Chapter 2

"How could I possibly like an Alpha? It's just the effect of drugs."

Yan Heng's voice came through.

Song Nanke ignored what was said after that and turned around to get off the elevator.

He presented the roses and cake to the receptionist, and then put Yan Heng's scarf around the young man's neck.

Song Nanke smiled gently, "Your boss gave it to you."

The elevator doors suddenly opened, and Yan Heng strode in. Song Nanke turned and walked away, calling out, "Nanke!"

With his wrist grabbed, Song Nanke closed his eyes briefly, turned around and smiled, "Is there something you need, Mr. Yan?"

Yan Heng's gaze lingered on the front desk and his neck for a moment.

Light ignites without wind, turning into heavy ashes in the man's eyes.

He pursed his lips slightly, his tone cold, "Song Nanke, you came all the way to my company just to attract attention?"

To attract bees and butterflies?

A nameless rage surged into her mind, and in her extreme anger, Song Nanke smiled sweetly.

"Mr. Yan is right. Life is short, so of course we should enjoy it while we can."

Song Nanke took two steps forward, grabbed Yan Heng's tie, pulled him down slightly, and pressed his lips against Yan Heng's earlobe.

"I bought a sheer nightgown; it should feel really nice to hug while I sleep."

He raised his eyes, pleased to see his gaze, like a scorpion's stinger, drawing a red line across Yan Heng's eyes.

"You don't want to?" His warm breath tickled the man's neck, and Yan Heng's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. "Want to try?"

He took out a fountain pen from the inside pocket of his suit, grabbed a tissue, and quickly wrote a few words by tracing the pen tip across Yan Heng's firm chest muscles.

"the day after tomorrow."

Song Nanke reached inside Yan Heng's suit jacket, stuffed a tissue inside, and lightly brushed the other's skin through the fabric with her fingertips.

"See you there."

Yan Heng looked down at him, his pupils like shattered black jade, the dangerous mist sealed within them slightly seeping out.

Song Nanke felt her waist being pinched quite tightly by the other person, and she just laughed and pushed the man away.

After turning around and taking a few steps, Song Nanke looked back and saw Yan Heng still clutching his chest.

very good.

Song Nanke sneered.

As I got into the car and closed the door, the driver in the front seat suddenly blinked, looking somewhat nervous.

Song Nanke asked him what was wrong, and the other person then began to explain.

“Your eyes are terrifying.” The driver flinched as he looked at him. “No wonder people in Bianjing say you’re a demon beauty, you look like you’re about to tear someone apart.”

Asura Beauty? What nonsense.

He did want to punch someone, but not the driver.

So what if you get addicted? It's not a big deal.

"Engineer Xu," Song Nanke called the company's R&D department, "when will the addiction remedy for that beverage be ready?"

Having received an answer in five days at the earliest, Song Nanke looked out the window.

The scenery beside me rushed past, and the traffic pulled the twilight strings too tight, so the melody of winter was out of tune.

Once I have an antidote, I can finally break up with this annoying rival.

No more burdens, no more intersections.

****

For some reason, everyone says Song Nanke is unhappy, even though he himself doesn't feel anything is wrong.

To cheer him up, his childhood friend specially arranged a gathering at the biggest bar in Bianjing, where all the guests were handsome male models.

Cool and aloof, ascetic, sweet, sunny, mixed-race, including Betas, Omegas, and even a few Alphas.

That day happened to be the day he and Yan Heng had agreed to meet.

He didn't go, of course; instead, he found an excuse to call Omega over.

He felt guilty for letting Yan Heng mistakenly drink the beverage he was addicted to, but by letting the two lovers be together, he would owe no one anything.

As Song Nanke was drinking with the hand of a beautiful woman, he had just opened his mouth when his phone started ringing incessantly.

It was Yan Heng.

He chuckled and pressed the button, but the other party persisted and actually called more than a dozen times.

Song Nanke was really annoyed, so he sent a message.

“There are rooms upstairs.” He typed quickly. “A rare treat like this, no need to thank me, consider it a treat from your father.”

Later, he drank a bit too much, and Song Nanke felt dizzy. His childhood friend sat next to him and joked with him.

"I thought you'd changed your ways recently, turning down all sorts of invitations. Anyone who didn't know better would think you were keeping a mistress."

"It's good that you came. Seize the day. This is the Song Nanke I know."

Keeping a mistress in a gilded cage?

What kind of beauty is Yan Heng? He's tall and big, and when he leans over, he's like a mountain.

Song Nanke chuckled softly, but a scene flashed through his mind.

Wearing a bite stopper, Yan Heng was bound to the bed, his gaze as radiant as a captured leopard lying in his eyes.

My heart started pounding uncontrollably a few times.

Song Nanke snapped out of his daze, but couldn't help coughing several times. What kind of horror story was this!

He was startled by his own thoughts and quickly pulled over a few more male models.

As night fell beneath the neon lights, Song Nanke tilted her head slightly. To her left, an Omega offered her fruit, while behind her, an Alpha gently massaged her shoulders.

The male models were all stunningly beautiful, their shadows like melting maple syrup, desperately trying to blend into Song Nanke's territory.

Song Nanke felt uncomfortable being touched by strangers, but in order to dispel the shocking image in his mind, he allowed a mixed-race Alpha to sit next to him.

The phone kept vibrating. When Song Nanke blocked Yan Heng, she was caught off guard when a ladyfinger was stuffed between her lips.

As soon as he looked up, a male model with a high nose, deep-set eyes, and glassy pupils came close and bit the other end of the biscuit.

When the biscuit broke crisply, the beauties next to him were somewhat dissatisfied, saying that they also wanted to eat the biscuit with Song Nanke.

With the Alpha beside him holding him, Song Nanke smiled and said, "Take your time and line up, don't rush," but then he saw Yan Heng.

The man was wearing only a black shirt in late autumn, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead and a very somber expression.

The light, like a wounded silver wolf, lingered in his deep, dark eyes.

"Why is President Yan here?" Song Nanke was a little surprised. Shouldn't this person be having a sweet time with an Omega? "So, I'm giving you your sweetheart and automatically withdrawing. Are you happy?"

These words pierced several cracks in Yan Heng's eyes, the depths of which were slightly red. He walked to Song Nanke's side, snatched the cup from Alpha's hand and drank it all in one gulp, then pushed him away, his hand covered in scars.

"Still not satisfied?" Song Nanke frowned. "The antidote will be sent to you in five days, Yan Heng. After that, we won't have to see each other again. Are you happy now?"

After saying this, Song Nanke thought Yan Heng would feel relieved, but unexpectedly, the other party's pupils were scorched, like the ocean drying up in an instant, and his expression became even more gloomy.

Why is this person so difficult to please?

Song Nanke was too lazy to deal with this person and just wanted to get rid of him. "Isn't that enough? I'm going to bring a beauty home later. Why don't you pick one too? I'll treat you to whichever one you like..."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Nanke was kissed tightly.

It was so hot that he almost suffocated.

"You dare bring someone else home."

The man's breath was hot, and his gaze was like that of a crouching tiger or leopard.

"I'll tie you up."