Chapter 6: My
Wen Zheng clutched his right hand tightly as blood poured out. Crimson surged through his fingers, quickly soaking the high-end beige tablecloth and spreading into a startlingly large stain. His tall frame was hunched from the intense pain, veins bulging on his forehead. Cold sweat rolled down as he gritted his teeth, a low growl like a wounded beast escaping his throat.
The pain made Wen Zheng’s vision go dark in bursts. The Alpha’s eyes were bloodshot, fixed intensely on Jiang Zhaosheng’s face as if he wanted to swallow him whole.
“You…”
The Alpha’s violent pheromones leaked out uncontrollably.
However, Jiang Zhaosheng only looked back at him calmly. In those lake-blue eyes, there was neither fear nor triumph. They were as clear as a frozen lake, clearly reflecting Wen Zheng’s current pathetic and savage state.
This extreme calmness was like a bucket of ice water poured over Wen Zheng’s rage.
He remembered Shang Yan’s warning; he remembered the ruthlessness with which Jiang Zhaosheng had almost gouged out his eyes during their first meeting.
The man before him was not some prey that could be kneaded at will.
He licked his dry lips, tasting the metallic tang of blood, and his gaze grew deeper and more persistent. After the initial pain, a strange sense of satisfaction followed. Jiang Zhaosheng was finally willing to reveal his true self before him—no longer retreating, no longer enduring. This decisiveness of fighting to the death made his blood boil, instantly taking him back to that bloody and violent night of their first encounter.
Jiang Zhaosheng ignored the eyes that looked ready to bleed and stood up to leave.
“Excuse me.”
Wen Zheng’s intact left hand suddenly clamped onto Jiang Zhaosheng’s wrist. The force was so great it nearly crushed his bones.
“Let go,” Jiang Zhaosheng ordered.
Wen Zheng’s breathing was heavy, his Alpha instincts screaming to tear apart this Beta who dared to harm him. But when he saw the calmness in Jiang Zhaosheng’s eyes, a strange shiver climbed up his spine—this was the first time Jiang Zhaosheng had shown such real emotion toward him, even if it was murderous intent.
“Ha…” Wen Zheng suddenly gave a low laugh, strangely loosening the grip on the wrist. His fingers gently brushed over Jiang Zhaosheng’s prominent wrist bone. “This is the first time you’ve left a mark on me…”
Jiang Zhaosheng frowned slightly.
The reaction was more twisted than he had anticipated—this Alpha was actually enjoying the pain.
“Go deal with that,” Jiang Zhaosheng broke free of the gentle restraint. “Come find me tonight.”
Jiang Zhaosheng walked out of the restaurant and called Jiang Wan, but unexpectedly, the call was rejected.
Regarding the emergency Jiang Wan had encountered, he could only set it aside for now. Before he understood the tacit hierarchy among the students, his meddling as an outsider would only be counterproductive. Besides, he had enough confidence in Jiang Wan’s abilities.
Back in his office, the heating was high. Jiang Zhaosheng took off his overcoat, which was stained with a few spots of blood, and casually draped it over the back of his chair. The embers of Wen Zheng’s violent pheromones seemed to still linger in the air, along with a faint scent of blood. He walked to the window, looking down at the orderly campus below.
Wen Zheng’s reaction… was within expectations. Alphas were like beasts; pain didn’t make him retreat, but instead provoked a deeper, nearly morbid possessiveness and… excitement.
Jiang Zhaosheng hadn’t acted on impulse. The moment he drove that pen down, he knew exactly what he was doing.
Wen Zheng needed a “catalyst,” a stimulus strong enough to pierce through his arrogant shell. Relying only on that lust-driven, charity-like “affection” was far from enough to shake their seemingly solid yet absurd alliance.
Wild and intense emotions were themselves a potent addiction. When hormones overwhelmed reason, the brain’s judgment would be completely interfered with. At that time, with only a little guidance, this unruly Alpha would willingly… jump into the vortex he had prepared.
—Whether it was hatred or twisted desire, he had to first drag that high-and-mighty Alpha, who acted like a master, down from the clouds and stomp him into the mud.
He had to make him understand who was truly holding the reins. This process was no different from taming a fierce beast.
Pain was the introductory lesson Jiang Zhaosheng had given him.
As school neared its end, the uninvited guest arrived as scheduled. Shang Yan gave a token two knocks on the open door before pushing his way inside.
“Where’s Jiang Wan?”
“She went back to the girls’ dorm. She asked me to pass a message to you.”
Jiang Zhaosheng took out his phone to confirm the message. Seeing that Shang Yan was telling the truth, he put it away without a word.
The young Alpha slowly pulled over a chair and sat down, his fingers lightly tapping the desk.
“Care to explain?” He looked at Jiang Zhaosheng.
Jiang Zhaosheng looked down and sent a reply to Jiang Wan saying “I’m heading home first.” Putting his phone away, he met Shang Yan’s scrutiny:
“He had ill intentions under the table, and I refused him.”
“So you used a fountain pen to… pierce his palm?” Shang Yan’s brow rose slightly, a smile playing on his lips. “Teacher Jiang, that doesn’t seem like the behavior a counselor should have.”
“However… why are you only this fierce to him? I’m jealous.”
Jiang Zhaosheng nearly let out a cold laugh. The thought process of these Alphas was indeed different from ordinary people.
Shang Yan looked down at his watch. “Wen Zheng went to the infirmary. Teacher Jiang, eight o’clock tonight, the penthouse suite.”
He stood up and leaned into Jiang Zhaosheng’s ear: “Remember to wear the clothes I prepared this time. Your behavior today requires… punishment.”
The infirmary was filled with the mixed smell of disinfectant and blood. The school doctor tremblingly looked at the savage wound on Wen Zheng’s right palm, treating it with extreme care. The effects of the anesthesia were fading.
The doctor was worried the pain would make this young master lose his temper, but unexpectedly, Wen Zheng’s face showed no pain; instead, he seemed lost in thought.
Wen Zheng leaned back in his chair, the scene in the restaurant replaying repeatedly in his mind: Jiang Zhaosheng’s calm gaze, the cold sensation of the pen piercing his flesh.
What did that bit of pain matter? This was the first time Jiang Zhaosheng had carved a mark on him. It was no longer a restrained avoidance or cold distance, but a desperate counterattack.
The phone vibrated a few times. Wen Zheng took it out with his uninjured left hand. The screen lit up with a message from Shang Yan:
[Shang Yan: Tonight will be very special. By the way, what do you like to see him wear?]
Below the message was an extremely blurry, strangely angled preview image. One could only vaguely see a dazzling patch of white and a drooping fine gold chain. Shang Yan was maliciously teasing him.
Wen Zheng gripped his bandaged right hand. Pink instantly seeped through the wound. The doctor watched in fear, but the Alpha simply said “That’s enough” and turned to leave.
He licked his dry lips, imagining how Jiang Zhaosheng would look after changing.
Today’s clothes were quite good. If he took off that somewhat serious trench coat and shirt, leaving only the form-fitting black high-neck base layer inside…
The soft black fabric would wrap neither loosely nor tightly around his smooth neck and shoulder lines. The wrinkles would hang naturally, layering over his lean but powerful waist. That curve…
Wen Zheng typed quickly on the screen:
[Wen Zheng: Black high-neck. I’m heading over now.]
Ignoring the doctor’s instructions that he “needed quiet rest,” Wen Zheng was like a wolf that had caught the scent of blood. He strode out of the infirmary, went to the parking lot to find his favorite motorcycle, and headed straight for the familiar place.
His right hand holding the handlebar throbbed with pain, but the mix of adrenaline and the scent of blood, along with the anticipation of what he was about to see, made Wen Zheng nearly ignore the tearing wound on his hand. His heart hammered in his chest the whole way.
Reaching the destination, Wen Zheng roughly swiped his key to open the door, barging in with a lingering air of violence and blood.
The lights in the suite were dimmed—Shang Yan had said Jiang Zhaosheng preferred a darker environment. Only a few wall lamps in the corners emitted an ambiguous, hazy yellow glow. Inside were some Alpha pheromones and a very faint, cool scent belonging to Jiang Zhaosheng.
When his gaze locked onto the familiar master bedroom—Wen Zheng froze on the spot.
The Jiang Zhaosheng he had envisioned in a black high-neck was not there.
Instead, it was an erotic scene that overturned all his imaginations.
Jiang Zhaosheng was facing away from the door, his long hair spread out over his shoulders, sitting face-to-face on Shang Yan’s lap.
Shang Yan had one arm loosely around his waist, while the other rested casually on the sofa armrest, holding a glass of champagne. His posture was languid yet full of possessiveness.
And what Jiang Zhaosheng was wearing… was none of the clothes from Wen Zheng’s fantasies.
It was a black dress. The top part was form-fitting, showing off his straight and beautiful shoulder and back lines, yet the back was almost entirely open.
Gold chains ran from the shoulder blades all the way down to the small of his back. The gold chains were interlaced like snakes, shimmering under the lamp—it looked incredibly decadent.
The hem of the dress was made of silk with an excellent drape, flowing down from Shang Yan’s lap. The skirt bloomed like petals, layering upon layer.
Hearing the movement at the door, Shang Yan was the first to look up, his lips curling into an amused arc as if appreciating Wen Zheng’s currently shocked and blank expression.
Jiang Zhaosheng also slowly turned his head.
In his lake-blue eyes, there was neither the humiliation nor the anger Wen Zheng had expected. There was only a near-indifferent calm.
It was as if the person wearing a backless dress with gold chains and sitting on another Alpha had already left his body.
However, when Jiang Zhaosheng’s gaze fell on Wen Zheng’s right hand wrapped in thick bandages, his eyes clearly flickered before he looked away and back at the Alpha before him. Now, he didn’t look like a puppet anymore… he looked like he was flirting with a boyfriend, while Wen Zheng was an insignificant intruder.
“You got here fast,” Shang Yan laughed softly, breaking the tense standoff. The arm around Jiang Zhaosheng’s waist deliberately tightened, the gold chains biting into the soft skin and leaving shallow marks. “How about it, Wen Zheng? Satisfied with the effect? I prepared this according to the ‘punishment’ you requested.”
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