Chapter 16
As He Yuan said this, his smile was bright and radiant—the kind Wen Su was most familiar with and liked the best, but…
The content of those words, combined with that light, joking tone, triggered an intense, abrupt sense of unreality in him.
It was night, on the hilltop, and the wind carried a chill.
It felt as though the beautiful Omega might tear off that mask of innocent kindness at any second, revealing a greedy, terrifying true face;
Or perhaps the Omega was standing behind a mist, a phantom that could not be physically touched, and all of this was merely a dream.
A chill slammed into Wen Su’s back, climbing up his spine to his shoulders, spreading to his neck, the back of his head, his scalp, his forehead…
With a jolt of electric numbness, he sobered up.
It was as if there were another version of himself standing opposite him, watching everything that had happened between himself and the Omega with cinematic clarity:
The chats on the lawn, the interactions while gaming, the night of recovery from his old injury, the moment the nerve pain flared up, the days the Omega planted a courtyard full of roses, and the beginning where he tried to drive him away but failed.
Resistance, softening, acceptance, verification…
Until the recent, unconscious initiative he had taken.
How did it come to this?
Was the Omega’s nightly singing actually a spell, causing him to unknowingly sink into the quagmire of “liking”?
And was the Omega’s comment just now a probe—a reverse tactic to force him to completely define the relationship?
What a formidable Omega.
He had to admit, the guy had almost succeeded.
But in the end, he fell just short. The Omega’s effort collapsed at the finish line; this final “killing move” intended to launch a charge did not cause Wen Su to lose himself further. Instead, it woke him up, pulling him back from the precipice.
Good.
Whether it was romance and love, or state-assigned partners—these were all ridiculous things he did not subscribe to. Even if he occasionally lost his way, he could pull himself out in time.
He would absolutely not sink.
“Absolute nonsense.” He delivered a decisive and forceful counterattack to the Omega’s charge. Turning around, he added, “Let’s go back.”
Inviting the Omega to ride Chongming together had been a massive mistake.
He Yuan’s smile froze on his face.
Although Wen Su was always a man of few expressions and words, they had spent enough time together for He Yuan to clearly realize that Wen Su was unhappy.
Why?
He had been happy all day, and just a moment ago…
He Yuan froze.
Because of that line about “thinking we are dating”?
Oh no. He had lost his sense of propriety and offended Admiral Wen Su.
He Yuan felt incredibly guilty. He ran over, wanting to apologize, but seeing Wen Su’s retreating back radiating an aura that pushed people a thousand miles away, he thought the timing was wrong. He should endure it for now to avoid making things worse, and apologize later when Admiral Wen Su had cooled down a bit.
The return trip was no longer the romantic style of standing together on the back of the Chongming Bird. instead, they entered the cockpit in the abdomen, sitting as if in a railcar.
He Yuan sat in the seat next to Wen Su, making himself small and meek. occasionally, he stole a glance out of the corner of his eye, seeing only suppressed displeasure on Wen Su’s handsome profile.
Back at the base, He Yuan tactfully paused the bedtime coaxing service for the day. They went to their respective rooms, a beautiful day ending in a bleak conclusion.
Lights off, covered by his blanket, He Yuan lay in the darkness, suffering from insomnia.
Too unprofessional. He was truly too unprofessional. Jokes couldn’t be made casually—one had to be considerate even with good friends, let alone with a superior, especially one with such a strict and upright personality!
While regretting his actions, he silently recited the life assistant rules he had learned from his online course. After a long time, he finally fell asleep, only to have a nightmare where Wen Su was trying to kick him out again!
In the dream, he was so anxious and sad that he jerked awake, only to find his eyes were actually wet.
The anxiety and sadness from the dream bled into reality. He Yuan sat up, curled his legs, hugged the blanket, and rested his chin on his knees.
When he was small and living at the Aid Center, he used to do this when he was too lonely to sleep.
Later, as he grew up and became stronger, he hadn’t done this in a long time.
Sigh.
Life needs an anchor; otherwise, one feels unsettled and panicked.
For him, the anchor in childhood was the care and company of those around him. After growing up and becoming sensible, the anchor was the effort to be independent. And now, the anchor…
It should be this job.
It was the repository of his ideals. He absolutely could not lose this job!
Hands clenching the blanket tight, he turned to look at the clock. 6:00 AM. Time to get up, clean up, and prepare breakfast for Wen Su.
A night had passed. Was Admiral Wen Su less angry, or more angry?
Please, don’t fire him.
He Yuan went about everything cautiously, his speed much slower than before.
At 7:25 AM, he finished breakfast right on the dot. As he carried it out, Wen Su happened to be coming down from the second floor.
He instinctively shrank his neck.
He didn’t dare look. Just like when he was a student afraid of being called on by the teacher, he lowered his head, terrified that making eye contact with Admiral Wen Su would trigger a bad outcome. He could only observe secretly through his peripheral vision—
Admiral Wen Su sat down.
Admiral Wen Su began to eat breakfast.
He ate at a steady pace, just like usual, with no expression.
But previously, he would at least look at He Yuan a few times or say a few words. Today, there was nothing.
Nor did he ask him to sit down and eat together.
So, he was still angry.
…
Admiral Wen Su finished eating.
He picked up the glass and downed the energy orange juice in one go.
He elegantly wiped his mouth with a napkin, stood up, turned around, and went upstairs.
He hadn’t been fired!
…But he hadn’t been forgiven, either.
He Yuan’s hanging heart only dropped halfway back into place.
However, calculating carefully, it had been less than 12 hours since he said that sentence. Expecting Admiral Wen Su to completely cool down so soon was a bit excessive.
Maybe in another 12 hours, it would be fine.
Besides, work always has its ups and downs. If he wanted to become the most excellent life assistant, he had to work hard to cross these obstacles!
Constantly persuading and encouraging himself, He Yuan recovered somewhat. After finishing the breakfast cleanup and routine exercise, he began his new work content—
Modifying the appearance of the mecha Chongming for the competition!
Although Admiral Wen Su was angry, he hadn’t explicitly terminated this project, so he would give it his all!
Another 12 hours later.
After continued silence through lunch and dinner, He Yuan disappointedly discovered that Wen Su had not cooled down.
Not at all.
Not! One! Tiny! Bit!
Admiral Wen Su held a serious grudge.
But ultimately, it was because he had been too loose with his tongue, and he had never formally apologized…
Right! A formal apology!
Reigniting a spark of hope, He Yuan tiptoed to the outside of the second-floor study. He hovered there for a good while, but ultimately didn’t dare to go in.
It wasn’t that he was afraid of Admiral Wen Su himself, but that he was afraid of making an already messed-up situation even messier!
After hesitating and worrying about gains and losses, he finally decided to use the “Sincere Letter Ultimate Move”!
He remembered that the last time he took leave to go back to school, Admiral Wen Su had been very angry at first. Later, the reason he not only stopped being angry but also drastically closed the distance between them was likely because he had read his handwritten letter!
Late at night, he finally succeeded in sliding the paper full of sincere apologies through the gap under the door.
Right under the gaze of Wen Su inside the study.
As a top-tier Alpha, no movement could escape his perception. He was fully aware of He Yuan sneaking around outside the door all night and his secret observations during the day; he just didn’t want to respond.
He had thought it through completely.
Like, love, intimate relationships, marriage—these were like the sweetest honey. Once one started drinking it, the viscous syrup would seep into the body, softening muscles and bones and invading the nerves without one even noticing.
That taste was naturally wonderful—so wonderful that one wouldn’t want to leave, to the point where one could no longer leave.
That was too terrifying.
But no one should underestimate him.
In the past, he had conquered even the overwhelmingly powerful pheromones within his own body. How could he possibly be controlled by a weak little Omega now?
Since this Omega appeared, he had resisted, been confused, went with the flow, and even accepted it. Now it seemed none of those were good methods.
The best method was to ignore.
To give absolutely no reaction.
Since the guy kept claiming he was just a life assistant, then let him just be a life assistant.
Wen Su bent down, picked up the folded letter from the floor, folded it again, and placed it in the drawer.
The letter the Omega wrote to him last time was still kept there.
Whether it was a love letter or a strategy, it didn’t matter. He wasn’t going to read a single word of it anyway.
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