Chapter 8 Beauty is a Lure (Part 1) With that face, one should be with...
The chaotic "room selection" drama has come to an end, and the intricate web of relationships is beginning to emerge, soon to escalate further...
After everyone tidied up their rooms, they went downstairs to the living room and were pleasantly surprised to find a feast prepared by the production team laid out on the dining table.
The dishes are exquisite and plentiful. Sweet and sour pork ribs, steamed sea bass, coconut chicken, shredded pork with garlic sauce... all the cuisines of the People's Republic of China are available; salmon sashimi, mousse cake, fruit salad... Western flavors complement each other perfectly.
A rectangular solid wood dining table with three seats on each side. Six empty chairs, corresponding to the three A's and three O's.
Having just finished the physically demanding task of tidying up the room, everyone was starving and in dire need of energy.
Choosing a seat is a skill, and for Alpha, a silent competition has already begun.
Shan Haotian and Murong Yuan simultaneously fixed their gazes on Yan Quan's body language, thinking that once they figured out where Yan Quan was sitting, they would quickly grab the seat next to him.
This way, they can not only help serve food and water during meals and offer words of comfort, but also subtly touch shoulders, allowing for more intimate physical contact...
However, rivalry can happen in an instant, and sometimes it can be even more intuitive than the person you're pursuing.
Dan Haotian and Murong Yuan had the same plan, and then their eyes met unintentionally, creating a slightly awkward atmosphere.
Dan Haotian, young and fearless, glared at Murong Yuan first, baring his pearly white teeth to assert his dominance, his mouth forming an arrogant and provocative gesture:
"Don't even think about sitting next to Yan Quan."
Murong Yuan was not about to swallow this insult. He raised an eyebrow and gave the other person a cold look that was "three parts mockery and ten parts indifference".
"have a finger in the pie."
With single eyelids facing double eyelids, the two inexplicably began to stare at each other childishly.
[Everyone's watching; the lip reading is too obvious.]
Haha, rivals in love are fiercely competing, their eyes are especially red with envy.
I'm starting to ship you two.
Yan Quan couldn't care less about the fierce competition between the two A teams right now.
There's nothing special about it; the main reason is that I have new goals.
The target hadn't arrived yet, which was why Yan Quan had held back. Now that the target, pushing up his glasses, came into view, Yan Quan finally moved forward slowly.
Fu Duannian arrived late; his face was pale and his lips were bloodless due to dehydration.
"Sorry, something came up and I was held up." Fu Duannian said, bowing slightly in apology, and pulled over the nearest chair.
Ji Yao was sitting right next to him.
Lin Mo was sitting next to Ji Yao.
Wow...
Yan Quan's eyes curled into a sly smile. He went to great lengths, crossing most of the dining table from the far right to the far left, and then "showed off" by sitting down in the chair opposite Fu Duannian.
Okay, now the situation is even more chaotic. It presents a bizarre pattern of "Fu Duan Nian as the central vertex, with three Omega radiating outwards".
Wait, 30-inch waist and 1 A-inch hip?
Fu Duannian, you're a lucky guy!
Is Yan Quan shifting his target?
He's been collecting cards, and now only Fu Duannian hasn't collected any left...
[So awful, completely disregarding other people's sincerity (rolls eyes)]
"What's wrong? This is a romance simulation, isn't it? Can't you interact with a few more Alphas? Why do you have to focus on just one?"
[Support, the Qing Dynasty is long gone, yet you're asking people to live like widows on dating reality shows (I don't understand)]
The audience was arguing heatedly, while Murong Yuan and Shan Haotian were even more puzzled, their eyes scanning Yan Quan and Fu Duannian warily.
Dan Haotian, being the first to lose his temper, asked, "There are plenty of other seats over there, why did you go all this way to choose this place?"
The implication is: Did you intentionally want to sit with Fu Duannian?
Murong Yuan's gaze was also fixed on Yan Quan, waiting to demand an explanation from him.
"The harem is about to catch fire," Yan Quan merely blinked indifferently, her clear, bright eyes appearing pitiful.
Her tone was soft and gentle, with a hint of grievance at being doubted: "This side faces the window, so the air isn't so stuffy."
[What an outrageous reason]
Um... even my three-year-old son wouldn't believe that excuse.
This is top-quality green tea; its aroma is wonderful.
If you had simply said you wanted to sit with Ji Yao and Lin Mo, that would have made more sense.
Alpha just likes you, he's not stupid.
"Then... I'll go turn on the humidifier." Upon hearing this, Shan Haotian took off running.
"I'll go open the window a little wider," Murong Yuan said, fearing they would fall behind, and followed closely behind.
Yan Quan's fox-like eyes fluttered slightly as she smiled and said softly, "Thank you."
"You believe it...you believe it?"
Okay, I was wrong, they're really idiots.
[Murong, you're supposed to be a domineering CEO! Where's your judgment? Love really does make people stupid (helpless)]
[I get it, it's about her face! Yan Quan's little green tea expression just now was absolutely pitiful.]
[I've already said it. All those green tea tricks are just a facade; it's all about having a pretty face. (bitterly)]
"If I had Yan Quan's face, I could date three A's at the same time, and that would be their good fortune."
[That's how Alphas are; their values follow their physical appearance. A beautiful Omaga always has a reason for everything she does.]
Meanwhile, a high-end private apartment in District A of the capital
Since the premiere of "Heart Signal 2," the once empty and silent living room has been playing the show on repeat 24/7. The volume is turned up to the maximum, and the cacophony of background noise is enough to lift the ceiling off. But despite this level of noise disturbance, not a single resident has complained.
Because there is only one owner of this entire building.
The man was cutting his steak with a knife and fork while watching the latest episode of the show. His eyes were half-closed, and the faint scar beneath his eye curled into a slight smile as he stared into the distance.
He has become a loyal viewer of the show.
Or rather, a die-hard fan of someone.
Opposite the projection screen was a huge glass wall, densely covered with photos of the same Omega.
This Omega smiled brightly and charmingly on the show, completely outmaneuvering the three Alahs.
The silver cutlery slid across the bottom of the ceramic plate, making a harsh scraping sound. Alpha's deep voice seemed to be suppressing some kind of jealousy and possessiveness.
"Yan Quan, your methods are truly infallible."
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After everyone had chosen their seats and settled down...
Lin Mo frowned slightly as she looked at Fu Duannian's unwell face, and a pair of shallow dimples appeared on her lips: "Are you feeling a little unwell? You don't look too good..."
"It's nothing." Fu Duannian smiled nonchalantly. "It's a stomach problem; I've already taken my medicine."
"Oh, oh... okay." Lin Mo really lacked social experience and replied dryly, "It's good that nothing's wrong."
Ji Yao was engrossed in playing a match-3 game, her long, sparkly nail polish tapping rapidly on her phone screen. Realizing Fu Duannian was sitting next to her, she gave a perfunctory lift of her long eyelashes and let out a soft, breathy sound from her nose: "Mmm."
That means I've asked.
Fu Duannian was sitting on the far left, with a glass and a kettle on the table. He turned around with a smile and asked, "Would you like some water?"
His head was turned towards the omegas, but his gaze was fixed solely on Yan Quan: "Orange juice or milk?"
Ji Yao didn't even lift her eyelids, her fingers continuing to swipe across the screen, "Milk."
Lin Mo echoed, "Me too."
"Okay." Fu Duannian nodded, poured a glass of milk, and handed it to Lin Mo. Lin Mo carefully took it with both hands, nodding shyly, "Thank you."
"And you?" Fu Duannian looked up and asked Yan Quan, then his eyes widened in surprise.
Yan Quan rested her chin on her fingers, tilted her head, half-closed her eyelashes, and stared straight at him with her watery pupils: "I'll just drink water."
The voice was deliberately soft, the clear ending tone as if imbued with the aroma of mint candy, subtly scratching at the heart like a hook.
"You even remembered to pour us water, you're such a kind person."
I'm starting with zero frames.
[Wow, that pure yet alluring expression is almost too much for me, an Omega!]
[Yan Quan is flirting again (laughs while covering face)]
[A was so stunned by the bait that he was completely dumbfounded, hahaha]
Go ahead and fish, I'm used to Yan Haiwang (a notorious womanizer).
Yan Quan's face is so damn good-looking, both beautiful and cool, no wonder she does such a variety of things.
"Pouring water is no trouble at all, don't mention it." Fu Duannian paused for a moment, then hurriedly adjusted his glasses: "Would you like warm or cold water?"
Yan Quan's hand, resting on her lap, unconsciously touched her lower abdomen, her smile still vivid and radiant: "Warm water."
Yan Quan appeared to be exchanging glances with Fu Duan Nian, but in reality, he was constantly observing Ji Yao's reaction out of the corner of his eye.
Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down to the chair like a waterfall, resembling a piece of silk shimmering with silver. Ji Yao rested her hands on the table, still playing a match-3 game.
But his attention was clearly not focused, his performance was poor, he misread several patterns and wasted several moves... He had already revived once this round, and it looked like he was going to lose again.
Yan Quan understood: his interaction with Fu Duan Nian had indeed affected Ji Yao.
"Your water." Just then, Fu Duannian stretched out his arm and handed over a glass of warm water that was two-thirds full.
Yan Quan reached out to take it, her fingertips lightly brushing against the back of Fu Duannian's hand, her voice soft and pleasant: "Thank you."
Fu Duannian's hand holding the cup trembled slightly, and he almost dropped it.
The water was at just the right temperature, and it felt wonderful as it slid down her throat and into her stomach. Yan Quan drank it all in one gulp, then gently swirled the glass between her fingers.
With water stains still on her lips, Yan Quan deliberately stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked them, a dreamy smile in her eyes, her true intention not to drink, she said, "Can I have another cup?"
I'm still fishing.
Who could withstand such a combo?
Forget Alpha, I, a B, am already hooked.
O is also hooked. Can I be allowed to possess Fu Duannian's soul? I'll do anything for you.
A note from the author:
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Since the mad dog's screen time is a little later on, and to increase the presence of the "main character," we'll be interspersing his scenes a bit more later. (Haha, it sounds like a celebrity observation room in a dating reality show!)
Let's use "at the same time" as the signal to smash the cup.
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