Chapter 15: What Have You Been Trained Into?
When Li Huang received the “benefits” handed over by the young master of the Wen family, his first reaction was to refuse.
It was a joke. If Shang Yan found out about this backstabbing behavior, it wouldn’t just be a matter of whether he could keep his job as a special assistant.
But Wen Zheng said he only wanted to know the current status of “that person.”
“…Fine, but I don’t guarantee I can get word to you.”
He didn’t take Wen Zhengâs gifts. Favors were sometimes more useful kept in the heart than held in the hand.
Coincidentally, in less than a day, Li Huang saw the person Wen Zheng had mentioned.
Shang Yan sent a message: ăBring suppressants and glucose, size XX, come over (location)ă
Li Huang rushed to the villa. Just as he reached the door, he heard a series of clattering and banging sounds from inside, making his heart tremble.
But if he delayed any longer, Shang Yan would still settle the score for his incompetence. A blade to the neck is a blade to the neck, whether you stretch it out or pull it back. He steeled his heart, gripped the doorknob, and pushed the door open.
“CEO Shang, Iâve brought the suppressantsâ”
Before he could finish his sentence, a soft throw pillow flew straight at his face, hitting him dead center.
…Strange? This pillow actually smelled like milk?
“Zhaozhao, look who you hit?”
Li Huang had never heard Shang Yan speak in such a… nearly cloying tone. He immediately got a layer of goosebumps.
The pillow fell silently onto the carpet. Even Li Huang, who prided himself on his vast experience and years of work, was stunned in that moment.
Shang Yan was bare-chested and leanly muscular, his arms tightly locking a black-haired beauty wearing a white shirt.
The man had sharp, well-defined brows and a bridge of the nose as straight as if carved. His pitch-black long hair had a fluffy, curled wave to it, clinging to his face, the hollow of his neck, and his shoulders.
A pair of cat-like eyes were a rare blue-green. Right now, they were swirled with anger, his cheeks flushed crimson like a burning begonia. He was beautiful to the extreme, breathtaking, even looking like some kind of magnificent sceneryâjust looking at him made one feel a sense of trepidation.
“Jiang Zhaosheng. Long hair, green eyes. One look and youâll never forget him.”
Li Huang remembered Wen Zhengâs description and couldn’t help but mutter in his heartâthat young master was truly stingy. With a person like this, anyone who saw him wouldn’t be able to help but say a few more words, yet he had brushed it off with just a few.
Before Li Huang could recover, he saw Jiang Zhaosheng suddenly grab the crystal ashtray on the table and swing it at Shang Yanâs head!
The ashtray hit the carpet with a dull thud. Simultaneously, a trickle of blood snaked down from the corner of Shang Yanâs forehead.
Shang Yan grabbed a handful of Jiang Zhaoshengâs long hair, and the latter instinctively squeezed his eyes shut. But Shang Yan didn’t pull violently; instead, he pathologically brought the strand of hair to his lips, wetting it with his saliva before smoothing it out.
The expected sting didn’t come. Jiang Zhaoshengâs butterfly-wing eyelashes trembled, and he hesitantly opened his eyesâ
“?!”
Was this the benefit of having a perfect appearance? Even with an expression of utter disgust, the Beta still looked pitiable and moving, stirring a sense of compassion.
“Zhaozhao, my subordinate is staring at you blankly.”
Shang Yan cast a half-smiling glance over. Li Huang hurriedly handed over the suppressants and some “safety supplies.”
Even though Li Huang was a Beta, he could feel that the concentration of pheromones in the room was so high it had practically solidified. It loomed over the room like a thundercloud, making his scalp tingle.
At his closest moment to Jiang Zhaosheng, he even caught the scent on the other manâit wasn’t lust or any other heavy smell, but a faint, yet extremely present, cold fragrance.
But Li Huang clearly saw that the back of Jiang Zhaoshengâs neck was covered in layers of bite marks… He obviously wasn’t an Omega, but a Beta.
Perhaps because his wandering gaze was noticed, Li Huang caught this scene just before he leftâ
Shang Yan had already turned the man around to face him. One hand was firmly around Jiang Zhaoshengâs waist while the other pressed down on his shoulder. He lowered his head to the Betaâs ear, as if coaxing him to inject the suppressants for him. A transparent syringe had already been stuffed into Jiang Zhaoshengâs hand.
That hand, which could rival a pianistâs, gripped the syringe and raised it high. Shang Yan was still whispering something, a hint of a smile even playing on his lips.
Jiang Zhaosheng suddenly looked back in Shang Yanâs arms, catching Li Huangâs prying eyes.
In that split second, Li Huang almost hallucinated that what he held wasn’t a syringe, but a dagger or some other lethal weapon. Even being stared at by those freezing, gem-like eyes, he dizzily imagined a scene where Shang Yanâs gland was shredded and the back of his neck was drenched in blood.
âHowever, nothing happened.
Jiang Zhaoshengâs high-raised hand eventually fell lightly. Although the movement was perfunctory, he still completed the injection cleanly and decisively.
An Alphaâs gland was equally fragile. The veins on Shang Yanâs arm and the back of his hand bulged. In the end, he simply cupped the Betaâs face, as if the Betaâs lips were painkillers, and kissed him deeply.
“Mmph…”
Jiang Zhaosheng was forced to lean back, his long hair swaying like a waterfall, his waist arching into a startling curve. From Li Huangâs angle, he could even see the tightly furrowed brows, wet eyelashes, and the high bridge of the nose.
Oxygen was plundered. Jiang Zhaosheng was almost entirely hanging from the Alphaâs arms, head back and panting. His sweat-soaked bangs slid away due to gravity, revealing a clear widow’s peak.
“Seen enough?” Shang Yan finally bothered to move his gaze from the Beta. When he looked up again, one of his eyebrows was dyed red by the blood from his forehead. The man, who usually wore suits and leather shoes, now looked exactly like a bandit.
Li Huang waved his hands in apology repeatedly and practically fled, stumbling out of that large villa where a scene of carnal beauty was playing out.
He looked down at his pants. Fortunately, his job was savedâno, it should be said his life was saved.
What was the relationship between that Jiang Zhaosheng and the boss? Even Wen Zheng was obsessed with him. Before today, Li Huang would never have been curious, but after this moment…
Melodramatic suffering, forced loveâthis kind of ridiculous plot was actually happening in reality. Yet he didn’t find it absurdâperhaps because Jiang Zhaoshengâs face was simply too dazzling.
He was hesitating whether to notify Wen Zheng when a new message popped up:
Shang: ăWait for the HR departmentâs notice. You can go on a business trip in a while.ă
These Alphasâ territorial instincts were truly… He had only looked at the “Bossâs Wife” a few more times and was immediately exiled. Fortunately, his job was ultimately safe. Since Li Huang was single, a business trip wasn’t too bad for him.
Before stepping through the boarding gate, Li Huang sent one last message to Wen Zheng:
ăThe person is fine. Everything is good.ă
Wen Zheng replied extremely quickly, as if he had been guarding the phone for ages:
ăDid Shang Yan do anything unusual? Like asking you to join in or something?ă
Li Huang almost popped his eyes out.
What? Was that even a possibility?
After sending that, he decided to put Jiang Zhaosheng out of his mind. But that gem-like gaze, tempered by hatred and anger, was like a ghost fire that lingered in his mind for a long time.
ăDon’t worry, theyâll probably get married…ă
He didn’t know if he was saying it to Wen Zheng or trying to extinguish the trace of unease in his own heart.
The reason Li Huang was so certain was that at the moment Jiang Zhaosheng raised his hand, he had clearly seen itâthere was a ring on the other manâs ring finger.
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