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Chapter 43
Chapter 43
gland removal
Luo Wenchuan's voice was gentle, and his tone revealed great patience.
After hearing Luo Wenchuan's words, Song Ling suddenly felt like he was the little pet Luo Wenchuan was raising. He had always thought that he was the one taking care of Luo Wenchuan, but he never expected that this day would come.
"Does it matter to me whether you open or not?" The door is locked most of the time, so there's really no need for Luo Wenchuan to say that.
When Luo Wenchuan heard Song Ling say this, a faint smile appeared on his face. He walked over and kissed Song Ling's forehead: "There's food in the refrigerator. Heat it up if you're hungry. Wait for me to come back, okay?"
"Um……"
Looking at Luo Wenchuan's tender face, Song Ling couldn't bear to be sarcastic anymore.
He's essentially someone who responds better to gentleness than force. If Luo Wenchuan were to actually fight him, even if he couldn't beat him, he'd at least break his arm. Similarly, if Luo Wenchuan speaks to him politely, he's willing to negotiate and won't be too insistent.
"Tap the terminal in your hand three times after the screen is off to send me messages and make call requests. Remember to call me if you need anything." Luo Wenchuan was like a parent leaving a child home alone, feeling that no amount of instructions was enough.
"So you've set up a private line for yourself."
"Yes." Luo Wenchuan didn't shy away from this; he was always worried about not being able to personally look after Song Ling.
Song Ling glanced at Luo Wenchuan but ignored him. Luo Wenchuan was the type who would easily take advantage of someone's kindness; if Song Ling said a few more words to him now, this young master, who was like a dog, might come over and bite him a few more times.
After Luo Wenchuan left, glancing back every few steps, Song Ling began to check the latest news.
During the few days he stayed in this small villa, a lot happened outside.
Qinghe and Muguang signed the contract ahead of time, on the very day Luo Wenchuan triggered his susceptible period. Today is the official handover day; Luo Wenchuan should be at Lin Fenghua's place by now.
This person is quite methodical. Keeping him here for a few days was probably to ensure the contract could be signed smoothly.
Song Ling stared for a long time, her heart sinking as if it had fallen into a lake.
The duplex villa is beautifully decorated; it looks like it was carefully designed and has a very homey feel. If it weren't for the Qinghe incident, spending these past few days with Luo Wenchuan would truly feel like having a little home of my own.
Luo Wenchuan is very caring; with him around, Song Ling doesn't have to worry about anything in life. He had imagined their future together countless times, and it probably wouldn't be much different from what he'd been doing these past few days.
Unfortunately, no matter how much things change, things can never be the same between him and Luo Wenchuan as before.
Luo Wenchuan, as an Enigma, is intelligent, ruthless, cunning, and handsome. If the two of them were rivals, Song Ling would admire him greatly. But unfortunately, they are lovers, and Luo Wenchuan's schemes are used against her, making it impossible for Song Ling to admire him any longer.
Thunder rumbled in his ears. Song Ling walked to the window. Outside, the sky was overcast and gloomy. Within minutes, a torrential downpour began.
Looking at the trees whose branches were bent by the heavy rain, Song Ling quickly realized something.
He is not in the capital.
The capital city and Songxian County are less than a few dozen kilometers apart. Both places are located on plains with few mountains on all sides, so they are not able to block the wind. Therefore, strong winds are inevitable when it rains in spring and summer.
But in this place, with such heavy rain, why is there hardly any wind?
Where is he?
The terminal's location function was disabled, and there was absolutely no information in the entire room to know where we were.
Song Ling tried to pick the lock, but found there was no visible lock on the door. The entire villa was equipped with a security system, and it wouldn't open without Luo Wenchuan's instruction. Song Ling had only seen this type of lock a few times at the research institute in Quecheng.
Luo Wenchuan's wisdom is fully demonstrated even in something as small as a door lock.
Song Ling looked at the terminal, intending to send a call request to Luo Wenchuan. Now that the contract had been signed, he didn't understand why Luo Wenchuan still wanted to keep him here.
Song Ling held the terminal and tapped the always-on display again and again.
Call requests were sent one after another, but no response was ever received.
Why isn't Luo Wenchuan answering? Where is he?
Song Ling looked at the clock on the terminal, feeling the passage of time.
Luo Wenchuan left behind many things in the villa—cooked meals, vegetables, and fruits—enough to feed him for many days. He must have sensed this situation the moment he left.
Song Ling searched around, trying to find some useful information. It wasn't until she found the cake-making tools in the kitchen that she suddenly remembered it was Luo Wenchuan's birthday.
Luo Wenchuan was probably planning to make the cake himself, but he hasn't come back yet.
The endless waiting was frustrating, and the feeling of being helpless and resigned to one's fate made Song Ling feel very uneasy.
Luo Huaishan was not an easy person to deal with. He was afraid that Luo Wenchuan was his confidant and his good son, and he was even more afraid that Luo Wenchuan would overestimate himself and stand on the opposite side of Luo Huaishan and get hurt.
His inner turmoil and anxiety far outweighed the embarrassment of being trapped.
.
Dawn and dusk alternate, day and night never cease.
For the first time, Song Ling realized how unsettling it was to be surrounded by a complete silence.
He sat on the bed, looking out the window at the torrential rain that had been pouring down for days.
Those whose pheromones were previously disrupted by Luo Wenchuan are now in a vulnerable period again.
This feeling of being forced into a vulnerable period without anyone to comfort her made Song Ling experience for the first time what it meant to be worse than dead.
Like a raging fire engulfing the body, like ants gnawing at bones and devouring souls.
Her fingernails dug deep into her palms; only the pain kept her awake. Song Ling curled up in a corner, biting hard at the corner of her clothes.
The torrential rain pounded against the window, one pound after another. Amidst the downpour, Song Ling heard the door open. He looked up, his eyes red from holding back his tears, and saw who had entered the bedroom.
Is it Luo Wenchuan?
The word "Mr. Song" extinguished all of Song Ling's expectations.
Several tall Alphas dressed in suits entered the bedroom.
At this moment, Song Ling's embarrassment, unease, and vulnerability were all on display before everyone's eyes. He closed his eyes, trying to sit up and maintain some semblance of dignity, but he had no strength.
"What are you doing..."
"Mr. Luo asked us to do something."
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The man had a slight smile on his face, but his words were unusually cold. He walked to the window, leaned down, and grabbed Song Ling's wrist.
Feeling her hands bound together, Song Ling immediately struggled. It took a great deal of effort; Song Ling broke free from the man's grasp, but fell to the ground.
"Mr. Song, please cooperate. There is no danger to your life." Alpha glanced at the person standing beside him, and several people stepped forward and pressed Song Ling to the ground.
"What are you doing!"
Song Ling's physical abilities are among the top tier of Alphas. Under normal circumstances, he would have a high chance of escaping. The problem is that he is completely exhausted due to his susceptibility disorder.
Song Ling struggled fiercely as her head was pressed hard to the floor, her neck, which contained arteries, was completely exposed. Suddenly, her knee was stepped on.
“Mr. Song, we know your physical test results are very good. If you want to participate in training in the future, please cooperate.” The man took out a syringe from the box he brought. Seeing that Song Ling was still resisting, he increased the pressure on Song Ling’s knee.
pain.
The immense pain made Song Ling's whole body go numb. He clenched his fists, used all his strength to break free from the person holding him, and turned around to kick the Alpha in the stomach.
Seemingly provoked by Song Ling's words, Alpha grabbed Song Ling by the neck and slammed him to the ground.
"Please cooperate."
"What are you going to do?"
Seeing that Song Ling was still asking the same question, Alpha said coldly, "Remove your glands. Mr. Luo said that as an Enigma, one cannot be held back by an Alpha. Rest assured, we will extract your reproductive cells before washing off the mark. Mr. Luo said that your physical condition is excellent and very suitable for cultivating outstanding offspring for the Luo family. Your bloodline will not be broken in this world."
A thunderclap exploded in my mind. What had he just said? Removal of the gland.
Remove the gland.
Song Ling stared at him and asked, "Who said that?"
"Mr. Luo."
Mr. Luo.
He wanted to destroy him.
Song Ling was almost speechless with disbelief. He couldn't believe what kind of empire he was in. Was this the place where he grew up? Civilized, enlightened, and possessing the most advanced technology, yet people here were saying things like "removing glands" and "cultivating offspring."
He was born to live with pride and never imagined he would have such a day.
A buzzing sound filled his mind. Song Ling was like a caged beast, its sharp teeth and claws bound, about to die in its shackles.
He looked at the Alpha holding the syringe in front of him, and his heart felt as if it were being pulled by something, throbbing with pain.
He felt a cold instrument pierce his neck, followed by a sharp pain in his knee. It was a pain that felt like bone and flesh were about to break, enough to overshadow all the discomfort and embarrassment of his sensitive period.
He is a top-tier Alpha, the freshman with the most medals at North City University, and a candidate who will soon have the opportunity to train in the elite team.
What's the difference between an Alpha without glands and a useless person?
Now, can he go back? And what identity will he live under?
A blood-red light flashed before his eyes. The moment the anesthetic took effect, he heard the Alpha talking to someone in his ear.
Luowenchuan, Luohuaishan.
They're two birds of a feather, utterly despicable.