The disdain in Ji Xinglanâs eyes caused Yan Qiuâs self-esteem to suffer 100 critical hits. Yan Qiu quickly lifted up his pants, wishing to go back to his old life. When Yan Qiu looked up after a while, he found the door in front of him was closed.
However, before Ji Xinglan completely closed the door, he uttered, âGet dressed and come to my study.â
Yan Qiu arranged his clothes and silently cursed. This really was the Ji Xinglan he knew. What kind of expression was that? As if he was the one who had lost something.
There were several pairs of slippers in the shoe cabinet beside the door, all of which were cute styles. He didnât want to wear any of them. Yan Qiu struggled for a while before finally slipping on some fluffy pink rabbit slippers, walking out the door. With every step he took, the cute rabbit ears atop the slippers trembled. Damn! This school bully wearing pink bunny slippers. It was about as majestic as a big Russian man wearing a tutu while dancing to Swan Lake.
If his guess was correct, this was the famous central district of Hengcheng. The land in this city center was extremely valuable. Those who could afford to buy a villa in the city center were not simply rich; they were ultra-rich.
His brothers used to drink and boast; all of them liked bragging on of how they would buy suites in the central villa area when they graduated. Yan Qiu peered at the interior of the home and thought that Ji Xinglan was truly rich.
They walked through a western corridor full of paintings, then through a spiral staircase. Finally, they arrived in front of a study on the second floor. The butler stopped, gesturing for him to enter.
Yan Qiu glanced at the study. The door was facing the wall, and on the wall was an ebony bookcase full of Chinese books and other foreign writings. He gazed at the shelves of golden books and covers. A house with shelves full of collectorâs books and items, those must be for rich people who donât read books.
The butler stood aside respectfully, clearly waiting at the door. Yan Qiu didnât want to face Ji Xinglan alone, so he asked, âArenât you going in?â
With a professional smile on his face, the butler shook his head and answered earnestly, âMaster never allows outsiders in his study.â
The butler was eager for him to enter, lest he incurs the Young Masterâs wrath. Thus, he opted to flatter the other, adding quietly, âYou used to be the Young Masterâs favorite. Hurry, go on in.â
ââŠâ Yan Qiu gave him a look. No, brother. To be honest, he used to be the most annoying fly to this Young Master.
But, seeing as he was about to enter, Yan Qiu was too lazy to argue. With a complex look, he straightened his black shirt, hoping that his previous embarrassment wouldnât be repeated, and stepped into the study.
Cold light filled the study, brightening the entire room.
Yan Qiu stepped onto the solid, spotless brown wooden floor before entering the study, which was filled with a cool scent. There was a man sitting at the large desk, half of his face eclipsed by his fair hair.
At the sight of the man, Yan Qiuâs heart raced violently, and his breathing paused for a brief moment.
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The other was born with a face that many alphas envied. His beauty was sharp as if carved by a knife. Ji Xinglan wore a pristine white suit jacket over his black shirt. The white suit jacket, it appeared, had just been meticulously ironed.
He had a temperament that was absent in his peers. One that could not have been forged overnight, rather, had acquired from having been born from the aristocracy of a distinguished military family. It was no wonder every omega was crazy for Young Master Ji.
Looking down at his own thin body, even Yan Qiu felt jealous.
On Ji Xinglanâs side, he held a lighter playfully, an unopened pack of cigarettes in front of him. He only smoked when he was bored or upset, which didnât seem to be the case today.
Upon hearing someone enter, Ji Xinglan, who was casually fiddling with his lighter, raised his head to observe Yan Qiu. As their gazes met, Yan Qiu scented wisps of pheromone. It was a cool scent like spring ice under the moon.
Before Yan Qiu could speak, Ji Xinglanâs eyes flickered down. When he saw Yan Qiuâs black shirt, his eyes sank. He gave Yan Qiu a penetrating look.
âHow dare you steal my clothes?â He asked slowly.
Yan Qiu was temporarily stunned, crying bitterly to himself. He had taken this shirt from the bottom of the wardrobe. Maybe the original owner stole it from Ji Xinglan â out of love or other shady business. No wonder the size was too large and the style didnât match the original owner.
The shirt hadnât been washed, so even jumping into a Yellow River couldnât get him clean. Here he had thought that Ji Xinglan was the pervert, but now it seemed like he was the pervert.
A pervert who was secretly in love with Young Master Ji, taking his pants off in front of him, and even stealing his clothes.
After glancing at Ji Xinglanâs face, Yan Qiu chased away the frank thoughts in his mind. The most important thing was to cover up the theft of his clothes.
Yan Qiu hadnât realized that he had been staring at Ji Xinglan for a long time. Ji Xinglan, on the other hand, seemed upset at his abnormal attitude and stared back. Without any reason, Yan Qiu suddenly felt a chill. He immediately gave the other youth a displeased look.
Ji Xinglan was using his pheromones to suppress him! This guy was dangerous and this situation was a loss. The effects of pheromone suppression were abundantly clear, and Yan Qiu could display only absolute obedience.
He didnât dare stare back at Ji Xinglan any longer, subconsciously backing away. He tried to avoid the source of danger, but the study was only so big. He backed directly into the frame of a large oil painting, hurting his shoulder.
Hiss, Yan Qiu inhaled sharply and turned his head towards the painting, studying the familiar figure in the painting.
A handsome black-haired teenager. Wasnât thisâŠ
Yan Qiu narrowed his eyes. The man in the painting was his former body. Why would Ji Xinglan hang a portrait of his former body on the wall opposing his desk?
In front of the portrait was a pale blue porcelain jar containing a bunch of fresh daisies, glistening with morning dew. If one were to speculate, the portrait and flowers were an indication that heâd ascended to the heavens.
Yan Qiu was restless. He wasnât surprised to find that he was likely dead â this he had already surmised. What really shocked him was that Ji Xinglan had his portrait in his study.
Maybe Ji Xinglan had hung the picture so that it could one day be used to practice darts. With him gone, wouldnât Young Master Ji be inclined to set off some celebratory fireworks? How could he possibly be mourned?
As doubt filled his heart, Yan Qiu frowned slightly. He asked, âWhat happened to Yan Qiu?â
Hearing his words, Ji Xinglan was stunned. His eyes flashed with an unpleasant gleam before he looked at Yan Qiu with sharp eyes. By his expression, Yan Qiu immediately noticed heâd said something wrong.
In Yan Qiuâs memory, although he couldnât stand Ji Xinglan and two had differing opinions, Ji Xinglan had never been angry with him. But at present, it was evident that Ji Xinglan was really angry. His face was still as handsome as before, but the frigidity in his eyes was sharp enough to kill.
Oh no, heâs blackened! Yan Qiu exclaimed in his heart. He subconsciously wanted to run, but Ji Xinglan didnât give him the chance. He didnât know when, but Ji Xinglan had gotten up from his chair and walked towards him, grabbing Yan Qiuâs wrists, pressing him against the wall.
Looking into Ji Xinglanâs cold eyes, Yan Qiu pitifully shrank his neck down. If he hadnât been suppressed, then he wouldnât have been afraid. They were both around the same level before, so who knew who wouldâve wonâŠ
Yet an omegaâs instincts were subjected to an alphaâs. Yan Qiu couldnât move after Ji Xinglan grabbed his wrists, so he could only struggle. Seeing Ji Xinglanâs face getting closer, Yan Qiu tried his best to raise his knees and kick the most vulnerable part of his abdomen.
âŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠ..
His knees made contact with his abdomen, but Ji Xinglan didnât move. Yan Qiu retracted his legs with a small smile. That was embarrassing.
Fuck. Yan Qiu chuckled, scolding himself in his heart.
Why was his strength so small! If Ji Xinglan wanted to seize him, he wouldnât be able to resist!
At the thought of the leather collar, Yan Qiu sprouted goosebumps. He forced his anger down; he couldnât afford to lose momentum. Raising his face, he stared back callously, âIf you donât want to answer, then donât answer. What are you so upset about?â
Ji Xinglan didnât give him a response, looking at him with dim, unclear eyes. Yan Qiu thought he might do something, but the young man only looked at him for a while before his expression relaxed. His pinched wrists were released.
Yan Qiu rubbed his wrists, looking at the delicate flesh with a trace of heartache. Just by grabbing it like this, his wrists had turned red.
As Ji Xinglan stared at Yan Qiu rubbing his wrists, an obscure expression flashed in his eyes. Xiao Qiu was awfully strange today.
This kind of oddity was not like the kind that came from hitting his head. It was as if his entire character like he was a different person. Such a stupid guy had learned to pry into othersâ affairs and even poked his weak spot.
Ji Xinglan took a look at Yan Qiu, who was sitting on the ground, rubbing his wrists. He was seated with his legs apart, with the aura of an alpha.
âFuck, Iâm in pain. Do you tend to use violence?â Yan Qiu grinned as he rubbed his red wrists.
Ji Xinglan stared silently at Yan Qiu and seemed to think of something. Without realizing, his expression had softened a lot.
Only one person dared to speak to him in this manner.
But that man was a domineering alpha. He wouldnât ever wear rabbit ear slippers in his life. Remembering the pink, pig-shaped slippers, he suddenly shivered. No matter how he looked at it, this situation was horrible.
He calmed himself, replying cooly, âHave you lost your mind? To dare to make such a joke to me.â
âI lost my memory.â Yan Qiu sat on the floor dejectedly and retorted, âIs this something you say to someone who has lost his memory?â
âDonât play tricks on me. Did you want to remind me that Qiu is gone?â Ji Xinglan glanced at him.
â⊠What happened to Yan Qiu? â Yan Qiu felt his heartbeat nervously and stopped moving.
From the silence and the look on Ji Xinglanâs face, it seemed things werenât good. Yan Qiu patted his thigh and secretly regretted asking. After all, he might say something wrong again.
âYou donât know Yan Qiu, so why are you even nervous about what happened to him?â Ji Xinglan asked with narrowed eyes.
âEr⊠I feel heâs familiar. Maybe I knew him before I lost my memory.â Yan Qiu remembered that his answer was full of loopholes and had no choice but to lie.
Unexpectedly, Ji Xinglan didnât feel angry. Instead, he answered seriously, âYan Qiu had a car accident half a year ago.â The sadness and hatred that flashed in his eyes were so heavy that Yan Qiu thought heâd been wronged. âI went to visit him at the cemetery this morning.â
Yan Qiu frowned. I died half a year ago.
This little omega probably fell down the stairs and died, so he took over. But Ji Xinglan wasnât here this morning. Heâd gone to pay tribute. At least he had some conscience.
Ji Xinglang eyed him suspiciously and awkwardly called, âXiao Qiu.â
Yan Qiu peered at him with reddened eyes and snorted, âWho are you calling so intimately? Are we close?â
Ji Xinglanâs eyes were red yet his tone was still cold. âI see youâve really lost your mind. Isnât Xiao Qiu your name?
Yan Qiu patted his head. He was thinking too much.
âIn a while, my mother will arrive. Donât talk to her too much. Just say youâve lost your memory.â
At the same time, the butler knocked on the door, bringing in a bowl of chicken soup. He reported that the old Madam had cooked it, before placing it on a table.
âYoung Master Qiu, the floor is cold. Donât sit on the ground.â The butler helped Yan Qiu from the floor into a chair.
Relieved, Yan Qiu sat down quietly as the butler handed him a spoon. The butler had been entrusted by the old Madam to care for Young Master Qiu. Just now, he had been eavesdropping at the door and quickly found an excuse to come and rescue him.
If it had been any other day and someone had dared to speak to the Young Master like that, Ji Xinglan would have made a fuss. Unexpectedly, he had not. The butler removed the tray and left with confidence.
Hungry, Yan Qiu tasted the soup. The smell of herbs was strong, and except for a slight medicinal taste, there seemed to be a hint of sweetness that wafted through the air. If he hadnât smelled it carefully, he might not have noticed at all. Thinking it was incensed, Yan Qiu paid it no mind.
Yan Qiu even had the vague suspicion that they were unfamiliar with each other, but he soon rejected this theory. It must have been because of his abnormal behavior that put Ji Xinglan on guard. Ji Xinglan had always been casual. How could he be engaged to someone he didnât know well?
He immersed himself in the soup. The chicken was well cooked, a thin layer of golden sesame oil floating on the surface. After he finished, Yan Qiu set the spoon down. He didnât know why but scented a fragrance in the air that became stronger and stronger. Unable to locate the source, he noticed that it seemed to be coming from himself.
Affected, Ji Xinglan frowned, looking at Yan Qiu. Amidst the light background, the young omegaâs eyelashes appeared as thick as crowâs feathers. His soft brown hair contrasted with his extremely pale skin. Beautiful eyes steamed with mist as if he had been bullied, stimulating the alphaâs possessiveness and desire to protect.
Their eyes met for a moment and Ji Xinglanâs expression changed. His Adamâs apple bobbed up and down and a hint of suppression showed in his eyes.
âWhereâs your inhibition collar?!â
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