Chapter 10
An alarm went off in He Yuan’s mind as he ran into the villa’s living room, his face tense. Standing in the darkness, he managed to spot the robot butler sitting in the corner, illuminated faintly by the moonlight.
He rushed over, squatting to inspect the robot butler from top to bottom. Yet, there was no response. Its eyes only displayed the current time—20:58—coldly flickering.
… Had it turned into a clock?!
“Robot butler, what’s wrong? Say something! Where’s Admiral Wen Su? What on earth happened?!”
He Yuan anxiously asked while patting the robot butler’s shoulders and face, even rubbing its head.
Somehow, he accidentally pressed a button, and the robot butler finally responded in a mechanical voice: “Ultra-simplified mode, ultra-simplified mode.”
He Yuan: !
He understood now. Adjusting the settings, he switched the mode back to normal, and the robot butler finally returned to its usual state.
“Hello, He Yuan. Welcome back. This is Admiral Wen Su’s order.”
Right, Admiral Wen Su!
He Yuan took a deep breath and dashed up to the second floor, the robot butler following closely behind. Their footsteps echoed loudly on the wooden floor.
At this time of night, Wen Su was usually in his study, but now it was completely dark in there as well.
No one was in the gym, no one in the recreation room, and no one in the bathroom…
Only the bedroom door was locked.
“Admiral Wen Su, are you there? It’s He Yuan!”
He Yuan knocked hard on the door, while the robot butler scanned the lock and quickly cracked the code. With a beep, He Yuan pushed the door open.
The dim room revealed Wen Su lying in bed, dressed in a robe, his right arm resting over his forehead, eyes closed, clearly in pain.
… Was he sick?!
The tension in He Yuan’s mind tightened further. He swallowed nervously and approached the bed, reaching out to feel Wen Su’s forehead. Confirming there was no fever, he stepped aside, allowing the robot butler to activate its medical mode.
“It’s a nerve attack triggered by an old injury.”
“Nerve attack? Is it like a migraine?”
“The level of pain far exceeds a migraine.”
He Yuan was at a loss for words.
“So, how do we treat it? Is there any medicine? Should we contact a doctor or send him to the hospital?”
“There is no specific cure. Sending him to the hospital won’t help much. It can only heal naturally with the aid of immune responses and some auxiliary methods.”
“What auxiliary methods?”
“Fluctuations in climate and emotions are the primary triggers. During an episode, it’s best to move to a natural environment with suitable temperature and humidity, away from electronic devices. Listening to soft music or meditating can help alleviate the pain.”
As the robot butler explained, He Yuan adjusted the room’s temperature system and drew the heavy curtains halfway, allowing a gentle stream of moonlight to filter in.
As for the rest…
His tone was sincere and determined: “Since we need to keep away from electronic devices, I’ll personally take care of the Admiral. I’ll call for you if needed!”
He then gathered all the electronic devices from both himself and Wen Su’s bedroom, packed them in a bag, and handed them over.
“We’ll divide the tasks!”
“Understood.”
The robot butler raised its mechanical arm and gave an OK gesture.
Looking at Wen Su, who was still lost in pain, He Yuan clenched his fists, a sense of responsibility swelling within him.
He took off his jacket, moved a chair next to the bed, and sat down, warming his hands by rubbing them together. Gently, he pulled Wen Su’s right hand away from his forehead and held that broad palm in his own.
Wen Su’s brow furrowed noticeably.
It wasn’t from pain, but from surprise.
That surprise passed quickly, and he didn’t resist.
Encouraged, He Yuan cleared his throat softly, sat up straight, his face serious, and began to sing.
He naturally had a good voice, clear and ethereal, best suited for artistic classical pieces and pastoral lullabies.
Back at the aid center, He Yuan had been the lead singer in the choir and had even won awards in singing competitions across all the aid centers of the Star Source Alliance!
Now that Admiral Wen Su needed to stay away from electronic devices, soft music and white noise couldn’t be played on a device, so it was up to him!
One song after another, He Yuan carefully observed Wen Su’s expressions. If his face seemed relaxed, he would repeat that song; if not, he would quickly switch to another.
In the moonlit room, his voice intertwined with the humid air, rising and swirling, as if forming thick, soft clouds that gently enveloped Wen Su.
It seemed to be working.
Wen Su had been fully conscious the entire time. He had known the moment He Yuan returned and had clearly sensed everything when that guy and the robot butler barged in. But his headache had been too severe to intervene.
Now, as the pain lessened slightly, he couldn’t help but reflect on his feelings—
Seeing this Omega again, he had felt a strong resistance. He thought he looked incredibly pitiful in his current state, but at the same time, he was strangely relieved.
He began to question himself: Between him and this Omega, who was really the weaker one?
His body and thoughts floated between the cold pain and the warmth of the music, merging into a sea of sensations, and his consciousness started to blur.
He Yuan noticed this and began singing more passionately, pouring more emotion into his voice—
This method was effective!
Excited, he also felt deeply guilty. He couldn’t shake the feeling that if he hadn’t left, Admiral Wen Su wouldn’t have relapsed.
As a life assistant, not only had he failed to make his superior more comfortable and happy, but he had also caused him to fall ill. He had truly failed in his duty!
Feeling sad, a large tear slipped down his face with a “plop,” landing on Wen Su’s hand.
As if receiving a signal, Wen Su, in his half-awake state, suddenly saw He Yuan.
He was surprised, even incredulous.
This Omega was crying. And crying so very sadly. Yet, even while crying, he was trying hard to hold back his tears, all the while singing with even more sincerity and effort.
For him.
From childhood to adulthood, tears were the most foreign thing to Wen Su. He had never cried for anyone or anything, and no one or anything had ever cried for him.
But now, a record that had once been zero was being marked for the first time. He felt a faint ache in his heart.
“Your Omega loves you very much, please don’t let him down.”
That comment from a stranger on the internet echoed once again. What had once been mere words on a screen now rang in his ears, loud and clear, like a spell.
Too weak.
At this moment, both of them were too weak.
—
*Love me tender, love me sweet.
Never let me go.
You have made my life complete, and I love you so.*
—
*And I love you so, the people ask me how.
How I’ve lived till now.
I tell them I don’t know.*
—
He Yuan, growing bolder, expressed his feelings more subtly and poetically through these songs.
Wen Su felt his past obsessions and stubbornness gradually fading away.
Shedding one’s old self was, of course, painful.
But once the pain subsided, once the change was complete, a rebirth would surely follow.
And rebirth was always a blessing.
—
The next morning, Wen Su’s biological clock woke him up at 6:50 AM. The headache was gone, but something unexpected kept him from getting up as usual—
He Yuan was slumped over the edge of the bed, holding Wen Su’s hand with both of his, his head resting on the blanket. The exposed half of his face was slightly puffed from being pressed against the bedding, clearly in deep sleep.
He couldn’t wake him.
So, he stayed still.
Sleeping in once in a while was perfectly normal, especially after a relapse of an old injury.
The songs from the previous night still echoed in Wen Su’s ears. He looked closely at the Omega. His appearance was typical of an Omega, yet there was something more—an air of vitality, a sense of freshness, something…
Special.
He wondered if all Omegas had such a beautiful singing voice;
He wondered if all Omegas could cook as well;
He wondered if all Omegas were skilled at organizing;
He wondered if all Omegas knew how to pick clothes and dress well;
He wondered if all Omegas had such warm, delicate hands.
He wondered if all Omegas had such…
Lips.
When he had performed CPR on He Yuan, it had felt like saving a butterfly trapped under a stone—a simple, detached action. But now, that feeling had belatedly resurfaced.
That night felt as if it had been just yesterday.
Wen Su was certain.
No, not all Omegas were like He Yuan, just as not all Alphas were like him.
Alphas were Alphas, and he was himself.
Omegas were Omegas, but He Yuan was just He Yuan.
—
At 8:30 AM, He Yuan stirred, his tired eyes struggling to open. His fingers tightened, and his fingertips brushed against Wen Su’s blanket…
He instantly snapped awake.
“Admiral! I’m so sorry, I actually slept—”
He froze mid-sentence.
Because in front of him was a scene he never could have imagined.
The morning sunlight wasn’t too bright, but it was warm enough, spilling into the room. The curtains, the blanket, the pillows, and even their clothes carried the faint scent of sun-dried hay.
The person under the blanket had a gentle expression. The lingering weakness from the illness softened his usual coldness, and the elegance and grace of his features took center stage, like a pink rose blooming in the courtyard.
Admiral Wen Su was smiling? He had to still be dreaming, right?
He Yuan tilted his head in confusion, looking utterly bewildered.
However, Wen Su spoke first, his tone relaxed but also very serious: “You’re back. Did everything go well at school?”
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