Chapter 101 Mr. Wen, are you trying to hook me?
Wen Song was suddenly pulled back to reality from her fantasy.
The Alpha before me is real.
It wasn't a dream.
It was still his Guanju.
But it is Guan Ju who has lost all memories related to him and their time together, and who is also imagining all sorts of scenarios and trying to steal him away again.
That unreal feeling gradually disappeared.
For the past three years, Wen Song has occasionally drifted off into a daze, as if he were hallucinating. He even went to see a doctor, thinking he had a psychological problem. His medical report said he was perfectly normal, just missing Alpha too much.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" Guan Sui felt a pang of bitterness in her heart, as if she had just spilled a jar of aged vinegar.
The air around him reeked of undisguised vinegar.
Wen Song always thought he wasn't a vengeful Beta.
But the thought of that failed kiss brought back a surge of tension and sadness that had been building up over the years.
The denial was transformed into a simple, "Yes."
She wasn't lying; she really was thinking about her "husband."
However, Guan Ju herself had no idea who this husband was, let alone associate him with her.
Guan Ju gritted his teeth so hard they almost broke. In his car, Beta sat in the passenger seat and began to miss her husband, whose partner hadn't called even once in several days while he was away on a business trip.
They lack empathy.
He didn't intentionally try to put down his love rival.
He had noticed these past few days that Wen Song's so-called husband had not only not called, but had not even sent a message.
Because he never saw Wen Song reply to his messages. Occasionally, he would glimpse the other party's WeChat, and the pinned contacts were all cold and indifferent.
He alone never missed a morning or evening prayer.
“…” Guan Ju did not expect Wen Song to respond without hesitation.
It was as if she didn't care about his feelings as the mistress at all.
Is the other person a block of wood?
They can't even bear to say a kind word.
"Don't think about him," Guan Sui said through gritted teeth. "At least when you're with me, you're not allowed to think about him."
Wen Song: "...Why?"
Guan Ju was at a loss for words when asked the question.
In the end, he still gave the standard answer with great confidence.
"Because I don't like it."
They act arrogantly even when they are in the wrong.
It's kind of funny to look at.
Wen Song blinked, looking exceptionally innocent.
Ever since regaining her memory, Guan Ju never imagined that she would fall into the hands of anyone in her lifetime. As a result, she stumbled and fell as soon as she returned to China.
In any case, they'll have to get divorced sooner or later.
“You—” Wen Song hesitated, unable to finish her sentence.
Guan Ju: "What's wrong with me?"
Wen Song said in a rather calm tone, "By what right do you forbid me from thinking about my Alpha?"
The words "my Alpha" nearly caused Guan Ju's brain to collapse. A sour feeling filled his chest, and he felt depressed and somewhat irritable. The thought that there were other Alphas besides him who possessed Wen Song made his mood sink rapidly, and his pheromones went into a whirlwind of chaos.
"What role do you want me to play?" Guan Ju replied without changing her expression, her tone unusually assertive, "A third party or a colleague?"
Wen Song: "......"
I noticed that the Alpha's pheromones were becoming increasingly intense, and it seemed to be in a restless phase.
He then reached out and placed his hand on the other person's hand, seemingly to offer some comfort.
Alpha's emotional fluctuations did indeed subside.
"You didn't answer, but you touched me." Guan Ju's gaze swept over the two clasped hands.
He raised a slight brow, as if in doubt, and asked, "Mr. Wen, are you trying to hook me?"
Before Wen Song could deny it, he heard Alpha sigh, reach out and grasp his hand, his fingertips interlacing with his fingers, their hands intimately interlocked, the pressure neither too light nor too heavy, the warm fingertips gently caressing the back of his hand.
"in the case of---"
The last syllable is prolonged, followed by a brief pause.
The two locked eyes.
The narrow carriage was filled with the scent of agave pheromones.
Guan Ju said, word by word, "Then can you try a little harder to catch me? I'll bite."
Wen Song discovered that the Alpha was even better at speaking than he had been three years ago.
The previous tactics are utterly inadequate in the face of this statement.
"Take a closer look," Guan Ju repeated.
As she spoke, she took Wen Song's hand and kissed the back of his hand. "Is it okay?"
Wen Song's throat tightened, her eyelids drooped, and she asked, "What does it mean to put your heart into something?"
Guan Ju: "Give me a little treat."
Wen Song carefully analyzed the true meaning of the two words 'sweetness'.
What is meant by "sweetness"?
He also voiced his confusion about this.
Guan Ju's dark eyes seemed to swirl like a vortex: "For example, don't think about your husband while I'm in the passenger seat."
"Can you miss me?"
Wen Song was completely hooked by the last four words "Alpha".
So who's trying to hook whom?
If Wen Song had a boyfriend before, she would at most feel a ripple in her heart, but her real husband is the Alpha in front of her.
It was irresistible.
Easily tempted.
Even if the other party were to invite him to bed right now, Wen Song would not refuse.
"Okay." He nodded slightly.
She had no idea that she had once again agreed to the Alpha's request to be his mistress.
Without any sweet words, a simple "okay" was enough to embolden Guan Ju.
He knew this was the best concession Beta could make.
really.
Their relationship was ambiguous from the beginning; otherwise, Wen Song wouldn't have accepted so quickly that she would have fallen into depravity with him.
If there hadn't been a car accident—
Perhaps he had already helped Wen Song with her divorce proceedings and taken her to get a marriage certificate.
Unfortunately, fate always likes to play tricks on people.
“Let’s go back quickly,” Wen Song said. “I still need to organize some materials for tomorrow’s meeting.”
Guan Ju loosened his clasped hands, reached over, took the seatbelt from under the passenger seat, threaded it through Wen Song's upper body, pulled it to the hole in front of him, and fastened it with a "click".
Sit up straight and fasten your seatbelt.
He started the car, placed his hands on the steering wheel, and glanced at Wen Song in the passenger seat through the rearview mirror.
“Let’s go back now.”
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