Chapter 50: Infatuation or Deliberate Probing?
“The rain falls from the sky, and fathers remarry; there’s nothing to be done.” As Shou Jiaxun spoke, he pressed his lips into a helpless smile and then fell into deep thought.
Did the “Reincarnate at Will” package not have options like “Both parents alive, harmonious original family”? Or was it there, but I accidentally skimmed past it?
President Shou carefully recalled for two minutes, and concluded that the contract simply didn’t have it.
Because he felt that he still had a considerable need to configure parental affection and a complete family. If the contract had included this item, he definitely wouldn’t have missed it.
In his past life, Shou Jiaxunâs parents divorced the very year he got into university, and then hastily formed new families.
The situation in this life was similar, though the divorce happened even earlier, so Little Student Shouâs custody was clearly assigned to his Alpha father.
Seeing his complex expression and prolonged silence, Liang Bo hesitated for a moment before carefully probing, “When your Alpha father ran away from his debts back then, did he leave alone?”
“Oh, no, there was also my Omega stepfather.” After saying that, Shou Jiaxun shrugged, showing that he didn’t mind being abandoned at all. “Actually, with them together, they can look after each other, which puts my mind more at ease.
Besides, everything has two sides. Looking at the bright side, without family ties, it’s easier to focus and concentrate on doing things.
That’s also the reason why I’m delaying considering marriage.”
Family trivialities affect the “Involution King’s” overtime, hindering the workaholic from leveling up his combat power anytime, anywhere.
In matters of emotion, regrets demand compensation; a successful career was President Shouâs “Band-Aid” for his lack of family affection.
Liang Bo listened, somewhat taken aback. He didn’t know that Shou Jiaxun had unknowingly blended the feelings of two lifetimes together. He thought: You’re in your early twenties. Not wanting to get married is perfectly normal. It has nothing to do with ‘delaying’!
So he turned it into a teasing comfort: “You’re so young and your life is so fulfilling; people your age envy you to death.
But speaking of which, when you do consider getting married, could you also issue me a waiting ticket? …If you don’t mind Betas.”
“Heh… hehe…” Shou Jiaxun laughed blankly, looking dazed. He heard Liang Bo speak but it didn’t register in his brain; he was still lamenting to himself: “Living as a ‘young and promising’ figure in the eyes of others for two lifetimes, tsk tsk, I really am amazing.”
But after saying that, he casually raised his hand and wiped a warm, itchy spot at the corner of his eye.
Liang Bo patted his calf, deliberately interrupting President Shouâs melancholic thoughts: “This part is rubbed in. Where else?”
Shou Jiaxun lifted his left hand forward: “There’s no bruising here; it should be fine.”
Liang Bo pulled his chair closer, cradled Shou Jiaxunâs forearm to examine it, and immediately let out a low gasp: “Hey, no! Don’t you know if this hurts or not? It’s swollen! This is way more serious than the one on your leg, alright?”
As he spoke, he pressed gently just above President Shouâs wrist.
“Ah hey! Hissâ” Shou Jiaxun immediately cried out in pain: “Why did you press it? It didn’t hurt until you pressed it!”
Liang Bo supported his arm a bit higher, taking on a professional attitude to explain: “This must be from when you deliberately raised your arm to block a strike. Your muscles were extremely tight at the time, so the subcutaneous bleeding isn’t obvious, but you injured the tendon, understand?”
Shou Jiaxun nodded repeatedly, but what came out of his mouth meant the exact opposite: “I don’t understand. Does that mean… the medicinal oil won’t work? Do I need to go to the hospital?”
Liang Bo frowned and clicked his tongue: “Going to the hospital would just mean prescribing some muscle-relaxing aerosol spray. It’s not as good as my oil. But the key is to wrap it with a bandage to protect it. Don’t lift heavy things or move items for the next few days.”
Hearing this, Shou Jiaxun immediately felt relieved and chuckled: “I’ll leave the luggage moving to you tomorrow.”
“Moving luggage was my job to begin with, wasn’t it?” Liang Bo pouted. “I’ll rub it for you a bit first. This will hurt more, so bear with it.”
President Shou nodded gladly, but in barely three seconds, he was hurting so much he shed tears of regret. Holding his breath, he whimpered through gritted teeth: “Don’t, don’t, don’t… stop rubbing it!”
He was too embarrassed to yell loudly. His whole face flushed purple-red. One foot shrank up, curling onto the chair, while the other pushed against the bed edge, all ten toes clenched tight. Striking a posture of “desiring yet resisting,” he negotiated with Assistant Liang: “Let’s just use ice! Ice will do.”
Liang Bo earnestly tried to persuade him: “Endure it for a bit. If we don’t smooth out this tendon, it won’t heal for half a month.”
Shou Jiaxun covered his face with his other hand, in so much pain he didn’t dare watch Student Little Liang “assault” him. He inhaled sharply with a hiss, asking every few seconds: “How much longer?”
When he asked for the third time, just as his mouth opened, it was pressed by something smooth and warm.
Shou Jiaxun hastily lowered his hand, and the “thing” pressed against his mouth also pulled back.
The two stared at each other, their faces showing expressions of shock and disbelief.
“Did you kiss me?”
“No…” Liang Bo said, standing up and taking small, shuffling steps backward toward the door, as if afraid Shou Jiaxun would hit him. “I didn’t do it on purpose.”
Shou Jiaxun instinctively reached back to touch the nape of his neck, confirming his gland blocking patch was still firmly doing its job. Then he pointed his uninjured hand at Assistant Liang, who had already retreated to the door, his brows tightly knitted in question: “Wait a minute! You’re a Beta, can pheromones even affect you?”
Liang Bo’s face flushed completely red. He pleaded bitterly: “Pheromones can’t, but Betas are human too… I’m alive, I have eyes, ears, a mouth, and a nose… I… I’m sorry. I’ll be careful next time. I really didn’t mean to.”
This time, after finishing his sentence, he turned and bolted, running back to his room and slamming the door shut with a bang.
Leaving President Shou alone on the spot, cradling a wrist swollen like a pig’s trotter, utterly bewildered: “Ah this… aren’t we wrapping the bandage? …Do we even have a bandage? …Are we still going on the business trip tomorrow?”
Shou Jiaxun pondered back and forth, weighing the pros and cons. Ultimately, he decided to give the young man another chance. Sighing heavily, he got up, went across the hall, and knocked on the door, counseling with an old-fashioned tone: “Liang Bo, although you haven’t worked here long, I think we coordinate quite well in all aspects.
So regarding what happened today, I won’t hold it against you, but don’t let it happen again.
Adults need to know how to restrain their instincts, whether from pheromones or otherwise. You understand what I mean, right?”
Liang Bo didn’t make a sound inside the room.
Shou Jiaxun waited outside for two minutes. Receiving no response, he continued arranging things himself: “Since you’re not saying anything, I’ll assume you agree. We depart at exactly eight o’clock tomorrow morning. Everything continues as usual; just pretend nothing happened.
…Okay?”
Liang Bo still didn’t speak.
Shou Jiaxun sighed heavily, feeling very uncomfortable inside. An assistant like Liang Bo, whose thoughts aligned and whose actions synchronized, was actually hard to come by.
But this absolutely could not be a reason for him to abandon his principles: “If you think my demands are too excessive, you can resign anytime. I’ll notify HR… Don’t feel any psychological pressure.”
Inside the room, Liang Bo leaned sideways against the door panel, his brows slightly furrowed, his eyes full of deep consideration: “I know… my dad told me a long time ago. Falling in love with the boss means losing your job.”
“Your dad is right,” Shou Jiaxun pouted, turned around, went back to his room, and closed his door.
Liang Bo pressed his ear against the door panel, and his face quickly showed a disappointed expression.
This time, even bringing up his old dad hadn’t worked. It seemed he had truly stepped on the other’s bottom line.
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