Chapter 7 The breath whispered in his ear was "Get lost..."
The Vaughan family has a long history of hereditary marquises.
Since Gena's father and brother died in the battle with the Zerg, as compensation, His Majesty specially approved a piece of land in the most scenic area of the First Star for the Vaughn family to build a manor, to show his favor to the entire family.
It was night and the sky was completely dark.
On a damp midsummer night, the Vaughan family's castle nestled alone in the deep blue. Faint lights shone through the crystal windows, like silver sand drifting in the night.
Gradually, the silver sand melted into a pile of square ingots - as the night deepened, the lights in the manor became clearer.
"You guys go down and rest first." Gena, wearing a tailored long gown, looked tall and strong. He held his cane and instructed the servants who had just lit the lamps.
After hearing what the master said, everyone responded respectfully and then left.
Gena sat alone in the empty living room, turning the fox-patterned ring on his thumb, and couldn't help pursing his lips.
It's crazy.
He just received a confusing note from Zhang Yunli, but he actually stayed up late at night waiting for someone to come to his house.
The clock on the wall chimed, and another hour had passed. Gunnar's mood grew worse as he waited, and he had almost lost all his patience.
Maybe that hateful guy Fu You was just playing a trick on him.
The next day, when Fu You see himself appearing in front of the other person with two stupid dark circles under his eyes, he will definitely laugh so hard that he can't straighten his back!
The night wind suddenly picked up, and Gena suddenly came back to his senses. He narrowed his emerald eyes and finally decided to give up this ridiculous behavior.
However, just as the head of the Vaughn family stood up.
Ding Dong——
The crisp sound of the bell announcing the visitor's arrival passed through the arched corridor and reached Gena's ears clearly.
He opened his eyes slightly, with a look of surprise in his eyes.
That guy Fu You actually came?!
Before the doorbell rang a second time, the intelligent computer received the owner's order and welcomed the late-night guest into the living room.
A black figure walked in, his whole body wrapped tightly in a cloak. The cold light could only illuminate a pair of high-heeled short boots on his feet.
Just looking at the familiar figure, Gena held the cane in both hands and raised his chin proudly and majestically.
He snorted coldly, "What brings you here, Lord Beaumont?"
Glancing up and down at Fuyou's attire, Gena couldn't help but sneer, "Even the most respectable lady on the First Star wouldn't be as cautious as the Count when meeting her lover."
A soft laugh came from under the cloak, and Fu You immediately took off his hood, and his medium-length hair like golden threads flowed down his shoulders, creating a dazzling and gorgeous look in the room.
Fu You curled his lips, and the look in his green eyes fell on Gena who was sitting in the main seat with a half-smile.
He took out a bottle of red wine from his arms and blinked: "I brought a gift to apologize for what happened this day."
Although the bruises from the punch had disappeared, the stinging sensation seemed to spread back to his nerves when he was looked at like that.
Gena's face darkened instantly: "Fuyou!"
"Hehe, just kidding." Fu You walked to the table with a smile, picked up the cup, and wiped it inside and out with a napkin.
His movements were so familiar that he seemed like he was at home.
Gena frowned again and couldn't help staring at him.
Fu You was completely unaware. When he bent down slightly to pour the wine, his beautiful golden hair meandered down in front of his chest. His snow-white face was particularly eye-catching against his dark clothes.
His slender fingertips were wrapped in leather gloves as he pushed the poured wine glass in front of Gena. "I'm visiting you today because I do want to discuss a collaboration with Mr. Vaughn."
Gunnar didn't take the cup.
Fu You raised his eyes, his thick golden lashes casting a shadow beneath them. His lips maintained a perfectly curved curve as he invited, "Gerna, would you like to join me in hunting tigers?"
As soon as the words fell, Fu You clearly saw Gena's eyes tremble and shrink.
However, the shock was short-lived. Gena's face immediately hardened, and he looked at Fu You with a critical gaze: "How come I didn't know that the Earl also had a hobby of hunting?"
Fu You chuckled. He first picked up the other cup prepared for him, took a sip slowly, and shook the glass towards Gena: "It's clean, not poisonous."
Then, he simply sat on the armrest of Gena's sofa.
The distance between the two of them suddenly became very close, so close that Gena could see the visibly paleness on Fu You's overly beautiful face.
Fu You inherited his father's hair and eye color, but his features shared his mother's soft, oriental features. His nose was high, his brows narrow, yet his features weren't three-dimensional, with jagged, lumpy lines, but rather delicate and elegant.
Under the light, Fuyou's slightly long hair hung down on her eyelids, and her skin was so white that it was almost translucent, a sickly and fragile white.
So much so that Gena was in a trance for a moment when he looked at his face, and almost subconsciously wanted to ask for the answer.
However, he was not given the opportunity. Fu You continued, "Did you know? As a gift for his promotion, Grand Duke Longbardi gave his son, Lawen, a very good sword."
This practical question brought Gena back to his senses.
Realizing his trance just now, his ears instantly turned red, but fortunately his fiery red hair covered it up so that no one noticed.
Perhaps feeling embarrassed, the man's tone became harder, his expression expressionless and sarcastic: "Of course. Unfortunately, thanks to the Earl, Lawn's knife can no longer be used."
Fu You seemed to have lost track of what Gena meant. He chuckled again, lowering his eyes and shaking his wine glass. "I've seen that knife. It's really quite good. Especially the ruby on the hilt."
"Brilliant, pure, and brighter than blood... hehe." Fu You leaned forward, and the distance between him and Gena was very close.
A dark, cold look lingered beneath his narrow, emerald eyes. He asked with a smile, "Gerna, do you know how many people died transporting this stone from the distant mining planet to the Prime?"
Gena was momentarily stunned by the question. He stared blankly at the cold light in Fuyou's eyes, which was like a burst of ice flowers, and felt a strange sense of unfamiliarity.
"341 people."
Gena's heart was shocked and his expression became solemn in an instant.
"Just for a knife, a useless knife." Fu You retracted his gaze and looked at his slender fingertips wrapped in black leather: "It's really a priceless wound."
His voice suddenly dropped, a stark contrast to his usual contemptuous tone, which was always tinged with a smile. "That's not fair, Gnar."
Gena's words aroused his anger towards injustice - he actually heard a hint of compassion in the young man's last sigh.
However, he immediately remembered that the person who said this was Fu You.
Fu You, the power-loving and unscrupulous person.
Gena woke up instantly.
He held his cane, still not picking up the wine glass, just staring at Fu You: "So?"
Fu You smiled again. He placed the cup against Gena's perfectly ironed chest, and his lips, stained crimson by the wine, pressed against the man's ear. "Kill the tiger, cook a pot of hot tiger soup, and let everyone from the First Planet to the remote mining planets have a taste. That's what we call fairness."
The family crest of the Longbardi family is the tiger stripes.
From the moment Fu You entered the reception room until now, it was self-evident who the "tiger" he had been talking about was.
Fu You's voice was always elegant and melodious, and every word he spoke was like a love poem. But at this moment, the emphasis on the word "kill" was so strong, with a slight muteness, that it instantly burned Gena's ears.
His back stiffened and his knuckles gripping the cane tightened slightly.
The next second, Fu You sat up straight again, shook the wine glass, raised his head and took a sip slowly.
While drinking, his emerald pupils kept glancing at Gena who seemed to be in deep thought.
Another gust of night wind blew through the porch and into the living room. The edge of Fuyou's wide cloak brushed against the back of Gena's palm, carrying a strange fragrance.
After a long time, Gena finally spoke.
He asked in return: "How can I trust you, Fuyou?"
"Who knows if this is a trap?" Gena stared at Fu You's pale face, his tone as harsh as ever: "The Fu You I know is not such a pillar of the empire who cares about the country and the people."
Faced with the man's almost interrogative attitude, Fu You was stunned and blinked.
Then, he suddenly kept holding the cup and laughed out loud.
Gena's train of thought was interrupted by his sudden laughter, and he looked at Fu You with an incredible look in confusion.
"You overestimate me, Lord Vaughn!" Fu Youxiao's face flushed red as he smiled for a long moment. He wiped away the tears that had seeped from the corners of his eyes, his thin red lips curled as he looked at Gena.
"I want to overthrow Lombardi because I want his position. You see, there are only so many positions up there. Only when he falls will I have a chance."
The young man said this despicable excuse in a matter-of-fact tone, which made Gena feel dizzy and absurd.
——But this is the Fu You he knows.
That's right.
This reason seems to be Fu You's motive.
It was hard to tell whether he felt relieved or disappointed, as Gena pursed his lips.
Fu You was still sitting on the armrest of the sofa with cold lines. He still had no intention of getting down, but just put the cup in his hand on the table.
"As for trust...ha, what's so hard about that?"
As he said this, Fu You stared at Gena. His snow-white skin was soaked with sweat from laughing just now. A few strands of his golden medium-length hair stuck to the sides of his face, and there was an indescribable nonchalance between his eyebrows.
He suddenly raised his hand and unbuttoned his tight shirt.
The fair white collarbone was instantly exposed to the air. Gena only took a glance and the hairs on his body instantly stood up.
He quickly looked away, his tone changing, and he gripped his cane in frustration: "Fuyou, you, you...don't forget, I'm a beta!"
Does this guy want to win him over and bribe him by such underhanded means?
What a disgrace!
With the rustling sound of fabric, the sweet and dangerous smell in the air suddenly became stronger.
Gena sat there stiffly, forgetting that he had the option of walking away - his face was so red that even the color of his hair could not hide it.
Faced with the man's reaction, Fu You raised his eyebrows in confusion.
"Of course I know, Lord Vaughan." He smiled again, took Genna's stiff hand and placed it on the back of his neck: "But I think you may not know very well..."
Those sweet words were like the tongue of a snake, licking at Gena's mind bit by bit, making him tremble inexplicably, and all his thoughts were bewitched and numbed by the scent that seemed like poisonous incense.
Until your fingertips touch the extremely smooth skin.
Gena's palm trembled, his emerald eyes widened instantly, and he wanted to retract his hand as if frightened.
But the next moment.
The uneven texture touched by his fingertips made his pupils shrink slightly.
The young man held his palm and guided him to trace the outline of the small mark on the smooth skin - it was clearly a clear tooth mark!
In an instant, a very absurd possibility surged into Gena's mind. His mind buzzed, and he looked at Fu You in astonishment.
In his impression, Fu You is always cold.
Even though she was always smiling, that smile never reached her eyes. It had a cold and sweet floral fragrance, and was like the icy scales of a poisonous snake, making people feel cold at the touch.
Gena hates hypocritical people, especially Fu You.
But now.
This cold fellow's breath was scalding hot in his ear. Fu You's eyes were still red from a smile, and a damp mist with a poisonous fragrance seemed to rise from beneath them. Her face was as white as snow, and her lips were as red as fat.
The mist enveloped Gena completely in an instant, making it seem as if there was a layer of membrane between his sight and hearing, and all his senses became dulled - only Fu You's voice with a chuckle reached his ears clearly.
Fu You held his hand, guiding Gena to feel for the tooth mark on the back of his neck, and said with a smile:
"I'm an omega."
"I have told you my deepest secret, my dear Lord Vaughan."
Fu You loosened his knuckles, but Ke Gena's hand was still on the back of his neck. The smile on his face deepened.
The beautiful head of the Beaumont family looked at the handsome man in front of her, her thick golden eyelashes half-closed, and said innocently: "Is this secret enough to gain your trust?"
An omega who hid his identity for so many years and even became an earl of the empire.
How ridiculous!
If he makes this news public, then in less than half a month, this beautiful omega in front of him will lose his surname and become a vassal of another family.
From then on, for the rest of his life, he could only be pitifully violated and marked by some unknown alpha until he gave birth to one pure-blooded offspring after another. Those eyes that always contained a false smile would no longer radiate any light of power.
Almost instantly, Gena realized that he had the power of life and death over Fu You.
But then, before he was shocked, another kind of doubt arose in his heart, making him feel uneasy.
——Who on earth marked Fuyou? !
Could it be...
Thinking of Knight Bo's subtle attitude during the day, Gena's face suddenly darkened.
Unable to explain his mood, Gena instinctively curled his fingers.
His fingertips brushed against the omega's sensitive glands, causing Fu You's eyelashes to tremble, and his breath seemed to carry an astonishingly hot and humid temperature.
Gena suddenly came to his senses, a look of discomfort flashed across his face, and he withdrew his hand in panic.
I was upset and my mind was in a mess. I didn't know which one to take in first.
The man didn't understand what he was thinking. He finally picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip as if to hide his feelings.
However, when his lips touched the wet rim of the cup, and an extremely sweet floral fragrance spread across his mouth and tongue, Gena's eyes froze, and when he realized something was wrong, his cheeks instantly flushed!
Damn it! He, he took Fu You's wine glass by mistake!
Seeing Gna nearly smash his cup in shock, Fu You couldn't help but laugh, his shoulders shaking. He took his cup from the poor man whose brain had stopped working, raised his head slightly, looked at him, and took a sip.
When Fu You was drinking, the Adam's apple on his exposed neck rolled slightly, and he drooped his eyelids and glanced at the Beta who looked extremely embarrassed with a half-smile.
A vague laugh escaped from his throat, and most of his graceful shoulders and neck were exposed to the air, his skin as smooth as jade.
My heart suddenly beat so hard it almost jumped out of my chest.
Gena's face was so hot that it was almost steaming, and he turned his eyes away in panic.
When he lowered his head, he saw Fu You's hand holding the wine glass, with a fox ring pinched between his knuckles.
?
The man's eyes froze for a moment, then he opened them wide and looked at his palms.
——There is nothing where the thumb should be.
Damn it, when!
The ambiguous and charming atmosphere dissipated in an instant. Veins popped up on Gena's forehead, and he gritted his teeth and growled, "Fuyou!"
Fu You put down his cup and laughed so hard that tears came out. He ignored the angry Gna.
Instead, he put the ring on his thumb in a provocative manner.
The red ring was a circle larger than the young man's slender knuckles, but Fu You didn't care. He turned the ring twice playfully, raised his eyes again, and looked at Gena.
Under Gena's extremely embarrassed and annoyed gaze, Fu You curved her eyes, and gently touched the fox's muzzle with her thin red lips, and said in a frivolous voice:
"It's a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Vaughn."
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