Chapter 8

Who is it that you truly love?

Song Nanke looked at the other person.

With his waist gripped by the other man, Yan Heng stared intently at him.

"Are you really stupid or just pretending?" The man paused. "Song Nanke, can't you tell?"

The closer the man got, the more Song Nanke felt her heart pounding.

He turned his face away. "Fine, if you don't want to talk about it, then don't."

Her chin was grabbed and then snapped back in an instant.

Yan Heng stared at him, his pupils suddenly blooming with cosmic nebulae, locking Song Nanke's reflection like a silver chain.

"I don't like you."

The man paused.

"I love you." He kissed Song Nanke's eyes. "Close your eyes, they are so bright they make my heart flutter."

The moonlight outside the window was bright, like a wishing bottle that had crossed the sea, and with a splash, all the silver coins inside fell into my chest.

Song Nanke's eyelashes fluttered, and when she regained consciousness, she realized that she was already returning the kiss.

He never imagined that he could get seasick on land.

Later, the two were exhausted and collapsed on the bed. Yan Heng even pressed his teeth against the back of Song Nanke's neck.

"Kneel down."

Song Nanke flew into a rage and kicked Yan Heng away.

He stepped on the other person's shoulder, pinning him down.

Yan Heng looked up at him, his black pupils burning hot and red.

He smiled, knelt down on one knee, grabbed Song Nanke's ankle, and turned his face to lightly brush his lips against hers.

Depend on.

That's a pervert.

"I told you I love you." Yan Heng leaned closer, placing his arms on either side of Song Nanke. "Song Nanke, what about you?"

The wind was silent inside the room, but a rustling sound filled Song Nanke's heart.

"Then why—" He pursed his lips, trying to sound nonchalant, "why did you tell Chu Ling that you don't like me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Heng's expression turned very awkward.

“My brother and I have similar tastes.” He closed his eyes briefly. “If Chu Ling knew I liked you, she would assume my brother was also interested in you, and I wonder what she would do.”

Song Nanke: "...Huh?"

What is this all about?

"You're already attractive enough as a person, and yet you actually went on a blind date with my brother."

The man looked at him, his tone chilling.

"It's driving people crazy."

"It almost made me think that you were just a dream, and that you would disappear without a trace when I woke up."

**

Before dawn, Yan Heng sent Song Nanke back.

The other person was like they were possessed last night, causing trouble until the early hours of the morning.

As a result, he was completely dejected, while the other party was full of energy.

They're both Alphas, so why is there such a huge difference in their physical abilities?

Song Nanke glared at the other person, but Yan Heng curled his lips at the rearview mirror.

The man's features were somewhat cold, and when he smiled, there was a kind of rich, oil painting-like beauty that seemed to break through the frame.

Song Nanke ignored him. What was he laughing at? He never had good intentions.

He didn't dare turn around when he got off the bus, but the other person called out to him as he was about to enter the door.

"You forgot something."

The man, wearing a long blue trench coat, leaned against the black car with his arms crossed.

Song Nanke reached into his pocket and realized he had left his keys in the car, so he turned around and went back.

But as soon as he got close to the other person, he was pulled into their arms.

The man lightly kissed his forehead, his smile faint. "You forgot your good morning kiss."

The light danced and shimmered, and the sky appeared in layers of blue to him, like roses formed from ocean waves.

My heart pounded, as if the strings of a musical instrument had been out of tune, and the notes had fallen to the ground.

Song Nanke pushed the other person away, but Yan Heng's smile deepened, and he took off his scarf and hung it around Song Nanke's neck.

"Take good care of yourself." He paused for a moment. "It's cold, and I've never seen you wear a scarf."

Song Nanke practically fled in panic and began to examine himself.

Is he a looks-obsessed person who falls for Yan Heng's charms?

**

Song Nanke hadn't contacted Yan Heng for several days; he would hang up abruptly with both text messages and phone calls.

It wasn't that he didn't want to contact the other party; it was that something had happened to his family's company.

I don't know who it is, but they're desperately shorting their stocks in overseas markets. They already have a new factory built at home, so their cash flow is already tight.

He was overwhelmed with other commitments.

He personally organized this new product launch, attending to every detail.

They even invited hosts from top-tier technology channels, just to generate buzz for the event.

However, an hour and a half before the show was scheduled to start, news broke that the host's car had been hit and he had suffered a head injury, and had been taken to the hospital.

It's getting more and more chaotic and wrong.

With everything ready, Song Nanke pursed her lips and then decided to take charge herself.

The room went dark, and the countdown to the press conference flashed on the huge LCD screen. Song Nanke went on stage with his speech draft folder, and his heart skipped a beat when he opened it.

Blank.

At this point, he keenly sensed that someone was deliberately making things difficult for the Song family.

If it were an ordinary host, they would probably go completely blank if given a blank script.

Unfortunately, he ran into Song Nanke.

He came up with the entire plan himself, working with his team. He knew everything about it, from the overall architecture to the specific numbers.

So he put down his prepared remarks and began speaking eloquently in front of the big screen, starting from the very beginnings of the Song family, telling a perfect brand story.

Several trending topics about Song's new product immediately appeared online, and the number of new media platforms that simultaneously broadcast the launch event increased, with even the live streaming rooms almost bursting at the seams.

During halftime, the media swarmed around Song Nanke, interviewing him one after another.

He was relieved.

Finally, it lived up to everyone's expectations.

But at that very moment, someone burst into tears and rushed onto the stage.

I beg you.

The beautiful Omega stepped onto the stage, her face as pale as cracked porcelain, her eyes a deep red, as if shattered flower petals.

"I'm pregnant with Yan Zheng's child, please don't ruin my relationship with him, okay?"

It's Chu Ling.

These words were so explosive, they caused a huge uproar.

The lecture hall fell silent for a moment, as if all sound had been silenced, before erupting into a cacophony of voices, like the buzzing of a swarm of bees.

This person is insane.

As Omega swayed and knelt before him, countless media cameras were focused on the two of them.

"We were already talking about marriage," Chu Ling said, her eyes brimming with tears. "But then he wanted to marry you. As an Alpha, please don't steal my husband from an Omega, the father of my child, okay?"

Is this guy crazy?

Isn't he Enigma?

How could they put on this show here?

The incident happened so suddenly that Song Nanke was unable to defend himself.

He didn't try to hide the fact that he had gone on a blind date with Yan Heng's brother. Everyone in the Bian City business circle knew about it, and some gossip media also recorded photos of the two of them going out together.

However, the news of Yan Heng's brother's engagement to Omega being broken off has been reported by many media outlets.

Reporters swarmed in, and countless insults flooded the live stream.

Those who interfere in other people's relationships will not have a good end.

People who are involved in extramarital affairs should get out of the tech industry.

Who would dare use their products? Wouldn't they get infected with a sexually transmitted disease?

Song Nanke didn't dare look at her phone at all; she could only imagine how turbulent social media was.

He stepped forward and pulled Chu Ling up, grabbing her collar and speaking harshly.

"I don't care how you slander me," he said in a hoarse voice, "but if you ruin the press conference, Chu Ling, I won't let you get away with it."

"What, you want to lay a hand on me?" Chu Ling stared directly at him. "Try laying a hand on an Omega in front of the national media."

"Who do you think you are, an Omega!"

Song Nanke felt a throbbing sensation in his temples, blood rushing to his brain, and his entire chest feeling like it was on fire.

"He didn't interfere in our relationship."

A clear, crisp male voice rang out.

Brother Yanheng looked terrible, pale like a long-necked porcelain vase that had been broken and then pieced back together.

"I'm an Omega too."

He looked at the other person with a mocking expression and showed them the medical test report in his hand.

"How do you get together with an Omega?"

Omega—that is, Chu Ling—changed his expression in an instant.

His pupils were like a black box that had lost its jewels, instantly covered with verdigris.

The man concealed all his vulnerability and tears, becoming as sinister as a sculpture formed from shadows.

Chu Ling is actually very tall, but she is too beautiful and often shows a shy expression, which makes her seem as delicate and fragile as a camellia.

But at this moment, he exuded a terrifying sense of oppression.

It's like he's become a completely different person.

"To protect your dignity, I can pretend to be an Omega for the rest of my life."

He took a few steps closer to Yan Heng's brother.

"You've even abandoned your self-respect for Song Nanke?"

Chu Ling seemed extremely angry; the muscles in his cheeks were contorted, which was out of place with his handsome face, like a painting that had been ruined.

Song Nanke stood in front of Yan Heng's brother, feeling that Chu Ling was acting very strangely, like a crazy time bomb.

However, before the other party could get close, someone suddenly pushed Chu Ling aside and pulled him into their arms.

"Song Nanke is getting engaged to me soon."

The newcomer's voice was languid yet chilling, the last syllable like a shark's fin gliding across the sea.

"I don't have time to interfere in your relationships, Mr. Chu."

These words were like boiling oil, instantly causing the entire scene to boil.

The flashbulbs were so bright they were almost blinding, and countless reporters tried to break through the security cordon to cover this dramatic moment, more exciting than any prime-time soap opera.

On the monitor screen at the studio, all three live streaming rooms were overwhelmed with viewers, and the barrage of comments was so dense that it was almost impossible to read the content.

Some people lamented how dramatic the incident was, while others were shocked by the complexity of the relationships among the individuals involved.

Many people also say that having two A's is the best, it's so appealing.

Regardless, all negative comments about Song Nanke and the Song family were wiped out overnight.

Yan Heng glanced at the two embracing, his expression extremely indifferent.

"Mr. Song is indeed getting engaged to my younger brother."

He glanced apologetically at Song Nanke, then walked up to Chu Ling with a frosty expression.

The latter, Yan Heng, approached, his eyes suddenly ignited, and his throat moved as if he wanted to say something.

"Chu Ling, get out of here immediately."

Yan Heng's voice was extremely cold.

"Otherwise, Mr. Song and I will immediately sue you for defamation and damage to the reputation of the Yan and Song families."

**

Taking advantage of the emotional entanglements of the Song, Yan, and Chu families, Song's new product launch dominated several trending topics on Weibo and short video platforms, each followed by the word "hot".

#Nebula Technology Press Conference#

#The most shippable romance between two Alphas#

#The marriage alliance between Yan and Song rose the stock price by 10%#

The public relations firm commissioned by Song worked overtime to leverage the public opinion hype and push the product promotion to its peak, which later became a typical case in public relations and media.

Amidst a deluge of public opinion, Song Nanke successfully concluded his press conference.

Yan Heng had someone wear the latter's coat to distract all the reporters, and the two of them, along with his brother, left via a side road.

I just drove the car out of the parking lot. Yan Heng's brother was in one car, and Yan Heng and Song Nanke were in another.

However, their way out was blocked by a silver-gray Lamborghini.

It's Chu Ling.

He pushed open the car door and got out, his face pale, but his pupils were like blazing torches. He knocked on Yan Heng's window a few times.

Yan Heng rolled down the car window and said something, and Chu Ling's face turned almost deathly pale.

The car window was rolled up, but the man held it in place with his hand, and blood seeping from his hand gradually slid down the window.

Song Nanke frowned, feeling that this person was too stubborn, so he got out of the car and pulled Chu Ling out abruptly.

Brother Yanheng drove off immediately.

When Song Nanke saw Chu Ling turn around, he felt a chill run down his spine.

The light in that man's eyes was like the white bone showing through a scarlet wound, chilling and menacing.

Chu Ling shoved Song Nanke, then turned to drive off to chase after Brother Yan Heng.

However, he had only taken a few steps when he saw Yan Heng's car suddenly overtake the two of them and crash into the Lamborghini on the road with a loud bang.

The front of Chu Ling's Lamborghini was instantly dented, and the side lights shattered into dust.

With the engine roaring incessantly, Yan Heng floored the accelerator, forcefully pushing the silver-gray car all the way to the side of the road, where it crashed into the bushes.

Yan Heng's car was reversed and returned. Apart from some paint peeling off the front, there was no major damage.

He got out of the car and pulled Song Nanke into his arms. "Chu Ling, try touching Song Nanke again, and try bothering my brother again."

"I guarantee your fate will be the same as that car's."

**

The marriage between Yan Heng and Song Nanke was thus arranged.

The Yan family apologized to Song Nanke, saying that his brother's romantic entanglements had caused him trouble.

The elder brother was overwhelmed with mixed feelings and could no longer continue the engagement, so he asked if it was possible for Yan Heng to marry in his place.

Looking at the man standing at the window with a faint smile, Song Nanke thought to herself that this man was indeed calculating every little detail.

It was clearly his own wish, but it became compensation for Yan Heng's guilt.

However, he was also an accomplice.

“Okay.” Song Nanke smiled and turned to look at Yan Heng. “However, I will be the husband and he will be the wife.”

Seeing Yan Heng's expression suddenly change, Song Nanke walked up to the man and lifted his chin.

“You handle domestic affairs, I handle external affairs,” Song Nanke said arrogantly. “If I tell you to go left, you can’t go right.”

"You'll agree to this?"

"What's so difficult about that?" Yan Heng pulled the other into his arms, gently kissed his forehead, and said in a very low voice, "As long as you satisfy my craving, I will be your subject forever."

Depend on.

Song Nanke wanted to kick the man, but he showed a vulnerable expression.

"Honey," he said, his voice almost pleading, "please?"

My cheeks suddenly felt burning hot, it was awful.

Song Nanke pursed her lips, her heart pounding wildly.

One night of pheromone addiction left a person so intoxicated that they couldn't wake up.

Unwilling to be controlled by the other party, Song Nanke dragged people to the research institute and the addiction treatment.

Since the two understand each other's feelings, there is no need for any external forces to disturb their relationship.

However, after the two drank the antidote and were hugged by Yan Heng, Song Nanke would still tremble involuntarily.

He was immediately furious and blamed the researchers for their ineffective addiction treatment.

The researchers were puzzled, so they took the two of them to get tested.

“The addictive drugs have long been metabolized.” The researchers looked at the report. “However, it is true that when you hugged, your hormones and heart rates spiked, more intensely than ten doses of addictive drugs.”

"I'm afraid no one can cure these symptoms."

**

On the way back, Song Nanke was a little depressed. Did he have an incurable disease?

Just touching it makes me tremble?

Yan Heng parked the car by the tree-lined road and pulled his lover over.

"Fool." His nose touched Song Nanke's, and he lightly pecked at the latter's lips. "What incurable disease? It's just being smitten."

The wind carries the faint scent of broom flowers from the woods, and the leaves rustle.

The shimmering lake outside the window reflected in the car's interior, like flowing light and a chaotic heartbeat.

"Then you'll spend your whole life healing me."

Pressing the man's neck down, Song Nanke returned the kiss.

"You must not break your promise."

Yan Heng chuckled softly and poured all his answers into a kiss.

Passion is hard to control, and addiction is incurable.

Love is an incurable disease; only each other can be the cure.

Year after year, forever and ever.

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