"Don't worry, he trusts me now. This is just a temporary measure. I'm not an Alpha, I won't become obsessed with anyone's pheromones, and I won't lose myself in a scheme or a game. After all, nobody likes to be a dog, don't you think?"
"Even if he notices something amiss, Song Ling won't be too angry. He's easy to appease; it can be resolved with just a few words or a sexual encounter. He's just that shallow, impulsive, and soft-hearted. Everything is under my control, so please stop sending call requests; it's easy for someone to find out."
...
After that, Song Ling couldn't hear clearly.
July and August are the height of summer, but Song Ling could clearly feel that he was covered in a cold sweat.
He thought he must have misheard, otherwise he wouldn't have heard such words from a docile rabbit.
Fengxing, Luo Wenchuan is a person of Fengxing.
Looking at the tray in his hands, Song Ling suddenly found it somewhat laughable. He had always thought that the battles between businessmen in reality were nothing more than spreading rumors, misappropriating company seals, and engaging in malicious competition; he never expected it to be like this.
Two years, no, three years.
How could anyone be willing to spend three years weaving such a net?
What is it about Qinghe that makes Luo Huaishan go to such lengths?
Song Ling gently closed the door, as if she had locked away the completely different Luo Wenchuan inside.
He should be angry. Any other Alpha with a temper would have rushed in and questioned Luo Wenchuan about his intentions.
But for some reason, at this moment, he chose to close the door.
The ward was unusually quiet during nap time, and the bright lights illuminated the originally dim corridor, leaving no shadows. It was as if the truth was laid bare before one's eyes, clear and straightforward, even bloody and stark.
As Song Ling looked at the ward gate, he suddenly felt a slightly metallic taste in his throat. He placed the treatment tray in the hands of the student on duty at the gate and then hurriedly left the hospital.
The afternoon sun was still baking the earth, and Song Ling was sweating on his forehead; to be precise, he was covered in cold sweat.
He glanced at the black SUV parked in the parking lot, then chose to walk home. He was in no condition to drive.
He went up to the second floor, opened his room door, and lay down on the bed without even taking off his clothes.
In the past, at this time, Luo Wenchuan, who was waiting at home, would help him take off his shoes and socks, and would even press his shoulders and say many sweet words.
The thought of such a germaphobic person bending down to help her take off her shoes and socks sent a chill down Song Ling's spine.
"Who would want to be a dog?"
Luo Wenchuan's cold voice lingered in Song Ling's mind. He thought of a night in Song County when someone nestled in his arms and asked him, "Can we only keep one puppy?"
Was all that adoring and longing look in his eyes just an illusion?
The familiar scent of pheromones wafted from beside her pillow, and Song Ling seemed to see herself in countless moments of heightened sensitivity, wanting to do something to Luo Wenchuan, but only able to suppress her impulses by wearing a suppression ring.
He suddenly found it ridiculous.
Because of liking, I restrain myself; because of caring, I repeatedly refrain from touching it; whenever my heart is moved, I only use a bright smile to cover up the desire in my heart.
He loved and cherished Luo Wenchuan.
But what about Luo Wenchuan?
A note from the author:
Xiao Luo is essentially too arrogant; he does everything without saying a word.
Thanks to "Too Eaton" for the nutrient solution irrigation—
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Chapter 40
Chapter 40
Young Master Luo is truly capable.
How did Luo Wenchuan manage to tell lies with such sincerity, and to do things he actually despised with such servility?
"Sincere, upright, with strong self-control and empathy."
"Superficial, impulsive, and womanly indifference."
How could these two sentences come from the same person?
Song Ling recalled Luo Wenchuan calmly analyzing her in the ward, her heart feeling as if it had been squeezed tightly in someone's hand.
He couldn't imagine that when he offered his heart, the other person would approach it with scrutiny and analysis before giving him the most satisfying response.
He remembered how cautious Luo Wenchuan was when they first met, and he also remembered everything Luo Wenchuan did for him. But one day, he suddenly learned that all of these things were done on purpose, to please him.
It's fake; it's all an act.
How could this happen?
Song Ling buried himself in his pillow, like an ostrich suddenly helpless in the face of crisis.
"A stopgap measure"—when Ling thought of these four words, her eyes suddenly burned intensely.
Since he could remember, Song Ling had rarely felt so lost, looking around with his sword drawn. As a top-tier Alpha, he had always been spirited and upright, facing the blazing sun, the wind, frost, rain, and snow, standing straight and walking with integrity. Like a flower braving the frost, a proud peak, he had never been discouraged, never wavered in the slightest.
But today, Song Ling felt as if there was a leak in her chest, as if something was slowly leaking out.
What is it?
Luo Wenchuan's face flashed through Song Ling's mind. This person who could cry all night on a rainy day because of the need to have a separate room, and who could snuggle in his arms because of a minor injury and insist on being kissed, was he actually a carefully crafted persona?
Something is slowly collapsing.
It was Luo Wenchuan, the one he cherished, the pitiful yet adorable Luo Wenchuan.
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Song Ling doesn't remember how she fell asleep.
Feeling a lick on her earlobe, Song Ling was brought back to reality from her dream.
"Stop fooling around, Wen Chuan."
The moment he said those words, Song Ling woke up almost instantly. He was covered in a cold sweat. He looked around, but Luo Wenchuan was nowhere to be seen. There was only a black shorthair cat licking its paws.
“You…” Song Ling pulled Xiao Hei into her arms.
Xiao Hei licked its paws, looked at Song Ling for a while, and then licked Song Ling's wrist with great disgust.
It was warm for a moment and then turned cold. Song Ling looked at the damp patch on her wrist and remained silent for a long time.
He suddenly didn't know where to go or what to say.
I originally planned to eat squirrel-shaped mandarin fish with Luo Wenchuan, but now I don't know where the squirrel-shaped mandarin fish is.
It took Song Ling a long time to remember to check the time.
It's seven o'clock.
He returned at 3 p.m. yesterday and slept until 7 a.m., a full 16 hours, almost lost in the past.
Lying in his room, with familiar pheromones in his nostrils, Song Ling naturally dreamed of Luo Wenchuan. He dreamed of Luo Wenchuan from two years ago, the one who would blush just by looking at him.
Looking at the little black cat in her arms, Song Ling remembered that she hadn't fed the cat, so she got up and went to the storage room to get some cat food.
Xiao Hei doesn't like to eat cat food.
The cat and the human stared at each other for a long time before Song Ling suddenly remembered that Xiao Hei didn't like to eat this.
After chopping some chicken breast and shrimp in the kitchen, cooking them, and draining them, Song Ling put them into Xiao Hei's food plate.
As if sensing that its owner was in a bad mood today, Xiao Hei squatted in Song Ling's arms and gently bit his finger.
Song Ling opened the terminal and saw several call requests. Among these calls, all from Luo Wenchuan, was one from Zhou Yinan.
"Brother Ling?" Zhou Yinan was stunned for a moment when he received the reply. "Brother Ling, are you alright?"
"I'm fine, what's wrong?"
"I'm glad you're alright. I... I found something out of Wei Yu, and I think I have to tell you. But before I tell you, you have to promise me you won't get angry." Zhou Yinan's voice sounded a little awkward, as if she had gone through a lot of internal struggle before deciding to tell him.
"Are you with Wei Yu?" Song Ling quickly found the non-essential question.
"Brother Ling, this is not important."
"What's important? Tell me."
Now, no matter what happens, he won't be angry anymore. Nothing could be bigger than the "surprise" Luo Wenchuan brought him.
"Well... Luo Wenchuan, Brother Ling, you've been together for so many years, so I shouldn't say this. But have you investigated him? It seems he's Luo Huaishan's child."
"What did you say?"
Luo Wenchuan and Luo Huaishan, were they originally father and son?
"It's quite surprising, isn't it? After Luo Shupei's mother died, before Luo Huaishan married his current wife, he had a fiancée named Jiang Ran. This Luo Wenchuan should be Jiang Ran's child, but we haven't been able to find out anything else."
However, Wei Yu said that Luo Huaishan's son, Luo Shupei, has been in poor health in recent years, so Luo Huaishan is likely to focus his attention on this younger son.
Although Luo Wenchuan is an Omega, he's still better than a sickly guy. "Brother Ling, Brother Ling, why aren't you responding? Are you still listening?"
"Listening..."
Luo Wenchuan is indeed more capable than Luo Shupei. He is not a delicate Omega. He is even more rare than a top-tier Alpha.
Looking at the terminal in his hand, Song Ling suddenly laughed out loud with a sense of helplessness.
Luo Wenchuan is really capable.
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Song Ling still went to the hospital. Before going to the hospital, she ordered a takeout dish from that old restaurant as usual.
One dish isn't much, but it's enough for two people.
Song Ling used to dislike eating. For him, eating was just about filling his stomach. He couldn't appreciate the beauty of food, so he never wasted time cooking for himself.
The thought of spending an hour rushing around only to finish the entire meal in fifteen minutes made Song Ling feel it was all meaningless.