Luo Wenchuan and Song Ling were together for three years. During those three years, Luo Wenchuan enjoyed all of Song Ling's love. His innocent and heartfelt concern and care were something he could never give up once he had it.
Luo Wenchuan naively believed that Song Ling was an Alpha with only a pretty face, until he was deeply involved and finally realized the truth.
He realized his mistake a little late, but not too late; at least there was still a chance to make amends.
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Song Ling and Luo Wenchuan ate for nearly an hour. During this time, Luo Wenchuan ate the food that Song Ling had chosen, and the rest of the time he just watched Song Ling eat quietly. When Song Ling's plate was empty, Luo Wenchuan even followed her to get more food.
The worldviews of the working-class people in both film crews were reshaped within that one hour. Luo Wenchuan, to the outside world, is a wealthy heir raised abroad, a top-tier Enigma, a graduate of a prestigious university, possessing the most superior status and an unapproachable appearance.
How could someone like that be with an unknown actress?
"Xiao He, the person in your group has a rather unusual background."
Upon hearing this, Fang He's expression darkened considerably: "He's not simple. He's already hooked up with Fengxing's young master in just a few days. He's quite the smooth operator. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to replace me. He always acts so high and mighty. I wonder how he manages to please his sugar daddy in bed. He's really despicable."
"this……"
The actor beside Song Ling glanced at him, just as Song Ling looked up. When their eyes met, Song Ling smiled politely—a handsome and sunny smile from a top-tier Alpha. The young actor's heart skipped a beat under his gaze, and he quickly lowered his head again.
Luo Wenchuan seemed to have noticed Song Ling's actions as well. He glanced back at the person sitting in the distance, then quietly shifted his body to block Song Ling's view.
There was no filming scheduled for the afternoon, so the group decided to go to a hot spring.
Soaking in warm hot spring water in early winter is a pleasant thought.
When Shi Xingyun's assistant sent the invitation, Song Ling glanced at Luo Wenchuan, who was sitting on the ground assembling peach blossom tree blocks: "Are you going or not?"
This person is getting more and more backward as they get older; they didn't bring many daily necessities into the mountains, but they did bring a lot of building blocks.
Luo Wenchuan looked up at Song Ling, and after thinking for a while, he said, "I don't want to go, and Brother Ling shouldn't go either, okay? The hot spring water is very dirty."
“It’s running water, and it’s disinfected. If you’re not going, I’m going.” Song Ling got up to change her clothes, and Luo Wenchuan knew he couldn’t stop her, so he could only follow her.
The hot springs at Kuriyama Sanso are located in the bamboo forest behind the mountain, and most of the antique-style buildings are also located there.
In winter, the bamboo's color turns somewhat somber, which, combined with the retro-style architecture, adds a somber atmosphere to the entire back mountain.
Song Ling changed into a jet-black bathrobe with gold trim, the V-neckline plunging below her chest. Song Ling had a great figure, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and incredibly long legs. Her muscles were also beautifully distributed without being exaggerated; she was the kind of person anyone would take a second look at.
Song Ling doesn't usually like to flaunt her figure and is mostly covered up. But today, wearing a bathrobe, her bulging chest muscles under the neckline and her slender waist under the belt easily arouse the imagination.
Luo Wenchuan stood in the locker room for a long time, then suddenly felt reluctant to let Song Ling leave. He harbored an unspoken thought: he wanted to lock Song Ling up, to make him talk only to him, to be intimate with him. If this person couldn't have him completely at heart, he wouldn't hesitate to resort to such methods.
Before she could say anything, Song Ling had already headed towards the hot spring.
The wooden floorboards creaked, and Song Ling attracted the attention of many people as soon as she stepped into the outdoor corridor.
Shi Xingyun sat up from the recliner and gestured for Fang He, who was speaking beside him, to shut up.
Fang He looked up, saw Song Ling, and gave a cold laugh: "Brother Yun likes this kind of thing?"
Shi Xingyun's gaze greedily swept over Song Ling's waist: "To be honest, don't you like it?"
"I..." Fang He glanced at her again. Although he didn't want to admit it, he really liked Song Ling's beautiful, slender, and strong body.
Such a wild and passionate physique is irresistible and ignites fantasies.
Song Ling grew up in the capital, and her brilliance was so dazzling that it couldn't be hidden. Even though she had been injured and had many scars, her jade-like luster was still undeniable.
Fang He watched quietly, a sudden pang of jealousy rising in his heart. If he had Song Ling's appearance, would his life be easier, and would he be more sought after?
"Xiao Lingzi, you have a really great figure. How many times a week do you go to the gym?" No Alpha would refuse such a compliment. The more frank Shi Xingyun was, the more comfortable he seemed.
Song Ling looked at Shi Xingyun and said, "I don't go there often, I mostly stay at... home."
I almost blurted out the words "training ground".
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Chapter 55 (2/2)
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Upon hearing Song Ling's words, Shi Xingyun couldn't help but say, "It's so good to be young. You can have such a great figure by yourself. I can't do that. I don't know how many personal trainers I have to hire to barely maintain it."
"Brother Yun is only thirty-two, right?" He looked even younger than that. Song Ling didn't know how long the prime of an actor's career was, but at this age, he could still serve in the inner circle for a few more years, so he wasn't considered old.
Shi Xingyun patted Song Ling on the shoulder and teased, "There are so many rising stars out there. People like you are really pushing us to the brink."
"Brother Yun is too modest."
Song Ling knew that Shi Xingyun was teasing him. With Shi Xingyun's family background, acting skills, and resources, few people could catch up with him in a short period of time.
The two men were standing there, their sharp gazes fixed on Shi Xingyun.
Upon seeing Luo Wenchuan, Song Ling ended the conversation first and walked towards the hot spring in the inner room across the street.
When Shi Xingyun saw Luo Wenchuan, he felt a little strange. He remembered that Luo Wenchuan didn't like public places and would wash his hands dozens of times even when going to a public toilet. If he went to a hot spring, wouldn't he have to soak himself in alcohol to disinfect himself when he got back?
"Xiao Luo, are you here to soak in the hot springs too?" Shi Xingyun couldn't help but ask.
Luo Wenchuan lowered his eyes, only said the two words "find someone," and walked past Shi Xingyun toward Song Ling.
Fang He saw it clearly. Just now, Luo Wenchuan's eyes were practically shooting sparks when he looked at Shi Xingyun. How come Shi Xingyun still couldn't see that the two of them were having an affair? Could it be that Song Ling was two-timing Shi Xingyun and he was still kept in the dark?
Thinking of this, Fang He took a few steps closer and asked Shi Xingyun, "Brother Yun, is Song Ling one of your men?"
"Is this any of your business to ask about such things?" Shi Xingyun's gaze darkened slightly. He was a good-tempered person on the surface, but not so good that just anyone could pry into his private life.
Fang He had been with him once, and he always thought that it was consensual and that he had treated the man quite well. But these past few days, Fang He had really been acting inappropriately.
Fang He sensed something was off about Shi Xingyun's words, so he told him what happened at noon: "Brother Yun, I don't mean to interfere, but I think Song Ling is not a simple person. I saw him flirting with President Luo at noon. The two of them were together... President Luo didn't say anything, but he insisted on having lunch with President Luo."
"Having dinner with Luo Wenchuan?" Shi Xingyun glanced in the direction Song Ling had left and asked, "Are you sure you didn't see wrong?"
"It's absolutely true, dozens of eyes are watching. If you don't believe me, Brother Yun, just grab someone from the next group and ask them. Brother Yun, do you think Song Ling would be trying to get President Luo to give him more scenes? Pillow talk is always very powerful. If that's the case, our actors are in big trouble."
Fang He was worried about his role; he was supposed to play the third male lead. Song Ling, who didn't even have any representative works, was chosen by Director Chen, so there must be something fishy going on.
Shi Xingyun glanced at Fang He and told him to watch his mouth and not to say anything carelessly.
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"Brother Ling..."
When Luo Wenchuan opened the door, Song Ling was sitting on a low stool taking off his clothes. He noticed that Song Ling hadn't waited for him earlier and assumed that the man was deliberately avoiding his relationship with Shi Xingyun. He felt a little uncomfortable at the moment. "Brother Ling, you walked so fast just now."
Song Ling sensed that Luo Wenchuan's tone was off, glanced at him, and said, "I'm not feeling well and don't want to stay outside."
"Where do you feel unwell?" Luo Wenchuan immediately went over and looked him up and down, but found nothing unusual.
Song Ling opened her bathrobe, looked up at him, and asked, "What do you think?"
The marks, some red and some purple, are now visible under the eyes, with two particularly striking ones.
After admiring it for a long time, Luo Wenchuan's thin lips curled up slightly: "It's swollen. Let me blow on it for Brother Ling. It won't hurt anymore after I blow on it."
"Come on, I've never seen a puppy just blow and not bite." After saying that, Song Ling threw off his bathrobe and went into the hot spring.
Luo Wenchuan saw water droplets fall on Song Ling's waist and then slowly flow down his V-line. His Alpha was a unique treasure in the world, belonging only to him.
"Please massage my lower back."
Song Ling gave the order, and Luo Wenchuan took off his bathrobe and got into the water to massage his back. On the beautifully sculpted back, Luo Wenchuan saw several scars, the marks of the three years he had missed. Had Song Ling still been on missions during those three years?
Song Ling lay by the hot spring, his eyes filled with the swirling steam. He was contemplating whether to ask Luo Wenchuan about Shi Xingyun. He hadn't originally wanted to ask Luo for help, but then he thought it would be a waste not to use such a resource right in front of him.
Luo Wenchuan is Enigma.
"Brother Ling."
"Wen Chuan".
The two spoke almost simultaneously.
"Brother Ling, you go first." Luo Wenchuan always adopted a humble attitude.
"You go first." Song Ling was probably a little guilty and hadn't figured out how to start. He had never asked anyone for help before, let alone Luo Wenchuan.
Luo Wenchuan thought for a moment and asked Song Ling, "Brother Ling, could you stay away from Shi Xingyun a little?"
Hearing this, Song Ling smiled helplessly: "You're jealous of Omegas, and you're jealous of Alphas too. What would you do if I told you I have Enigma friends?"
"Enigma, who is that? Xiao Zeyan?"
Enigma was a sensitive term for Luo Wenchuan. He believed that Song Ling's strong self-control and sense of morality would keep him at a distance from Alphas and Omegas. But Enigmas were different. Enigmas were at the top of the food chain, possessing abilities and intelligence that were almost uncontrollable. The greater their abilities, the more dangerous they were.
Every Enigma is arrogant, so arrogant that they believe they are omnipotent and possess everything. They don't hesitate to use despicable means to obtain the people and things they want.
Song Ling said that Enigma was by his side, and Luo Wenchuan couldn't think of anyone else besides Xiao Zeyan.
“You care about this a lot?” Song Ling asked him.
"Yes, Xiao Zeyan is very capable."
Luo Wenchuan didn't mind admitting this: Xiao Zeyan had retired from the second trusted team, and the missions carried out by the trusted team were far more dangerous than most people could imagine. Although he was also an Enigma, he hadn't received systematic physical training, and his strengths were mostly in the field of information technology. Physically, he wasn't on the same level as Xiao Zeyan.
If Xiao Zeyan insists on having Song Ling, it will be a very troublesome matter.
"Brother Ling, you can't beat him."
"I know, there's nothing between us. He's my mentor, nothing more." Song Ling didn't know why she needed to explain, perhaps she just didn't want to listen to this brat's whining anymore.
Her constant crying and wailing is really annoying.
Upon hearing this, Luo Wenchuan felt much calmer. Song Ling was a man of his word; if he said that, then Xiao Zeyan was definitely out of the running.
"Ling-ge, just stay with me, okay?" Luo Wenchuan leaned down, pressed his face against Song Ling's back, and kissed the scar on his shoulder blade.
"We'll see how you do."
"real?"
"Um."
"So, is Brother Ling satisfied with my performance?" Luo Wenchuan's voice was slightly low. When Song Ling heard him ask this, he knew that the man was asking about things in bed.
Luo Wenchuan's diligence in this matter is really a bit excessive.
A note from the author:
Here we are, Wuhu!