter room, and he wouldn't attract too much attention there.
Just as Song Ling was hesitating, his terminal suddenly received a call request from Xiao Qian.
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"Mr. Song?" Xiao Qian was overjoyed to see Song Ling outside the door. He grabbed Song Ling's arm and said, "Brother Song, my good brother, please save me. President Luo hasn't said a word all day. He won't let me pack my things or leave. I really can't take it anymore. I'm going to suffocate if I stay any longer. Please help me and ask this man what's wrong."
Xiao Qian had a good impression of Song Ling, and in his opinion, Luo Wenchuan definitely had some feelings for Song Ling. Now that Luo Wenchuan had come, it was probably to get to know Song Ling. Song Ling was the young master of Qinghe, and Qinghe was under Fengxing's umbrella; the two of them clearly weren't strangers.
Seeing Xiao Qian's overwhelmed state, Song Ling glanced at the door and told Xiao Qian to go out first.
Song Ling went inside after the door was closed.
The difference between the deluxe suite and the standard room he stayed in was like heaven and earth. From the moment he stepped into the room, Song Ling suddenly felt as if technology had advanced by centuries.
The unopened suitcases were neatly placed on the floor. Song Ling looked towards the French windows, where Luo Wenchuan was sitting on the sofa looking out at the scenery.
Luo Wenchuan's skin was very pale, a sickly pallor from being deprived of sunlight. Leaning back on the sofa with his eyes slightly lowered and his expression indifferent, he resembled a cold-toned oil painting.
Luo Wenchuan's eyes were red most of the time when he was in front of her, so much so that Song Ling would often forget that Luo Wenchuan was an Enigma.
Enigma, the type born to be at the top of the empire, is someone everyone aspires to be yet fears.
A note from the author:
Here it comes!
Today is May 20th, but Xiao Luo won't be able to celebrate 520 today.
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Chapter 54
Chapter 54
To leave your mark on your beloved Alpha
Song Ling admired Luo Wenchuan's abilities and wisdom. Most people admire strength, and Song Ling was no exception. If it weren't for Luo Huaishan, Song Ling might have appreciated every aspect of Luo Wenchuan.
Seemingly sensing that the pheromones in the air were different, Luo Wenchuan looked up and met Song Ling's eyes.
"Brother Ling, why are you..." Luo Wenchuan wanted to ask Song Ling why he came, but he was afraid that the answer he gave would not meet his expectations, so he stopped himself in time.
Song Ling glanced at the luggage on the ground and asked, "Assistant Qian said you're in a bad mood."
"Yes." Luo Wenchuan looked at Song Ling and said truthfully, "I saw Brother Ling getting very close to the female lead."
"Tian Tian?"
"Yes." He even called her Tian Tian.
"Why are you jealous of everyone?"
“I’ve always been like this.” Luo Wenchuan stood up, walked to Song Ling’s side, and said in a deep voice, “Brother Ling is my Alpha, he can’t get too close to anyone.”
"When did I become your Alpha?" Song Ling asked him.
Luo Wenchuan said, "I've marked Brother Ling."
"It's not knotted yet," Song Ling reminded her.
Luo Wenchuan's gaze flickered as he began to ponder the meaning behind Song Ling's words. He was glad he hadn't done anything impulsive to hurt Song Ling, but he also deeply regretted not forming a knot within Song Ling's body sooner. If he had, would Song Ling have severed ties with others?
"Brother Ling, I..."
“Being too possessive is not a good thing,” Song Ling reminded him.
"It's too late to change." Long beyond redemption, Luo Wenchuan smiled mockingly. He was exhausted; his conversation with Song Ling had left him utterly drained. He didn't want to be rational; he just wanted to snuggle in Song Ling's arms, to be a kitten, a puppy, a little rabbit—anything was fine, as long as he wasn't Luo Wenchuan anymore.
The days he spent with Song Ling were half pretense, and the other half his most genuine and relaxed moments. Once he left Song Ling, he had to face everything alone. He didn't want to relive those days without dawn.
"Brother Ling, believe me, I will return Qinghe to you soon, it won't be long."
"Do you still want to deal with Luo Huaishan?" Song Ling couldn't understand just how deep the hatred between this person and Luo Huaishan was. Even tigers don't eat their cubs, so what benefit would it bring to Luo Wenchuan, the young master of Fengxing, to deal with Luo Huaishan?
Luo Wenchuan put his arm around Song Ling's waist and rested his chin on his shoulder, saying, "I'm not trying to deal with him, I just want him to pay the price he deserves. Brother Ling, do you know, before I met you, I was a nobody. I thought that after completing my mission in this life, I could go and be with my mother, but then I met you. The moment I met you, I felt that the world was wonderful, even the blinding light and the biting wind became kind and gentle."
When Luo Wenchuan was wandering in Quecheng, he would hide in different bridge arches or other buildings when the sun was scorching or the wind was biting, but after meeting Song Ling, he only needed to hide in this person's arms.
The sense of security that Song Ling brought was indescribable. In the years since he left Song Ling, Luo Huaishan had bound his hands and feet with a specific inhibition ring, but he could not lock his heart.
"Brother Ling, I really miss you."
That was a longing that transcended three years.
A voice in Song Ling's mind told him to stay away from Luo Wenchuan, but his heart couldn't help but want to hold this person in his arms.
He longed to tell Luo Wenchuan that he missed him too, that countless times in the dead of night he would find something missing from his arms.
"Wen Chuan, don't cry."
Your crying breaks my heart.
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Song Ling had forgotten how she ended up sleeping with Luo Wenchuan.
Spending more than a certain amount of time with Luo Wenchuan inevitably leads to something eventually happening; it seems to be a universal law.
He was like a lake confined within a dam; the more he tried to control it, the higher the water level rose. Then one day, someone told him not to stay trapped in one place any longer, to come out and see the world. After saying this, the person released the dam.
Then the entire lake water poured down, unstoppable.
Before Song Ling could say anything more, Luo Wenchuan had already sealed his lips with an urgent kiss. He seemed eager to express some long-suppressed emotion, flustered and uneasy, afraid of being reckless if he took another step forward, yet unwilling to give up if he took a step back.
He was unwilling to hand over Song Ling to someone else, and even more unwilling to become strangers with this person.
Three years of longing and resentment all began with a kiss, blooming passionately and brilliantly in an instant. Some things get worse and more chaotic the more you think about them, so it's better to express them all with this kind of entanglement.
"Wen Chuan..."
Song Ling didn't understand, but she also felt that Luo Wenchuan must have many things he hadn't told her yet.
Why don't you speak up? Why don't you explain yourself clearly?
Two young bodies, two hearts that were once frozen but have now been revived.
Luo Wenchuan seemed born to do this kind of thing, putting all his passion and dedication into it every time.
"Brother Ling..."
Song Ling was carried to the crest of the wave by the repeated calls of "Brother Ling," only to plunge back into the sea in an instant.
When she fully regained consciousness, Song Ling found herself in a bathtub that was up to her chest, with Luo Wenchuan behind her and a pair of long, beautiful hands with distinct knuckles around her waist.
The pheromones of peach blossoms and strong liquor are intertwined, far more directly than their owners.
"Brother Ling." Luo Wenchuan kissed Song Ling's earlobe, tightening his grip on his waist.
Song Ling frowned and said only two words: "Get out."
The water rippled slightly, and Luo Wenchuan silently distanced himself from Song Ling. His lingering gaze lingered on every inch of Song Ling's skin, on the very skin he had just kissed.
He was like a competitive dog, wanting to leave his mark on his beloved Alpha.
Enigma is someone who excels in both intelligence and physical strength, but his way of expressing his love is so primitive that it's laughable.
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Song Ling realized she had been too soft-hearted. The price of that soft-heartedness was that when she woke up the next day, her whole body ached as if she had just done a high-intensity physical training session.
Luo Wenchuan's abilities are always on full display in these kinds of situations. If these things were to have results like physical training, Luo Wenchuan's achievements would be something many people could only dream of.