Chapter 7 This Alpha is Dangerous

After arriving at the company, Pei Wu didn't go upstairs. He took a phone call and went straight to the underground parking garage. After waiting for five minutes, Lu Xiwen and driver Lao Zhu came down.

Whenever Lao Zhu encounters Lu Xiwen, he subconsciously shrinks his neck, and today his neck is completely invisible.

Pei Wu was prepared for this; Lan Zhe had sent him a message five minutes earlier, reminding him that President Lu was in a bad mood.

It was normal for Lu Xiwen to be in a bad mood; getting a genuine smile from him was harder than getting a shower of red flowers from the sky.

After getting into the car, Lao Zhu stepped on the gas and drove towards the airport.

The wind was howling outside, making the tree branches sway back and forth. Occasionally, you could see plastic bags floating in the air. There was no sign of the weather clearing up, and it seemed like a downpour was imminent, which was quite annoying.

Old Zhu drove with a single-minded focus, thinking that he would be fine once he reached the airport, and that he should just hang in there a little longer.

Pei Wu realized that Lu Xiwen's bad mood this time had nothing to do with work, otherwise he would have already spewed poison, and Lan Zhe wouldn't have been so calm in the text message.

In the quiet, the sound of Pei Wu fiddling with the paper bag was exceptionally clear.

Lu Xiwen glanced over coldly.

Pei Wu took out a thermos, unscrewed it halfway, and handed it to Lu Xiwen. "Coffee, with a little milk, 50% sweetness, be careful it's hot."

Lu Xiwen stared at it for a few seconds, then reached out and took it.

This makes it easier for Pei Wu to take out more items.

The homemade sandwich had two blueberries peeking out from the corners—Lu Xiwen's favorite fruit. The fried egg was cooked to medium-rare, making it slightly soft and tender. Since he didn't like ketchup, Pei Wu quickly prepared a sweet and spicy sauce. The sandwich was wrapped in absorbent paper so it wouldn't get too dirty.

Lu Xiwen lowered the table on the back of the chair in front of him and quietly enjoyed his breakfast.

Pei Wu leaned back, entering Lu Xiwen's blind spot, and became bolder.

Seriously, this person is like a purebred, temperamental, and individualistic big cat. He usually bristles and bares his teeth at everyone he sees, but once you find the trick, it's easy to coax him.

If Old Zhu could hear Pei Wu's inner thoughts, he would immediately plunge into the nearby green belt.

The main reason was that the big cat was extremely beautiful. Pei Wu dared not tell anyone that he still felt a sense of satisfaction about "feeding" Lu Xiwen.

Perhaps because of the high level of difficulty, the success achieved is all the more precious.

Just seeing how pleasing Lu Xiwen looked to eat made Pei Wu feel that the food was well worth it.

After eating and drinking his fill, President Lu's complexion finally improved.

Old Zhu glanced quickly at the rearview mirror, then peeked a small section of his neck out from his collar.

Lu Xiwen pulled out a wet wipe and wiped each of his fingers, casually asking Pei Wu, "Have you eaten?"

"I ate noodles."

Noodles are hard to bring in the car, so I only prepared coffee sandwiches.

Upon arriving at the airport, Lu Xiwen immediately put on sunglasses and strode ahead as soon as he got out of the car.

Old Zhu quickly took out his suitcase and followed Pei Wu.

"Thank you for your hard work, Assistant Pei!" Old Zhu said in a low voice, with a mix of admiration and concern.

Pei Wu found it difficult to explain; these things were really not difficult for him.

In first class, after waiting in the VIP lounge for twenty minutes, we were given priority boarding. Lu Xiwen didn't like having many people with him when he went on business trips, so he usually only brought one or two people. Therefore, Pei Wu handled all the trivial matters.

The two were seated next to each other. Lu Xiwen was in the window seat. Pei Wu lifted her small suitcase and stuffed it into the overhead luggage compartment. Suddenly, someone walked in with hurried steps and bumped into Pei Wu.

Pei Wu stumbled, and his suitcase almost slipped off, but a large hand caught it in time. Pei Wu used the momentum to push it inside and closed the luggage compartment door.

Then Lu Xiwen pulled Pei Wu to stand to the side, his tall figure emerging from inside, staring expressionlessly at the reckless young man.

The other person was in his early twenties, with light blue hair, dressed in designer clothes, and had a clean appearance. He wore headphones around his neck, and although the apology on his face had not yet faded, a hint of wariness had already crept in.

This is Alpha's perception of its own kind, especially higher-level ones.

"In a hurry?" Lu Xi asked. "Why not take a private jet?"

"Sorry, I was a little excited and didn't watch where I was going," the young man said, glancing at Pei Wu.

Seeing that he truly meant no harm, Pei Wu stopped Lu Xiwen, saying, "Never mind, Mr. Lu."

"You are a Bodhisattva."

This bit of mockery is insignificant, since Lu Xiwen had just helped him with the box.

The young man quieted down considerably, took off his headphones and put them in his bag, then picked up a foreign language magazine. It was clear he was a young master from a very wealthy family.

The young man sat next to Pei Wu across the aisle. He probably felt guilty, because after sitting down, he whispered to Pei Wu, "Did I hurt you?"

Pei Wu shook her head: "Don't worry about it."

He had handsome features and a calmness rarely seen in young people of his age, whose passions were often boiling. When his eyelashes were lowered, he was exceptionally serene, making people forget what to say for a moment. The young man couldn't help but hold his breath and then started to strike up a conversation: "Are you also going to Haishi?"

"Um."

"Work?"

"right."

The young man's heart raced slightly. He suddenly wanted to ask Pei Wu if she was an Omega, but before he could speak, he saw through the gap between Pei Wu and the seat that the beast opened her eyes, her calm demeanor filled with a chilling warning.

The young man's heart beat even faster, but this time it was from fright. He sat up straight, calmed his breathing, and felt a little resentful.

"Pei Wu," Lu Xiwen said calmly, "Switch seats with me, the light is too bright."

It was just a matter of putting up a screen, but Lu Xiwen was always nitpicky, so Pei Wu didn't say a word and just cooperated.

After changing seats, Lu Xiwen bent his legs and spread them out. The flight attendant politely asked if they would like something to drink, and Lu Xiwen lazily said, "Water."

Anyway, nothing tastes as good as what Pei Wu makes; plain water is always a safe bet.

The young man leaned back in his chair, unable to express his resentment no matter what. He didn't even dare to turn his head and glare at Lu Xiwen, because there were faint, barely perceptible pheromones floating in the air, exuding a clear aura of suppression.

When Lu Xi heard the word "white water," his voice was low and languid, as if he were trying to say something, but he was clearly trying something, with a childlike stubbornness, as if the person who had just coldly peered through the crack was not him.

"This Alpha is dangerous," the young man thought.

Pei Wu didn't notice; he only vaguely smelled that very refreshing scent again. Was it President Lu's perfume? He'd ask what brand it was later.

Once the body is quiet after receiving the special stabilizing agent, fatigue seeps out from between the bones. Logically, Pei Wu shouldn't be so relaxed, especially with Lu Xiwen right beside him. He should be at Lu Xiwen's beck and call. But with his head slightly resting against the backrest, it was a comfortable position, and the dull pain in the back of his neck was finally relieved. Lu Xiwen's figure gradually blurred in his vision, and the last light shrank into a slit before falling silent.

So tired?

Lu Xiwen stared at the sleeping Pei Wu.