Chapter 5 Chapter 5 Fragile as a piece of paper

Song Yuqiao's expression paused, and his gaze on Song Jianan's face suddenly became sharp, and the cold aura he had restrained was released without any concealment.

If there was an Alpha or Omega present at this moment, they would probably be so scared that their legs would go weak and they would stumble away, not daring to get close to him at all.

But Song Jianan was a Beta, and could not smell the pheromones silently permeating the air. He only saw that Song Yuqiao's face was very ugly, and the gaze he gave him was like a cold sword, as if it would pierce him in the next second.

The hint of a smile on Song Jianan's face froze, and panic gradually appeared on his face. He hunched his shoulders, lowered his eyes uncomfortably, and explained hurriedly: "I, I saw you rubbing your solar plexus, and I thought you were feeling unwell..."

The sound became smaller and smaller, and gradually became inaudible.

Song Yuqiao is an S-level Alpha. Not only does his physical fitness far exceed that of ordinary people, but his intelligence is also far higher than that of ordinary people. Because of his personal feelings for Song Jianan, he made a wrong interpretation of Song Jianan's behavior and reaction.

But Song Jianan's flaws were too obvious, and it was hard for him not to be suspicious. He quickly went over in his mind what happened when Song Jianan appeared in the company, and he understood what Song Jianan had done.

Once the drug took effect, the reaction came quickly. Song Yuqiao's cold white skin exposed to the sun seemed to be fumigated by heat, and a thin layer of pink appeared.

His face remained calm, his eyes scrutinizing, his tone slightly sinking: "Song Jianan, did you drug me? Why did you do that?"

Under his cold and sharp gaze, Song Jianan's thin body trembled slightly. Shame and guilt overwhelmed him like a surging wave. His lips trembled and he could not utter a word.

I simulated the scene countless times, but I couldn't remember any of the actions or words I had thought of. My mind was blank.

Song Yuqiao had just ignored him before and had never shown such a terrifying expression.

Song Jianan wanted to escape.

He regretted it.

Why didn't he think enough to provoke Song Yuqiao?

Song Yuqiao is of extraordinary status, high and mighty, cold and ruthless. Even if such a person falls into his trap, he will never agree to let a mediocre and boring Beta become his lover, not to mention that they were once brothers.

The young man sat upright on the sofa, the sunlight from outside shining in through the bright French windows, just brushing half of his cheek. A few strands of chestnut hair hung down, just above his eyelashes, and the ends of his hair were slightly curled, and the color was as light as gold under the sunlight.

A thin halo covered his snow-white cheeks, revealing his pale face. In the sunlight, one could almost see the frequency of his eyelashes trembling. His eyes were drooped, and no emotion could be seen in them, but one could imagine that those eyes must be filled with fear, panic and helplessness.

Song Yuqiao's body was tense, his hands casually placed on the sofa were bulging with thick and knotted blue veins, and his expression became increasingly cold and stern.

He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly, not wanting to look at his pitiful appearance, fearing that if he looked at it any longer, he would lose control and take that step.

At least, not now.

It shouldn't be this way.

When I opened my eyes again, everything was dark.

Song Jianan stood in front of him, trembling as he sat on his lap, and stretched out his arms to wrap around his neck. His movements were bold and unrestrained, but he kept his head down and did not dare to look at him.

Song Yuqiao's breathing suddenly stagnated, the veins on his forehead bulged instantly, and his cold face became even darker and more terrifying.

Song Jianan was almost crying, "Brother, please support me. I'm a Beta, more suitable to be supported than an Omega. I don't want your money. As long as you don't drive me away, you can sleep with me however you want."

He was very afraid of Song Yuqiao, but he was even more afraid of giving up halfway and falling back into the miserable situation of his previous life.

Song Yuqiao wanted to continue being his brother and was willing to protect him, but Song Yuqiao was not his brother, he was just a fake.

He wanted to seek Song Yuqiao's protection, but he could only offer the most precious thing and the only thing he had - his body.

Tears rolled down his cheeks uncontrollably and dripped onto his black suit.

Song Jianan sobbed and begged: "Brother, I beg you, please sleep with me, don't drive me away, okay?"

One hand gradually moved down, fanning the flames on the body wrapped in black cloth, and unskillfully pulled out the white shirt from the waistband, slipped in from the hem, and before it touched the bare skin, it was suddenly grabbed out by a big hand.

Song Yuqiao stared at him closely, breathing heavily, and his rapid heartbeat showed that he was not calm.

The cold voice was slightly hoarse and the tone was heavy: "Who taught you these despicable methods?"

"Didn't I tell you that as long as you don't want to go back to your biological parents' home, no one can make you leave?"

"I understand how you feel right now, but you'd better not do anything unnecessary, otherwise I'm not sure if I'm still willing to protect you."

No, you don't understand.

You have no idea what I would be forced into if I didn't do this.

Song Jianan shook his head desperately to refute in his heart, but in fact, he couldn't say a word.

He actually raised his head and moved closer, his lips pressed against Song Yuqiao's cold lips, his curled eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings.

Song Yuqiao's sharp eyes suddenly shrank, as if hidden by thick dark clouds, gloomy and terrifying.

He pulled Song Jianan away, stood up suddenly, and shouted sternly: "Song Jianan!"

The reaction became more and more intense, and Song Yuqiao could hardly hide his body's instincts. His mind gradually became a little cloudy, but still clear.

He turned his back, his cold and hard face looked a little embarrassed, his blood seemed to boil, the glands on the back of his neck were out of control, and rich pheromones spurted out, covering the sky and quickly occupying every corner of the office.

Song Yuqiao closed his eyes, suppressing the urge that was pounding in his limbs. He spoke slowly, each word clear and indifferent: "Leave here immediately. I can let this matter go."

Song Jianan couldn't smell his pheromones, but he felt that the temperature around him seemed to be a little lower, so cold that he shivered subconsciously.

His face was pale and tears flowed from his red eyes.

He threw away his pride and took the initiative to drug and seduce Song Yuqiao. It's not that Song Yuqiao didn't react, but he was actually indifferent.

He opened his pale lips, but his vocal cords seemed to be stuck and he couldn't utter a single syllable.

He tried to open his tearful eyes wide and looked at the tall and steady figure in the backlight, as if trying to get the man to turn around by staring silently.

Until his neck was sore and his eyes were sore from raising it, he still couldn't get Song Yuqiao to turn around and say that he regretted it and wanted to support Song Jianan.

The line of people waiting to be slept with by Song Yuqiao could circle the entire Yunjing countless times.

But he is just a mediocre Beta, neither smart nor handsome. With so many choices for Song Yuqiao, it is normal that she doesn't want to sleep with him.

I'm afraid Song Yuqiao has already developed a dislike for him in his heart, and the little affection he had for his former brother has disappeared completely today.

Song Jianan almost bit his lips.

He lowered his head, raised his arm to wipe his tears, turned and walked to the door, put his hand on the door handle, and paused.

Nearly desperate and self-destructive, he made one last attempt. His voice was very low and soft, but he knew that Alpha had good hearing and could hear his words clearly: "Brother, are you really unwilling to sleep with me? I will be very obedient. I will do whatever you want. Are you really not going to consider it?"

The figure with his back to him still stood there silently.

The pheromones spread silently, and it became even colder.

Song Jianan suddenly laughed, he didn't know what he was laughing at.

He murmured softly, as if talking to himself, his voice as fragile as a piece of thin paper that could be blown into pieces by the wind at any time: "It doesn't matter. If brother doesn't want to, then forget it. I was wrong today. I shouldn't have come to find brother. I should have found someone else. Others shouldn't be as picky as brother. I should find someone else."

"Goodbye, brother."

He spent all his money just to ask Song Yuqiao to sleep with him.

But Song Yuqiao didn't want to sleep with him, so he could only leave in embarrassment.

He truly has nothing now.

It’s nothing, at most it will be the same as in the previous life.

It doesn't matter, he's already died once.

Nothing could be worse than this.

Song Jianan pressed the door handle.

The pheromones behind him suddenly burst out, and almost at the same time, a figure passed by, bringing a brief cool breeze.

Song Yuqiao grasped his thin wrist and pulled him over. His usually cold face was filled with anger, his eyes were gloomy, and his voice was low and dangerous: "Who do you want to find?"

It seemed that in an instant, the seasons changed suddenly. The sun was shining outside the window, but it was covered with ice and snow inside. The cold was so severe that people's fingers were numb from the cold.

Song Jianan's face was pale and his eyes were filled with fear. He was so frightened by him that he didn't dare to speak at all. His lips and teeth were trembling, and the tears that had just stopped for a while began to fall again.

Song Yuqiao's gaze met his red and swollen eyes, and his breathing paused. The strength in his hands unconsciously increased a little, and the temperature around him dropped a few degrees.

Song Jianan's wrist bones were pinched and hurt. His delicate eyebrows were furrowed and he cried even harder.

Song Yuqiao stared at his eyes, his eyes dark.

Song Jianan moved his wrist, stammered, and finally managed to utter a word: "You, you don't care who I'm looking for, let me go!"

Not only did Song Yuqiao not let him go, but he pushed him against the door panel, making a loud noise.

Soon, the secretary's question came from outside.

Song Yuqiao ignored him, pinched Song Jianan's chin with two fingers, raised his head, and forced him to look at him.

"You really want to get into my bed?"

The cold air tightly wrapped around the person who was huddled against the door panel with no way to retreat.

Song Jianan felt a slight chill on his exposed skin. He probably guessed that Song Yuqiao must have released pheromones, which might indicate that Song Yuqiao's attitude had changed.

But he felt a rebellious resistance in his heart.

He ignored the pain in his back. He was obviously scared to death, tears were still flowing, but he said, "No, I don't want to. I don't want to get into your bed."

Under Song Yuqiao's gaze, any subtle changes in his expression were visible.

Song Yuqiao sneered in an ambiguous manner, which frightened Song Jianan.

He leaned over, his cold lips brushing Song Jianan's ears, his voice low and pleasant, but as cold as he was: "Jia Jia, be with me, no matter what you want or what you want to do, I can satisfy you."

Since Song Jianan insisted on finding a financial sponsor, he would become the financial sponsor.

Song Jianan's frightened rationality suddenly returned after hearing his words.

He slightly widened his dark eyes, his tears slowly stopped, his expression was a little dazed, looking at Song Yuqiao's cold and inhuman face, he subconsciously shrank back.

After a while, he raised his free hand and gently placed it on Song Yuqiao's chest. His eyes, red as rabbits from crying, were filled with hope, and his tone was filled with uncertainty: "Are you really willing?"

Song Yuqiao looked at him without saying anything.

Song Jianan understood what he meant. His frown relaxed, a faint smile appeared on his face, and he thanked him gratefully: "Brother, thank you."

Song Yuqiao's eyes became increasingly obscure and deep, hiding a dark fire that Song Jianan could not detect.

"Jia Jia."

He asked hoarsely, "Have you thought about it?"

Song Jianan blinked, seeming a little confused.

Song Yuqiao continued to ask: "Once you get into my bed, you can't like others or fall in love. You can only be kissed by me and sleep with me."

Song Jianan somehow heard a hint of danger in it and felt a little scared, but after thinking about it, he still nodded firmly.

His dark, ignorant eyes looked at Song Yuqiao, and his soft voice carried traces of tears as he said, "I've made up my mind."