Chapter 33: Old Matters part 1
…One nightmare followed another.
After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Zhaosheng regained a flicker of hazy consciousness amidst the jolting of the vehicle.
He held his breath for a brief moment, realizing he was lying in the backseat of a moving car. His hands were pulled behind his back, tied securely with strips of cloth. His eyes weren’t covered, but a coat with a faint scent had been thrown over his head, obscuring most of his vision and leaving only a small field of view below his chin.
The scent on that coat… was a slightly milder version of Shen Qimingâs pheromones.
It was this very scent that constantly eroded his will, making his body soft and his heartbeat erratic.
Forcing himself to maintain steady breathing, Jiang Zhaosheng pretended he hadn’t awakened. Through the gap beneath the clothing, he struggled to observe his surroundings.
The interior of the car was quiet. The vehicle hit a bump, and Jiang Zhaosheng instinctively leaned forward, only for his head to be suddenly pressed down by the person beside him.
…Had he been discovered?
He nervously bit the tip of his tongue.
Unexpectedly, the person only held his head in place to stabilize him, preventing him from hitting the front seat, and whispered toward the driver:
“Be careful.”
A submissive “yes” came from the front. Jiang Zhaosheng felt his head being held against the man’s shoulder. With every breath, the scent of the sea breeze grew more intense.
His face began to flush… This was terrible.
He bit the tip of his tongue repeatedly, the pain bringing tears to the corners of his eyes. Fortunately, the coat provided cover, and no one noticed.
At least his tongue didn’t have to suffer much longerâthe car eventually came to a smooth stop.
Someone got out and opened the rear door. The cool night air rushed in, dispersing the dizzying pheromones.
The coat remained draped over Jiang Zhaoshengâs head. A powerful arm slid under the crook of his knees while another embraced his back, lifting him in a princess carry with practiced, natural ease.
Jiang Zhaoshengâs body stiffened slightly, but he didn’t struggle. Through the gaps in the fabric, the aura of that embraceâlike a warm tideâwrapped around him, dismantling his resolve.
He was carried for a distance before entering an enclosed space. The location felt cavernous, and the air smelled of dust and rust.
The coat covering his head was gently removed.
Dim light fell upon his face, which currently possessed an innocent allure.
The surge of emotions made his blue-green eyes appear as wet as a newborn’s. Long, thick eyelashes hung damply, casting faint shadows on skin that had turned pink from the stuffy, long journey.
Even more breath-taking was the moment he met the light: a single tear rolled unbidden from those butterfly-wing lashes, tracing a path down his heated cheek and leaving a glistening trail.
In the eyes of others, Jiang Zhaosheng looked like a begonia blossom drenched by wind and rain… beautiful, fragile, and utterly dependent on the one holding him, sparking inevitable fantasies.
âA perfect portrait of a victim of a “strong-armed” seizure.
Shen Qiming stopped in his tracks. He lowered his head, seemingly moved by that single tear. A trace of imperceptible hesitation flickered in his eyes.
He placed the man onto the only sofa in the warehouse. The Alpha naturally raised his hand, using the pad of his thumb to gently wipe away the tear mark.
“Zhaozhao,” he spoke, his voice gentle. “Were you scared?”
Jiang Zhaoshengâs lips trembled slightly, but he couldn’t make a sound. He instinctively shook his head.
The beauty’s eyes were filled with confusion and unmasked dependency. Those unusual pupils were brimming with moisture, enough to make one’s heart tremble.
Seeing him in this state of complete captivity, the smile at the corners of Shen Qimingâs mouth deepened, his tone becoming even more enticing:
“Don’t be afraid. Itâs all over now.”
Shen Qiming felt the heat of the cheek in his palm. Like the most considerate lover, he leaned into the other’s ear and coaxed in a soft voice:
“Come with me, alright? Leave this place and go somewhere where it’s just the two of us.”
Jiang Zhaosheng stared at him blankly, as if completely bewitched by the suggestion and that gentle tone.
His elegant brows furrowed slightly; reason was struggling, but his body reacted firstâan alluring flush steamed up his cheeks and spread all the way to the tips of his ears, staining his fair skin with a warm hue.
The man keenly captured this subtle struggle and hesitation.
He stopped moving and pressed Jiang Zhaosheng tighter against his chest, letting the side of the man’s face rest against his heart.
A steady heartbeat thrummed through the fabricâmore importantly, there was the scent that held a fatal attraction for Jiang Zhaosheng.
He lowered his head, his lips nearly brushing Jiang Zhaoshengâs flushed ear, and asked again in a faint whisper:
“Zhaozhao, come with me, alright?”
This time, Jiang Zhaosheng seemed to have been completely conquered, or rather… seduced.
He closed his eyes, his long lashes trembling damply. Finally, he gave a faint nod.
“…”
A syllable as quiet as a mosquito’s buzz and laden with a tremor escaped his lips, like a feather brushing against the heart.
A perfectly affectionate smile appeared on Shen Qimingâs face. He embraced Jiang Zhaosheng, pulling him deeper into his arms.
This seemingly tender scene couldn’t withstand scrutinyâfor instance, why were the hands of the person in his arms tied behind his back? Why was one person in complete control of the situation while the other was like a marionette?
Particularly the person who had been kidnapped; he was so beautiful it stirred up indecent thoughts, and the entire process made him seem as submissive as if he were under hypnosis… like an Omega in heatâno, even more than that.
More than one subordinate nearby tried to etch the scene before them deep into their mindsâto be relished repeatedly in private later.
If the actions in their minds could be accurately transmitted to the master, Jiang Zhaosheng would likely not have a single inch of intact skin left after tonight.
After seeing Jiang Zhaosheng, the number of people who understood Shen Qiming always increased. It had nothing to do with morality; they simply couldn’t help but put themselves in his shoes. If given the chance, faced with such a person, could you hold back? If one followed their heart, they would drag him into a hell of desire at every waking moment.
“Good boy,” Shen Qiming patted Jiang Zhaoshengâs soft black hair as a reward. Then he looked up, giving orders to the subordinates standing “respectfully” nearby, his tone instantly regaining its calm and authority. “Prepare the plane. Immediately.”
“Yes, sir.” The subordinate took the order and immediately turned to hurry toward the warehouse entrance to make arrangements.
In that split second, while the subordinate was leaving and Shen Qimingâs attention was slightly divertedâ
The Jiang Zhaosheng in his arms, who had been soft and seemingly fully submissive, flashed a cold, sharp murderous intent in his eyes.
The hands that had been cleverly bound behind his back movedâthe movement was too fast to see. Caught off guard, Shen Qiming felt a chill at the side of his neck as a trail of blood surfaced instantly!
At the same time, he took a heavy blow to the ribs, causing him to grunt as his center of gravity failed and he staggered to one side!
The moment his balance broke, Jiang Zhaosheng stuck to his back like a ghost, his arm locking around his neck like an iron vice!
A sharp blade was pressed hard against his Adam’s apple, sinking into the flesh.
The entire process took less than three seconds. The subordinates who had just been about to prepare the plane were stunned, one by one raising their handguns.
Jiang Zhaosheng was pressed tight against Shen Qimingâs back. The flush on his cheeks hadn’t faded, but his gaze was cold enough to freeze the air. His breathing was terrifyingly steady, and the hand holding the knife didn’t tremble once.
“Are you wearing a bulletproof suit? Fine, let them shoot me dead.”
Shen Qiming raised his hand. There were still several people who hadn’t lowered their guns. Jiang Zhaosheng let out a cold laugh, pressing the tip of the blade deeper until he felt the resistance of the Adam’s apple.
“Drop the guns.”
The warehouse lights made his eyes appear even brighter. Jiang Zhaosheng spoke in a voice devoid of emotion:
“Everyone.”
“Back off.”
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