Chapter 62: Raising an Omega (1) – In His Eldest Brother’s Villa…
Jiang Xuanshen’s gaze fell upon Jiang Chenyan, as still as a pool of fathomless, frigid water; no one could capture even a hint of emotion from the depths of those eyes.
Father Jiang broke the silence with a frown. “It’s settled then. Chenyan, your Dage is meticulous and experienced. It’s safest for him to teach you. Move over to his place today.”
Once the decision was finalized, Jiang Chenyan’s brow furrowed, but he ultimately nodded.
Thinking about it carefully, it wasn’t a big deal—just a change of scenery. Dealing with only one person seemed a bit better.
However, he found it strange. What exactly was Jiang Xuanshen thinking? Taking the initiative to teach him… was it sincere? Or was it a facade of hypocrisy?
He lifted his eyes to look at Jiang Xuanshen. Both of their pupils were a pure, deep black, shining like starlight in the dark of night, yet heavy enough to trap someone in that darkness, drowning them within.
In the instant their gazes collided, Jiang Chenyan’s heart skipped a beat.
Sparks flew—
“Good then.” Jiang Xuanshen looked at Jiang Chenyan and commanded, “Go pack your things. We leave in a moment.”
Jiang Chenyan didn’t say much. “Alright.”
As his feet touched the spiral staircase, he realized with hindsight that, from now on, it would likely be difficult to step foot in this place again.
Pushing open the door to his room, he didn’t dally. He picked out a few changes of clothes and stuffed them into his suitcase.
While his fingers were fumbling in the back of the closet, he felt a diary with a combination lock.
It had a black cover and was covered in scratches.
Jiang Chenyan knitted his brows.
This was something left behind by the original body owner; he had never noticed it before.
After a moment of hesitation, he stuffed the diary into his suitcase and turned to leave.
Descending the stairs, Jiang Chenyan found that the people in the hall had not left. Jiang Xuanshen was leaning against the wall, his gaze falling heavily upon him, clearly waiting.
Jiang Xuanshen sized up Jiang Chenyan from top to bottom, his voice remaining low. “Got everything?”
“Mhm, all set.” Jiang Chenyan nodded.
“Let’s go.” Jiang Xuanshen dropped those two words and, without waiting for a response, walked straight out the door.
Jiang Chenyan frowned, a trace of oddity rising in his heart. He said his goodbyes to Father and Mother Jiang. When he reached Jiang Qingye’s side and was about to raise a hand to say goodbye, he heard the other call out, “Chenyan.”
Jiang Chenyan lifted his eyes at the sound, looking at his Sange.
Those signature peach-blossom eyes were filled with unidentifiable emotions—there was worry, and something else mixed in, covered by a layer of fog. Jiang Chenyan couldn’t read through it at all.
He paused, then asked softly, “What is it, Brother?”
“Nothing.” Jiang Qingye’s voice was very light, devoid of ripples. “Just… be careful on the road.”
Looking at the man’s hesitant manner, Jiang Chenyan only managed to pull the corners of his mouth into a faint, forced smile.
Then, he quickly caught up with Jiang Xuanshen’s pace.
The Alpha’s tall and straight figure walked ahead. In the distance, the vast sea of stars stretched to the horizon, dotted with thousands of city lights, as brilliant as a meticulously choreographed movie scene.
Protagonist-level…
But he wasn’t the protagonist, at least not in this book.
Jiang Chenyan followed lazily behind him. It wasn’t until they stepped onto the shuttle that he suddenly spoke with a smile, “Brother, didn’t you say you wouldn’t care about me before? Why are you willing to take me along now?”
He hadn’t forgotten.
On the way here in Jiang Xuanshen’s shuttle, he had said a few extra words, which had made this usually calm Alpha’s face darken with anger. In the end, he had left behind the line: “Don’t follow me during the banquet.”
An eerie silence instantly enveloped the two. These words truly… poked right at the sore spot.
Jiang Xuanshen’s fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest, creating a series of soft, regular sounds. An invisible pressure permeated the air. “What? Am I not allowed to take you?”
“You are.” Jiang Chenyan’s voice was very soft. After speaking, he leaned back against the seat and didn’t open his mouth again.
He stole a glance at Jiang Xuanshen beside him. The man’s face was expressionless, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.
The Alpha didn’t acknowledge him further, and Jiang Chenyan didn’t feel like making a fool of himself. He turned to look at the flowing lights outside the window. After a while, he slowly closed his eyes.
No one could say for sure if Jiang Chenyan was simply thick-skinned or truly relaxed, but before long, the sound of steady breathing echoed in the quiet shuttle.
The light fell upon his face, softening his originally sharp features. His long lashes drooped, casting a small shadow beneath his eyes, and his breath was as light as a feather.
Jiang Xuanshen couldn’t help but let his gaze rest on that face. His eyes darkened slightly. He looked no different from when he was a child, except his features had filled out, becoming an exquisite, enlarged version.
Asleep? In front of him, he was sleeping this contentedly?
Inside the stifling shuttle, Jiang Chenyan hadn’t actually fallen asleep; he was just a bit exhausted and wanted to rest his eyes.
In his grogginess, he keenly sensed someone approaching. The scent was so familiar he didn’t even have to think—it was definitely Jiang Xuanshen.
His fingertips curled quietly, and a battle raged in his heart: Should I open my eyes or not?
“…”
Jiang Xuanshen stared at Jiang Chenyan’s profile. He suddenly remembered things from their childhood; this younger brother always loved to shed tears. Even if he just scraped his skin, he would cry until his eyes were red, softly wanting to be coaxed.
His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, and a thought flashed through his mind: I really want to see him cry again. That way of depending on others was much more pleasing to the eye than he is now.
But now, it seemed somewhat impossible.
The current Jiang Chenyan wasn’t obedient at all.
…
That well-defined hand was slowly approaching the “sleeping person.” Jiang Chenyan couldn’t keep up the act anymore and simply opened his eyes. He happened to see Jiang Xuanshen’s hand frozen in mid-air, as if he had already sensed he wasn’t asleep, or perhaps he had stopped just in time.
Jiang Chenyan suppressed the odd feeling in his heart and spoke first, “Are we there?”
“Mhm.” Jiang Xuanshen’s voice was still low, devoid of emotion.
Jiang Chenyan glanced out the window and indeed saw the villa architecture. They had truly arrived.
Neither of them spoke again as they stepped off the shuttle, one after the other.
Entering the villa, the warm yellow lights dispelled the night’s chill.
Jiang Chenyan put down his suitcase and looked at Jiang Xuanshen walking ahead. He asked, “Which room am I staying in?”
Jiang Xuanshen didn’t stop, only responding flatly, “Follow me.”
He led Jiang Chenyan to a room deep on the second floor of the villa.
Jiang Chenyan pushed the door open and entered. The room was tidy and clean, and the air held a faint fragrance.
He turned to Jiang Xuanshen at the door and said softly, “It’s late. I’m going to sleep.”
Jiang Xuanshen reached out and pressed the switch by the door. The warm yellow wall lamp brightened a bit before he said in a deep voice, “Come down for breakfast at eight tomorrow morning.”
Jiang Chenyan frowned. His plan to sleep in was ruined.
“Understood.”
…
After closing the door, Jiang Chenyan loosened his collar and walked straight into the bathroom.
The hot water carried a slightly scalding warmth as it washed over his skin. He tilted his head back, letting the flow wash over his neck, while his fingers gently rubbed through his hair. Foam slid down his spine and dispersed in the stream of water. The rising steam in the bathroom blurred the mirror, and his breathing gradually became steady as he relaxed.
After washing, he dried himself and stepped out wrapped in a large bathrobe. The tips of his hair were still dripping, and a few strands hung in front of his eyes, obscuring half of them. Droplets of water slid down his neck into his collar, blooming into a small damp patch.
His cheeks were flushed a light red from the steam, and the corners of his eyes were touched with moisture. His originally bright eyes were shrouded in a layer of mist.
It was an indescribable feeling.
The moment Jiang Chenyan touched the soft mattress, he flopped down. His guangnao suddenly buzzed. He reached out to check; the label was “Shen Shiyue.” Without much hesitation, he tapped to answer.
The virtual projection lit up, and Shen Shiyue’s face appeared.
The other was stunned for a moment, his gaze sweeping over Jiang Chenyan’s damp hair and loose bathrobe.
The stray hairs on his forehead still carried the mist, and the corners of his eyes were naturally red…
Shen Shiyue’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He lost himself for a moment.
He instinctively wanted to reach out and touch.
But when his gaze swept past the unfamiliar wardrobe and room decorations behind Jiang Chenyan, his eyes darkened abruptly. “Where are you?”
“At my Dage‘s place.” Jiang Chenyan raised a hand to brush back the damp hair on his forehead. “I plan to stay here for a few days. I won’t be going to school for a bit.”
Hearing this, Shen Shiyue nodded. He didn’t ask for the reason, only responding, “Alright, I understand.”
At the end, he couldn’t help but add, “Be careful.”
Jiang Chenyan’s lips curled. “Don’t worry. He’s my elder brother. He’s family after all; he won’t do anything to me.”
Shen Shiyue didn’t respond. He looked behind Jiang Chenyan, scanning everything from the unfamiliar painting to the rug at the foot of the bed. After two seconds of silence, he spoke, “Mhm. Then I’ll wait for you to come back.”
“Don’t forget to chat with me often these few days. You don’t need to specifically find topics; just saying a few words is fine.”
Jiang Chenyan was amused by his blunt instructions. “What’s this? Suddenly so clingy? Are you afraid of being lonely?”
“I am.”
He stared at Jiang Chenyan and repeated the words, “I’m very afraid.”
It felt as if something had struck him. Jiang Chenyan’s heart trembled, and he instinctively avoided Shen Shiyue’s eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Alright…”
After chatting for a while longer, drowsiness hit. Jiang Chenyan could barely keep his eyes open. After saying goodnight to Shen Shiyue, he hung up the call.
He walked to the window, wanting to draw the curtains. The night wind rushed in, carrying the fragrance of grass and trees. There were no tall buildings blocking the view outside the window; he could clearly see the continuous sea of lights in the distance spreading toward the horizon, echoing the sea of stars overhead.
Today was quite unique. Several planets were shining brilliantly in the sky—the closer Heka Star and Loliluo Star.
Jiang Chenyan pulled the heavy curtains closed, shutting out the brilliant night view. He turned off the lights, and the room plunged into a soft darkness.
He lay back on the bed and was soon enveloped by a heavy drowsiness, falling into a deep sleep.
…
Jiang Chenyan never expected Jiang Xuanshen to be such a tormentor.
From theoretical knowledge to practical points, the man talked for nearly two hours straight. At the end, he even added flatly: “Practice these contents once tomorrow. I will check.”
Jiang Chenyan sat at the desk, gripping the paper full of notes, feeling a bit surprised.
He had originally thought Jiang Xuanshen would just go through the motions, perfunctorily teaching a few things and being done with it. He hadn’t expected him to be so serious.
Unable to figure the man out, he simply stopped trying.
Jiang Chenyan buried his head in the materials, underlining key points. Jiang Xuanshen’s voice rang out overhead without warning. “What exactly is your relationship with Xie Huaijin?”
The hand holding the pen paused. Jiang Chenyan hadn’t expected him to ask about this out of the blue. “Ordinary classmates.”
Jiang Xuanshen didn’t respond. His eyes were as dark as unshakeable ink. He stared at his profile for a few seconds before suddenly changing the topic, “The first basement floor of the villa—without my permission, you are not allowed to enter.”
Jiang Chenyan: “…”
Why would he go to the first basement floor for no reason? Was there a need for this rule?
Jiang Xuanshen’s eyes were extremely deep. He didn’t mention the previous topic again, only saying, “I’ll take you to the company tomorrow.”
Jiang Chenyan didn’t even lift his head, staring at the materials as he responded, “Mhm.”
Jiang Xuanshen didn’t say anything more and turned to leave.
It seemed the man was quite busy and had many things to handle.
Jiang Chenyan spent another half hour organizing the materials. Finally completing the day’s tasks, he stood up to stretch his stiff neck and shoulders, thinking of going to the back garden for some fresh air. He walked straight downstairs.
Whether intentionally or not, he saw two female servants huddled sneakily by a flowerbed, heads together and whispering in low voices, discussing something strange.
Their words were interspersed with phrases like “first basement floor,” “what happened before,” and “the Master ordered it to be kept secret.” It left one bewildered.
Jiang Chenyan instinctively wanted to back away, but the pebble path beneath his feet would easily make noise. If he turned around, he would surely be noticed by the two. He could only stop in place without making a sound, pretending to admire the koi in the pond, while his ears were forced to passively receive those fragmented and strange dialogues.
“So, did that Omega make a scene again?”
“Shh, not exactly. What use is there in making a scene?”
“To be honest, I’m quite scared.”
The fragmented words drifted into his ears, and Jiang Chenyan’s brows knitted instantly.
That Omega? Who were they referring to?
Jiang Xuanshen had never mentioned it, but the servants’ words clearly told him—there was an Omega hidden in the villa.
And from the sound of it, the person’s state was unstable.
Combining that with Jiang Xuanshen’s warning not to go to the first basement floor…
Jiang Chenyan’s temples throbbed.
It wasn’t until the two servants left together that Jiang Chenyan turned to walk back to the villa.
His heart felt as if a stone were pressing on it, both annoyed and confused.
Those fragmented clues and contradictory coincidences were like an unbreakable curse, repeatedly entangling his mind.
Jiang Chenyan moved his feet unconsciously. When he suddenly recovered his senses, he realized he was already standing at the entrance of the first basement floor. His fingertips were only a few centimeters away from the cold doorknob. He stared at the patterns on the door, a chill rising up his spine.
So, had he gone mad?
Jiang Xuanshen had specifically warned him not to go to the first basement floor, yet this warning acted like a meticulously placed trap—prohibiting it on the surface, but actually baiting curiosity, waiting for someone to jump in.
Was he overthinking it, or was something truly wrong? Perhaps all of this was just a coincidence?
He had just happened to hear the servants’ idle chatter, and happened to remember Jiang Xuanshen’s warning.
His fingertips hung in mid-air. When they reached the combination lock embedded in the door, his movement suddenly stopped.
Even if he were standing before the entrance, without the password, he still couldn’t get in.
Before he could fully withdraw his hand, steady footsteps suddenly sounded behind him, exceptionally clear in the empty stairwell.
He froze. Someone was coming.
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