On the other side, after escaping from that room, Tong Zhaoben returned to the duty room, his heart still pounding in the nightmare-like atmosphere.
He took a sip of water, forcing himself to calm down.
Should we talk to the supervisor? After all, uncontrolled pheromones can be quite dangerous.
Tong Zhao looked around; the two aunties hadn't returned yet.
In those few seconds of hesitation, a new call appeared on the control panel in front of me.
After finishing her work and returning home, Tong Zhao overheard a conversation between two women at the entrance of the duty room.
"Won't something bad happen if we just leave 1602 like this?"
"It's the boss's request. What does it have to do with us if someone wants to scheme against him?"
"But that person is also a boss, so I'm afraid that when it comes to settling accounts, the hotel will push us out to take the blame."
"Isn't there also Xiao Tong..."
1602? Was that the person from just now?
Tong Zhao was feeling very uneasy; he cherished this job quite a bit.
But going or not going is not an option either.
Tong Zhao gritted his teeth and decided to go and take a look, since he had already given away his inhibitors.
When Tong Zhao arrived at the familiar room door for the third time, he was a little nervous. He had changed into casual clothes, put on a hat and mask, injected inhibitors in advance, applied barrier patches, and even brought a small knife.
I carefully checked the security camera footage in the hallway, then reluctantly opened the door again.
The suppressant at the entrance had been removed, but the pheromones in the air were still so strong they made one's legs weak.
Tong Zhao closed the door, tapped a few times on the control panel, and turned on the purification and ventilation functions.
After doing all that, he cautiously peeked inside twice.
The person is not here; they should still be inside the room.
The windows were completely blocked, but one could still vaguely sense the dangerous atmosphere emanating from inside.
Don't inhibitors work?
Tong Zhao was puzzled. She pulled down her mask, held her breath, and moved her feet to the door of the inner room.
He knocked lightly twice and asked, "Sir, are you alright? Do you need any help?"
"..."
"gentlemen……"
"Get out!" came an extremely angry roar from inside the room.
Simultaneously, the air was suddenly filled with a surge of pheromones, which startled Tong Zhao so much that he immediately took a few steps back and fell to the ground.
Tong Zhao wanted to run away again; he didn't want to get himself involved.
The moment I gripped the doorknob, it suddenly occurred to me: had this person misunderstood something?
A sudden flush rose to his face. He turned and took a few steps, then shouted, his neck stiff, "I'm not offering special services."
After thinking for a moment, he added, "It has nothing to do with the people who plotted against you."
Seeing that no one inside was cursing him anymore, Tong Zhao lowered her voice: "Don't hold it against me, I'm just a waiter, I just got you the inhibitor..."
Give me some of your pheromones.
The barely suppressed, hoarse voice in the room interrupted him.
Tong Zhao was taken aback and wanted to refuse, but seeing that the person had locked himself in the room, he didn't seem to have any ill intentions.
"Wait a minute."
He looked around, found the bathroom closest to the door, locked the door tightly, pushed the cabinet to block the doorway, held a small knife in his hand, and instructed the person inside through the blinds: "I'm giving you pheromones, don't come out!"
Tong Zhao removed the barrier, and the fragrance of orchids permeated everything, penetrating through the two layers of doors, bypassing the living room, and reaching Shan Song along with the omega's voice.
“I heard from people that you were set up, and the boss told them not to interfere with you.”
"But they want me to take the blame. Can you please not include me when you're settling accounts?"
"I heard you're a boss too. I've helped you out. Could you introduce me to a new job? Just a waiter or waitress would be fine."
"It's okay if you don't help, but I bought the inhibitor myself. Can you reimburse me?"
There was no response from inside. Tong Zhao pouted and muttered, "Never mind then, just don't retaliate against me..."
"..."
The soothing effect of the omega pheromones eased Shan Song's tense nerves a little. He glanced at his wrist, which was bruised and purple from being bound by the cloth strips, easily freed one hand, picked up a suppressant, stared at it for a few seconds, tore it open with his teeth, and stuck it into his arm with one hand.
The soft, murmuring voice of the omega outside the door continued to chatter in the background, but it wasn't annoying.
After injecting several doses of inhibitors, Shan Song slowly put his hand back, reinforcing the restraints once more during the brief respite.
Inhibitors are fine, but because their effects are so strong, they don't work very well.
At most, it might keep him from having a little bit of rationality left and preventing him from rushing towards that weak omega outside.
Leaning against the wall, Shan Song's lips twitched slightly as he thought to himself, "This hothead has some nerve."
Judging from his young age, he asked, "How old are you?"
The person on the other end hesitated for a moment, then obediently replied, "Eighteen."
"You're not going to school anymore?"
There was a moment of silence on the other end: "...Hmm."
"I'll sponsor your studies."
This time, the other person remained silent for a longer time before cautiously asking, "Really?"
"Well, I can only provide financial assistance secretly. After you leave, resign from your job, and I will entrust someone else to provide you with financial assistance."
"...You're not lying to me?"
Shan Song suddenly felt a mischievous urge: "If you help me, your boss will definitely fire you. What can you do if you don't listen to me?"
Tong Zhao choked up, and after a long while said angrily, "Then I'm leaving."
"Sorry, just kidding. I'll help you." Shan Song resumed his usual composed demeanor, as if he wasn't the one who had just made that nasty joke.
Tong Zhao didn't want to talk, so he silently released his pheromones, which clearly showed emotional fluctuations.
Shan Song raised an eyebrow: "What's your name?"
“...Tong Zhao”.
"Um."
"And you?"
I won't tell you.
"..."
The compatibility between him and this little omega should be quite high. The effects of the drug in his body were quickly weakened, but the drowsiness brought on by the side effects enveloped him again. Shan Song barely managed to stay conscious by talking to this little omega.
He said some more random things, and when he couldn't hold on any longer, he said softly, "That's enough, you can go now."
"Oh!" Tong Zhao reattached the barrier, moved the cabinet aside, and peeked out of the bathroom.
Looking up, I noticed that the obstruction in front of the window of the inner room had been removed at some point.
Through the window, he met Shan Song's gaze directly into the room.
At first glance, he looks fierce; at second glance, he looks a bit disheveled.
On the third glance, Tong Zhao's dagger fell out of his pocket.
A few seconds of silence.
A smile suddenly appeared on Shan Song's tired face, which was usually devoid of any expression.
He praised her, saying, "She has a very strong sense of vigilance."
"..."
Tong Zhao hurriedly picked up the small, deadly knife, lowered his eyes, and said, "Then I'm leaving."
"Wait a minute," Shan Song called out to him. "If anyone causes you trouble, contact this number."
Tong Zhao silently memorized it.
The person on the other end said again, "Thank you, Tong Zhao."
"You're welcome," Tong Zhao said.
...
Although I wasn't fully conscious at the time, that face was so memorable; she was absolutely stunning.
Dan Song lowered his eyes and gazed at his little benefactor, whom he hadn't seen for five years.
He recognized the man at a glance in the banquet hall. After observing him for a while on the second floor, the anger he had been provoked by his idiot brother miraculously dissipated a little.
There were rumors that he was not satisfied with the marriage, but now it seems that this may not be the case.
"It's you?"
The omega in front of him finally reacted, his tone full of disbelief, his eyes wide open in shock, as if all the sleepiness he had just felt had completely vanished.
"Hmm." Shan Song narrowed his eyes, his expression calm and indifferent: "Shan Song."
With her suspicions confirmed, Tong Zhao was overjoyed: "Mr. Shan, I am Tong Zhao."
"Yes, I know."
Seeing his undisguised relaxation and joy, completely different from his restraint in the banquet hall just now, as if a soul had suddenly been injected into an empty shell, making him more human, Shan Song put away his teasing intentions.
"Tong Zhao, it's been a long time."
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