Feng Yuan, who had been frustrated and angry at home for months over the blind date situation, laughed happily and heartily for the first time in a long while.
“Not bad.”
Feng Yuan praised him.
The dull, stuffy Alpha pressed his lips together happily, his hair practically perking up, little imaginary flowers sprouting from his head.
Jiang Lin’an, watching their interaction: …
Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!
That’s it? He’s already appeased? It’s over just like that??
“…I finally understand what they mean by ‘everyone has their Achilles’ heel.’” Jiang Lin’an suddenly felt a sense of crisis. He thought to himself, My buddy Feng Yuan isn’t going to get serious about this Alpha, is he? Going from just playing around to actually falling for him?
…
The restaurant Feng Yuan and Jiang Lin’an liked to go to — just the front entrance and decor were the kind that an ordinary person wouldn’t spare a second glance at in their entire lifetime. Gong Ze was also a poor wretch.
He was even poorer than the average person, but he walked in without the slightest discomfort.
When Feng Yuan told him to order, he didn’t even look at the prices. He just picked what he thought tasted good.
Feng Yuan found Gong Ze more and more interesting.
Watching him hand the menu to the waiter as if nothing was out of the ordinary, Feng Yuan thought that Gong Ze was simply born to be a kept man.
Good-looking, emotionally stable, no real skills but never making a big fuss about anything. If his sugar parent gave him something, he accepted it. No guilt, no shame, no internal struggle. If his sugar parent didn’t give him something, he remained calm.
The guy was remarkably unfazed by either praise or blame.
Amused internally, Feng Yuan began to ‘train’ the Alpha. He told him to serve him food, explained what he liked to eat, and made Gong Ze remember it all so he could take good care of him later.
Gong Ze didn’t feel insulted by this. After all, he had accepted one hundred thousand yuan from the man.
This kind of job was probably like being a babysitter.
Just that taking care of a child had turned into taking care of an adult.
That’s what Gong Ze thought. So he served Feng Yuan food and poured him drinks. With each dish that arrived, he asked Feng Yuan if he liked it. After memorizing everything, he only served Feng Yuan the dishes Feng Yuan had said he liked.
Feng Yuan didn’t eat sour food, overly spicy food, or ginger.
He liked seafood but hated shelling it.
So Gong Ze lowered his head and diligently deshelled the shrimp and hairy crabs, carefully picking out the meat piece by piece. He put the shrimp meat in one small bowl and the crab meat in another.
As he worked, he radiated a single-threaded focus and stubbornness that was oddly endearing.
Feng Yuan leaned back in his chair with interest, watching him finish. It took about twenty minutes. Then Gong Ze placed the two small bowls in front of himself.
He then took Feng Yuan’s bowl and started picking out the fish meat for him.
Shredded ginger was a particularly insidious thing. Whatever you cooked it with, it became. Cook it with shredded pork, it turned into shredded pork. Cook it with fish, it turned into fish. Just when you happily popped it into your mouth, one bite would send you straight to the heavens.
Gong Ze slowly and carefully picked it all out, then made another small bowl of fish meat and placed it in front of Feng Yuan.
As if performing a ritual, he added each dish that Feng Yuan had nodded and said he liked into Feng Yuan’s bowl. Finally, he put down the serving chopsticks, then, as if finishing his work, happily picked up his own chopsticks and started eating quickly.
Feng Yuan and Jiang Lin’an caught the surprise in each other’s eyes.
Jiang Lin’an was shocked: This guy is a natural-born little lover, isn’t he? So skilled, so considerate. Holy shit, he’s so good at taking care of people.
Feng Yuan, on the other hand, proudly and leisurely enjoyed the meal Gong Ze had prepared for him. What could he say? He was just lucky. He had stumbled upon a treasure by random chance.
Especially the way Gong Ze had an air of passive acceptance about him.
No matter what you told him to do or how you treated him, he could quickly adapt and just keep living his life in that honest, simple way.
After eating and drinking his fill, Gong Ze said he had to go home.
“There’s someone at home who needs taking care of.”
Feng Yuan knew this. Gong Ze had said from the very beginning that he wanted to work at the club because someone in his family was sick. And at Gong Ze’s age, ‘someone in the family’ naturally meant his parents.
So Feng Yuan, completely unaware that the Alpha he had set his sights on actually had a five-year-old son, was still basking in the joy of having found a treasure. He cheerfully waved his hand in agreement.
He also gave Gong Ze a supplementary card.
“For you. If that one hundred thousand yuan isn’t enough, use this. The PIN is xxxx.”
At the restaurant entrance, Feng Yuan stood smoking, his lips curled as he watched Gong Ze.
Gong Ze held the card and opened his mouth. “Ah… but the one hundred thousand you gave me earlier is enough… Why are you giving me more money?”
He looked at Feng Yuan with clear, foolish eyes.
Such a dummy.
Feng Yuan scoffed. “Then buy some clothes and dress yourself up a bit. Anyone of mine looking so shabby won’t do. Got it?”
Only then did Gong Ze accept the card, nodding in his dull, quiet way. “Got it.”
Seeing him like this, Feng Yuan actually found himself worrying. It was as if their roles as Alpha and Omega had been reversed. Feng Yuan softened his voice, pulled the man into his arms, and gently instructed him.
“Do you know how to buy things for yourself? What brands do you know? Tell me.”
Gong Ze named a few common, mass-market brands. Then, before Feng Yuan could frown, he lowered his gaze and said softly to Feng Yuan, “But I know to buy the expensive ones.”
Feng Yuan was taken aback, then couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
“Right, haha, that’s right. Buy the expensive ones. You’re not completely stupid.”
Feng Yuan laughed heartily, cigarette pinched between his fingers, arm wrapped around the stoic Alpha who was half a head taller than him. He stared at him for a moment, then his voice dropped. “Come here and let me kiss you.”
The Alpha froze, his face quickly turning red.
“That… I can’t…”
“What’s the big deal? It’s not like we’re sleeping together. A kiss won’t make you lose a pound of flesh.”
The cunning Feng Yuan fooled the gullible Alpha. Seeing him hesitate, he continued, “Look how good I’ve been to you. Don’t you think you owe me a kiss?”
Gong Ze: “…”
The Alpha muttered quietly, “Fine. You’re an Omega, how can you be so pervy?” Then he lowered his head and turned his cheek.
Feng Yuan had no intention of giving him some innocent peck on the cheek. He directly grabbed the back of the Alpha’s head and, like a starving wolf, bit down on the Alpha’s lips and pushed inside, his tongue intertwining fiercely.
He kissed the man completely dumb. After a few dazed responses, Gong Ze’s mouth had been thoroughly explored.
When they finally separated, Feng Yuan was panting heavily. He locked eyes with the wide-eyed man from close range. The fire of desire blazed in his chest. He wished he could go back on his word, not let the man leave, and just drag Gong Ze straight to a hotel and devour him.
But seeing the slightly frightened, slightly wanting-to-run expression on Gong Ze’s face, Feng Yuan held himself back.
If he got too eager and scared the man away, the loss would outweigh the gain.
After all, he didn’t just want to sleep with Gong Ze once. He had a genuine, rare spark of attraction to him.
Feng Yuan suppressed his urges, his eyes fixed on Gong Ze as if he wanted to devour him. Gong Ze wrinkled his nose, catching a faint, elusive scent of tobacco in the air.
Not the cigarette between Feng Yuan’s fingers, but coming from the scent gland at the back of his neck.
An Omega with tobacco-scented pheromones? Was that even right?
No, it probably wasn’t.
Gong Ze silently complained about Feng Yuan in his head.
“…Go home.” Feng Yuan said, his voice hoarse.
He didn’t drive Gong Ze home himself but called a car for him. Otherwise, he was afraid he’d pull over halfway and just pin Gong Ze down in the car and devour him.
Gong Ze’s response was the same: “Oh.”
With money and a card in his pocket, he got into the taxi, feeling like he’d struck it rich. He even waved goodbye to Feng Yuan through the back window.
After all, this was his big boss now. He should be polite.
That was Gong Ze’s thought as he tried to curry favor.
Feng Yuan bit the filter of his cigarette and raised his chin slightly in response.
He watched the taxi drive away, licked the filter with his tongue, savoring the memory of the Alpha’s inexperienced kiss. He lowered his head with a small smile, then turned around casually, only to be startled by a fully grown person standing right behind him.
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