Becoming the Abused Omega and Conquering the Hidden Alpha chapter 22
Chapter 22
“Bang—”
The helicopter’s door slammed shut!
Shu Ci watched the ground shrink below, his face pale.
Being taken into the air by Zhao Qian happened in an instant. He didn’t dare struggle, afraid he would fall. As soon as he regained his senses, he was firmly restrained in the cabin, his hands and feet immobile.
He strained his fading consciousness, struggling to lift his eyelids.
The sound of the rotors pounded his eardrums; a slight airflow passed through his hair, giving him a feeling of utter helplessness.
Was it that no matter how hard he tried, he was destined to fall into the inevitable plot?
What was the point of all his efforts?
Zhao Qian sat opposite Shu Ci, watching him just as warily.
This time, the Omega wasn’t as relaxed and casual as he was in the car, nor as arrogant as he was in the hospital. A faint blush colored his pale face; his flamboyant red hair hung limply over his forehead; sweat beaded on his temples.
The drink he’d prepared would quickly induce sleep.
How strong was Shu Ci’s willpower to have held out this long?
Zhao Qian observed silently, noticing that Shu Ci’s dull eyes suddenly lit up, turning to him with anger.
“Fake, it’s all fake, right?” Shu Ci gritted his teeth, suppressing his rage, questioning him.
While looking at the ground, he’d noticed that the crew members, who were supposed to be waiting to film the night scene after dusk, had disappeared. They were bustling about packing up, swarming into cars in the distance and leaving swiftly.
That’s when he realized something was wrong.
This seemed to be another trap.
He had been… careless!
“I don’t understand what you’re saying,” Zhao Qian replied politely, sounding like an infuriatingly unhelpful AI customer service representative.
“I forgot, you couldn’t possibly admit it,” Shu Ci sneered, his hand clenched tight, his fingertips digging into his flesh. “Assistant Zhao, you went to a lot of trouble to lure me in, huh?”
These past few days, he had bodyguards shadowing him wherever he went. Only today, thinking he could relax slightly in the familiar environment of the film crew, had he allowed them to stay further away.
Who knew it was all fake.
The film crew was fake, the script was fake, even the crew’s recruitment was fake. Everyone was Gu Lanzhu’s people, just to lower his guard and lure him into a trap!
The whole scene was flawlessly arranged. The helicopter’s arrival was seamless. Once Zhao Qian succeeded, these “extras” left.
Even if he were to accuse them of kidnapping later, Gu Lanzhu would have countless reasons to twist the facts. He could easily portray it as a “filming requirement.”
No wonder he had felt the director and actors were lacking and unprofessional. They weren’t filming for an audience; they were acting for him!
Shu Ci chuckled bitterly, clenching his hand tighter.
What was the difference between him and the original owner? The Gu Corporation used a screen test as an excuse to lure the original owner to the Central Hotel; now, under Zhao Qian’s arrangement, he was the turtle in the pot.
“You’re overthinking things,” Zhao Qian said calmly. “Mr. Gu wants to apologize and invite you on vacation; he was afraid you would refuse.”
Hah, a pompous legal professional.
“Is this what the Alphas in your upper-class families are like? Making kidnapping sound so pure and innocent,” he sarcastically whispered. Zhao Qian remained unmoved, expressionless.
Fire blazed in Shu Ci’s eyes; his eyelids were fighting to stay open.
His lips moved, he spoke with difficulty, saying word by word: “Assistant Zhao, you are also a father. Put yourself in my shoes. How would you feel if someone treated your child like this?”
Zhao Qian’s gaze fell on him.
“When you work for Gu Lanzhu and help him do evil, did you ever think that retribution would fall on your own child!”
“Shut up,” the Beta’s emotions showed a rare flicker of disturbance.
In Shu Ci’s blurry vision, Assistant Zhao’s hand slowly clenched into a fist.
Shu Ci gasped roughly, forcing himself to look at him: “You didn’t answer me last time. How much does Gu Lanzhu pay you to work so hard for him? I’ll pay you double what he does. Is that enough? Whatever conditions he provides for his daughter, I can match them.”
Zhao Qian remained silent for a long time, glancing at him: “Calm down; you can’t beat Gu Lanzhu.”
The aftereffects of the drug hit, and Shu Ci couldn’t hold on any longer, slowly closing his eyes.
Before he fell unconscious, he sneered, muttering, “You… don’t underestimate my husband.”
…
Waking up again, Shu Ci numbly looked at the luxuriously decorated bedroom.
Round two.
Gu Lanzhu’s style and taste were indeed flamboyantly consistent.
He sat up, skillfully checking himself, then focusing on his glands, breathing a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, his pheromones hadn’t leaked out like last time, and he was temporarily safe.
“Damn, I almost thought I had to rewind and start over,” Shu Ci patted his chest forcefully, cheering himself up. “Stay calm, stay strong.”
His fingers accidentally touched the camellia necklace around his neck.
Shu Ci froze slightly, lifting his hand and twisting the petal. The faint purple glow of the jewel swayed with it.
Lu Wanqing had put it on him that night.
The usually calm and composed man had been flustered while putting the necklace on him. He suddenly dropped the necklace onto Shu Ci’s neck, then snatched away the picture frame and left, his face flashing red, leaving Shu Ci incredibly confused.
Maybe he had some unresolved issue with the person in the photo? Something he couldn’t mention?
Shu Ci shook his head, dismissing his random thoughts, clutching the necklace in his palm, drawing strength from it.
Lu Wanqing’s pheromones seemed to be scentless, silent, and imperceptible unless carefully felt. As his perception improved through training, he could feel the slight fluctuations left on the necklace.
Like a ray of sunshine in the Arctic winter, cold in tone, warm in resonance.
“Heh, Lu Wanqing, you wouldn’t believe it, it hasn’t been long, and you’re about to be cuckolded again,” Shu Ci put down the necklace, grumbling angrily.
He muttered to himself as he got out of bed and pulled open the heavy curtains.
Outside, as expected, was a beach scene.
The windows were controlled by the island’s central system, ruling out the option of escaping through a window.
Smashing the window and jumping could be considered. This floor wasn’t that high, and there were bushes below to cushion the fall.
But he was a soft Omega! His wrist, which Zhao Qian had grabbed, now had a clear red mark and a dull ache. If he just jumped headfirst, he might die of pain before even escaping.
Shu Ci thought again. Gu Lanzhu might not even stop him from escaping.
If memory served, this was Gu Lanzhu’s private island. The original owner, trapped here by Gu Lanzhu, had attempted to escape at least five times, failing each time and being brought back to the house for “punishment.”
After all, the island was completely under Gu Lanzhu’s control; it was truly impossible to escape.
The reason the original owner persistently attempted escape was that he didn’t realize Gu Lanzhu found his escapes amusing. He simply enjoyed watching the sweet, gentle trapped beast struggle in his grasp, finally relishing the pleasure of the original owner submitting and begging for mercy.
Shu Ci shivered, lowering his eyes.
If everything followed the original book, countless surveillance cameras would be covering him from every angle.
He circled the room and sure enough, found at least nine devices that looked like pinhole cameras.
How humiliating!
Shu Ci leaned on the bed, kneeling and dry-heaving twice.
While dry-heaving, he suddenly remembered what the investor had said before making him read the script: “Hey, don’t refuse me yet, read the script first. We’ll definitely make a hit with this dog-blood domineering CEO sweet romance! Trust me, many people love this kind of thing—the messy entanglements and predestined fate.”
Now, standing on the CEO’s island, Shu Ci regretted not throwing the money in the investor’s face.
Screw the sweet romance; pet romance, is it?
Even his father, a cat lover, didn’t have that many cameras in his house.
Amidst his frustration, he keenly sensed the scent of honeysuckle.
Shu Ci’s pupils constricted; he suddenly realized that his emotions could affect his ability to control his pheromones!
When he was angry, his control naturally decreased, and his pheromones couldn’t be sealed tightly.
No wonder Lu Wanqing never seemed to have any emotional fluctuations.
He didn’t know the medicinal properties of honeysuckle, but now, smelling it, he felt his inner heat subside.
His irritable mood calmed down within a few breaths. Shu Ci, seizing the opportunity before the dissipated pheromones completely merged with the air, gathered them one by one.
“Little Jasmine, are you alright?”
Gu Lanzhu’s voice suddenly came from the room, almost causing Shu Ci to lose his composure.
He remained calm, stood up, and looked around warily. Then, he suddenly remembered that Gu Lanzhu’s room had audio devices in addition to surveillance cameras.
Damn it, this guy really treats him like a pet!
And what was “Little Jasmine”? So disgusting.
“Do I look alright?” Shu Ci instinctively gagged. “Doing this again and again, don’t you think you’re disgusting?”
A hint of disappointment appeared in Gu Lanzhu’s voice: “Is that so?”
But he quickly adjusted himself; his voice was smiling: “But I feel we are naturally compatible. I suggest you learn more about me before making a judgment.”
Shu Ci: “…”
I know you pretty well. Every sentence you say is worthy of a “Stupid Things People Say” submission.
“I still have two multinational conferences to attend. I’ll be a little late. You can play on the island. Believe me, as long as you don’t try to escape, you’ll have a great time.”
Shu Ci’s eyes lit up: “Okay, you can’t let anyone stop me from doing anything on the island.”
Before Gu Lanzhu arrived on the island, it was his chance.
Gu Lanzhu thought he was wavering and smiled gently.
“Don’t fucking smile. Can you get a doctor to come over?” Shu Ci was making plans in his head, clutching his chest, looking unwell. “Do you know I have severe disorder? If you want to see my corpse when you arrive, feel free.”
Gu Lanzhu seemed threatened and his tone turned tense, but Shu Ci ignored him, curling up on the bed.
He silently recalled the original owner’s several failed escape routes in his mind.
In his closest escape, the original owner secretly followed Gu Lanzhu’s personal doctor onto a speedboat, only to be caught by Gu Lanzhu at the port, who suspected that he had feelings for the doctor and proceeded to get jealous, the scene ending with sex.
If the plot hadn’t changed because of his previous actions, the success rate of this route would be higher without Gu Lanzhu.
Gu Lanzhu was about to say something when he saw Shu Ci irritably pull the covers over himself.
He swallowed his unfinished words and cut off the call.
Shu Ci’s ears were finally at peace.
Hidden under the covers, he released a little pheromone, slowly condensing it, practicing again and again. First, a small disc, then an oval shape, sometimes it would unintentionally become bullet-shaped, and finally, it took on a vine-like shape, only to dissipate soon after.
But he discovered that the more often he mimicked, the longer it could maintain its shape—from one or two seconds to ten seconds, an incredibly surprising breakthrough.
In his last attempt, Shu Ci condensed an extremely thin arrow within ten seconds. The moment he sensed the shape, he sat up in surprise and joy and used his mind to fling it towards the window.
One second, two seconds.
Ten seconds.
A minute passed, and there was not a single mark on the window glass.
Shu Ci: “…”
He had overestimated himself. He wasn’t a genius, but it was already impressive for him to achieve this level as an Omega.
He walked to the window and looked at the deep, calm sea.
Unbeknownst to him, dark clouds were gathering over the sea, the cloud layer gradually forming a vortex, as if a storm was approaching.
“Boom—boom—”
As he expected, thunder exploded over the sea.
Shu Ci froze in place, his eyes wide.
In the thunder, he saw tiny cracks appear on the edges of the window glass.
Holy shit, holy shit, could it be that he had done this?!
The fortress-like clouds pressed down on the sea, a ray of sunlight pierced through, quickly obscured by the clouds again.
The golden light was buried in the clouds; the rain poured down, huge raindrops fell, and before ripples could form, the sea was parted by a ship, swallowing it.
“Longji Island landing identity verification passed.”
“A small team has landed from the northwest direction.”
“Second team has landed.”
“…”
“Team I, Team II, Team III patrol groups have deployed outside the island.”
On Longji Island, several teams landed silently, orderly deploying equipment across the island, initiating a thorough search.
In the command cabin on the shore, Lu Wanqing took a bottle of brown liquid from a storage box and handed it to Cui You.
“This is a substance extracted from the unknown creature last time by the research institute. Only your team has it; use it sparingly.”
Cui You took it and poured it into the tracking device: “So that’s why you disappeared for an hour this morning? Are there any operating instructions?”
“No.”
“…”
Cui You: “Are you kidding me?”
Lu Wanqing: “The substance will resonate with the unknown creature when it gets close. But there aren’t many creatures alive in the laboratory, and the number of experiments is limited, so we can only try.”
“Alright, let’s try and see if we die,” Cui You secretly swallowed.
Why didn’t his father tell him that after becoming a lieutenant general, he still had to work this hard!
“Lieutenant General Lu, I forgot to apologize to my wife in the will I updated before this mission. What if I die and he still thinks I’ve read his message but didn’t reply?”
“…I’ll say it for you,” Lu Wanqing patted him on the shoulder. “Let’s go.”
Cui You followed Lu Wanqing, holding the tracking device, his thoughts wandering.
He had heard from the soldiers transferred from the Far East that when Lu Wanqing was promoted to general, the public announcement stated that all his relatives had passed away. Now, who could he leave his will to before the mission?
What do you mean, “I’ll say it for you”?
Would Lu Wanqing write such trivial matters to Shu Ci in such a document?
Author’s Note:
Far East Rumor 2: It is said that Old Lu either didn’t write anything or just drew circles to fool around.
Cui You: Having a wife is different. (leans back)
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I feel I can squeeze out some more brain juice. The second update is tentatively scheduled for 9:00 PM tonight.
