Part 3
His tone was chilly, and the knife in his hand reflected a silver light.
Even though the two were blinded by lust, they could hear the impatience in Jiang Zhaoshengâs tone. They shook their heads like rattlesnakes, showing apologetic smiles and indicating they were leaving.
It wasn’t that they were afraid; it was just that they really enjoyed the feeling of being spoken to by Zhaozhao in a threatening tone.
He Qianyu and Wen Zheng were about to leave with their thumping “maiden” hearts when they heard Shang Yan speak gloomily:
“Zhaozhao, I saw someone say that throwing fruit peels at a boyfriend is a way of showing affection. Were you just acting spoiled with me?”
This time, He Qianyu and Wen Zheng really understoodâShang Yan had eaten too many red beans (wished for love)âhe wanted to die.
The two of them ran away faster than each other; they wouldn’t bother Jiang Zhaosheng while he taught that scum a lesson.
“Youâre being very strange today, constantly bringing up these topics to try and provoke me. Are you afraid of me asking you something?”
Jiang Zhaosheng closed the door to the ward and placed the small knife on the nightstand.
“Because Samuel went to Eden… what are you in a hurry for?”
Shang Yan was on the IV. His complexion wasn’t as good as before. Hearing this, he remained silent, his emotions unreadable. Jiang Zhaosheng leaned in to look closer, but could only see Shang Yan’s Adam’s apple bob.
“Itâs my fault. I failed to satisfy you, making you find a partner for yourself.”
As soon as that mouth opened, it was a psychological attack. Jiang Zhaosheng gestured with the knife:
“Do you want to breathe directly through your trachea? I can help you.”
Shang Yan felt the knife at his neck and laughed lowly:
“Zhaozhao, I know what youâre looking for.”
“S.”
In the first second, Jiang Zhaosheng thought he was talking about that meaning again. The hand holding the knife slid slightly.
A line of blood appeared on Shang Yan’s neck. Only then did he realize and pull back his hand.
“…What did you say?”
Jiang Zhaosheng swore that if Shang Yan explained “S” with that meaning in the next second, he wouldn’t mind performing a tracheotomy on him.
“I said,” Shang Yan was still running a low fever, his neck wounded. He spoke slowly, his appearance bedraggled, but his tone meaningful, “do you remember that gift?”
Jiang Zhaosheng thought for a long time before recalling: the inappropriate manga book sent to him after Shang Yan’s rut? The note on the package… seemed to be ‘S’.
He had thought it was Shang Yan’s signature.
“…I wasn’t the one who sent it to you.”
In the next second, Shang Yan stared intently at Jiang Zhaoshengâs face, as if he didn’t want to miss a single tiny reaction, and spokeâ
Jiang Zhaosheng was slightly on guard, but what Shang Yan said still managed to make him feel like he had fallen into an ice cellar.
“Both Shang and Shen start with S.”
On the other side of the city.
Inside the luxurious and decadent auction venue, the crystal chandeliers reflected blurred, dazzling light, illuminating faces hidden behind masks and eyes sparkling with unmasked greed and murkiness.
Samuel was dressed in a dark suit, temporarily blending in with this group of “clothed beasts.” He felt nauseous at such an occasion, having to suppress the revulsion toward the grotesque scenes before him by recalling Jiang Zhaoshengâs face. He carefully scanned the venue. This was “Eden”âit wasn’t large in scale, but it excelled in being exotic and bizarre.
The auctioneer began to introduce the “collection” pieces in an enthusiastic tone. Responses and bids rose one after another from the audience, and the atmosphere gradually built to a climax. Samuel’s gaze swept over the display stage, and then, his entire body froze.
What made his blood almost instantly run cold and his heart stop was the face under the host’s maskâ
It was that “dead” Omega!
He was actually still alive?! And in the capacity of a host, he was brazenly… appearing here!
A massive sense of shock and absurdity swept over him. Samuel gripped his wine glass, forcing himself to maintain the posture of a playful playboy. His brain worked at high speed, trying to piece together the fragments of clues in his mind: the meticulously planned faked death, the secret auction, the unfathomable Eden, and the massive dark hand behind it all that might be manipulating everything…
It seemed as if all these conspiracies carried ill intentions toward Jiang Zhaosheng.
He had to notify Jiang Zhaosheng immediately.
Samuel retreated unobtrusively. Using the crowd as cover, he ducked into the innermost stall of the restroom and locked the door. The loud music and feverish bidding outside were mostly shut out, leaving only his own somewhat hurried heartbeat. He pulled out his heavily encrypted phone and dialed the number etched into his memory.
The phone rang twice before being picked up. Jiang Zhaoshengâs voice came from the other end: “Samuel?”
“Zhaozhao, I know you might not believe it, but…” Samuelâs voice was kept extremely low, yet his speaking speed was incredibly fast. “I’m currently at the ‘Eden’ auction site. You will absolutely never guess who I sawâ”
He took a deep breath:
“That Omega… the dead Omega from the secret room. Heâs alive. Heâs hosting the auction here!”
After saying it, even he found it a bit unbelievable.
The other end of the line fell silent. Samuel could clearly feel the goosebumps on his back. He had already thought of how to explain it to Jiang Zhaosheng; fortunately, Jiang Zhaosheng knew he wasn’t someone who made jokes.
A few seconds later, Jiang Zhaoshengâs voice came through:
“…Are you sure?”
“One hundred percent sure! That faceâI would never mistake it!” Samuel spoke rapidly. “Heâs on the display stage right now. I don’t know about his tone or posture, but the face is exactly the same.”
“Location. I’ll be there immediately.”
The call was abruptly cut.
Samuel put away his phone and pushed open the stall door. Outside, the auctioneer was calling out the starting price of a product in an agitated tone, and the audience was restless. He straightened his collar and tie and walked into that hunt where light was bizarre and desire flowed. He had to do whatever it took to buy time for Jiang Zhaoshengâs arrival.
On the hospital bed, the blood on Shang Yan’s neck had already soaked the pillow. Jiang Zhaosheng placed the small knife in his hand, his gaze as cold as if looking at a dead man:
“What is your relationship with Shen Qiming?”
[Authorâs Note: [Pity] [Pity] [Pity]]
Translator’s Note: “Sao” (ćŤ) is slang for being alluring or flirtatious, but in this context, the students use it with a mix of awe and desire. “Silver bracelets” is a common euphemism for handcuffs. The “housewife-type” (renqi) label for Jiang Zhaosheng is a joke about how he takes care of things, but with a very suggestive undertone.
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