At exactly eight o'clock in the evening, the bells rang melodiously.
The long, lingering melody complemented the tranquil night outside the window, making Tong Zhao's anxiety from the long wait seem to drift away with the tolling of the bell.
He closed his eyes briefly, picked up his incessantly ringing phone, and glanced at it.
Qin Daosheng was urging them.
Half an hour had passed. Tong Zhao rubbed the edge of his phone with his thumb, lost in thought: This person has no sense of time at all.
He was told to wait, but he never showed up.
A second call appeared on the screen; this time it was Qin Siyuan.
Do you want to go out?
Without hesitating for too long, Tong Zhao finally moved her finger slightly to mute her phone and tossed it aside.
He then relaxed his body, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes to rest.
...
"Asleep? That's impressive."
In a daze, Tong Zhao heard someone say this.
He struggled to lift his eyelids, his gaze slowly focusing on the tall figure at the doorway.
The overhead light cast a halo around the person, but it couldn't diminish the imposing aura emanating from them.
Tong Zhao's brain, which hadn't had enough rest for days, failed to reboot. Under this person's expressionless gaze, he stood there stunned for a long while.
Seeing this, Shan Song couldn't help but smile slightly, a faint smile appearing on his lips.
As soon as the door closed and she took two steps closer, Shan Song's long, elegant legs filled Tong Zhao's field of vision.
Tong Zhao subconsciously looked up, and his face, which had just been shrouded in light and shadow, boldly entered his field of vision. The close proximity made him squint.
The man opposite had extremely short hair and thick, dark, sword-like eyebrows that slanted upwards towards his temples.
Further down, dark eyes, a straight nose, and thin lips combine to form a cold and hard face with a strong sense of aggression.
It carried the aura of aggression unique to Alphas, but not a single trace of pheromones was leaked.
The fierce aura emanating from him suddenly reminded Tong Zhao of his childhood, when he would collect scrap metal discarded outdoors in the dead of winter.
It smelled strongly of blood and rust.
While Tong Zhao was lost in thought, Shan Song openly scrutinized the omega in front of him.
She's grown up a bit, and looks pretty much the same as I remember her, but I wonder if she's still as brave as she was back then.
As Shan Song recalled the scene from back then, the coldness in his eyes softened somewhat.
They first met at a hotel in Baisha.
At that time, he had just gained Zhou Muyuan's trust and was sent to Baisha to negotiate export materials.
Once this task is completed, he will likely have the opportunity to gain a deeper understanding of the company's business.
Therefore, he attached great importance to this meeting.
His stepmother wasn't as ruthless and malicious back then; she would just do annoying little things from time to time, which was very bothersome.
Dan Song's vigilance was impeccable, but his mistake was that he was busy day and night at the time and carelessly neglected his stepson who was only 13 years old at the time.
It wasn't until he drank the spiked drink and the suppressant in his bag was taken that Shan Song thought ironically: She really is birds of a feather with his mistress's mother, just as wicked.
Seeing that his pheromones were on the verge of going out of control, Shan Song tried his best to calm himself down.
There was likely signal jamming, making it impossible to contact the outside world by phone. After waiting for more than ten minutes to call room service without success, Shan Song knew that the hotel was unreliable.
At the time, there was a film crew on the same floor as his room, and every day a group of people with long lenses would surround the hotel entrance to take pictures, and people would often sneak in.
If he were to be exposed to the public eye like this, he would be guaranteed to appear in both the social and financial news sections.
The road out was also blocked.
Dan Song mentally listed the worst-case scenarios. He didn't know how strong the medicine was, and whether toughing it out would damage his glands. He wondered if his assistant had been sent away or bribed, and whether he could return before tonight.
Before he could come up with a solution that would cause the least damage, there was a sudden knock on the door.
Dan Song waited a few seconds, and then the knocking sounded again, two "knock knock" sounds in the same rhythm.
"who?"
"Room service," a soft voice came from the other side of the door.
Dan Song frowned, pondered for a moment, and said, "Go and get me a few injections of inhibitors."
"Yes, sir."
After a while, Shan Song's body became increasingly hot, and his vision even became somewhat blurry.
He forced himself to move to the bathroom in the innermost room of the suite, locked several doors and windows, and tried his best to stay awake by washing himself with cold water.
Following the customer's instructions, Tong Zhao quickly went to retrieve the inhibitor. He had just turned eighteen and was finally able to do some long-term, stable work to support himself.
His first official job was as a waiter at this hotel, where he was mainly responsible for cleaning rooms and responding to customer requests.
Today was his turn to be on duty. There were usually two older women on duty, but for some reason they weren't there today.
Tong Zhao searched through the warehouse for a long time but couldn't find the inhibitor. He frowned in confusion. These kinds of essential resources are usually replenished in a timely manner, right?
Thinking that the person's voice sounded rather heavy, he hesitated for a long time before taking out a box of inhibitors he had just bought.
The guests staying in those rooms seem to be quite wealthy; if you're lucky, you might get a hefty tip.
Back in the room, Tong Zhao raised her hand and knocked on the door three times, but there was no response.
"gentlemen?"
"..."
Could something have happened?
Tong Zhao hesitated for a moment, then took out the room key from his pocket.
The door suddenly dinged, followed by a clickâthe sound of the lock turning automatically.
"gentlemen?"
"Sir, your inhibitor has been brought over."
Tong Zhao mustered her courage and called out through the crack in the door, then cautiously slipped inside: "Sir, are you alright?"
But as soon as he stepped into the room, he was frozen in place by the overwhelming pheromones in the air, as if he had entered a crime scene, with the scent of blood and rust assaulting him.
The oppressive alpha aura made him want to turn around and rush out the door, but his physiological instinct to submit made his legs weak and uncontrollable.
Tong Zhao stood there trembling, unable to regain control of her body for a long time.
A faint, fresh orchid fragrance gradually filled the air, spreading and permeating the air.
Unconsciously, Shan Song's nose twitched. The violent emotions raging within him were soothed by the calming breath, and his muddled brain regained consciousness for a moment: omega?
He struggled to sit up and peered warily through the window toward the door, but no one came in for a long time.
I heard no sound, but I could faintly smell the fragrance of orchids.
Dan Song's mind was in turmoil. Was it sent by his dear younger brother?
"Who's there?" he shouted sternly. "Get out!"
Soon, a muffled thud sounded, like flesh colliding with something, followed by a trembling voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz: "The inhibitor is at the door!"
The door slammed shut, but the scent of orchids still lingered in the room.
After a moment of reaction, Shan Song slowly reached out and unscrewed the layers of locks he had left on the door, finally making his way to the entrance.
After checking the packaging and batch number, it really is an inhibitor.
Could it really be room service? Where did this clueless newbie come from?
After hesitating for a moment, Shan Song tried injecting one vial. The inhibitor took effect quickly, and Shan Song felt better. She returned to her room to rest for a while.
Unexpectedly, in my half-awake state, the sweltering heat returned, even more intense than before.
The figure tossed and turned in the darkness, finally opening its eyes in frustration and uttering a few curse words.
With a wave of his hand, all the inhibitors on the cabinet were swept to the ground. Shan Song's face darkened like the clouds before a storm, as if a knife was about to fall.
Taking a deep breath, Shan Song made a decision with a calmness that bordered on coldness.
He checked the door locks again, sealed the doors and windows as tightly as possible with whatever he could find in the room, and cut strips of cloth to tie himself securely to the headboard.
Let's just get through this.
As his consciousness gradually faded, Shan Song scoffed at his own foolishness in trusting others despite his stepmother's blatant malice over the years.
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