Chapter 63: The Straight O’s Final Stubbornness
Shou Jiaxun covered his eyes with one hand and dug the other into the top edge of the pillow, maintaining this posture until Liang Bo withdrew his troops. Not only were his legs as sore as pulled muscles, but his hands and arms had gone numb as well.
He struggled to roll over, turning his back to his Alpha. His eyelids remained tightly shut, his hands folded in front of his face, as if he was too ashamed to face anyone.
He let his back remain wet, sticky, and messy, lying completely motionless and saying nothing.
In certain situations, silence is a form of language itself. Right now, it was implicitly expressing the demand for Liang Bo to disappear from his bed immediately, right now, in a hurry!
But the young Student Liang didn’t seem to get this subtle, reserved implication from the “old man” beside him.
Or maybe he did get it, but he couldn’t leave; because if he left now, heaven knew if he would ever have the chance to come back.
So Liang Bo braced himself and hugged his mentally unhinged beloved Omega tightly from behind: “I’m sorry, I…”
The phone on the bedside table suddenly vibrated with a buzz, interrupting Liang Bo’s deep confession.
Shou Jiaxun wiped his arm haphazardly over his eyes, picked up the phone, saw it was Guoran calling, and answered immediately: “Morning, Uncle. What’s up?”
Uncle Guo chuckled: “It’s not early. It’s quite late over there, isn’t it? I thought you were asleep.”
“No.” Shou Jiaxun wasn’t in the mood for small talk and pressed on: “Something going on with the company?”
“Yeah, it’s like this: an executive from ‘Little Red Flower’ contacted me yesterday, saying they want to collaborate with us on a project. And today… I’m currently with President Liang from ‘Fanrong.’ I think their proposal is quite viable, so I wanted to run it by you.”
“Uncle, right now I’m…” Given his current state, Shou Jiaxun wasn’t really fit to discuss work. He wanted to say he was currently suffering a major blow in life.
But hearing Guoran ask: “Jiaxun, are you okay?”
Little President Shou regained his patience: “Uncle, go ahead, I’m listening.”
Uncle Guo was still worried and asked in a low voice: “Why is your voice hoarse? Is the weather in North America too dry? Are you suffering from internal heat?”
“No matter how dry it is, it can’t be drier than Beijing,” Shou Jiaxun laughed bitterly. “I haven’t been drinking enough water. I’ll go drink some later.”
Liang Bo had no intention of eavesdropping on their business talk, but with his head pressed against Shou Jiaxun’s, he could hear everything clearly if the phone leaked even a little sound.
A stream of incredibly familiar keywords jumped into his ears: Little Red Flower executive, Fanrong President Liang, brand crossover, nationwide coverage, Internet of Things…
The more Liang Bo listened, the more confused he got. This was his plan! The top executive at Little Red Flower was his biological father. Did that mean Fanrong’s President Liang was his grandfather?
Th-th-this… how could this be possible?
The two people he was closest to and trusted the most were working together behind his back to pull the rug out from under their own son and grandson?
Shou Jiaxun was also confused: “Which President Liang? Liang Guorui?”
“No, it’s Fanrong’s Vice President, Mr. Liang Yu; he’s mainly in charge of brand cooperation.”
Liang Bo’s eyes darkened as he cursed inwardly: Fuck, stealing in the dark and robbing in broad daylight, why are you everywhere?
The hand Shou Jiaxun used to hold the phone was trembling constantly. He managed to absorb about seventy to eighty percent of the information Uncle Guo provided, swallowed hard, and steadied his voice: “It’s a big project. If we can pull it off, that’s great. I… will be returning to China very soon. Let’s meet and discuss it when I get back.”
Uncle Guo said: “They have a framework agreement for cooperation here. They said if we have the intention to collaborate, we can sign it first. We can immediately get half-price resources for their subsidiary products, but it doesn’t involve specific cooperation plans yet. It’s beneficial and harmless to us. Do you think we should sign it?”
“There’s… no rush, right? We don’t use many ‘Fanrong’ products anyway,” Shou Jiaxun politely declined.
Uncle Guo immediately understood: “Okay, we’ll talk about it when you get back.”
Liang Bo quietly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking his second uncle was truly a shit-stirrer.
Shou Jiaxun put down his phone, took two deep breaths, then slowly crawled out of bed, picked up his clothes from the floor, and pulled them on one by one.
Realizing belatedly that Shou Jiaxun was going out, Liang Bo skipped his underwear, pulled on his beach shorts to catch up, and blocked the door.
However, he had high emotional intelligence. He didn’t just say, “You can’t leave,” or ask, “Where are you going?” Instead, he blocked the door handle with his body and apologized first: “I’m sorry. Tonight was all my fault, but I didn’t do it on purpose. When I came back, I thought you were fine. You said you wanted it, I thought you wanted…”
Shou Jiaxun covered his face with his hand again, backing away while waving his other hand at Liang Bo to stop him from talking: “Stop talking. I don’t blame you for what happened tonight. It was the medicine’s fault. Any Alpha wouldn’t have done better than you… Yes, you were really good. You didn’t mark me. Thanks… thank you… but can we just stop talking?”
When his back hit the wardrobe in the entryway, he slowly crouched down, covering his face with both hands and murmuring softly: “I’ll just pretend I was bitten by a dog. Just don’t hold on to me. I’m not, I’m really not…”
Liang Bo’s brows locked tight, his face filled with disbelief as he mumbled: “Bitten by a dog?”
Then he also bent his knees and squatted opposite Shou Jiaxun, his eyes red, suppressing a sob: “I am not a dog, and I won’t hold on to you without letting go.”
“Then let’s just pretend nothing happened.” President Shou suggested, wiping his face hard: “Let’s forget everything that just happened. But when you go back, you need to find a new job. We’ll start over.”
“You mean, go back to being strangers, right?” Liang Bo’s eyes were full of mourning: “But I love you! I’ve loved you since four years ago. Do you really feel nothing at all?”
Shou Jiaxun shook his head in denial: “I didn’t know. I always thought you were a Beta. You’ve been planning today for four years?”
Liang Bo shook his head even harder: “No, I didn’t intentionally lie to you. That day you were bullied by an Alpha, I saw how nervous you were. I happened to have taken suppressants that day, so I said I was a Beta, just hoping you could relax a bit. Later, continuing to pretend to be a Beta… was because… your assistant position didn’t accept Alphas. I just… just wanted to fight for a job I really wanted.”
Shou Jiaxun covered his face again, caught between tears and laughter. He really couldn’t face Liang Bo right now, because looking at him filled his mind with images of the two of them in bed just now.
It was mainly too stimulating, far exceeding what President Shou could currently handle regarding same-sex relationships.
But right now, there was a more pressing matter for President Shou to deal with.
Which was to say… his stomach. If he left it alone, in a few months… it really would… get big.
Thinking about this, let alone the “heart” of a huge straight man, his entire being was about to “shatter.”
Leaning on the wardrobe door, Shou Jiaxun stumbled to his feet, muttering softly: “I can’t, I really can’t… don’t cling to me,” as he pulled open the room door and walked out.
Liang Bo couldn’t stop him, so he could only follow silently. Both of them were reeking of pheromones. Let alone the fact that there was no one wandering around the hotel in the middle of the night, even if there were, they would probably have to take a detour around them.
It wasn’t until they got on the elevator that they bumped into a bald Black man dragging his luggage, rushing for a night flight. The man was taller and stronger than Liang Bo, looking at first glance like the legendary ancient behemoth “Black Adam.”
Because he was standing in the corner on the side with the elevator buttons, Shou Jiaxun hadn’t seen him before getting in. He rushed headlong into the elevator car, followed by Liang Bo. By the time they wanted to back out, the elevator doors had already been closed by “Black Adam” pressing the button.
Then the elevator descended slowly from the upper floors. “Black Adam” turned his head to size up Shou Jiaxun every few seconds, eventually just turning sideways to stare at him intently.
Liang Bo quietly pulled Shou Jiaxun into the corner behind him, resting both hands on the handrails on either side of the elevator car, glaring at the Black man with sharp eyes. It looked as if the two Alphas were ready to come to blows at any moment.
In fact, the two types of Alpha pheromones were already clashing silently. The entire elevator car felt like a gladiatorial arena. The veins bulged prominently on “Black Adam’s” hand gripping his luggage handle and Liang Bo’s hands gripping the elevator rails.
Facing the wall of the car, Shou Jiaxun’s legs were so weak he could barely stand. Cowardly as a quail, he didn’t dare to utter a peep.
He knew that shouting “I’m a man, I’m so straight” at a time like this would be pure bullshit. Right now, he just wanted to disappear on the spot; at the same time, he extremely regretted his stubborn decision to go out.
As the elevator descended to the last few floors, “Black Adam” suddenly spoke up: “Hey man, keep your Omega under control. Where I come from, if you let an Omega like this go out in the middle of the night, whether there’s an Alpha protecting him or not, you could just swap partners the next day. Because being willful has a price.”
Just as he finished speaking, the elevator doors slid open with a swish. The “justice-seeking” Black crusader dragged his suitcase and swaggered away.
Shou Jiaxun really wanted to retort, saying he would absolutely never go to a barbaric place like his hometown.
But his heart was pounding so hard right now, it felt like his heart disease from his past life was acting up. His mouth was so dry he couldn’t speak at all.
Liang Bo turned around and helped him out of the elevator, asking softly: “Where do you want to go? I’ll go with you.”
Shou Jiaxun covered his mouth and coughed dryly twice, suppressing the nausea caused by palpitations, and answered in a low voice: “Buy medicine.”
Liang Bo nodded but advised: “There might be a problem with the suppressants here. How about we wait until morning, and I’ll go with you somewhere else to buy them?”
“I’ll look first. Not buying suppressants.” Shou Jiaxun softened his tone, trying his best to appear less “willful.”
Liang Bo said no more, obediently supporting him to the medicine vending machine in the hotel lobby.
Then the two of them saw the belated notice.
And now, one notice had turned into two. The second one added the specific times the lobby equipment lost power, and promised that any refrigerated medicine sold during that time could be fully refunded if the packaging box was brought to the front desk.
Liang Bo secretly observed Shou Jiaxun’s expression, seeing his attention quickly shift from the small notices to scrolling through the electronic screen, flipping through the medicine catalog page by page.
The medicine cabinet had limited capacity. Besides suppressants and contraceptives, there were vitamins, cold medicine, and band-aids. At most, there were a few dozen types. He flipped through from beginning to end in three minutes.
Shou Jiaxun didn’t find what he wanted. He turned and walked to the hotel front desk, leaning on the counter to ask: “I need an emergency contraceptive pill, but it’s not in the medicine cabinet. Does the hotel have a purchasing service to buy it outside for me?”
The hotel receptionist first gave him a very surprised look, then suddenly raised his hand to make the sign of the cross in front of his chest: “Sir, please respect your baby’s life. From the moment it sprouts, it is already under the Lord’s protection and the protection of the law. We do not sell any pregnancy termination drugs, because that equates to murder.”
Shou Jiaxun was struck dumb, feeling like he was choking on a hard-boiled egg. He pointed back at the shiny, large medicine cabinet: “Your power outage caused my problem! We just finished less than an hour ago. It’s not a baby, it’s not even an embryo! …On what grounds are you calling me a ‘murderer’?”
“I didn’t say you were ‘murdering’,” the hotel receptionist waved his hands repeatedly, pulling two envelopes from the counter drawer and sliding them to Shou Jiaxun and Liang Bo. The covers read respectively: “A Letter to Alphas: Protecting them is the greatest achievement of your life,” and “A Letter to Omegas: Are you ready to meet your little angel?”
He said: “Sir, it’s not our hotel stopping you from buying abortion drugs. In our entire state, selling such drugs is illegal. You cannot arbitrarily deprive a life of its right to survive just because it’s weak.”
Shou Jiaxun felt like he was having a nightmare, one after another.
He stuttered as he questioned the receptionist: “What is wrong with you people? I remember you… didn’t use to be like this!”
“Fetal Protection Act.” The hotel receptionist smiled: “Officially written into the state code this year.”
Translator’s Note:
- Withdraw his troops: A playful, military-like translation of “鸣金收兵” indicating the end of their sexual intercourse.
- Shit-stirrer: A translation of the Chinese slang “搅屎棍,” referring to someone who makes a messy situation even worse.
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