Chapter 70: A Sensitive Omega
Shou Jiaxun had carefully nursed his energy for four days, but it shattered in an instant. However, this time he remembered to turn on the air conditioning before starting the car.
He also achieved a “separation of soul and body.” Even though his mind was a mess and his feelings were complex, he relied entirely on physical memory to drive the car steadily to the company.
In the elevator, he adjusted himself to a confident smile and walked into the company with long strides.
Liang Bo, sitting at his new workstation, stared blankly as Shou Jiaxun walked past him like the wind, without even looking at him. His expectations, which had already cooled halfway, now went completely cold.
Just now, his new colleagues in the department were discussing how the work email sent to Shou Jiaxun last Friday still hadn’t received a confirmation. Given their boss’s nature as a year-round workaholic, this was quite incredible.
Last Friday was the deadline for Shou Jiaxun’s emergency contraception. He had suddenly taken a leave on Thursday, even temporarily canceling two previously scheduled departmental meetings for it.
Liang Bo guessed that Shou Jiaxun must have taken the medicine on Thursday. Probably because the contraceptive pill had side effects that made him feel unwell, he had stayed home for a few days, so much so that he didn’t have the energy to open his computer to handle work even on Saturday and Sunday.
The new leader came over and patted Liang Bo’s shoulder. “Xiao Liang, how is the revision of the proposal I asked you to do last week coming along?”
To show respect, Liang Bo wanted to stand up and answer, but as soon as his buttocks lifted, he was pressed back by the other’s hand on his shoulder.
“Just sit and talk.”
Liang Bo looked up with a smile. “It’s done. Shall I show it to you?”
The new leader nodded with a smile. “Send it to my email immediately. In the future, try not to wait for me to come to you before giving me feedback. Send it over directly once it’s done, understand?”
“Oh, okay,” Liang Bo nodded quickly.
His new leader, Yu Heng, was a male Beta in his early thirties. He was married, and it was said his partner was also a Beta.
Liang Bo had heard from his new colleagues that Director Yu Heng had adopted three children, and his Beta partner was a full-time househusband. Director Yu Heng supported a family of four by himself. Probably because of the life pressure, his ambition was through the roof every day. This was also the core internal reason why their team always ranked first in performance.
Some people were fated to be childless but still insisted on it; some people, even if they were pregnant, could cruelly get an abortion without even blinking.
Liang Bo blinked hard to relieve the soreness in his eyes and tried to concentrate his attention on his work.
Shou Jiaxun reached the door of his office and suddenly stopped. He stared in shock at Yong Ming, who was currently sitting at his desk, looking at the computer and having a video conference.
Yong Ming looked up, casually waved his hand at Shou Jiaxun, and then pressed his Bluetooth headset, instructing President Shou: “Give me five minutes. Please close the door for me.”
Shou Jiaxun was bewildered, but since the man was in a meeting, it wasn’t appropriate for him to call him out on the spot, so he obediently took a step back and closed the office door.
Uncle Guo saw that he hadn’t entered his office and happened to call out, “Jiaxun…”
“Oh, coming.” Shou Jiaxun didn’t wait for his uncle to finish speaking and turned into the next office. “What’s with Yong Ming?”
Guo Ran stood up and, unusually, closed his office door tightly. He asked Shou Jiaxun, “Have you already taken the medicine?”
“…Yes.” Shou Jiaxun nodded quickly. He didn’t want others to be involved in his private matters, so he might as well let those who cared about him “give up” first.
Uncle Guo pursed his lips and smiled at him. “Mhm, that’s good. Have you had any discomfort these two days?”
“No.” Shou Jiaxun’s face was full of nonchalance. “I haven’t felt a thing.”
“That’s good… that’s good.” Uncle Guo nodded, and then explained the situation of the person next door. “Yong Ming said he came to talk to you about the ‘Huancheng’ project, and then he just happened to have an emergency meeting. He asked if he could use your office for a few minutes. I said yes… that’s it.”
Shou Jiaxun chuckled. “Alright, then I’ll go sit in the small conference room for a bit.”
“No need, isn’t it the same if you sit here?” Uncle Guo pushed his back, letting him sit opposite his desk. “I have to leave to bid for apples this week. I also have to book the trucks in advance. It’ll take at least ten days to half a month before I’m back. During this time, you’ll be alone… is that okay?”
Apples are a “common commodity” in the north, everywhere in autumn and winter. The prices are generally not high, but a fruit shop can’t be without them, and the premium fruits still have to be pre-ordered.
To get truly high-quality sources, one must go to the production area to “grab the first batch” every year. Guo Ran had always been personally involved in the procurement. His frequency of business trips wasn’t as high as Shou Jiaxun’s, but the conditions were more difficult.
Because Shou Jiaxun’s business trips were concentrated in business districts, he certainly had hotels to stay in and fine clothes and food to accompany him.
The places Uncle Guo went were either in the countryside or over the mountains. He frequently changed to green trains and sometimes even hitched a ride on cargo trucks.
The number of people in the team he led was also large, usually five or six. Some drove, some checked the fruit, some kept the accounts. Once they spotted an orchard, they would order hundreds of tons.
The two had collaborated for all these years, just like two chopsticks used for eating. Both had to give their all for the company to always operate with full vitality.
Shou Jiaxun was all smiles. “No problem. What problem could I have?”
Uncle Guo also smiled at him, his tone hesitant as he tested the mind of his young partner. “What are your plans for Liang Bo? …Is it… just over like that?”
“What else would it be?” Shou Jiaxun curled his lip. “Do I need to compensate him for mental distress?”
Guo Ran shook his head and sighed. “You really don’t have any feelings for him at all?”
“I can’t say I have no feelings at all… I feel that he is very sincere, honest, diligent, humorous, smart, and empathetic. He is a good employee worth cultivating and has a bright future.”
Uncle Guo gave him a look that was both amused and exasperated but didn’t pick up the topic again.
Matters of the heart are like drinking water—only the person knows if it’s cold or warm. Whether an outsider “approves” or “disapproves,” they can only say so much.
The two were temporarily out of things to talk about, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward. Fortunately, Yong Ming came over and knocked on the door: “President Shou, come over. I’m finished.”
Shou Jiaxun’s expression stiffened, and he complained in a low voice to Uncle Guo: “He’s become my boss?”
Uncle Guo raised his hand and made a chopping motion: “Finish him off.”
Shou Jiaxun’s smile widened as he picked up his laptop bag and went out.
Yong Ming had already returned to Shou Jiaxun’s office and, not surprisingly, sat in the main seat of the desk again, even crossing his legs as if he were determined to have the upper hand over President Shou.
If it were before, Shou Jiaxun would have already retorted with endless sarcastic remarks. Recently, he had encountered one storm after another, and his spirit was gradually low. Leaving Guo Ran’s sight, he was too lazy to spend effort refining his words for outsiders.
After entering the room, he silently went to sit on the long sofa against the wall, took out his laptop himself, placed it on his lap, and opened it. “The email from ‘Huancheng’… right?”
“Mhm.” Yong Ming held his arms and rotated the swivel chair slightly from side to side.
Shou Jiaxun finished reading and looked up. “Let’s receive them together.”
Yong Ming shook his head.
Shou Jiaxun was puzzled. “Then what do you mean?”
Yong Ming put on a matter-of-fact expression. “I told you on the phone.”
“Huh? …Oh.” Shou Jiaxun tried to recall for two seconds, but his mind only dug up a scene of him clutching the contraceptive pill in his hand.
“Say it again. I was outside just now and didn’t hear clearly.”
Yong Ming stood up. Before he could walk over, Shou Jiaxun moved to the side, directly sitting at the head of the sofa.
“I heard your voice was strange on the phone, and now I see your face doesn’t look good either. Are you sick?”
Yong Ming said as he walked to the sofa, but he didn’t sit very close to Shou Jiaxun; instead, he sat one seat away.
“No, I’m fine.” President Shou wasn’t “familiar” with him, so he naturally used a negative attitude to end the topic.
But Yong Ming was persistent: “Then why are your hands shaking?”
Shou Jiaxun didn’t show any emotion. He held the two sides of the laptop with both hands, letting the weight of the computer press down on his fingers, using the office equipment as a stabilizer.
Then he retorted: “It’s your eyes playing tricks on you.”
Yong Ming’s face showed anxiety: “You wouldn’t be having…
…precursors of cerebral palsy, would you?”
“You’re the one with cerebral palsy.” Shou Jiaxun frowned and lowered his voice. “Alright, stop being flip. Everyone is quite busy; let’s get to the business.”
As if to prove his “quite busy,” as soon as President Shou’s words fell, Liang Bo came and knocked on the door.
His office door wasn’t closed to begin with; knocking was just a “token” gesture to draw the attention of the two in the room.
Liang Bo said, “President Shou, Yu asked me to come and ask if there will be a meeting this morning. If not, he’ll let everyone go to lunch as usual later; if there is, we’ll order takeout together.”
“There isn’t. Your boss is busy with my stuff this morning.” Yong Ming took the lead in making the decision for Shou Jiaxun.
Shou Jiaxun frowned and glared at him but didn’t refute. Then he nodded to Liang Bo: “You guys go eat.”
Yong Ming straightened his back and craned his neck to follow Liang Bo’s receding figure with his gaze, then turned to ask Shou Jiaxun: “Is he not your assistant anymore?”
Shou Jiaxun lowered his head and pinched the space between his eyebrows. As a result, his eyebrows were pinched red, but they still couldn’t be smoothed out. He asked through gritted teeth: “What does it have to do with you? Can you just get to the business already!”
Yong Ming scrutinized him for a long while. When he spoke, it was as if he were deliberately annoying him: “I think your state is very problematic today. I’m worried that your… problem will affect your judgment of ‘business’.”
“You mother…” Shou Jiaxun couldn’t hold back half a curse. Then he slammed his laptop onto the sofa with a thud and got up to close the office door tightly.
He turned around and scolded in a low voice: “Yong Ming, I’m telling you very seriously right now that it’s impossible for me to like you. I don’t like anyone. All Alphas! …Betas, Omegas, men, women—no one is my type.
Listen clearly, I’m not targeting you; it’s everyone! Every single person, I don’t like them.
So stop playing those weird mind games with me! Say one more word of nonsense and get out immediately.”
Yong Ming’s expression was innocent, and his head shook like a rattle: “I know! I’ve always known that you don’t need a partner or a lover; you have work and friends, and that’s enough. I just treat you as a buddy. What do you think I want to do?”
Shou Jiaxun didn’t lose his temper because of these words; he still looked at him with glaring eyes, but the fire was suppressed a bit.
Yong Ming stood up, his hands in his pockets to show that he was “behaving.” He raised his eyebrows and smirked at Shou Jiaxun. “I didn’t say anything, did I? Why are you reacting so strongly?”
He had always been this loose-lipped and sharp-tongued. Even when Shou Jiaxun was in a particularly good mood, they could start bickering within ten sentences.
But like today, being “angry” to the point of hysteria, it was definitely the first time.
“Hey…” Yong Ming’s brow unknowingly tightened. He murmured in a low voice, “Holy shit… you were by an Alpha… who? When? Did you report it to the police?”
“No!” Shou Jiaxun became angry from shame and shouted, “Are you specifically here to curse me today?”
“I haven’t even said what it is, but you already know what I’m talking about, and you still say ‘no’?”
Yong Ming said a tongue-twister that a normal person wouldn’t understand, but the annoying thing was—
Shou Jiaxun actually understood.
Translator’s Note: “Sensitive Omega” (敏感的Omega): This chapter highlights the heightened state of Shou Jiaxun’s physical and emotional vulnerability. In the ABO world, Omegas are often seen as more reactive to their environment, especially during times of stress or hormonal changes.
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