Chapter 2 Finding a Way Out
Wen Song and Zhao Mingzhuo took the elevator to the first floor.
The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, showing no sign of stopping. Raindrops fell in lines, flowing down the slope of the bluestone slabs and gathering into puddles in the low-lying areas.
Wen Song tilted her head and asked, "Aren't we going to the parking lot?"
Zhao Mingzhuo was replying to a message when he heard what Duan Ze said. He put his phone away and said, "I didn't drive here. I hitched a ride with Duan Ze."
Wen Song rarely attends such gatherings, for no other reason than that he is busy and not very familiar with Zhao Mingzhuo's friends. Only when the other party is drunk will he occasionally appear to act as a designated driver.
If Zhao Mingzhuo hadn't driven to the party, he wouldn't have been invited, but today—
Zhao Mingzhuo took out a cigarette case from his pocket, put a cigarette in his mouth, then took out a lighter, shielded his face from the gust of wind, tilted his head, and with a click, the flame kissed the cigarette butt and lit it.
He toyed with the silver metal lighter between his fingers, exhaled a beautiful smoke ring, and said, "Let's take a taxi."
Wen Song frowned slightly.
I realized that this was a pointless trip, a waste of time and energy.
Seeing that Wen Song did not respond, Zhao Mingzhuo said again: "Sorry, Xiao Song, I just realized that I didn't drive today."
Zhao Mingzhuo took the initiative to explain that Wen Song naturally wouldn't hold it against him. The slight unpleasantness stemmed from having to drop what he wasn't doing after receiving the call and rush over only to find himself having made a wasted trip.
Remaining calm, she nodded and said, "It's okay, I'll take a taxi home myself."
Strictly speaking, their relationship itself involved a transaction.
There is no need for anyone to coax anyone else.
At that moment, the elevator behind me made a "ding" sound, accompanied by the sound of rain and footsteps in the quiet, spacious environment, as well as the oppressive feeling of Alph's unique essence mixed in with the stuffy, humid air.
Before Wen Song could even look behind him, he heard Zhao Mingzhuo, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, lazily extend his hand to greet the newcomer with practiced ease.
"Ah Sui, why did you come down here too?"
Hearing the affectionate address, he turned around and happened to meet Guan Ju's gaze.
———That's the highly aggressive Alpha.
Guan Ju's eyelids drooped, his face was cold and world-weary, his bone structure was excellent, and his dark and deep eyes looked at people with a sense of detachment and indifference. When he heard Zhao Mingzhuo call him, he shifted his gaze from Wen Song to the other person.
"boring."
"Go back to sleep."
Zhao Mingzhuo nodded, his eyes fixed on Guan Sui. "You drove here, right? I remember you didn't drink tonight. Could you give me and my boyfriend a ride?"
"It's not easy to get a taxi now that it's raining."
Guan Sui shifted her gaze to Wen Song, who was standing to the side, silent but politely nodding as a greeting.
The lighting in the private room was rather dim, so he couldn't see very clearly. Only now did Wen Song realize that Guan Ju's facial features and bone structure were so outstanding that he was the most handsome and aggressive Alpha he had ever seen among so many celebrities and ordinary people.
As a Beta, even though I can't smell the other person's pheromones, I have this inexplicable feeling that my legs are about to go weak and I'm about to kneel down.
It makes people subconsciously want to stay away.
in addition---
Wen Song is thoughtful and meticulous.
From the interaction between the two, it was discovered that Zhao Mingzhuo, who was usually lawless and reckless, showed an almost imperceptible fawning and unusual emotion in front of Guan Ju.
Guan Ju's identity is not simple.
Even though Zhao Mingzhuo was both the crown prince and a good brother, he still had to show some respect.
Wen Song thought to himself that he must never provoke this top-tier Alpha in Suicheng in the future.
It's best to take a detour if you see the other person.
"Sure." Guan Ju's voice was somewhat indifferent.
After finishing his cigarette, Zhao Mingzhuo exhaled a smoke ring, flicked off the ash, stubbed out the cigarette, and threw it into the trash can.
"Thanks, bro."
Wen Song didn't want to ride in Guan Ju's car.
His intuition told him not to have too much contact with this Alpha.
But Zhao Mingzhuo is his boyfriend, and since Guan Ju agreed to his request, he couldn't just leave alone by taxi, which would be impolite.
Faced with useless social niceties and interpersonal relationships, Wen Song had to put on a show even if she had to, because the circle she was in was the ruthless upper class of Suicheng.
It should be noted that the Wen family was never his refuge.
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The three walked into the underground parking garage and arrived at a Maybach worth seven figures.
Zhao Mingzhuo, reeking of alcohol and cigarette smoke, was relegated to the back seat by Guan Ju and forbidden from sitting in the front passenger seat. Wen Song originally wanted to follow him in the back, but—
"You sit in the front."
Wen Song was stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting Guan Ju to let him sit in the passenger seat.
“He was drunk,” Guan Ju said.
Wen Song: "......"
Zhao Mingzhuo was probably not drunk.
Considering the unpleasant smell of alcohol and cigarettes on the other person, and the fact that the passenger seat was empty and it seemed like Guan Ju was being treated as a driver, which would be impolite, Wen Song nodded and replied, "Okay."
It was the first time I sat in the passenger seat of my boyfriend's best friend's car, and something felt a little off.
The main reason is that Guan Ju's presence is just too strong.
You can't ignore it even if you want to.
The carriage was cramped and not very spacious. The unique scent of Alpha hormones lingered in the air. Even though he couldn't smell any pheromones, Wen Song immediately guessed Guan Ju's pheromones—"Agave".
He possesses an untamed wildness that oppresses every nerve of those around him.
Wen Song fastened his seatbelt, straightened his body, and placed his fists between his legs.
The car slowly drove out of the underground parking garage and merged into the main traffic lane.
Guan Ju, gripping the steering wheel, asked, "Where do you live?"
Realizing that Zhao Mingzhuo in the back seat had fallen asleep as soon as he got in the car, Wen Song, the only one who was awake, lowered her eyelids and said, "Just drop me off at Yinhu Mansion—" I'll take a taxi back myself later.
Before he could finish speaking, Guan Ju asked, "Do you live together?"
His tone sounded somewhat displeased.
Wen Song: ".........."
The denial that was on the tip of his tongue turned into a light "hmm".
Guan Juming knew that the two of them were a couple, yet he still asked that question. Wen Song wasn't so narcissistic as to think that the other person had feelings for him. It was too strange. I guess he just returned to China and couldn't help but care about his good brother's love life.
Wen Song noticed that the Alpha in the driver's seat felt a little heavy after he admitted it.
.....What's the meaning?
Without much thought, he came to the conclusion that Guan Ju didn't like him very much.
Almost all emotions were laid bare and undisguised.
really.
He was a Beta, and an illegitimate child.
Zhao Mingzhuo's friends never thought highly of them, including Guan Ju, who had just returned to China.
Soon, the Maybach stopped in front of a private villa.
The rain had stopped outside, but the ground was still damp. Wen Song got out of the car and went to the back seat to wake Zhao Mingzhuo, who had been fast asleep the whole way.
"Huh? Have we arrived?" The other person groggily opened their eyes, resting their hands on their temples and yawning sleepily.
Wen Song gave up his seat, saying, "We've arrived, let's get off first."
Zhao Mingzhuo slowly got out of the car, supporting himself on the seat.
The two greeted Guan Sui, who was still in the driver's seat and had gotten out of the car with the engine running.
The other person glanced at them indifferently, and a very soft "hmm" escaped from their throat.
"I'm going back now."
After saying that, he started the car and watched as the two people moved back two steps before slowly driving away.
The orange streetlights around them stretched the shadows of Wen Song and Zhao Mingzhuo long, but they didn't intersect at all, like unrelated parallel lines.
"I'll take a taxi back," Wen Song said.
Before Zhao Mingzhuo could speak, his phone rang in his pocket.
"Wait a minute."
Wen Song waited quietly.
Zhao Mingzhuo kept a distance of about two or three meters from him before answering the phone.
Two minutes later.
"Xiao Song, you can stay at Silver Lake Mansion tonight."
Zhao Mingzhuo said, "I have something to do and need to go out for a while. The door lock code is six zeros."
Wen Song realized that this place was indeed quite a distance from where she lived, and its location was far from the city center. It was so late that she might not be able to get a taxi.
"good."
"Then come back soon."
Zhao Mingzhuo gave a vague reply, "I'll watch you go in first."
Wen Song didn't waste any more time, nodded, and walked towards the villa.
On the other side.
Maybach did not leave Silver Lake Mansion.
Guan Ju stared at the entrance to the residential area, stubbing out one cigarette after another until the ashtray was full of cigarette butts.
The image of Wen Song appeared in my mind.
It overlaps with what I remember.
Just as he finished his last cigarette and was about to start his car and leave, he discovered that Zhao Mingzhuo, whom he had dropped off at his doorstep, was walking out of the residential area.
My eyes followed the other person's steps.
They only stopped when they were standing in front of the McLaren, which was not far away.
From his perspective, he happened to see the driver's side window roll down, and an Omega gave Zhao Mingzhuo a seductive smile. Somehow, the two of them shared a passionate kiss under the streetlights through the car door. It was intense, emotional, and even somewhat indecent to watch.
Guan Ju, who had been suppressing the thought of poaching someone from another's family, suddenly had the urge to act against morality.
It seemed to be so excited that it couldn't control the release of Alpha pheromones, filling the entire carriage with the strong scent of tequila.
I immediately took out my phone and snapped a picture of the two people kissing passionately in front of the McLaren.
Immediately afterwards, I opened WeChat, found the chat box with the contact's name in my contacts, and sent them a message.
Investigate Zhao Mingzhuo's private life after starting his relationship, gather evidence, preferably concrete videos and photos.
After sending the message, the McLaren sped away.
Guan Ju's fingers bent and lightly tapped the steering wheel, producing a dull sound.
very good.
They found a way to survive.
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