A. Bai Yueguang Said Nothing And Just Cried For The Substitute B. Chapter 14
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After returning from the auction, Wēn Sòng had originally intended to find an opportunity to return the Pisces Jade Pendant to Guān Suī, but his work was too busy, and he momentarily forgot about such an important matter.
Zhào Míngzhuó had already declined two invitations, both citing work as the reason. Continuing this way might easily cause dissatisfaction from the other party.
A week later, the mark on the back of his neck completely disappeared, and his skin returned to its original state. He could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
After finishing his work, Wēn Sòng decided to proactively contact Zhào Míngzhuó.
He took out his phone and found he had received another Anonymous MMS.
The main subject was still Zhào Míngzhuó.
This time, besides the photo, there was a sentence: [The Omegas around him have never stopped.]
Wēn Sòng didn’t know who the person was who persistently sent him Anonymous MMS messages with photos of Zhào Míngzhuó cheating. Every few days, a photo would be sent—small-scale, large-scale, all types were included. They even provided high-definition versions of photos taken in various private settings. Anyone unaware would think the sender worked in the paparazzi industry.
But it was clear that the person on the other side was definitely someone within their circle.
Most likely, they were close by.
But who could it be?
Wēn Sòng ran through a list of suspects and concluded that the Omega who had drugged Zhào Míngzhuó was the most likely candidate.
Because besides that person having a motive, it seemed no other Omega would be so brazen.
Wēn Sòng continued to ignore the message, deleting the text as usual.
He then sent Zhào Míngzhuó a WeChat message.
[Sòng]: Still want noodles? I’m free now.
The reply was instantaneous: [Come over, I feel a bit unwell, burning all over.]
Wēn Sòng frowned upon seeing this message, then sent another: [Do you have a fever? Use the thermometer to check. It’s in the second drawer near the balcony in the living room. The fever patch is in the third drawer.]
After sending that, he added: [I’m coming over now.]
He turned off his phone, got up, quickly tidied up, and hailed a taxi to Silver Lake Mansion.
As Zhào Míngzhuó’s “boyfriend,” Wēn Sòng followed the standard protocol for everything except the activity of sleeping together.
For example, he would occasionally come over to take care of the other party’s daily life.
During these two years in Suicheng, Zhào Míngzhuó had been the one providing him with help.
In comparison, what he offered the other party—cooking a meal, accompanying him to social events, and holding the title of official boyfriend—were all insignificant trifles.
Although their relationship was a transaction, Zhào Míngzhuó’s private life might be chaotic, but he had never mistreated Wēn Sòng in the slightest.
Wēn Sòng knew that the other party could not harbor genuine feelings for him.
As the Crown Prince of Zhengrong Group, with an Illegitimate Child, also an Alpha, eyeing the company, Zhào Míngzhuó would definitely marry a well-matched Omega in the future to consolidate his position, not an Illegitimate Child Beta from the countryside.
Guān Suī was also in the same boat.
Therefore, he needed to remain clear-headed while navigating this situation.
He arrived at Silver Lake Mansion.
Wēn Sòng carried a bag of fresh vegetables bought from the market and walked into the villa.
At that moment, Zhào Míngzhuó, who was lying on the living room sofa, sat up unsteadily, squinting toward the Beta who was changing into slippers at the entrance.
“You’re here.”
Wēn Sòng changed his slippers, first went to the kitchen to put down the groceries, and washed his hands before returning.
He naturally reached out and touched Zhào Míngzhuó’s forehead.
“You definitely have a fever,” he released his hand. “You lie down for a bit. I’ll go cook you some noodles. You can take the medicine afterward.”
Zhào Míngzhuó suddenly grabbed Wēn Sòng’s wrist, his tone unusually gentle, “I want a little more meat, and no cilantro. I don’t want it this time.”
Wēn Sòng’s gaze slowly moved from the long, slender fingers on his wrist up to the other person’s face, revealing a faint smile. “Got it.”
In truth, this meal was just simple clear soup noodles. Some of the ingredients and steps were learned from his grandmother. It was similar to noodles cooked by others, but the taste was worlds apart.
Zhào Míngzhuó, who was tired of delicacies, particularly liked this clear soup noodle with only greens and lean meat as toppings.
“You can come eat now.”
Wēn Sòng, wearing an apron, brought out both bowls of cooked noodles.
Zhào Míngzhuó slowly moved to the dining table, supporting his weak body. Although he couldn’t smell the aroma due to his loss of smell, his stomach rumbled loudly.
He hadn’t eaten anything since last night.
Now, a steaming bowl of noodles placed before him greatly increased his appetite.
“Xiǎo Sòng, if only you were an Omega,” Zhào Míngzhuó suddenly sighed.
But his father had an Illegitimate Child eyeing the position of Zhengrong’s successor. He couldn’t easily commit himself to anyone, let alone an Alpha or a Beta.
For years, he had deliberately maintained ambiguous relationships with Omegas, sleeping with a few, but most were just for show.
If you asked Zhào Míngzhuó—”Is Wēn Sòng not good?”
He is good.
Exceptionally good.
Gentle, considerate, obedient, and with a good physique. Even his appearance bore a three-tenths resemblance to that person.
Aside from his Beta gender, he was almost perfectly flawless as a marriage partner.
But he simply couldn’t marry a Beta.
If he truly married a Beta, the person who would laugh the hardest would be his father’s Illegitimate Child.
The relationship was a façade, and making it known throughout the city was a tactic, intended to make the other party successfully relax their guard.
Wēn Sòng’s smile froze for a moment when he heard Zhào Míngzhuó’s words, then quickly returned.
“Too bad I’m a Beta.”
Zhào Míngzhuó took out his phone and snapped a photo of the two bowls of noodles.
“It’s not too bad.”
“Beta is quite good too.”
It was just that this “relationship” would ultimately be a transaction that would come to an end.
“Alright,” Zhào Míngzhuó fiddled with his phone for a while before finally putting it down and picking up his chopsticks. “I posted it on Moments. Now we can eat.”
Wēn Sòng knew Zhào Míngzhuó liked to share interesting things on his Moments.
But—
He had never shared anything about Wēn Sòng.
Why would he share this simple bowl of noodles now?
After eating, Wēn Sòng washed the bowls.
He also poured a cup of hot water and popped out a fever reducer pill for Zhào Míngzhuó, who was lying on the sofa.
“Take the medicine and then rest,” he said.
Zhào Míngzhuó had a high fever. Since his stomach had just received food, taking the medicine half an hour later would be better.
After swallowing the pill, he lay back down to sleep.
Wēn Sòng took out a small blanket and covered him.
Just then, the phone in his pocket chimed with a “ding-dong.”
Someone had sent him a WeChat message.
Wēn Sòng stood by the sofa and took out his phone from his pocket.
He clicked into WeChat and saw it was a message from Guān Suī.
[S]: .
Just a single, ambiguous period.
For some reason, Wēn Sòng suddenly thought of Zhào Míngzhuó. He exited the chat interface and went to the other party’s Moments.
[Zhào Míngzhuó]: Whose boyfriend is this thoughtful? Found out I had a fever and rushed back to cook me a bowl of noodles.
Below, several mutual friends had liked and commented.
Among the list of likes was Guān Suī.