Chapter 23 Four love letters. I've been such a jerk, and you guys still like me...
The morning light was soft and warm, and it felt wonderful to be bathed in its gentle warmth.
After waking up, Yan Quan rubbed his eyes sleepily for a while. For some reason, he had a vague feeling that something was wrong.
"Attention all guests who have moved into the Love House: The love letters you sent last night have been delivered. Please check them on time."
"A special reminder to a certain Omega who did not write a letter: your mailbox has been closed because you missed the deadline. Please write a letter as soon as possible and deliver it personally to the Alpha you are interested in."
"A certain omega..." Yan Quan had just woken up, his mind still a little sluggish. After a half-minute pause, he pointed to himself at the camera and tilted his head, saying, "Me?"
[Aww, baby, so cute!]
Ahhh, Yan Haiwang always has this innocent, pure, and innocent vibe every time he wakes up.
"It's you, Quanbao! Go read the letter!"
[Go read the letter! You can only see the contents from your perspective. The Dogecoin production team has been keeping it a secret, and I've been wondering about its contents all night.]
I can't wait to see what kind of sweet nothings those brothel-like Alphas will write when they're vying for a man's affections.
[Urgent! I am King Gigi!]
"Alright, let's go check the letter." Yan Quan shuffled out the door in her slippers, her pajama pants pulled up to reveal a slender ankle.
"Actually, I don't think it's anything special..."
Anyway, the three Alphas were disgusted yesterday, so they definitely won't choose me. My mailbox is probably empty.
"Tap tap..." The soles of her slippers made a soft scraping sound as she walked down the stairs. Yan Quan yawned as she walked, and a few strands of hair kept dangling from her forehead and brushing against her nose, making her feel itchy.
The staircase of the Love House features an artistically designed glass mirror, reflecting Yan Quan's image as he descends the stairs on the other side...
He was tall and slender, with a very thin back. But he wasn't skinny; rather, he had beautifully defined muscles. His hair was very light, bleached to a pale gold color in the sunlight.
"Ah..." Yan Quan tilted her head to look at herself in the glasses and murmured, "My hair has grown so long..."
In the few days since returning to China, Yan Quan has been either jet-lagged or so busy that she hasn't had time to get a haircut.
Now the hair on the back of his head has covered the back of his neck, the wispy hair on his forehead has gone past his eyebrows, and a few slightly longer strands of hair stick up restlessly along the bridge of his nose.
"It's so similar..." Yan Quan's thoughts drifted.
Seven years ago, at the age of eighteen, Yan Quan had hair like this... covering the back of her neck and past her eyebrows, leaving only a pair of straight and captivating fox eyes.
Summers in high school are scorching and long, with the incessant chirping of cicadas seemingly never ending, lasting all day long.
The student behind him would always reach out a hand and casually stroke the back of Yan Quan's hair, saying, "Aren't you hot with your hair so long?"
Even with the air conditioning on in the classroom, fine beads of sweat still trickled down my ears and dripped onto the spread-out test paper... It was actually hot.
But eighteen-year-old Yan Quan was arrogant and stubborn, used to long periods of forbearance, and never easily gave in.
"It has nothing to do with you, Yan Ceyan."
Summer has come again, and the noisy chirping of cicadas is heard outside the window. Yan Quan's absent-minded thoughts are pulled back to the present timeline—the timeline of 24-year-old Yan Quan.
"Ugh, so annoying..." Yan Quan smoothed her hair, which was still sticking out of her vision, several times, but it still blocked her view. Finally, she gave up in frustration, biting her lip and saying fiercely:
"I'll shave my head sooner or later."
"Oh, baby, you're so cute! But you can't shave your head!"
[Who understands this little expression? It's so cute and adorable, it melts my heart, but you can't shave it!]
While a shaved head is often considered a standard for judging a man's handsomeness, is it possible that a handsome man would be even more handsome without a shaved head?
"I ordered it. This hair length is just right, giving off both beauty and handsomeness."
Don't cut it! Don't force me to kneel down and beg you...
While planning which barbershop in the capital to get a haircut, Yan Quan walked to the mailbox in the courtyard.
The three A's and three O's mailboxes are arranged opposite each other. The old-fashioned red mailboxes have the program team's large pink logo printed on them.
According to the order of appearance, Yan Quan is Omega 3, the third one in the Omega column. The mailbox was closed, so Yan Quan couldn't see if anyone else had a letter of interest in their mailbox.
In reality, Yan Quan didn't care whether others believed him or not, as long as he didn't.
With a relaxed attitude of "just going through the motions", Yan Quan casually reached his hand through the rectangular seam.
I knew the Dogecoin show would leave something in suspense; it wasn't one of those mailboxes where you could see everything as soon as you opened the cabinet door.
Blind boxes are everywhere (annoying!)
Oh my gosh, let me see whose letter is the first one! I'm so excited! (Laughing)
Yan Quan's hands were fair, the thin skin seemingly shrouded in a thin mist. Her arms, however, were long and slender, and she touched the bottom of her arm with ease.
Then he clearly felt an unusual sensation at his fingertips; the bottom of the metal mailbox should have been cool. But this felt like the warm, cold touch of parchment paper…
A letter? Yan Quan sensed something was very wrong.
Yan Quanxin reached his thumb to the bottom of the kraft paper and lifted the envelope, his heart sinking even further.
The thickness seems a bit off.
He felt the gaps with his thumb as he counted them: one, two... Yan Quan's heart grew colder with each count: three.
Speechless, Yan Quan frowned deeply, his face filled with disbelief.
There are three letters... How can there be three letters?
In this day and age, can a scumbag Omega who juggles three relationships and dates three Alphas at the same time be so easily forgiven? Have Alphas become so lenient?
After a few seconds of mental blankness, Yan Quan resignedly gasped, "Phew—"
It's okay... let's see first. What if all three letters were written by the same person? What if I triggered some kind of safety net, like the production team deliberately putting three blank letters in my mailbox (although Yan Quan himself thought the possibility of this was extremely slim)?
The more spirited he was when he reached into the mailbox, the more hesitant he was when he pulled his hand out.
Yan Quan's fingers traced a path up the wall, and when they touched a corner, his fingertips trembled slightly—it was quite terrifying; there was a letter hidden in this corner.
There are only three Alphas in total, so where did the fourth letter come from? Does this make sense? It makes absolutely no sense.
After finally taking out the four letters, he laid them out one by one on the table in the courtyard. Yan Quan glanced at them, his eyes growing increasingly dark.
I didn't think it was the production team's doing at first, but now that the numbers don't match up and there's an extra letter, it's definitely a shady operation by the production team to attract viewers.
Smoke bombs... all smoke bombs. After mentally preparing himself, Yan Quan calmly opened the first letter.
A quick glance revealed: bold and powerful penmanship...
Yan Quan was disappointed: There were words, and they were handwritten... This wasn't a human-machine interface.
"If you messaged someone else to provoke me, then you've succeeded. My interest in you is growing stronger." — Murong Yuan
Yan Quan said bitterly and helplessly: "Your CEO's thought process is really unique... He can even arouse your competitive spirit by making you a cuckold."
Never mind, never mind... Next letter. Yan Quan opened the second letter.
The letter page featured a lifelike portrait of Yan Quan drawn on the margin. "I know you're just playing around with others, but I'm your true soulmate." — Fu Duannian
Group sex is fine too... This is incredibly tolerant.
"I can't compare, I can't compare... Next letter." Yan Quan then opened the third letter.
He tried hard to write neatly, but it still looked average. It fits the stereotype of a "sports student." It's Shan Haotian.
"Choose me! Choose me! All the other Alphas are old, but I'm in my prime, full of energy, and can best satisfy you!"
Yan Quan: Knowing the three and acting accordingly, he felt no shame, but rather pride. There was simply no way to persuade him otherwise.
With lightning speed, Yan Quan opened three letters in quick succession. He sighed after each one he opened.
They were all real, living people.
By the time he opened the fourth letter, Yan Quan was utterly despondent, adopting a sorrowful, almost resigned, state of mind.
He wanted to see what kind of talented player could emerge from this pile of abstract numerical monsters.
The fourth letter, once opened, was filled with a faint perfume scent, the delicate fragrance of daisies.
"So you even know how to create a fragrant atmosphere..." Yan Quan gently pulled the letter out of the envelope.
The letter paper was pink, not the white one that Alpha uses by default. Yan Quan suddenly had a bad feeling.
Sure enough, when the folded letter was unfolded, it revealed the two large, messy, and illegible characters "Ji Yao" in a flamboyant and chaotic handwriting.
"Brother, wanna have a one-on-one relationship? I'm no less capable than Alphas. [heart emoji]"
The letter also included a high-definition close-up selfie photo... A local celebrity, well-versed in the art of pandering to fans.
While the first three Alpha letters were outrageous, they were still within Yan Quan's acceptable range. However, Ji Yao's letter dealt a severe blow to Yan Quan's already crumbling understanding of Alphas.
In a fleeting moment, Yan Quan recalled that sudden night, in the damp bathroom, the pervert shouting about his sexual encounter—
"Brother, what should I do? I like you more and more."
So... Ji Yao really wasn't lying.
He is indeed gay.
Furthermore, he is an extremely arrogant homosexual, openly displaying his affections and pursuing her openly and shamelessly engaging in lesbian relationships.
Ji Yao's explosive move not only left Yan Quan, the person involved, frozen in place, but also caused an uproar in the live chat.
"Wait, buddy, you didn't like Fu Duannian before? You actually like Yan Quan too (shocked)."
[Yan Haiwang is truly irresistible; he even attracted Xiao O (amazing!)]
So, what happened to Ji Yao in the bathroom that night... it's terrifying to think about, damn it, it's giving me goosebumps.
[Holy crap, holy crap, I need to cache this episode right now, or it'll be taken down tomorrow!]
[Holy crap, it really is gay! Ji Yao is so brave (shocked)]
Sisters, I went back and watched the earlier episodes again, and there were already some clues! Holy crap, Ji Yao's introduction was "Ao & Yi double kill" (meaning she could kill both A and B members).
[In other words, it means both AO and homosexuality are discussed, which is essentially the same as OO homosexuality.]
The production team is really something, digging up so many niche fantasies from some obscure corner (helpless).
[Insane! Utterly insane! A feat etched in the annals of romance dramas! She's got both A and B, truly worthy of our top succubus Yan Quan!]
[Program team, please update soon! Just thinking about the chaotic battleground of 3A1O later on keeps me so excited I can't sleep!]
[My precious baby...hehe...my precious baby...being coveted by so many people, you might get played with, hehe]
"Let's fight! Let's fight!"
Will Yan Haiwang (a notorious womanizer) arrange a four-person date later on?! I'm sitting here waiting...
Four love letters were lined up in a row, completely covering the small tea table in the courtyard.
An intense and undisguised admiration.
The viewers in the live chat were having a blast, praising Yan Quan's "superb and masterful skills," and eagerly anticipating his continued success in developing his "group activities" expertise...
But only Yan Quan himself knew that he was now like a candle flickering in the wind—burnt out.
The "popular scumbag Omega route" seems to have... backfired?
Not only is he not disliked... he can now be described as—gazing at the four letters lined up in a row, Yan Quan bit his lip bitterly:
AO is universally popular and quite well-received.
Then what happens next... Yan Quan stared, a bad premonition rising within him.
A damp, twisted professor-painter, an arrogant and conceited financial executive, a stubborn and single-minded male athlete... and a gay man who wants to have sex with him...
Will I... be "forcibly taken" by these people?
A note from the author:
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Don't be afraid of the fire in the Empress's harem! The next chapter will feature the main character parachuting in to put out the fire!
This makes it a chaotic battleground for five people! [noob]
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