Chapter 1: You can get a divorce even after marriage
When Wen Song arrived at the entrance of the upscale club, it was drizzling outside.
Rainwater gathered into a dense cluster of droplets, which fell onto the bluestone slabs, making a pattering sound.
He took out his phone, opened his WeChat chat with his boyfriend Zhao Mingzhuo, edited a message, and sent it.
【I'm at the door. Please send me the room number.】
I waited for several minutes but didn't receive a reply.
Was he drunk?
Wen Song thought for two seconds before deciding to dial the other party's number.
"Beep beep beep—"
The call didn't connect for over ten seconds, and everyone assumed Zhao Mingzhuo was too drunk to notice the phone.
I was just about to hang up when the call status changed from "connected" to "calling 00:01".
Before Wen Song could react, he suddenly heard a magnetic, cool, unfamiliar voice from the other end of the phone, speaking in a loose, reciting tone, enunciating each word clearly: "Wife?"
"......?"
He was taken aback for a second, then lowered his head to carefully identify the number he had dialed and the contact name.
The wrong contact was not dialed.
It is Zhao Mingzhuo.
Why is the voice on the other end completely unfamiliar?
After thinking about it, he guessed that the person who answered the phone might be a good friend he didn't know.
A few seconds later, the cool, languid male voice asked casually, "Here to pick up Zhao Mingzhuo?"
The voice on the other end was extremely pleasant to the ear, its lazy tone like a feather gently brushing against your ear.
Wen Song paused, then replied, "That's right."
The other party gave a string of numbers, which was the private room number.
"Come on up."
After hanging up the phone.
Wen Song belatedly realized that he had just been verbally taken advantage of by a stranger. The cold voice echoed in his ears. Without changing his expression, he reached out and pinched his earlobe, then turned off his phone screen, put it back in his pocket, and strode towards the club.
Follow the instructions at the front desk and take the elevator to the top floor.
This was his first time visiting this upscale club.
After exiting the elevator, I followed the path and finally found the private room with that string of numbers at the end.
The door wasn't closed tightly; it was slightly ajar, and loud cheers and music drifted out from inside.
Upon seeing this, Wen Song first politely knocked on the door.
Then, the movement was slow and gentle as it was pushed away.
Inside the private room, different lighting effects intertwined in every corner, and the background music, like waves of heat, fueled the atmosphere. There were at least twenty or thirty people attending the gathering, most of whom were unfamiliar faces.
The Alpha, who had met Wen Song once before, noticed his presence, walked over, pointed in a direction, and said:
"Brother Zhuo is inside."
Wen Song nodded and thanked him.
After seeing him, the people around him began to talk closely with those around them.
Since arriving in Suicheng, Wen Song has long since developed the habit of not caring at all about what others say behind his back.
Following the direction Alpha had pointed out, I finally spotted a familiar figure in the corner of the sofa.
Zhao Mingzhuo was clearly drunk and was currently playing dice with other Omegas, while an Alpha sat beside him playing on his phone and not participating in the game.
Alpha, who was playing on his phone, seemed to notice his gaze and looked up from his phone.
The two met eyes across the crowd in the dimly lit private room.
The other person was wearing a thin shirt with the collar open, revealing a section of pale, slender neck and a recessed collarbone.
His features were so well-defined that they were flawless, his bone structure was excellent, his eyebrows and eyes were cold and stern, his eye sockets were extremely deep, and his pair of black eyes were cold and clear, but when he looked at him, his calm eyes seemed to have some ripples.
——— He is a top-tier Alpha.
Moreover, it is an Alpha that is wild and extremely aggressive.
Wen Song is a Beta, and although she can't smell pheromones, she feels a bit of pressure.
The Alpha stared intently at him.
It made people feel a little uncomfortable.
The other person's eyes were undisguised, carrying a hint of obscure emotion that was difficult to decipher.
It's like... I know him.
Wen Song searched his memory but couldn't find any related information about this Alpha. He guessed that he had never seen her before, otherwise, given the recognizability of her face, it was impossible for him not to recognize her.
At this moment, Zhao Mingzhuo, who was playing dice, looked towards where Wen Song was standing, prompted by his friend.
"Xiao Song, you're here." The other person pushed away the Omega who was clinging to him and called out.
After saying that, he picked up his phone and cigarette pack, which were stacked on the table, stood up, and walked past everyone else off the sofa.
"How did you know the room number?" Zhao Mingzhuo reached out and straightened Wen Song's collar, his peach blossom eyes narrowing casually. "I should have gone downstairs to pick you up."
Wen Song's gaze swept over the other person's slender fingers, catching a strong smell of alcohol. She lowered her eyelids, subtly creating distance, and answered calmly:
"I called, and your friend answered."
Zhao Mingzhuo suddenly realized, "Oh, I went to the restroom a few minutes ago."
Seemingly remembering something, he pointed to the Alpha who had been staring at him earlier and was now being urged to drink, and introduced the main character of today's banquet to Wen Song.
His name is Guan Ju.
You should have heard of it.
"I guess he answered the phone for me just now."
Although he had only been in Suicheng for a few years, Wen Song had heard the name Guan Ju over a hundred times.
It's not that Zhao Mingzhuo often mentions it, but there are a lot of rumors about him in the industry.
I heard that the other party is a top-tier Alpha with an eccentric and ruthless personality. He is the dream Alpha of many Omegas. He went abroad for training and only recently returned.
This gathering was organized by them to welcome Guan Ju back.
"I know."
Zhao Mingzhuo: "I'll go say goodbye to him before I leave. Do you want to come with me or—?"
Wen Song shook his head slightly: "I'll wait for you here."
Zhao Mingzhuo: "Okay, give me two minutes."
After saying that, he returned to the table where he had just been.
Wen Song's gaze followed Zhao Mingzhuo's back to Guan Sui. Perhaps because he lingered there for too long, or perhaps because Zhao Mingzhuo mentioned him, Guan Sui, while listening to Zhao Mingzhuo's words and drinking, lifted his eyelids to look in his direction.
The dim lighting made it difficult to see Guan Ju's facial expressions.
The only thing I know is that the other person has excellent bone structure and a cold demeanor, and his presence is still extremely prominent even when he is sitting in the corner of the sofa.
The way he looked at me was like that of a ferocious beast poised to pounce; if you weren't careful, you'd be prey with your neck in your jaws.
Despite having no glands, Wen Song felt a chill on the back of her neck.
Suddenly, I heard that voice from the phone – "Wife".
It's unclear whether the other party did it intentionally or unintentionally.
Wen Song's expression remained calm throughout, his fingers, which hung at his sides, curled up and then relaxed.
Two minutes later, Zhao Mingzhuo was allowed to leave after drinking another glass of wine at the urging of his friends.
“Let’s go,” Zhao Mingzhuo put his arm around Wen Song’s shoulder, resting his head against her neck. The position wasn’t ambiguous, but they were very close. He mumbled, “I’m a little drunk. Help me for a while.”
Wen Song patiently helped the other person out of the private room step by step.
Behind him.
Guan Ju had an unlit cigarette between his teeth.
Their gaze remained fixed on the scene.
Watching the young man's departing figure, perhaps because he was a Beta, he was slightly thinner than an Alpha, but not weak, and his figure was as upright as a pine tree.
Seeing this, Duan, a friend sitting next to him, leaned over and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Guan Ju raised her chin slightly towards Wen Song's retreating figure: "Who is he?"
Duan Zegang was about to ask who this "he" was when he noticed his friend's eyes were fixed on the Beta who was supporting Zhao Mingzhuo, and he immediately understood.
"Oh, you mean Wen Song? He's the illegitimate son the Wen family brought back a couple of years ago. I heard he only came back this time because his grandmother was sick and needed money, so they compromised and he was allowed to return to his ancestral home."
"Don't be fooled by his gentle and obedient nature. He is actually very cunning. The chaos that is currently plaguing the Wen family is definitely his doing."
Guan Ju's mind conjured up Wen Song's face.
She had a pair of clean, pure eyes like amber, red lips and white teeth, outstanding looks, and her demeanor and speech were full of noble upbringing.
He doesn't seem like the type of person who likes to actively seek out trouble.
“You’ve been abroad these past few years and have no idea what has happened in Suicheng,” Duan Ze said. “I’ll tell you about it slowly another day when I have the chance.”
Guan Ju listened to Duan Ze talk for a long time without getting to the point she wanted to hear, and asked directly, "What is his relationship with Zhao Mingzhuo?"
Duan casually remarked, "Zhao Mingzhuo's boyfriend."
Upon recalling the word "wife" in Zhao Mingzhuo's contact name, Guan Ju's eyes darkened. "Just boyfriend?"
Duan Ze snorted, "You don't think they're married, do you? Of course not. One is the powerful heir of Suicheng, and the other is an illegitimate child who can't be brought to the table. At most, they're in a relationship."
An Alpha from a powerful and wealthy family with extremely high pheromone levels would absolutely not allow his family to marry a Beta who doesn't even have pheromones.
It is well known that Betas do not have pheromones and cannot be soothed with pheromones during the Alpha's susceptible period. In high society, they are generally referred to as "playthings".
There's a saying in the community: Betas are fine for fun, but for real marriage, you have to be an Omega.
Zhao Mingzhuo is the heir of the Zhengrong Group.
In the future, I will definitely marry an Omega with extremely high pheromone compatibility, rather than a Beta who can only sleep with me and cannot provide pheromones to her partner.
Guan Ju thought of Wen Song's submissive posture with his eyes lowered, and a strange emotion stirred in her heart. She calmly said, "It's fine as long as we're not married."
Duan Ze subconsciously asked, "What?"
Guan Ju did not expect Duan Ze to understand the implied meaning.
He simply dropped another sentence.
"You can get a divorce even if you're married."
Duan was stunned for a moment, feeling that there was something strange about these words coming from his friend's mouth, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
Guan Ju took out her phone from her pocket, glanced at the time, and asked, "Is it raining outside?"
Duan didn't understand why the topic jumped so quickly. "It did drizzle a little when I went out for some fresh air earlier."
Guan Ju pondered for a moment, then picked up the cigarette case on the glass table and the coat on the sofa, preparing to leave.
"You're leaving already?" Duan asked curiously.
"Um."
"So early?"
"Hmm." The tone was extremely cold, yet other emotions could be discerned.
It was as if they were in a hurry to do something.
"Then drive carefully on the road."
His response was still just a soft "hmm" and his departing figure.
In short, Duan realized one thing.
Guan Ju, who hadn't touched alcohol all night and had been experiencing a persistent low mood instead of drinking beverages, seemed somewhat excited at this moment.
It seems to have started from the appearance of Wen Song.
The other party had never inquired about other people's affairs before.
But he specifically asked Wen Song...
Guan Ju couldn't possibly be interested in Wen Song, could he?
But aside from his face, Wen Song doesn't seem to have much to offer.
If I had to mention it, it would be that his face is quite striking, and upon closer inspection, he does bear a slight resemblance to Guan Ju.
Anyway,
Duan believes it was probably just a casual question.
A Beta without pheromones is unlikely to truly impress Guan Ju.
Warning: AB cannot have children.
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