Chapter 7 Two Alphas Competing for One Omega (Part 2) Coaxing Two Alphas...
The arm-wrestling match between Murong Yuan and Shan Haotian was nearing its end, but Yan Quan's presence as a "spectator" reignited their passion, and they fought fiercely again.
Murong Yuan tensed his forearm, causing the Rolex watch strap on his wrist to tremble slightly, flashing dazzlingly. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his icy, chiseled face seemed somewhat flustered.
Dan Haotian took off his red sports jacket, revealing only a tight white tank top. "He looks slim in clothes, but muscular when he takes them off." When he bent his elbow, the muscles in his arms were clearly defined. He gritted his teeth, and the veins on the back of his hands were prominent, like winding rivers.
As expected, Yan Quan started his strong reaction again as soon as he arrived.
[Alpha's usual peacock-like display before Omega]
The CEO, who was just on the verge of collapse, seems to have suddenly been given a boost of blue buff, haha!
This is the power of courtship.
The CEO's arms are clearly the result of a disciplined person who works out regularly.
[To be honest, it was already good enough. The banana puppy is clearly athletic; the president may have lost, but he deserves credit.]
Haha, thank goodness the puppy ate that banana, otherwise it would be too weak to continue.
Ding!
With a dull thud, Murong Yuan slammed his hand heavily onto the marble tabletop. His wrist was already red, and a deep mark was left on the skin beneath his watch strap.
He glanced quickly at Yan Quan, then immediately looked away with his cold gaze, his lips twitching slightly. His tone carried a hint of resentment and helplessness: "I lost."
"It's nothing, brother." Shan Haotian's voice carried a hint of mockery. "This is how I make a living."
Despite saying this, Shan Haotian's eyes were fixed on Yan Quan. He sat with his chin slightly raised, revealing a smug and proud smile to Yan Quan.
His undisguised, eager eyes seemed to burn with a fire, silently proclaiming—"I won."
At this moment, Yan Quan seemed like some kind of "trophy" that he had won.
Even if all he won was a simple arm-wrestling game.
Yan Quan, of course, understood that look, and a knowing sneer arose in his heart:
All Alphas in this world are the same. Because they are born into a position of controlling the vast majority of social resources, they are used to looking down on others, belittling and demeaning them.
They viewed Omega as an "accessory," with outstanding Omega being nothing more than a "high-end product" with higher added value and prestige.
They were so conceited that they took it for granted, and they were unaware of the arrogant and haughty habits they displayed.
Yan Quan already had a foolproof formula and technique for dealing with such Alphas.
So Yan Quan stopped at the top of the stairs, refusing to take another step, standing there quietly. Across the distance, his lively, smiling eyes sparkled, and his thin lips parted slightly, silently mouthing the words:
"You're really good."
A barely audible rustling sound drifted gently through the air, as if everything around us had blurred out like a movie background...
Dan Haotian could only see Yan Quanying's smiling face slowly walking up the stairs.
Being praised is a very pleasant experience.
Moreover, the sender is an Omega with top-tier looks and temperament.
His vanity and competitiveness were greatly satisfied, and Shan Haotian unconsciously dug his fingernails into the table.
He felt his adrenaline surge back to competition levels, and it was even more exciting than before.
As expected, Shan Haotian stood up excitedly and strode towards Yan Quan to greet him.
Upon seeing this, Yan Quan, who was standing at the top of the stairs, slowly lifted his foot and walked over.
"Well... we're arm wrestling." Shan Haotian's tone was a mix of feigned indifference and barely suppressed boasting.
"Did you...see that just now?"
“I saw it, I saw it very clearly,” Yan Quan said with a light laugh.
I didn't actually see it.
Or rather, Yan Quan's attention wasn't on him at all.
What's so interesting about arm wrestling? Yan Quan prefers more brutal and bloody battles...
Inside the narrow arena, a bare-chested, scarred Alpha, his eyes bloodshot, fought against ten opponents, all for the sake of making him smile.
"Your muscle definition is very solid, it's obvious from long-term training." Yan Quan's expression remained unchanged as he continued to spout formulas. "It's not surprising that you could beat me."
He has used the line "You are good at XX, I know XX" on countless Alphas.
It works every time, and it's always effective.
A faint smile played on Yan Quan's lips as he stared intently at the person, his pale pupils reflecting a bright, sparkling light.
Every Alpha who had come into contact with Yan Quan, without exception, mistook the reflection in the pupils for a form of reverence and admiration, and then fell into a blissful illusion of "self-charm."
Dan Haotian was no exception. He suddenly felt his blood surging and churning. "Arm wrestling is nothing. The weight of the dumbbells I use in my usual training..."
"You know pull-ups, right? Actually, the proper form... uses your biceps... your forearm muscles..."
"Hmm...yes...okay." Walking to the table in the lounge area, Yan Quan could no longer hear the buzzing noise around him. His gaze fell on the other corner of the sofa.
Murong Yuan sat there with his eyes lowered, his hair slightly damp with sweat, casting a bluish shadow under his eyes.
"Here you go." Yan Quan took out a pack of wet wipes that he had prepared in advance from his pocket and gently handed it over.
“…Hmm?” Murong Yuan looked up at him in surprise.
Yan Quan's eyelashes fluttered slightly, supporting the slight curve of her eyelids. "Your hand..." She raised her wrist and shook it, her tone slightly pained: "It's bleeding."
"Oh." Murong Yuan's usually cold voice held a hint of panic: "I..."
The wound was probably caused by excessive force in the arm movement, which accidentally scratched the metal watch.
But Murong Yuan was unwilling to explain, because it would seem like he was making a clumsy excuse for his failure.
He didn't want to expose his embarrassment to others, especially not to Yan Quan.
"You probably used too much force with your wrist just now. Actually, relying solely on wrist strength like that is a disadvantage..."
Shan Haotian fits the stereotypes society has about some well-developed, single-celled organisms, especially in his inability to speak appropriately in different situations.
Murong Yuan almost thought this guy was deliberately provoking him.
As a business elite who has been navigating the social landscape until his late thirties, he felt somewhat embarrassed to be being "guided" by a young man who had clearly just graduated.
Why did you choose to arm wrestle?
Just as Murong Yuan's expression was starting to falter, Yan Quan timely stopped Shan Haotian's "general theory of exertion" and cleverly changed the subject.
"This is... well, a common yet somewhat rare trait. Everyone just knows how to use force..." Yan Quan's eyes crinkled as she glanced at Shan Haotian.
"But someone as proficient as you still needs... professional training."
Yan Quan emphasized the word "professional".
What Shan Haotian heard in his mind was: "Aba aba... Everyone else just knows how to use force, aba aba... You're so proficient... aba aba... You're so professional."
Shan Haotian: He praised me.
So he put in even more effort, and began to confide in Yan Quan about "professional training": "When I first entered the sports school, I didn't know anything either, but later the coach told me..."
But when Yan Quan's words reached Murong Yuan's ears, they conveyed a completely different meaning. His hand holding the wet wipe paused, and a slight, almost imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He felt he was being presumptuous, but his years of experience in business made him clearly sense that Yan Quan's words had a hidden meaning.
Yan Quan explained for him: he lost because he "simply used force", while Shan Haotian was able to win because of "professional training".
Murong Yuan lowered his head and silently reviewed Yan Quan's seemingly casual question in his mind: "Why choose arm wrestling?"
The more Murong Yuan pondered those words, the more he felt that Yan Quan was questioning the fairness of the competition…
Yan Quan felt wronged, and Yan Quan was "on his side." Upon reaching this conclusion, Murong Yuan's frustration and disappointment almost instantly vanished, replaced by a warm sense of comfort.
It seems that Yan Quan saw through the outcome of this "childish game" and chose him because he was more mature in terms of social experience.
This allowed him to regain the dignity of Alaph, the decisive and domineering elite in the business world, on the show.
So he found the wet wipes Yan Quan handed him much more palatable, and finally had the leisure to disinfect his not-so-deep wound.
However, because the disinfectant effect was too irritating, and the pressure applied was too strong, the area between the eyebrows tensed instantly due to the sudden stimulation: "Sss..."
Then at the same time, he felt a warm hand gently pat him on the back.
He looked up slightly and saw Yan Quan. Although he was talking to Shan Haotian, he was subtly watching him out of the corner of his eye.
He seemed to relax his shoulders, but in reality, he secretly reached out his arm through the high sofa back and gently patted his back with his palm.
It seemed to be saying silently, "I understand you. You agreed to this pointless competition simply to maintain politeness and deference to the younger person. I didn't expect him to take advantage of it and think he's so great. But actually, you're much better than him..."
Warm fingertips gently caressed his back, touching and then parting. But Murong Yuan felt a raging fire burning from his scalp down his spine.
An Omega, and a beautiful, intelligent, sensible, and understanding one at that.
Now, out of consideration for my own feelings, I'm forced to feign politeness and chat with a reckless and arrogant junior.
A possessiveness, like wild grass, burst forth from his chest, and Murong Yuan's eyes grew increasingly intense: he wanted to snatch Yan Quan back from this idiot named Shan Haotian.
The perspective of the person involved is limited, but the cameras of the production crew are everywhere. Yan Quan's "silky combo" was thus fully witnessed by a large number of netizens in front of the screen.
This is pure seduction.
Wow, that's amazing! A top-tier succubus!
[How to navigate between two A's and make them both think I like them]
[They coaxed me into becoming an embryo by two Alphas]
"Yan Quan, you should start a class. I'll pay and learn on my knees."
It felt like a movie just for the three of them; Ji Yao and Lin Mo couldn't even get a word in edgewise.
"I've got some tea, not to brag."
Wow, their skill level is so high! It feels like Yan is playing them both.
At the same time, flirting with two Alphas—isn't that just plain being a womanizing scumbag Omega?
What did Yan Quan do wrong? He just wanted to give all A's a warm home.
This is the behavior of a queen, Your Majesty!
[Hehe, I hope you encounter a queen like that when you're dating (disdain)]
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