02

 Song Yu's face flushed red.

Although he liked these fluffy pajamas, as an Alpha, wasn't it too unimpressive to wear them?

But then he thought, scumbags would do anything to win someone over, so wearing cute clothes didn't mean anything.

He needed to calm down.

"Do you want to wear this?" Si Ling suddenly asked.

The mission was complete, and Song Yu didn't intend to make things difficult for his loyal subordinate. He was about to say "No need" when an OOC warning sounded in his mind.

Yes, he was now a womanizer and a gigolo, so he definitely wouldn't give Si Ling a good look.

So Song Yu tried his best to make a difficult expression: "You want me to wear such thick pajamas in this weather? Can't you even do this little thing right? Fine, hang the clothes on the chair, I'll find them myself, you can leave!" As soon as

his boss passed away, his Alpha husband began to reveal his true nature.

The politeness and restraint he had when he first entered the house had long since disappeared, leaving only his temper and arrogance.

Having worked in the industry for many years, Si Ling had encountered all sorts of people. Even when Song Yu first started dating Chu Zeyan, he could discern the man's true character.

Of course, if Chu Zeyan liked him, this minor flaw was insignificant.

Si Ling's expression was indifferent; he nodded slightly and hung the not-so-thick fleece pajamas he was holding on the chair.

Song Yu waved for him to leave.

As the door closed, Si Ling turned back and saw through the crack that the young man walked to the chair, slightly hunched over, and moved closer to the pink rabbit-patterned pajamas.

Like a small animal, he twitched his nose.

Si Ling's eyelids twitched inappropriately.

From his angle, he could see the Alpha's slender waist and tall figure.

Perhaps, compared to the serious and aloof Chu Zeyan, the more beautiful and charming Song Yu was more suited to this outfit.

The image formed in his mind.

Si Ling closed the door, no longer pondering whether Song Yu had worn the pajamas to please his wife.

*

“After Chu Zeyan’s funeral, Song Yu stayed home quietly for a few days. However, given that Chu Zeyan’s parents had already passed away and no one was there to supervise him, his heart had already soared into the outside world. He began to party every night, indulging in all sorts of wild activities, getting drunk in bars, and frequenting brothels.”

Song Yu: “…”

This was the original description of Song Yu.

He thought for a moment, feeling somewhat troubled: [Should I still go to bars and get drunk?]

009: [You only need to go to the bar and let the system approve you.] Song

Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

Chu Zeyan was an only child, and his parents had passed away from illness a few years ago. His relationship with other relatives was not close, and he was the most qualified person to inherit Chu Zeyan’s estate.

Song Yu didn’t care how much Chu Zeyan’s estate was; he found that he had enough money in his account.

After staying at home for a few days, he received his second task—to pick up girls at bars.

Song Yu changed into a silk shirt and went to a well-known bar nearby that night. He was actually a little nervous when he arrived at the door, after all, he had never been to such a place before. However, for the sake of points, he gritted his teeth and went in.

The bar wasn't quite what he had imagined. There weren't scantily clad Alphas dancing wildly together in the smoky atmosphere; nor were there any drunken people causing trouble. Song Yu

breathed a sigh of relief and went to the counter to ask the bartender for a menu.

It was all in English… and he couldn't understand a word of it. Song Yu returned the menu to the bartender and thought for a moment: "Do you have any drinks? Non-alcoholic."

In the last world, he had just had a little fruit wine and got so drunk; this time, he didn't have any friends with him, so he definitely couldn't drink.

Song Yu was still wary.

The bartender was a handsome man with long hair and upturned eyes. He had his eye on Song Yu the moment he entered—he hadn't seen such a pure and pretty young man in a long time.

Coming to a bar for a drink? It seemed to be his first time.

Of course, the bartender was merely admiring the beauty's face and didn't have any other ulterior motives, but the other men present might not be so sure.

Some of the Alphas' gazes were already glued to this little beauty, like a pack of wolves eyeing a little rabbit.

Although few people here drink beverages, the bartender still took a bottle of Coke from the small refrigerator under the bar, poured Song Yu a glass, and thoughtfully included a small lemon-flavored umbrella.

Song Yu took it and pointed at the umbrella with some curiosity: "Can I take this with me?"

The bartender paused slightly, then said, "Of course."

His smile deepened; he really was an innocent little rabbit.

Song Yu sat down, slowly sipping his Coke, looking around for someone to strike up a conversation with. But some people were chatting, and others looked intimidating, so he hesitated to approach them.

009 Reminder: [Host, you have half an hour. You can ask where you bought the clothes and how much they cost; that's also a way to strike up a conversation.]

Oh, I see.

Seeing that the questions were relatively serious, Song Yu mustered his courage, but still couldn't take the first step.

"Who are you looking at?"

the bartender suddenly asked. Song Yu looked at him, his gaze landing on the man's black uniform. He blinked, a sudden idea forming in his mind: "Your uniform is quite nice. Where did you buy it?"

This was clearly a flirtation.

The bartender looked at the young man's delicate, handsome face, his lips glistening with moisture. Despite the flirtation, his expression was so innocent and pure.

He began to feel thirsty and his breathing became unsteady as he replied, "It's my work uniform."

Song Yu said "Oh," feeling that ending the conversation like this wouldn't be good, so he pointed to his own uniform: "My wife bought this for me!"

Seeing the shocked expression on the other man's face, the young man's handsome face showed a hint of smugness: [See, he's so scared now that he knows I'm a kept man!]

009: ...

009 can detect human emotional fluctuations and heart rate responses. It dared not tell its host that the other man's pores opened slightly and he was in a state of emotional excitement after hearing that he had a lover.

It silently prayed, even hoping the fragment of the main god would find a host quickly; otherwise, after a few attempts to flirt with him, everyone in the bar would be eyeing its beautiful host.

The bartender suppressed the excitement in his eyes: "You have a wife? No… you're a Beta?"

One reason for this was that he hadn't smelled any pheromones on Song Yu since earlier.

Song Yu shook his head: "I'm an Alpha."

The bartender was surprised, seemingly unable to believe it: "You're an Alpha?"

Such a… beautiful Alpha.

The Alphas who came here practically wanted to release pheromones from their entire bodies; in their eyes, the stronger the pheromones, the more attractive they were to the opposite sex.

But the young man only had a faint floral scent.

The bartender couldn't quite describe the scent, but it was unique and pleasant, perfectly complementing the young man's innocent yet alluring face.

It was irresistible, drawing him closer.

His gaze swept around, and sure enough, as expected, a large group of people were eavesdropping on his conversation with the beautiful Alpha.

He could see the lust in the eyes of these Alphas and Omegas seeking pleasure.

Indeed.

The sense of transgression stemming from having a wife.

And an Alpha who aroused a desire for conquest.

Too many stimuli combined, not to mention, that face was a killer.

The bartender looked away, silently scoffing at the group of eager but hesitant individuals, yet also feeling smug at being approached and favored by such a beauty. Just as he was about to ask for her contact information, he noticed the banknotes left on the table and a handsome figure's back.

As the beautiful young man left his seat, some bold Alphas approached, wanting to exchange contact information, only to be refused.

Several others followed suit.

No one dared to approach him anymore, thinking the young man was too picky.

They all started to feel insecure about their appearance.

*

After successfully striking up a conversation, Song Yu seemed to have found a trick, spending a whole week sitting at the bar trying to chat up the bartenders.

No matter what the question was, Song Yu would always steer the conversation towards his wife.

His intention was to let everyone know he was a bad gigolo, hoping to deter others. But little did he know, this only made them more eager.

Because of the shift system, all the bartenders at the bar had been approached by Song Yu. Both Alphas and Omegas felt that Song Yu was more interested in them, and they started competing internally, even voluntarily working overtime for free on their days off.

Soon, the entire bar became famous in the neighborhood because of this beautiful Alpha with a wife, and the customer traffic increased several times over.

Sitting alone at the bar drinking cola, Song Yu was unaware that he had become the bar's celebrity.

After spending a week's worth of drinks there, Song Yu felt a little sorry for his wallet, but he had other tasks for the next few days and wouldn't need to come here anymore.

Song Yu pushed through the crowd and overheard people talking behind him: "What perfume is he wearing? I couldn't find any for sale."

"That's his own pheromones, how could you possibly buy it?"

"What a pity..."

Song Yu lowered his head and lifted his shirt to smell it, discovering many different scents on his clothes. He found it a bit overpowering, so he quickly hailed a taxi home.

Back at the villa, he went straight to his bedroom on the second floor as usual, but today he was stopped.

Song Yu stared at the man's shirt buttons. The man was wearing a very standard, conservative white shirt, probably an ill-fitting size, the top few buttons bulging.

Looking up, he could see Si Ling's gentle and humble face.

The man called him, "Mr. Song."

Although a Beta, he was almost a head taller than Song Yu, an Alpha.

Song Yu took a few steps back, and after a moment of hesitation, realized she was about to become fierce: "What are you doing? Are you going to block my way?"

Si Ling's gaze swept over Song Yu's slightly reddened eyes, maintaining a poker face, and said calmly, "You need to retrieve the things that Mr. Chu left in the lab tomorrow."

This was related to the task 009 had mentioned today—Song Yu didn't cherish Chu Zeyan's things and didn't want to do this, but thinking that she could use this opportunity to curry favor with the protagonist, she agreed.

However, Chu Zeyan's colleagues saw him break the things, and a few people started arguing. Just then, the protagonist passed by, and Song Yu's image in front of the protagonist plummeted.

This was the starting point for the protagonist's romantic subplot.

"I know!" Song Yu pretended to be reluctant and continued to make things difficult, "Is the bathwater ready?"

"It's ready for you." Si Ling's voice was gentle, but it didn't make people feel close. "Do I need to pick out pajamas for you today?"

"No need." Song Yu waved her hand.

It wouldn't be good if she brought out some strange clothes again.

Hearing the progress bar advance a bit, Song Yu was satisfied and went straight to the second floor, unaware of the man's increasingly deep gaze behind him.

Si Ling thought Song Yu would at least tone it down a bit, but unexpectedly, he didn't want to pretend anymore after Chu Zeyan's death. For a week now, the young man had been returning home every night covered in pheromones.

A chaotic mix, obscuring the original faint floral scent.

His boss, Chu Zeyan, probably never imagined that the wardrobe full of expensive shirts he bought for his husband would come in handy after his death.

Song Yu's fair and beautiful face could easily carry off such extravagant clothes; in fact, it made his waist appear even more slender and supple. If an Alpha had even slightly more strength, they could easily lift him up by the waist with one hand.

No, not even an Alpha.

Even a Beta like him could lift him up, but given Song Yu's spoiled nature, he would probably struggle while cursing.

Struggling would be of little use.

At most, his toes barely touched the ground; even with his toes pointed, he couldn't reach it. After a few struggles, he was exhausted and didn't even want to curse anymore, only his eyes reddened.

Si Ling could tell that no matter how fierce the young man pretended, he was the type who could be easily bullied to tears.

Perhaps Chu Zeyan knew this too.

Si Ling suppressed her increasingly distorted thoughts, turned around and went upstairs to wait for her master's orders.

*

Staying at the bar meant staying until after midnight, and Song Yu hadn't slept well for several days.

Since he didn't have to go the next day, he quickly took a shower and went to bed early.

The next day at noon, Song Yu was driven to Chu Zeyan's office building.

Chu Zeyan worked at the Mecha Academy. Because the country valued this field, his status was exceptionally high. Although he was usually cold and unapproachable, the public's admiration for power had elevated him to a pedestal; almost everyone knew of the aloof Professor Chu, the academy's unattainable beauty.

Song Yu picked up his prepared family work ID, swiped it at the building's identity verification machine, and with a beep, the door opened.

This work pass was specially applied for for him by Chu Zeyan during their relationship, in case it was inconvenient for him to come and go when he came looking for him. However, Song Yu's first visit was to collect his belongings.

It was still a bit of a pity.

Following 009's instructions, Song Yu took the elevator to the third floor. Chu Zeyan's office was the last one. The room was large, and the mecha parts were all stored in the space capsule's restricted area, separated by a glass door.

Song Yu didn't need to touch those.

He only needed to tidy up his personal belongings in the office.

There were very few things on Chu Zeyan's desk: a computer, a pen holder, and a few documents. Song Yu didn't touch the computer or documents, but simply put away the few coats Chu Zeyan had hung in the room into a cardboard box.

He opened the drawer and was surprised to find something else inside.

It was a framed wedding photo.

In the photo, both Chu Zeyan and he were wearing white suits, facing the camera. He smiled brightly, while Chu Zeyan looked at him, his expression less cold.

It seemed Chu Zeyan genuinely wanted to live a good life with him.

It was

a pity he'd met the wrong person. "It's okay, you'll soon be reborn and find your true love." Song Yu muttered to himself as he dusted the photo frame.

In the other drawer was a small teddy bear.

Song Yu was somewhat surprised: "Does Chu Zeyan like this kind of thing?"

009: "This is a gift Chu Zeyan received from his parents in his childhood; it's something very precious to him."

The bear's ears were faded but clean, showing that its owner had touched it many times and cherished it greatly.

Song Yu carefully placed the bear into a cardboard box. After doing all this, 009 reminded him: "Host, someone's here."

The footsteps grew closer, and Song Yu immediately feigned impatience: "Why so much stuff? It's such a hassle!" Hearing

the commotion, the people at the door looked inside and saw a stranger tossing Chu Zeyan's clothes into a box. They immediately asked sternly, "Who are you?"

Seeing that the task had finally arrived, Song Yu glanced at the group opposite her and said lazily, "I am Chu Zeyan's husband."

Everyone was stunned.

Everyone in their compound knew Chu Zeyan was married, but many hadn't received wedding invitations, and none of those present had ever seen Song Yu before.

However, they hadn't expected that an Omega like Chu Zeyan would choose a seemingly delicate and weak Alpha as his marriage partner. One of the Alphas tested Song Yu's mental strength with a flicker of his own, finding it negligible.

Wasn't she just a pretty face?

The others tacitly understood, their gazes towards Song Yu now tinged with disdain.

Song Yu's progress was accelerating, so he pressed on: "I'm here to collect my lover's belongings, and you're going to interfere too?"

While the statement itself wasn't wrong, his arrogance on their first meeting caused everyone to frown. The Alpha who had tested him with his mental power earlier spoke up: "Since they are the teacher's belongings, please take good care of them."

Song Yu simply said "Oh."

Someone noticed him casually touching the documents on the table: "These are confidential work documents; you can't take them."

Song Yu wanted to act out his character and cause trouble.

But he was tongue-tied, and being spoken to loudly left him momentarily speechless, unable to find a reason to refute. His eyes slowly welled up with tears.

...Why was he crying?

Perhaps his face was too pitiful, because soon, the Alpha who had reprimanded Song Yu was surrounded and attacked by the others: "Maybe he didn't intend to take them back."

"Exactly, speak properly; after all, they're the teacher's family."

Even the Alpha who had spoken began to reflect on his actions, glancing furtively at Song Yu's face, his ears turning red as he said, "I...I, I'm sorry..."

Song Yu froze.

Why did he apologize? How can he start arguing now? How can he attract the protagonist's attention?

Song Yu subconsciously bit her lower lip.

Just as the room fell silent, a voice suddenly came from the doorway: "What is it?"

Everyone turned around and saw Fu Yuan.

Fu Yuan and Chu Zeyan were classmates and colleagues. It was understandable that he would come to the office to mourn his friend's passing. However, Fu Yuan had a strong aura and extremely strong mental strength. In addition, he had been on the battlefield, so his face had a somewhat bloodthirsty coldness.

So for a moment, no one dared to speak.

Moreover, there were rumors that Fu Yuan always looked down on delicate Alphas, especially those who cried easily.

Thinking of the young man's face, which looked like he was about to cry when he was spoken to loudly, everyone couldn't help but worry about him.

However, the next moment, they saw the young man, who had been looking dejected, suddenly brighten up when he saw Fu Yuan, and then quickly hide behind the tall man.

He tilted his head and said, "This is my lover's friend. He's very powerful!"

Then he showed a spoiled and arrogant look: "Don't mess with me."

Everyone couldn't help but gasp.

Oh no!

Fu Yuan hated it most when people tried to curry favor!

Some people couldn't bear to see such a handsome young man criticized and wanted to speak up for Song Yu. But the next second, the Alpha general, who always hated being flattered, didn't even frown and questioned them, "What's going on?" "

?"

With just those four simple words, everyone realized that Fu Yuan seemed to have tacitly approved of the young man's arrogance.

Of course, how could he not take care of his friend's husband?

Everyone lowered their heads, no one daring to speak, especially after learning that the young man was receiving special attention from this high-ranking Alpha.

Song Yu was the first to speak.

He himself was a little surprised; why hadn't Fu Yuan reprimanded him to his face, but instead genuinely thought he had been bullied?

How could a gigolo like him possibly be bullied?

It wasn't a big deal, but seeing everyone so tense, Song Yu nervously explained, "N-nothing..."

"I came to help Zeyan pack his things."

"It's nothing serious."

Then, someone explained that it was just a misunderstanding. Fu Yuan softened his tone: "I'll watch him pack his things. Don't worry about the documents. You can all leave now."

Everyone silently left.

[Task Two Completed, Reward 1500 Points.]

Regardless, the task was complete.

Song Yu emerged from behind Fu Yuan, packing the few remaining items.

The room was quiet, but Fu Yuan's aura was exceptionally strong. Song Yu felt like a child being supervised by their parent, extremely uncomfortable.

Why isn't he leaving! Doesn't he dislike him?

Or is he going to give him a hard time now that no one's around?

Song Yu felt uneasy, but outwardly continued packing. The bookshelf was high, and he had to stand on tiptoe to reach the thick books on top.

Fu Yuan wanted to help, but when he saw the young man's unintentionally exposed white lower back, his expression froze, and he instantly looked away.

Top-tier Alphas are highly sensitive to scents, and Fu Yuan easily detected an unfamiliar fragrance on his arm.

It was the scent Song Yu had left behind him earlier.

He had always thought Song Yu had no pheromones, but it turned out they were only faint.

Fu Yuan amplified his senses, and a rich floral fragrance wafted over, as vibrant and alluring as the young man himself.

He was usually indifferent to things outside of training, but he thought of something that had happened not long ago.

One of his subordinates had just started dating and wanted to be with her 24/7, leading to teasing from those around him: "How can he not be love-struck? That Omega he found talks so sweetly."

The subordinate's dark skin didn't show any redness, but his tone was shy: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Oh, I saw it all, your wife grabbed your arm and acted all cute—" the other person deliberately mimicked the tone, "My husband is so amazing!"

Fu Yuan's eyelids twitched.

Had Song Yu said something similar while hiding behind him earlier?

He took a deep breath, suppressing his increasingly hot blood, but he couldn't escape the floral scent clinging to him.

*

Song Yu successfully completed mission two, bringing Chu Zeyan's belongings back to the villa.

Although Fu Yuan had been watching him closely, he probably saw that nothing went wrong and didn't say anything in the end, even offering to send someone to bring him back.

However, the Chu family's driver was waiting outside the school, and Song Yu politely declined.

Perhaps the protagonist was too grief-stricken about losing his friend and didn't want to argue with him.

Song Yu carried the cardboard box back to the bedroom.

According to his character, he only married Chu Zeyan for money, so after the other's death, he would tidy up all of the other's things, stuffing them into a corner of the closet, even carelessly throwing the ring and wedding photos into a drawer to collect dust.

Song Yu felt a little sorry for it, but he did as he was told to maintain his persona.

However, he decided to rescue the slightly worn teddy bear from its cardboard box. It

had probably fallen accidentally on the way, and was now covered in dust. Song Yu planned to wash the bear while he showered.

The bedroom was large and had a private bathroom. Song Yu grabbed his change of clothes, picked up the plush toy, and went into the bathroom.

The sink was shallow, and the water flow was strong; it was easy to get your clothes wet if you weren't careful. Since Song Yu had just showered, he was worried about getting his bathrobe wet, so he took it off first before washing the bear.

The water flowed over the young man's long, slender fingers; he used a gentle touch, like giving the toy a massage.

He quickly washed and wrung out the bear, placing it in the corner of the sink before putting on his bathrobe.

As he turned, he felt a cool breeze brush against

his lower back. The breeze lingered for a few seconds, as if something invisible was touching him.

The touch… was a bit too much.

Song Yu couldn't help but shudder. (

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