Chapter 7: Awareness: Sorry, Wrong Chat. part 1
The eyes of everyone in the conference room darted back and forth among the three of them, silently lighting a candle for Tang Xingye in their hearts—how did he manage to offend this person?
The smile on Pei Lian’s face was sunny and cheerful, devoid of any aggression, as he called out familiarly, “Brother Lu.”
They were from the same social circle, so naturally, they knew each other.
Lu Zhi stared at Pei Lian’s smiling face for a few seconds before recalling the other’s identity from a corner of his memory. He nodded slightly, maintaining a polite but distant attitude. His gaze shifted, landing on Tang Xingye. “Busy? Did I disturb you two?”
Tang Xingye: “…”
Last night he was catfishing him online, and the next day the target shows up in person. This is…
Pei Lian didn’t seem to notice his gaze, nodding with a smile. “No, no, we were just discussing where to eat. Brother Lu, wait a moment.”
“Who asked you?” Lu Zhi frowned slightly, his eyes turning cold. He hadn’t expected this person to be so lacking in discernment.
Pei Lian continued to smile, responding with a good temper, his tone becoming even more considerate. “Okay, I just saw that Xingye was a bit troubled, so I wanted to help him out.”
Passive-aggressive.
Lu Zhi let out a cold snort, his tone carrying a subtle implication. “I am his roommate.”
This tone sounded exactly like the main wife catching her spouse cheating in the act, while the mistress was still fearlessly provoking her.
The people on the scene didn’t dare to breathe loudly. Watching this war of words, they secretly livestreamed and discussed it.
[Did Young Master Lu eat gunpowder today? He’s speaking so aggressively. What’s the situation?]
[Is this jealousy? It sounds like his wife won’t eat his food, and Pei Lian is still showing off, provoking him.]
[Pei Lian must be feeling so smug, getting to eat with Tang Xingye. Is he going to eat the leftovers Tang Xingye doesn’t want?]
Amidst the bizarre dialogue, Tang Xingye smelled a faint scent of gunpowder, but he didn’t know where it came from. Do these two have a private grudge?
He looked at Lu Zhi, then at Pei Lian, and finally concluded: Turns out rich people are just like ordinary people; they don’t lack for petty squabbles.
Tang Xingye glanced at the surveillance camera, and a bold idea suddenly popped into his head: Will they fight?!
If only Lu Zhi threw the first punch.
That way, Lu Zhi might get all his credits deducted.
A trace of eagerness surfaced in Tang Xingye’s eyes as he stared at Lu Zhi. Fight! Hurry up and fight!
Lu Zhi coldly observed Pei Lian. The other party’s smile didn’t waver. Finding it boring, Lu Zhi turned his gaze back to Tang Xingye, noticing the secret anticipation hidden in those cool eyes, as if waiting for him to do something.
People around them said Tang Xingye was aloof, withdrawn, and looked down on others, but that wasn’t necessarily true.
Quiet and silent. When entangled by an Alpha asking for contact info, he didn’t want to give it, but he didn’t even know how to refuse. Tang Xingye would just look at the person with eager eyes, hoping the Alpha would be reasonable and stop pestering him. This pitiful, weak posture only made people want to bully him more.
Lu Zhi’s Adam’s apple rolled unconsciously. He could almost imagine the scene: Tang Xingye cornered against a wall by an unreasonable Alpha, the corners of his eyes red, biting his lip to hold back tears. This thought made his pheromones faintly restless.
“Xingye.”
“Tang Xingye.”
Gazes swished over to him. Tang Xingye, who was still fantasizing about Lu Zhi losing all his credits, jolted.
Two pairs of eyes were looking at him, waiting for his reply.
Immediately, Tang Xingye felt disappointed in his heart; he didn’t get to see these two fight.
He turned his eyes, addressing Pei Lian first. “I think your summary was very good. As for the meal, you go back and check the forum posts first.”
Pei Lian’s smile deepened, his eyes curving into a pleasant arc. “Okay, I’ll go first then.” Before leaving, he gave Lu Zhi a meaningful look, carrying a certain undisclosed triumph.
For some reason, Lu Zhi’s knuckles seemed to crack.
“You were looking for me?”
Tang Xingye’s jet-black eyes gazed at Lu Zhi.
Lu Zhi glanced at Pei Lian’s retreating figure and said expressionlessly, “Mn. It’s inconvenient to talk here.”
Tang Xingye paused. He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling like fallen leaves swaying helplessly in the wind. A thin layer of pink emerged at the corners of his eyes, looking as if someone had gently rubbed them with a fingertip, making one want to use a bit more force to knead that pale pink into a vivid red.
But Tang Xingye wasn’t being shy; he was suppressing his anger.
So annoying. What is there to discuss about Lu Zhi biting him like an Omega? Does he have to bring it up in front of so many people? Does he think I’m not humiliated enough?
“Then we’ll talk later. I have urgent business.” A phantom pain from the canine teeth pricked his neck again. Tang Xingye nodded slightly, then proceeded to pack his things.
[Holy crap, what is it? Something we can’t hear?]
[This morning, Wifey’s neck was red all over. Look at Wifey’s expression; he was definitely temporarily marked, and ruthlessly f***ed at that.]
[God in heaven, Lu Zhi, you really are a beast, bullying a widower like this.]
[For a Beta to be marked, it has to be very deep and heavy. Don’t tell me Wifey’s reproductive cavity still has that stinky Alpha’s… Boohoo, Wifey is so pitiful… But thinking about it, if it were me… hiss ha… Wifey wouldn’t even be able to leave the house. Sigh, Lu Zhi can’t handle it.]
As Tang Xingye leaned over slightly to search for a dropped pen, his shirt collar slipped open with the movement, revealing a glimpse of his collarbone—where several faint red finger marks remained, looking particularly glaring against the cold white skin, as if he had been miserably abused.
Lu Zhi’s brain heated up. He reached out and pulled Tang Xingye’s collar up to hide the view from prying eyes.
His finger pulp inadvertently brushed against the small gland. The soft flesh seemed to suction onto his finger, soft and warm, as if holding his finger and not letting him leave.
As if seduced, he rubbed his finger pulp against it, neither lightly nor heavily, provoking a slightly angry voice from Tang Xingye.
“Lu Zhi.”
Being bullied like this, his black eyes took on a blurry watery sheen, and the corners of his eyes were stained with rouge-like redness. To those present, it looked like he was furious but trying to maintain his last shred of dignity by not exploding.
[Damn it, Lu Zhi, you really aren’t human, bullying a widower like this.]
[Wifey is about to drop small pearls (cry). So pitiful, so beautiful. I really want to lick.]
[What did I just see? Wifey’s gland?! I want to touch it too.]
Tang Xingye was truly furious with Lu Zhi and slapped his hand away. If it weren’t for the surveillance cameras, he really wouldn’t have been able to resist giving Lu Zhi a slap in the face.
Lu Zhi froze, knowing his behavior just now was extremely frivolous. But simply getting close to Tang Xingye and smelling that soft fragrance made his brain uncontrollably flood with strange thoughts.
He wanted to say something, but Tang Xingye had already fled in panic.
He seemed to have bullied Tang Xingye again.
A wave of irritability surged in Lu Zhi’s heart. He had only wanted to help Tang Xingye fix his collar. His canine teeth pierced his lower lip. He scanned the people in the conference room, his expression darkening as if water could be wrung from it, and frowned. “What are you looking at?”
The crowd scattered in dismal silence.
Idiot, dummy, fool, beast!
None of the Alphas alive in this world are good things!
Tang Xingye felt waves of nausea. He kept wiping his gland with a tissue, cursing Lu Zhi in his heart with the dirtiest vocabulary he knew.
He knew Lu Zhi brought up the restaurant in public just to make him look bad! Alphas must really enjoy this sense of control, right? Watching him be embarrassed.
While shaking milk tea at the shop, Tang Xingye imagined the ice cubes inside were a shrunken Lu Zhi. He stuffed him into the narrow cup and shook it viciously. The ice cubes clattered and crashed together—shake him to death!
Ever since he became roommates with those rich second-generation kids, the number of probing people had increased, wearing smiles of ambiguous goodwill, as if he, Tang Xingye, had only gotten into university by riding on their coattails.
Today’s incident made Tang Xingye hate Lu Zhi even more. Hypocritical rich people!
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