Chapter 063: The Little Thing Plays Really Wild
As the end of the year approached, Wen Lang immediately started acting like a hands-off boss. He patted Jiang Cong on the shoulder and said earnestly, “Cong’er, I’m leaving the company to you for this little while,” directly activating his annual leave mode.
In the office, Jiang Cong, sitting upright and proper, looked speechlessly at his scapegoat of a friend flinging his jacket over his back and slipping away, dumping such a big company just like that.
“Holy crap, Wen Lang, can you be a human being?!”
Leaving Jiang Cong’s roar behind him, Wen Lang waved his hand without looking back, ready to go out and have fun.
“Bye~”
The company employees were long accustomed to President Wen’s dog-like behavior of dumping all burdens on Vice President Jiang whenever he wanted to go play. While suppressing their laughter, they bid President Wen a safe trip, then collectively cast sympathetic gazes toward the door of Vice President Jiang’s office.
“Sigh, I’m really convinced…”
Abandoned, Jiang Cong slumped in his office chair, viciously plotting how he had to make that brat Wen Lang give him another 1% of the shares.
Having the operations of such a large company dumped entirely on him, Vice President Jiang felt immense pressure. He quickly took out his phone to complain to his wife.
[Ziyuan, I got pitted by that dog Wen Lang again. Damn it, that guy just took half a month off last month, and just now he said he’s starting his annual leave directly.]
Over the years, Su Ziyuan had seen plenty of the love-hate drama between these two brothers. Although his Jiang Cong was always bullied by Wen Lang, he never really suffered any major losses.
Every year on his birthday, Wen Lang would come to their home, and his gift was always the one with the most sentimental value.
For his birthday this year, Wen Lang had even directly gifted him a detached riverside villa, claiming it was for his future nephew or niece.
But he and Jiang Cong had been married for five years without having children. Ultimately, Wen Lang was repaying all the mischief he usually caused Jiang Cong. Otherwise, his Jiang Cong would definitely resist instead of letting Wen Lang bully him every time.
[It’s not like you just met him today. Let him be.]
Su Ziyuan took a moment to reply to Jiang Cong. After washing his hands, he put the prepared cake base into the oven, instructed the shop assistant to watch the time, grabbed his car keys, and went out.
He was a pastry chef. More accurately, he was also a hands-off boss who ignored his own company to focus on developing his hobby as a side job.
He had absolutely no interest in running a company. After taking over the company from his father and managing it for two or three years, he achieved some decent results. It was also during that time that he met Jiang Cong.
Later, he got really tired of it. Under Jiang Cong’s suggestion, he hired a professional manager with a high salary to help him manage the company. He would visit the company a few times a month to check the project flow, and spend the rest of his time nestled in his own shop researching various desserts, enjoying himself too much to think of returning.
Since his Alpha was aggrieved, Su Ziyuan specially brought a small piece of red velvet cake that Jiang Cong liked and went to the SILENCE headquarters with familiar ease.
Jiang Cong’s secretary saw Su Ziyuan arrive as if seeing a savior and quickly went up to welcome him. “Mr. Su, please persuade the Vice President. It’s useless just to be angry, right? He won’t listen to us; it has to be you.”
Su Ziyuan nodded slightly. His gentle smile looked like an ink wash landscape painting, extremely soft and soothing to the heart.
“Okay, got it. You go get busy.”
He didn’t knock, pushing the door directly to enter. Jiang Cong, who was in a fit of anger, thought it was another blind fool entering his office without permission. Without even looking up, he threw a pen toward the door.
Su Ziyuan merely tilted his head slightly to dodge it. His faint gardenia pheromones drifted out, and his Alpha immediately looked up. Seeing his wife appearing at the door with a look of surprise, he was scared into rushing forward to check on Su Ziyuan.
Jiang Cong’s voice was full of distress as he held Su Ziyuan’s hand and looked him over.
“Why didn’t you say anything when you came? Let me see, did you get hurt anywhere?”
Su Ziyuan shook his head, smiling faintly. “Our President Jiang has such a big temper. The habit of throwing things when unhappy really hasn’t changed.”
Jiang Cong, always docile in front of Su Ziyuan, lowered his head in shame, then was pulled aside by Su Ziyuan to be fed the red velvet cake made by his own hands.
“Jiang Cong, you don’t dare get angry at Wen Lang, but you can’t take it out on your subordinates either. That’s not good.”
Su Ziyuan’s fair wrist was exposed slightly as he fed Jiang Cong a bite of cake.
Jiang Cong immediately held Su Ziyuan’s hand and replied obediently, “Yuanyuan, I know I was wrong. But in the end, it’s Wen Lang’s fault. He clearly wants to work me to death.”
Su Ziyuan gave an “En” and got up to sit at Jiang Cong’s desk. “You sit and eat cake for a while, rest a bit, calm down. I’ll handle things for you for a while.”
“Okay.”
This mode of interaction between the two bad continued for a long time. Su Ziyuan was also familiar with SILENCE’s business. He casually picked up a few documents, looked them over, and got straight to work.
While reading the documents, Su Ziyuan spoke calmly, “By the way, didn’t you bring a gift for Sao-zi (Sister-in-law/Brother-in-law) when you went to Brother Yu’s house last time? I received a package at the shop this morning. The sender’s name was Sao-zi. He sent several books by pastry masters that I’ve always wanted. Sao-zi is thoughtful.”
“En,” Jiang Cong nodded, his eyes scanning his wife constantly, never getting enough. “Don’t look at Sao-zi‘s young age; he is very meticulous in doing things and has a good personality. No wonder Brother Yu likes him so much.”
Su Ziyuan looked gentle. He also quite liked this thoughtful Sao-zi whom he hadn’t met yet. He said, “Jiang Cong, let’s find an opportunity during the New Year to have a gathering with the families. It’ll be lively.”
The few prominent families in S City had very good relationships. After he married Jiang Cong, the Su family also became close with those families. The elders in the families became friends and would gather for tea from time to time.
Jiang Cong nodded. “Sure. We’ll see if Wen Lang can secure that Omega of his by then. If they get together, let him bring the person along too, so everyone can get to know each other.”
Jiang Cong had told Su Ziyuan about Wen Lang pursuing someone. However, neither of them expected that the Second Young Master of the Ye family would chase someone for months without success. If word got out, probably no one would believe it.
Su Ziyuan inevitably thought of Wen Lang’s performance when he was dating Jiang Cong and rubbed his temples somewhat helplessly.
“I guess Wen Lang’s courting methods are no good. I reckon when you were chasing me, it was mostly his ideas. He ruined several of our dates; otherwise, I would have been with you much sooner.”
Jiang Cong laughed awkwardly. “Uh, may… maybe…”
Was he that much of a failure when chasing Ziyuan back then?!
…
Night Color Bar.
Wen Lang hadn’t been out clubbing for a long time. Ever since he decided to chase Ning Yang, he spent every day racking his brains to send messages to Ning Yang or blocking him at the entrance of Ning Yang’s company.
The result was that he was completely ignored by Ning Yang. Messages went unreplied, treating him like air. Seeing Wen Lang after work, Ning Yang treated him as if he were nothing, not even giving him a glance, just driving off in a flash.
In the back, people on the dance floor were disco dancing to the rhythmic music. Colorful lights hit their excited faces, and the scents of various pheromones intertwined. The atmosphere was extremely heated.
“Sigh…”
Wen Lang sat by the bar, his long, beautiful fingers swirling the ice in his glass, and sighed.
His accompanying friend, Yuan Zhi, gave a “Hey,” patted Wen Lang on the shoulder, snapped his fingers, and ordered a brandy from the bartender.
“Wen Lang, why are you so crestfallen even at a bar? This isn’t like you. How many times have you sighed in this half-hour? You’re not dancing either, just drinking here with your head down.”
Wen Lang looked up at Yuan Zhi, still in a bad mood, and waved his hand. “You don’t understand the bitterness in this brother’s heart. Go away.”
Yuan Zhi immediately leaned in with a gossipy face. “What, Second Young Master Wen suffered emotional trauma?”
Wen Lang didn’t speak. He tilted his head back and downed the vodka in his glass, tacitly admitting it.
He was truly frustrated. He had tried everything according to Sao-zi‘s methods—sending strawberries, lenses, cameras—but how come that Little Strawberry just wouldn’t eat soft or hard tactics?
What was wrong with him, Wen Lang? He had money, a body, and looks. It had been so long, yet Ning Yang still ignored him. Anyone would be depressed.
Yuan Zhi got excited hearing this. “Yo, which family’s young master dares to make our Second Young Master Wen so sad? Tell us, let the brothers help scheme.”
Wen Lang rolled his eyes at Yuan Zhi. This guy was a bachelor himself, yet wanted to teach him.
“You guys don’t know sh*t!”
“Fine, if you don’t want to say, then forget it. Since you’re at the bar, don’t drink sullenly here. Go dance! Look at that new Omega face in the middle surrounded by so many Alphas; that little waist is twisting quite energetically.”
After speaking, Yuan Zhi drilled into the crowd on the dance floor. Wen Lang turned his head, squinting at the men and women dancing in the pool, and suddenly his gaze froze.
In the center of the dance floor, a male Omega was wearing a silky white silk shirt with a thin black choker around his neck. The unbuttoned buttons revealed his exquisite and beautiful collarbones.
Black suit pants hugged his perky butt. His slender waist twisted left and right with the rhythm of the music, dancing intoxicatedly with his hands raised and eyes closed.
“Holy sh*t…”
Wen Lang’s previously groggy head instantly cleared. He shot up from his seat, his gaze fixed on the dancing figure, dumbfounded.
If that Omega disco dancing crazily wasn’t Ning Yang, who else could it be?!
Before his brain could react, his body had already made a move. Wen Lang walked directly toward Ning Yang.
He struggled to push aside the group of Alphas staring at the Omega with thirsty eyes, walked to Ning Yang’s side, and grabbed the Omega’s wrist directly.
The high-spirited Omega opened his eyes upon realizing his hand was held. As soon as he saw that familiar face, his expression changed immediately, glaring at Wen Lang with icy eyes.
“Why are you here?! Are you following me?”
Wen Lang indifferently sniffed the sweet scent on Ning Yang’s wrist. Without saying a word, he gripped the Omega’s wrist and dragged him toward the restroom.
Little thing, plays really wild.
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