Chapter 17 Are you afraid of being found out by your boyfriend?
A few days later, Guan Sui received a package from Wen Song.
Upon opening the package, I discovered that it contained individually packaged handmade baked cookies, with varying textures and shapes. Even the packaging seemed to have been carefully arranged, making them look particularly beautiful.
He took out his phone and took a picture.
The first thing I did was send it to Wen Song.
【S】: Received.
[S]: Is this only for me? Or does Zhao Mingzhuo also have some?
Exit the chat window after sending the message.
Guan Sui took a few photos of the cookies from different angles and posted them on her WeChat Moments, with the caption: "A thank-you gift from a poor little thing."
As soon as it was posted, the number of likes skyrocketed.
[Duan Ze]: No, buddy, who is this poor little guy?
[Fu Jingchuan]: There's something going on.
[Zhao Mingzhuo]: That Omega from last time? He's really skillful. Have you two started dating? If he were my boyfriend, I would declare my ownership right now.
...........
Guan Ju glanced at Zhao Mingzhuo's reply and curled her lips into a smile.
What a coincidence.
He really is your "boyfriend".
If this were made public, Zhao Mingzhuo would probably be so angry that he'd want to fight him.
He didn't reply to any of his friends' comments.
I can't be bothered with it.
Back on WeChat, I saw that Wen Song had replied to my message.
【颂】: None.
[Ode]: I have never made cookies for him.
【S】: Why?
[Ode]: He doesn't like sweets.
Guan Ju stared at the last message, his initial sense of satisfaction dampened by that one sentence.
It's pointless to ask that "why" question.
[Song]: Why did you post this on WeChat Moments?
【颂】：What does "小可怜" mean?
Guan Ju replied to Wen Song's message with a slight flick of her fingers: [Share.]
As for the last question, he did not give a positive answer, but typed out a single "you" and sent it.
Staring at Wen Song's profile picture, I manually changed the nickname for him.
—Poor little thing.
At that moment, Duan Ze suddenly called him.
Guan Sui opened a bag of cookies, swiped to answer the call, turned on speakerphone, and placed the phone on the table.
"Ah Sui!" someone shouted from the other side.
"What's wrong with you lately? Who's that poor little guy who sent you cookies on WeChat Moments?!"
The cookies are soft and moderately sweet, similar to those from high-end dessert and baking shops.
It suits his taste perfectly.
Being on the sweeter side doesn't mean I like an overly cloying taste; a light sweetness is just right.
Because she was busy enjoying the cookies, she completely ignored Duan Ze, who was shouting at the top of his lungs.
The other party shouted aggressively:
"Guan, Ju—!!"
If he were right in front of me, I would definitely put my hands on my hips.
"You called just to ask about this little thing?" Guan Sui said slowly, opening another bag of cookies and popping one into her mouth.
Duan almost laughed out of anger, "Is this a small matter? Zhao Mingzhuo said he saw you sleeping with an Omega that day."
"You, Chuan, and I have been best brothers for over twenty years. We've known each other since we were born. We've been through thick and thin together all these years, and it hasn't been easy. But then—"
"Why didn't you say you weren't a virgin?!"
"Damn it, now I'm the only innocent one in Suicheng. You and Chuan betrayed the organization and me. Friendship's little dog is dead just like that."
"Why did you hide it? Give me an explanation right now!"
Is what Zhao Mingzhuo said true or not?
"You really slept with an Omega? Was it the one you said you were going to hook up with last time? Whose is he—"
Guan Ju, biting into a biscuit, said unhurriedly, "There's something I need to correct you on."
Duan Ze: "What?"
Guan Ju said, word by word, "Not Omega."
Duan seemed shocked: "Could it be that you're working on an Alpha system?"
Guan Ju said expressionlessly, "Fu Jingchuan is gay, but I am not."
Duan suddenly realized: "You're working on a Beta version."
Guan Ju put away the remaining cookies. Hearing the word "do" made her uncomfortable, but she maintained her usual calm tone and said:
"It is a pursuit."
Duan Ze: ""
After a long silence, he finally uttered a question: "You know how to pursue someone?"
"wrong."
"Is there anyone Guan Ju can't win over?"
It's important to know that Guan Ju is exceptionally outstanding in terms of appearance, figure, pheromone level, and background. Almost half of the people in the circle like her, and even an Alpha is willing to submit to her.
Who exactly is this Beta, that he could make the young master of Dingsheng willingly set aside all his anger and pride to pursue him?
"Perhaps he has too strong a sense of morality," Guan Ju said.
Duan Zefeng was completely bewildered:
What does it mean to have an overly strong sense of morality?
I didn't quite understand at first.
"I'll talk to you later," Guan Sui put away the cookies, picked up her phone and canceled the speakerphone call, "I have something to do, I'll hang up now."
"Wait a minute!" Duan suddenly remembered something important.
"explain."
Duan coughed lightly, "Zhao Mingzhuo is planning a pool party at his villa in a few days. Would you like to come?"
“He asked me to invite you, saying that it’s not easy to come back to China, and we can all hang out together, but he was afraid of bothering you because you’re too busy.”
Guan Ju did not refuse directly, saying, "Let's talk about it later."
Seeing that the other party did not directly refuse, Duan guessed that they might really have a lot of things to do recently, and they might need to see if they had time on the day, rather than being unwilling to attend the party.
"OK."
"Then I'll hang up."
"I'm going to go and complain to Chuan about your inhuman behavior."
His best friends all lost their virginity behind his back, but he alone upheld the virtue of an Alpha and would never allow his chastity to be defiled by anyone—except Wen Xu.
Guan Sui: "Then you should go quickly."
Duan let out a long, mournful sigh.
After hanging up the phone, Guan Sui opened her chat with Wen Song.
At the end, he quoted the question the other person had asked, "What do you mean by 'poor little thing'?" and replied with the word "you".
No reply.
I don't know if it's because I didn't see it or I didn't know how to reply.
Guan Ju admired the cookies shared on her WeChat Moments, then, with a mischievous grin, sent Wen Song a private message asking—
"Why didn't you like my post? Are you afraid your boyfriend will find out?"
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