Chapter 20 The Sneaky Little Tiger
On the way back, Gu Qinglan looked at the mint candies through the elephant-shaped box, wondering if he would end up like Mr. Jiang in the future.
He knew that the hormones in an Omega's body would cause low and distressed emotions. If they were on suppressants for a long time or didn't bond with an Alpha or Beta, the hormones would become imbalanced, and the Omega's mood would become extremely poor, even potentially leading to depression. Hormones and physiology determined that Omegas must rely on Alphas or Betas, while Alphas could remain independent forever.
In the two years after learning he was an Omega, Gu Qinglan had suffered from severe depression.
This world really is so unfair to Omegas.
In any case, he hopes Mr. Jiang won't fall into decline because of this.
After sighing, he didn't forget to pop a mint candy into his mouth. To be honest, this brand of mint candy is really quite delicious. He wondered if it was available online?
Foodie Gu Qinglan finally remembered the meaning behind Mr. Yan's words at the restaurant - Omega pheromones smelling of mint, that must be referring to himself, right? But then again, he hadn't worn his scent patch today or yesterday.
Gu Qinglan jolted up from the bed, feeling his neck and only managing to fall asleep close to dawn.
Meanwhile, Jiang Zhige was on the hotel double bed, starting extreme activities.
"Come on, baby, ravage me hard..." His legs were pale and slender, his fingertips hooking into the man's belt.
The handsome man on top of him was a Beta. They had arranged to meet at the bar online and then went to the hotel to get a room.
To have met such a high-quality, rich Omega, it was truly a stroke of luck, and the key was that he was very flirtatious and beautiful.
"Hurry, big brother..." His voice was cloying, his gaze enchanting and bewitching.
Any man would find it hard to resist such a scene, let alone this young man in his early 20s, even more susceptible to such temptation. The two soon entangled themselves, the passionate man unexpectedly finishing too soon, leaving an embarrassed, wilted partner.
"It's okay, it's really okay..." Jiang Zhige brushed back the slightly curled golden strands by his ears, consoling him, "In fact, it's understandable... You're still young, after all..."
"I'm sorry, baby." The man was full of regret, "I've never been like this before, it's just... your charm is too powerful, I..."
Mr. Jiang put on his black pants, unhurriedly buttoning up his shirt, smiling as he patted the man's shoulder, "I understand, don't be sad, I have other things to do, goodbye."
The man sat on the bed, unable to find the words to persuade him to stay.
Mr. Jiang left the room coldly, letting out a disappointed sigh as he walked out of the hotel: "I finally came out to relax a bit... What a pity!"
Next time he won't look for someone so young!
The entire next day, Gu Qinglan was very careful in observing Mr. Yan's expression, hoping to find some clues from that composed and graceful face.
Of course, it was to no avail, Mr. Yan's dedication to his work was unparalleled.
First, he secretly popped a candy, wearing this hoodie with large pockets today, a big Doraemon-red pocket, filled with mint candies. On the 12th floor, one for him and one for Mr. Yan, with some left over. He reached into the pocket, pulling out a candy, his movements light and swift, making sure to bite through the wrapper in one smooth motion, as quietly as possible.
He seemed quite experienced at this.
Mr. Yan's gaze slowly shifted from the wine bottle to the little bodyguard. Gu Qinglan's heart tightened: "Was I caught?"
At that moment, the sunlight happened to fully reach Mr. Yan's eyes from the window. As he lifted his head and saw Gu Qinglan by the bookshelf, the light seemed to coat him in a warm semi-gloss, only his pursed lips and rubbing fingers giving him away.
He knew that when Gu Qinglan got nervous, he would rub his index finger and thumb together. And he was definitely still clutching the candy wrapper.
The sunlight advanced another inch, reaching Mr. Yan's shoulder, and he asked Gu Qinglan to help him press the button to lower the curtain. Gu Qinglan nodded, the electric curtain gradually descending.
Gu Qinglan was about to catch his breath when he heard Mr. Yan say, "It's just that my sense of taste is impaired."
"Huh?" Gu Qinglan was momentarily confused, turning to look at him.
Mr. Yan saw the candy still in his mouth, resting on his pink tongue.
Gu Qinglan awkwardly closed his mouth.
Mr. Yan said, "I just can't taste well, but my nose still works fine."
Gu Qinglan had forgotten about that - the distinctive scent of mint, of course Mr. Yan could smell it.
Gu Qinglan blushed, crunching the candy and swallowing it down, even licking the corners of his mouth with his tongue in the end.
Did he not know that this was an ambiguous and alluring action? Mr. Yan's eyes gradually darkened - this innocent little tiger.
Gu Qinglan was deeply afraid of Mr. Yan's quiet gaze fixed on him, it made his whole body tense up, flustered and at a loss. After a long while, Mr. Yan finally looked away, and the feeling of anxiety and bewilderment dissipated.
Gu Qinglan could only lower his head and apologize sincerely, "Mr. Yan, I promise I won't do it again." The end of his sentence was short and his voice soft and sweet, almost with a hint of coquettishness.
Mr. Yan asked, "What did you do wrong?"
"Eating snacks during work time."
"..." Mr. Yan lightly tapped the crisp glass with his fingertips, gazing contentedly at the swirling wine.
Gu Qinglan hurriedly stepped forward, trying to appease him, "Mr. Yan, you've worked hard all day, let me give you a massage!"
Mr. Yan was wearing his usual white dress shirt for work, the comfortable fabric. Feeling the shoulders through the shirt, they seemed stronger and broader than expected. Like an electric shock, a certain image flashed through Gu Qinglan's mind - that time in the wine cellar, when he had unconsciously leaned on that Alpha's shoulder, the scene playing out clearly as if from God's perspective, making Gu Qinglan's face flush uncontrollably.
Who was that person?
Gu Qinglan shook his head, trying to filter out those thoughts.
He stood behind Mr. Yan, using a moderate amount of force in the massage, catching the faint fragrance of some bathing product in his hair, and seeing the old scar on his face more clearly - it must have been there for many years.
Mr. Yan was so wealthy, why didn't he remove the scar or get a skin graft?
Of course, even if Gu Qinglan was a bit simple-minded, he wouldn't have the audacity to ask such a question.
"Is the pressure okay like this?" Gu Qinglan tried to appear professional.
Mr. Yan responded affirmatively, closing his eyes. In fact, he had been working quite hard these past few days and needed to relax.
After ten minutes, it was clear that Mr. Yan was enjoying it, making Gu Qinglan even happier, feeling that he had finally found a way to be useful.
"Hey, do you remember you were originally hired as a bodyguard?" Gu Qinglan's inner self came out to scold him.
"It doesn't matter, as long as Mr. Yan likes it." - Gu Qinglan, the massage therapist, who had given up.
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