He and Ji Huai exchanged a glance, then hurriedly let out dry laughs as they each tried to smooth things over.
“Alright, alright. We’re here to drink with you today. What’s there to fight about over such a small thing?”
“Gao Chun, you too. Feng Yuan is happy, why do you have to bring that up? If you’re concerned, just be concerned. Lay off the ‘Omega this, Omega that.’ Don’t Alphas and Betas need to be careful too? Look at all the Alphas and Betas in our circle — aren’t they all partying and fooling around every day?”
“Exactly, exactly.”
“Alright, I’ll have the manager bring in the club’s handsome male models. Feng Yuan, why don’t you call Gong Ze? Why didn’t he come? Oh, he went to the hospital to visit a family member? Then send him a message and ask if he’s done.”
“……”
Jiang Lin’an, like a mother hen, was worrying about a hundred things at once.
He and Ji Huai created a false atmosphere of liveliness to cover up the cold tension from just now. They strategically sat between Feng Yuan and Gao Chun to block them, afraid the two would start fighting and Gao Chun would get beaten to death by Feng Yuan.
Breaking out in a cold sweat, Jiang Lin’an called the manager. When rows of young, fresh-faced boys and girls walked in, and the drinks, songs, and lights were all in place,
The atmosphere finally improved a bit.
Ji Huai and Jiang Lin’an let out a sigh of relief and exchanged a wry smile.
Jiang Lin’an: Let’s not even talk about Feng Yuan’s dog-like temper. What’s gotten into Gao Chun all of a sudden? Gong Ze, hurry up and come! I can’t take it anymore—
Gong Ze: ??? If you can’t take it, you think I can?
Gong Ze, just out of the hospital, received a message from Feng Yuan asking if he was done. Feng Yuan sent him an address and told Gong Ze to come find him there.
Feng Yuan didn’t say anything else in the message, not even an extra punctuation mark. But Gong Ze had an inexplicable intuition that Feng Yuan was in a very bad mood right now.
Gong Ze: “…”
Thinking of Feng Yuan’s mad dog temper, he shuddered, not wanting to go looking for death.
He stared at his phone in silence for a moment, then slowly typed: Can I not come? I suddenly remembered that I think I left the gas on at home.
After a while, Feng Yuan’s reply came. Only one word: 3.
Gong Ze was covered in question marks.
3? 3 what? What does that mean?
Soon, Feng Yuan sent another message: 2.
Gong Ze: “…”
Gong Ze: “!!!”
Cold sweat dripped from his forehead. The Alpha frantically tapped the screen: I’m going. I’m going right now! Stop counting.
Afraid that Feng Yuan’s bad mood might get worse, he added a: [Tearful kitten biting a big pancake.jpg].
Feng Yuan sent back: Heh. Wiping his sweat, the wimpy Alpha felt wronged. He mentally added another mark against this unreasonable person, then resignedly took a taxi to the address Feng Yuan had given him.
On the other end, Feng Yuan looked at the emoji Gong Ze had sent. Picturing how cowardly and submissive he must look on the other end of the phone, he couldn’t help but let out a scoff. His gloomy, sinister expression softened by at least seventy to eighty percent.
Jiang Lin’an and Ji Huai, who had been nervous, breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this. Jiang Lin’an peeked at his phone. “Gong Ze?”
Feng Yuan casually said, “Mm.”
But the corner of his mouth was turned up.
Jiang Lin’an signaled to Ji Huai with his eyes: See? Every force has its counterforce. You have to admit it.
Ji Huai gave him a thumbs-up.
Gao Chun, on the other hand, looked even worse.
Gong Ze soon arrived at the private room. The moment he opened the door, he was hit by blaring music. The VIP room was about the size of a small dance floor, fully equipped. For a second, Gong Ze thought he had walked into a club.
Amidst the neon lights and drunken atmosphere, there were young men and women everywhere, wearing all sorts of different outfits.
They were dressed as sweet girls, puppy boys, cat girls, vampires, and several were wearing school uniforms, singing and dancing.
Whether they were Alpha or Omega, male or female, their bodies and faces were uniformly top-tier.
A shirtless male Alpha with dark skin and wolf ears was dancing, moving his waist and hips in small, rhythmic motions that somehow conveyed a sense of power.
He wore a seductive smile. His lean waist and eight-pack abs made people’s hearts race under the lights.
A cat girl in a tight leather outfit, with red lips and a half-face mask, had her leather jacket’s zipper stopped right between her breasts. Her white chest was practically bursting out, as if the zipper would explode in the next second.
Under the mask, her eyes had thick, fiery lashes, and her grey contact lenses gave her an exotic, mixed-race beauty.
The highly aggressive cat girl held a cigarette in her hand and smiled faintly. The smoke from her red lips made the whole world seem hazy and mysterious.
[Holy shit, this is extravagant.]
The system watched, blushing.
It fluttered its wings excitedly.
The handsome dark-skinned guy dressed as a werewolf was only wearing a wild, tasseled linen cloth around his waist. When he moved, glimpses of his muscular thighs could be seen underneath.
The cat girl’s tight leather outfit was too tight. The system didn’t dare look at her lower body. She was an Alpha, and it was afraid of seeing a suspicious shape.
Gong Ze teased: Like a big dick?
System: Ahhh! Don’t say that!!!
Why do beautiful women like that have those things?! It doesn’t want to play ‘There’s a Beast Under the Skirt’!! It only likes ordinary Earth big sisters!
Although the private room was full of flashy, gorgeous men and women, no one could ignore Gong Ze’s presence.
The moment he opened the door, he drew most of the attention in the room.
Even though he seemed completely unable to adapt to such an occasion, staring dumbfounded at their extravagant, decadent, wine-and-women-filled scene, then pressing his lips together, his choppy bangs resting on his brows.
This Alpha had a quiet, tranquil allure.
He was the kind of person who, in a hurried crowd, would make your casual gaze suddenly focus, your eyes slowly widen, watching him pass by, and then your heart would surge, endlessly wondering what kind of story he carried.
Even without heavy makeup and flashy clothes, even with just an ordinary outfit.
Without needing to use words or expressions to seduce.
Just a fleeting encounter in a crowd could imprint him in someone’s heart for years. When looking back, they would still be unable to help themselves and say, “I met someone once…”
There was no denying it.
Some people were simply born to be moonlight.
They didn’t even try to compete. They just hung cold and bright in the sky, maybe not even thinking about anything, just staring blankly. But the light they cast — you couldn’t catch it, couldn’t touch it — it left people aching, drove them crazy, made them want to capture the moon.
After last time, the club manager had specially recruited a pair of Alpha male and female to make up for the shortage when it came to Omega clients.
The cat girl and the werewolf guy were top draws elsewhere.
After Feng Yuan arrived at the club, the manager had specifically called those two in, telling them to make sure this honored guest, Young Master Feng, was thoroughly entertained, to capture the young master’s heart if possible, so he would keep coming back to their club.
The two were full of confidence.
But no matter how much they danced in front of Feng Yuan, he just sat there drinking gloomily, emanating an aura that kept people at a distance.
But when that Alpha walked in, walked over to Feng Yuan — throughout the entire process, Young Master Feng’s gaze and attention followed him.
And when he sat down next to Young Master Feng, without even saying a word, Young Master Feng’s expression had already softened into something resembling a smile.
The cat girl and the werewolf guy exchanged a glance.
Welp, today was a waste.
Damn, no competing with that. And besides, that Alpha was appealing even to them, as Alphas.
The two wisely slipped away.
The moment Gong Ze sat down, Feng Yuan wrapped his arm around his waist, lazily leaning against him, putting all his weight on him. Like a lion fluffing its mane, he clicked his tongue a few times, the murderous look in his eyes fading, turning him into a big cat.
Gong Ze, who had been secretly cursing Feng Yuan in his heart, was already a weak salted fish. Fortunately, he had been working out for a while, or else he would have been crushed into a bloody pulp.
Having such a huge lion give him a hug was really too much to handle.
Gong Ze adjusted his posture, secretly shifting the weight so that most of Feng Yuan’s back was pressed against the sofa.
Afraid that Feng Yuan would catch him slacking, he spoke to Feng Yuan in a low voice to distract him. “Don’t drink so much. These days, you shouldn’t just smoke and drink less, you should also eat light food.”
“You’re telling me what to do?”
Feng Yuan, who had been about to take a drink, raised his eyelids and gave him a cold glance. People expected the explosive-tempered Young Master Feng to smash the glass over Gong Ze’s head, and couldn’t help but worry for him. Jiang Lin’an and Ji Huai were also ready at any moment to break up a fight.
Feng Yuan put down his glass.
“Tch. Fine. So naggy.”
Jiang Lin’an and Ji Huai watched, dumbfounded.
No way—
Bro, are you really this sweet at home?
Did Sang Biao turn into a little kitty?
Gao Chun frowned, looking as if he wanted to say something, but seemed to be avoiding it with Feng Yuan present.
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