Chapter 013: Got Some Skills
It was already past twelve. Ye Chiyu glanced at his watch, ready to head out for lunch, and began shooing away Wen Lang, who was still camped out in his office demanding justice.
Wen Lang was nursing a deep sense of grievance. How could something as momentous as his saozi coming home for dinner happen entirely without his involvement? He had been completely ignored, and it was a tragedy. He’d stormed into Ye Chiyu’s company first thing in the morning, clinging to his ge and insisting that a meeting with his xiao saozi absolutely had to be arranged today.
As it turned out, Ye Chiyu gave him no opening at all. He’d once again left Wen Lang to stew on the side, letting him whine about being an unloved child, how “dad doesn’t dote, mom doesn’t love, and now my ge ignores me.”
Ye Chiyu, busy with the work on his desk, floated a comment, neither heavy nor light, “Your saozi is injured and recovering at home.”
The implication was clear: If you dare disturb his recovery, I’ll skin you alive. Wen Lang’s neck shrank back. He decided his own hide was probably more important.
“You’ve said your piece. Why are you still squatting in my office instead of going back to your own company?”
Not expecting his qin ge to pity him for even a second, Wen Lang’s woeful expression vanished. He beamed, a fawning smile spreading across his face, looking for all the world like a little eunuch fawning over the emperor.
“Ge, if I can’t meet saozi today, that’s fine, but… there’s this other thing…”
Wen Lang was an expert at knowing when to retreat. His saozi was in the family now; the future was long, and there would be plenty of opportunities to meet.
“I recently developed this incredible perfume, and I want your Ling Yu’s Xie Xingzhi to endorse it, maybe for a magazine ad or something. You know how hard he is to book, but I just feel this perfume is a perfect fit, like it was tailor-made for him. Take a look—”
Despite being born into a family of merchants, Wen Lang hadn’t learned a single thing about business. Instead, he’d been fascinated by fashion, studied it abroad in college, and had single-handedly founded “Silence,” which was now an internationally influential fashion brand.
As long as it didn’t involve Su Tang, Ye Chiyu wasn’t particularly concerned.
“I’ll have the Ling Yu people talk to Xie Xingzhi. I’ll set up a meeting for you in a few days.”
Hearing his ge say that meant it was a done deal. Wen Lang, having successfully pulled some strings, grinned so wide his face nearly cracked. He happily trotted after his ge, planning to scrounge a free meal.
Ye Chiyu mercilessly blocked him from the elevator. “Wen Lang, go eat by yourself. Don’t follow me.”
He was a married man now. He had no desire to be snapped by the clueless media and end up in some trashy scandal with his own brother.
Ye Chiyu had sent a few messages to his xiao jiahuo that morning but hadn’t gotten a reply, figuring he’d probably just woken up. Just then, Su Tang sent a flurry of messages.
His words still held a polite stiffness, a sign of his unfamiliarity with Ye Chiyu. Su Tang very seriously explained that he had overslept and missed the messages, offering a sincere apology.
He and his little omega had a long time ahead of them, Ye Chiyu thought. He could slowly let the other man get used to him, to relax in his presence.
In the end, Wen Lang failed to get into the same elevator as Ye Chiyu. The very instant the doors slid shut, he saw Ye Chiyu glance down at his phone.
His ice-cold, stoic ge… was actually smiling. A faint smile, just at the corners of his mouth. Even the light in his eyes had softened.
The elevator doors closed completely. Wen Lang rubbed his eyes, thinking he must be seeing things. Did his ge just smile at his phone?
You have to understand, in all these years, his ge hadn’t just been single; he’d never even shown interest in anyone. It had gotten to the point where Wen Lang seriously suspected his brother would one day just dump his billion-dollar inheritance on him and go off to become a monk.
Hmm. This xiao saozi really has some skills. To be able to bewitch his iceberg of a brother into smiling like that.
Chapter 014: So Spicy
After leaving Ye Chiyu’s company, Wen Lang saw it was still early. He called up a few of the buddies he usually hung out with, planning to grab a few drinks at a bar.
He was wearing gold-rimmed non-prescription glasses today, with a thin, black trench coat over a casual T-shirt. Tall and lean, he leaned against a dark green postbox, eyes half-closed as he soaked up the sun, slowly waiting for his friends to arrive.
Click.
A shutter sound went off. Wen Lang’s eyes snapped open. He slowly scanned in the direction of the sound and saw an omega—wearing a duck-bill cap and holding a camera with a long-focus lens—walking toward him with a smile.
“Hi there,” the omega said. “I just saw you leaning against the postbox, and the scene was so beautiful I couldn’t help but take a picture. You can take a look. If you mind or don’t like it, I’ll delete it right now.”
The sun was unusually bright today. Wen Lang looked at the omega who had walked right up to him and was holding out the camera. The omega was dressed all in black and was a good half a head shorter than him. He could even smell the sweet, strawberry-scented pheromones drifting from the brightly smiling omega.
This omega was surprisingly open about it. It was rare to see an omega not wearing a blocker patch these days, especially one whose pheromones smelled this enticing.
The composition and lighting in the photo were great. Most importantly, he himself looked universe-super-invincibly-handsome. Wen Lang was very satisfied. He looked at the little guy in front of him. “You can keep the photo. But, I have one condition.”
The omega stared at Wen Lang’s face, a little stunned. This alpha looked handsome from a distance, but up close… wow, this man was even better looking. He blinked. “What condition?”
“Xiao Caomei, tell me your name.”
Wen Lang grinned, his smile wild and cocky. As he spoke, his gaze roamed over the omega with keen interest.
Who would’ve thought? The little omega’s face instantly darkened. He looked up and shot Wen Lang a vicious glare.
This only made Wen Lang happier; the grin on his face wouldn’t stop.
This little omega… so spicy!
Looking up, he saw his friends had parked and were walking over. Wen Lang placed a business card in the palm of the strawberry-scented omega and said with a beaming smile, “Xiao Caomei, keep the photo. Call me if you miss me.”
Wen Lang completely ignored the omega’s thunderous expression. His eyes crinkled in amusement. Before the xiao lajiao could start cursing, he quickly waved to his friends and strode into the bar on his long legs.
The omega was left standing there, camera in one hand, business card in the other, pursing his lips in annoyance.
“Who are you calling xiao caomei, you damn pervert.”
He muttered rudely, crumpling the business card into a ball. He touched the gland on the back of his neck, pulled a blocker patch straight from his pocket, and stuck it on.
What rotten luck!
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