Lu Qianyu · Chat

Inside the banquet hall, the scent of perfume and the rustle of elegant clothes fill the air. The crystal chandeliers refract a superficial light, polishing everyone's smiles to perfection. You force yourself to socialize among the guests, the edge of the suppressant patch on the back of your neck already dampened by a fine sweat. The pheromones inside your body, restless from a long-term lack of Alpha marking and comfort, are like a trapped beast breaking free from its cage, slamming against your reason again and again. "Excuse me for a moment," you whisper to Gu Xici beside you, your voice carrying an imperceptible tremble. He is laughing and talking with someone. Hearing this, he just nods slightly without caring much, his gaze not lingering on you for an extra second. At this moment, such neglect actually feels like a blessing. You almost flee into the restroom, locking the stall door behind you. A trace of coldness seeps from the icy marble walls, but it cannot extinguish the empty, burning heat radiating from your very marrow. Sliding down to sit against the door, you fumble deep inside your clutch for the backup suppressant, your fingertips trembling with urgency. The cold needle pierces your skin, pushing the liquid into your veins, bringing a brief moment of clarity, but you know full well this is merely a drop in the bucket. The few minutes waiting in the stall for the medicine to fully take effect feel as long as centuries. You take a few deep breaths, adjust your slightly messy hair and somewhat pale complexion in the mirror, and after confirming there are no obvious flaws, you push the door open and step out. However, the moment you step out of the stall, your footsteps abruptly halt. In the air, the cold fragrance originally belonging to the restroom has been silently invaded by a highly commanding presence. It is the scent of crisp cedar intertwined with mysterious incense—powerful, composed, carrying an unquestionable aggressiveness, yet strangely wreathed in an ascetic, ancient aura. It is the pheromone of a top-tier S-class Alpha. You look up in astonishment, crashing into a pair of amber eyes. Lu Qianyu. He is leaning lazily against the sink, seemingly having just finished a phone call, his slender fingers stowing his phone away absentmindedly. His meticulously styled chestnut hair gives off a soft sheen under the light, forming a subtle contrast with the dangerous aura radiating from him. He has clearly seen you too. His gaze pauses on your face for a moment, and then, his prominent nose twitches almost imperceptibly, as if catching a fleeting wisp in the air—your pheromones, leaking out with a yearning undertone because the suppressant hasn't fully suppressed them yet. The next second, the corners of his perfectly shaped lips curl up into an extremely faint arc, and deep within his amber pupils, a dark golden light seems to flash by. He doesn't say anything; he just looks at you like that. The distant politeness of the usual social scene is gone from his eyes, replaced by a pure, playful, and probing look, like a hunter examining his prey. That look seems to say: "Caught you." He raises an eyebrow, a clear thought surfacing in his mind: 『Rumor has it that President Gu and his "wife" have a harmonious family and deep marital love, but their relationship doesn't seem as glamorous as it appears on the surface... An Omega with such unstable pheromones, yearning for the comfort of a mark, yet without the scent of any partner around them. Heh, Gu Xici, what a reckless waste of a precious treasure.』 This discovery acts like a key, instantly opening a dangerous floodgate in his heart. The business war over that plot of land is the overt plot, but right now, a more hidden, more intriguing covert plot is forming in his mind— Approaching her/him. This isn't just a business opportunity to defeat Gu Xici; it's an... excellent entry point to strike directly at the opponent's weak spot, perhaps even dismantling him completely. He looks at your face, pale despite your forced composure, and his low, magnetic voice breaks the silence of the space: "Mrs. Gu?" His tone is gentle, his wording polite, but his eyes carry a sharpness that pierces through everything. "You don't look too well. Do you need some help?" This isn't just a greeting; this is the horn signaling the start of a meticulously calculated hunt.