Luan Yenan answered vaguely, "Someone will give it to me eventually."
Zuo Baixuan finally realized how foolish she had been to use helping to repay the money as a bargaining chip.
For the second generation of wealthy individuals, they possess abundant resources and connections, and their perspectives are broader than those of ordinary people.
Zuo Baixuan believed that if Luan Yenan really wanted money, as long as he was willing to lower his stance, borrowing tens or hundreds of thousands from a rich second-generation of similar status would definitely not be a problem.
It all depends on whether she can bring herself to do it.
Capitalists always have more and faster ways to make money than the proletariat. I am the one who needs to rely on resources and connections.
"Okay, I'll take a look for you."
If Luan Yenan's aesthetic sense were to suddenly revert to pre-reform levels, or if she were to deliberately appear on campus wearing strange outfits, it wouldn't matter to Luan Yenan herself; what would truly trouble her would be herself.
Zuo Baixuan passed by the first wardrobe, and almost all the clothes with rivet decorations were destroyed.
I only kept one or two less extravagant pieces that could be worn for casual social occasions.
Luan Yenan had no objection.
She simply threw the remaining trash into the box; these leather jackets were never her little treasures.
Zuo Baixuan didn't care how fickle this scumbag A was, and walked towards the second wardrobe.
Upon seeing the items in the wardrobe, her face immediately flushed red.
It's one thing that her underwear is all styles she wouldn't wear.
Why is there a small leather whip hanging on this cabinet wall?
I'd heard that this scumbag A was a wild player, but is this the extent of it?
No wonder Lin Xiaoxiao called her "a change of pace" back then.
Even though Luan Yenan's behavior these past few days didn't match the rumors, seeing these things still made her wonder what tricks he had played with his exes, and how many more of his "original tastes" she would encounter in the future.
Thinking of this, Zuo Baixuan's eyes suddenly dimmed, and she felt nauseous. She almost lost interest in even helping.
"Why did you stop? You're not interested in this cabinet, are you?" Luan Yenan reached into the wardrobe from behind Zuo Baixuan, took out a leather whip from inside, and waved it in the air in front of her.
With a crisp "snap".
Zuo Baixuan's muscles tightened.
I could taste vodka in the air again.
This time, it was the nasal cavity, the tip of the tongue, and the glands that simultaneously detected the presence of pheromones.
What are they trying to do?
The small leather whip cracked repeatedly in the air.
Luan Yenan has a really strong grip; no wonder he couldn't move when his hands were grabbed that day.
Almost instinctively, Zuo Baixuan leaned back. One hand was in her handbag, and the other was used to defend herself.
It was clearly a defensive maneuver, but it had no real purpose. If Luan Yenan truly had any intentions, he could have easily captured the person in front of him with one hand.
The meaningless defensive reaction, however, caught Luan Yenan's attention.
She frowned slightly and turned to look at Zuo Baixuan: "When you were at your adoptive parents' house, did they ever abuse you?"
Zuo Baixuan felt the heat behind her and cursed inwardly for standing so close when she asked the question!
“When I was little, I tried to run away and they beat me, but later they found out I was good at making money and they stopped beating me because they wanted to use me as a cash cow. They just occasionally lock me in a small room, like the day you proposed to me,” Zuo Baixuan said truthfully, her tone calm, trying to make it sound less sarcastic.
Even the tone retains a touch of sweetness devoid of emotion.
The older she got, the better she became at using this language skill to disguise herself.
That's why her adoptive parents locked her in a dark room very few times afterward.
Anyway, any sadness or anger she might have felt had already been used up in her childhood. Living behind a mask was nothing to her.
To her, her adoptive parents were nothing more than filthy rats who would eventually perish on their own, not worth her much effort.
After listening, Luan Yenan offered no comment. He suddenly lost all interest. Without a word, he threw the whip and some inappropriate undergarments into the cardboard box.
Even if I were to reunite with my mother in this world.
It doesn't mean that all those memories from the past have disappeared from my mind.
As if a switch had been flipped, Luan Yenan's breathing became heavy, and the atmosphere grew somber.
Zuo Baixuan lowered her head slightly, using her hair to cover all expressions on her face.
Sensing the change in atmosphere, I snapped out of my momentary emergency response and became slightly uneasy.
After regaining my senses, I realized something was wrong.
Why did this person react so strongly to "domestic violence"?
Her behavior was more like that of someone who had experienced domestic violence.
But Luan Muyin and Luan Xing don't seem like people who would fight. Could they be Luan Yenan's grandfather?
I've heard that Luan Li is a rigid Alpha, and it's quite possible that he believes in the saying "spare the rod and spoil the child."
Zuo Baixuan made wild guesses.
Suddenly, in the silence, Luan Yenan took two deep breaths on the back of Zuo Baixuan's neck.
The rapid movement of the air startled Zuo Baixuan.
This is such a frivolous act that it warrants drawing a knife.
Luan Yenan did this on Friday when he went crazy.
Why now?
Zuo Baixuan flicked her hair. The force was so great that it hit Luan Yenan in the face.
Turning around, she met Luan Yenan's gaze.
It was as if he was daydreaming, or as if he was drowning in some bad memories.
The pain in my face brought me back to my senses.
Luan Ye's face, which is prone to keloid scarring, was left with faint red marks, showing how painful it was to have her hair whipped around. But she wasn't angry; she was just slightly stunned.
As Zuo Baixuan shook her head, even more pleasant vanilla scent wafted out from the barrier patch.
Luan Yenan was certain that she hadn't misheard.
Pheromones can transmit signals during communication.
Just a moment ago, I almost got dragged into pain and confusion by bad childhood memories, but I found comfort in the vanilla-scented pheromones.
What does it mean when an Omega, despite having a sense of self-preservation, still releases information in front of an Alpha?
lure?
She knew that Zuo Baixuan couldn't possibly be in that situation.
Then there is only the second possibility.
Luan Yenan noticed the unnatural feeling on the back of his neck almost simultaneously. It was no longer related to his childhood memories. It wasn't unease, but rather an excitement within his body, like a mating demand shouted out by his genes.
Like animals, devoid of emotion.
She doesn't like it.
Luan Yenan tilted his head back and said directly to Zuo Baixuan, "Your fever period has arrived, and your pheromones are affecting me."
I quickly walked to the wall and turned on the room's ventilation system, slowly drawing away any possibility of the vanilla and vodka colliding.
Zuo Baixuan only realized the problem after being reminded.
I thought the vodka scent I smelled earlier was because Luan Yenan was too close and hadn't controlled his pheromones properly, or maybe he was releasing them intentionally.
Now it seems that this is not Luan Yenan's problem at all, but rather that he himself has become more sensitive to pheromones.
Zuo Baixuan reached out and touched the back of her neck; the barrier patch was slightly tilted due to the moisture.
Even with the ventilation system turned on and the vanilla scent removed, the concentration of vodka still increased.
For Alphas, Omega pheromones are bait. Countless historical examples demonstrate that differentiated humans lose a portion of their rationality when their pheromones are released.
Even in the face of extreme danger, Alphas will use all their strength to fight for the right to mate.
Not to mention now, an Omega is completely unguarded in her private space.
How is this any different from the concubines in ancient times who were washed clean and sent to the emperor?
In this atmosphere, the cracking whips and sharpened fruit knives become mere tools for adding to the festivities.
Luan Yenan saw that Xiao Baihua's expression gradually turned panicked.
The Omega's body trembled slightly; compared to the temptations faced by the Alpha, the Omega was in greater distress.
She directly received the genetic attack passed down from her ancestors, and during her fever period, after being exposed to the pleasant pheromones of a top-tier Alpha, her fever was aroused even more intensely.
A playful glint appeared in Luan Yenan's narrow, fox-like eyes.
She walked back to where she was, reached out to Zuo Baixuan who was powerless to fight back, hooked her chin, and lifted her lowered head to look at her.
"You're so wary of me, yet you showed up at my door without even calculating the fever period? I really don't know if you're deliberately testing me. Are you trying to make me break the contract so I can leave with nothing?"
Omega are naturally delicate during their heat cycle, and their conscious awareness lasts for only about five seconds. Their raised eyes are like blooming peach blossoms.
Zuo Baixuan could not explain why her usually stable fever period suddenly deviated from the predicted date.
But the influence of vodka is definitely there.
She doesn't like drinking, but now there's a thought in her mind that makes her want to try it.
Luan Yenan's breath hitched when he saw those eyes.
Something was stimulating the back of my neck wildly, causing my blood vessels to throb uncontrollably, and my chest to rise and fall.
The canine teeth emerge from under the gums.
Possessiveness is surging.
Luan Yenan really wanted to reach out and grab Zuo Baixuan's snow-white swan neck, pin her against the wall, and bite her hard on the back of her neck.
This uncontrollable, crazy desire was even stronger than it was on Friday night.