Otherwise, he would never have been sent to the front lines to gather intelligence.
Every country treasured an S-rank guide Omega like him. His value alone equaled that of ten or a hundred ordinary people. Unless absolutely necessary, no one would send him into danger.
They simply could not afford to lose him.
As expected, he steadied Shao Siyan. The predator-like gaze fixed on its prey gradually calmed, only to be replaced by intense doubt.
After being ill for so long, Shao Siyan understood what he became during an episode.
He did not exactly beat everyone he encountered, but the difference was small. He needed an outlet.
At home and at the company, he normally entered the gym, pounded the punching bags, and destroyed things while trying not to hurt anyone.
During the past two weeks, however, he seemed to have boxed far less often.
Shao Siyan studied the person before him.
Bright eyes like autumn water gazed at him tenderly, their clear irises filled entirely with his reflection.
The adoration was obvious. Shao Siyan was not made of stone; faced with such devotion, he felt somewhat unwilling to disappoint him.
His voice emerged much softer than expected. “You see only me?”
His voice was as soft and light as a dream, as though the slightest touch could shatter it.
Bewitched, Shao Siyan calmed further. He lowered his eyes and slowly bent his head.
His tall body completely blocked the secretarial desk’s view and enclosed Chi Junyan in his arms. Only a thread of distance remained between their lips.
Every romantic thought inside Shao Siyan instantly disappeared.
He slowly straightened, his presence overwhelming.
He was puzzled.
From their time together, Shao Siyan appeared extremely particular. Whenever anyone else was home—even the auntie who had watched him grow up—he dressed impeccably.
This was his workplace. Surely intimacy at work also violated his standards.
Why was he so angry?
Moreover…
As at the beginning, they could touch only air and now moved uselessly through emptiness.
While he continued trying, someone abruptly seized his arm.
Applying some force, Shao Siyan dragged him into the nearest room.
It was a small conference room.
Because it was cleaned regularly, it was spotless.
But no one had used it for several days, and the air smelled noticeably stale.
Shao Siyan’s grip hurt, and the air smelled unpleasant.
“President Shao…mmph…”
The man pressed him down and ravaged his lips fiercely.
Lying on the conference room’s cold, hard table, Chi Junyan alternated between heat and chills.
His upper body was naked and entirely exposed, while the instigator had not even disturbed his tie and had only unfastened his suit jacket.
The heating system worked faithfully, but only a trace of warmth entered through the cracks around the door and windows before dissipating in the cold air.
Afterward, he lay on his side clutching his clothes for a long time before he could leave the table.
Drip.
It was the sound of liquid striking a hard surface.
Belatedly looking down, Chi Junyan saw the drop slide across a polished shoe and disappear into the carpet, mingling with the tea spilled earlier.
Shao Siyan was already fully dressed—he had removed almost nothing. He grasped the handle, opened the door, and left without saying a word.
In the dim room, Chi Junyan dressed and took several deep breaths with his eyes closed before going outside.
Naturally, no one remained beyond the door.
He went to wash the cups and returned to Shao Siyan’s office only after a long time.
While washing, he thought deeply.
Which step had he performed incorrectly?
He had followed his training strictly, and the way his mental tendrils circled had been flawless.
At school, his instructor would certainly have modeled their movement as the standard answer for younger students.
Had his voice not been gentle enough? Had his gaze lacked sincerity?
Shao Siyan shared one trait with sentinels: extremely acute senses.
That had given Chi Junyan familiar confidence when dealing with him.
Now it appeared that an ordinary person remained ordinary and differed greatly from a sentinel Alpha.
But that confused him even more.
If Shao Siyan was not even a sentinel Alpha, Chi Junyan’s methods should have been more effective.
Why had they worked less well instead?
If even superior sentinel Alphas could not resist him, should an ordinary man not be easier to handle?
No.
He remembered the enemy officer who had exposed him.
That man was a sentinel Alpha stripped of his enhanced senses, making him entirely immune to Chi Junyan’s methods.
Both pheromones and mental tendrils.
Come to think of it, Shao Siyan probably had never smelled his pheromones.
He remained until closing time without seeing him again.
Feeling that something was wrong, he asked at the secretarial desk and learned that Shao Siyan had left long ago.
Perhaps he had gone immediately after leaving the conference room, or while Chi Junyan washed the cup and treated the stained carpet.
A colleague asked, “Aren’t you leaving?”
Where would he go?
Shao Siyan had left without a word. Where could Chi Junyan go?
In the underground parking area, Shao Siyan’s car was absent from its reserved space.
Now both man and car were gone. Chi Junyan returned to the office building, momentarily uncertain where he belonged.
But his confusion lasted only briefly. Once he confirmed that Shao Siyan had indeed left him behind, he regained his composure.
If he wanted to leave permanently, this was an excellent opportunity.
Shao Siyan usually watched him closely, with bodyguards following whenever he went outside.
But now he was free.
For one instant, the desire for freedom occupied the command center of his mind.
Then he dismissed it.
Where could he go now?
When Shao Siyan opened his apartment door, the auntie was busy inside.
Today marked the beginning of winter, when people traditionally ate rice dumplings.
Hearing the door, she stood to greet him. “Sir.”
Shao Siyan disliked anything with an odor. Even his kitchen occupied a separately purchased apartment, and cooking was absolutely forbidden in his residence.
Today was a festival, and they were only shaping rice dumplings. Rice flour had little smell, so the auntie prepared and cooked them here. That kept them fresh and prevented them from cooling or becoming soggy while being carried from the other apartment.
The dumplings had almost no odor. When food occasionally needed to be prepared and served immediately, the cooking staff also worked here. Shao Siyan did not object to that.
He hummed in acknowledgment. Remembering the occasion, he said nothing more.
The auntie quickly put the dumplings into the pot, set the heat and timer, then led everyone away.
Only the bubbling pot remained audible.
Shao Siyan entered through air blurred by steam.
He sat down, then felt something was missing.
“Where is Chi Junyan?”
He opened the door and called a bodyguard.
The man froze. “President Shao, you left the company alone.”
Oh, right.
Shao Siyan remembered.
He disliked Chi Junyan’s divided personalities in and out of bed. When he left on business earlier, he had deliberately said nothing.
Frowning, he closed the door and searched the apartment.
Then he opened it again. “He hasn’t returned.”
After several calls, the bodyguard reported, “They say he’s still at the company.”
Still there? Quite a temper.
Shao Siyan sneered, closed the door, and returned to the table. After only two bites, everything tasted increasingly wrong.
Even the steam smelled terrible.
The bodyguard outside watched his boss reopen the door, fully dressed and grim-faced. “Go to the company.”
By the time Shao Siyan returned, night had fallen completely. Stars spread across the blue-velvet sky like an overturned box of pearls.
He successfully cornered Chi Junyan in his office. “Why didn’t you go home?”
Chi Junyan had nearly fallen asleep across the desk. He raised misty eyes. “You took the car. I have no money, so I couldn’t hire one.”
He looked pitiful.
Shao Siyan’s anger strangely diminished. “Why didn’t you call me?”
He lowered his head proactively. “I’ll definitely call next time.”
His voice was soft and sweet.
Shao Siyan paused, unaware that the anger had vanished from his face. “Let’s go home.”
Shao Siyan caught him. Looking at the red mark pressed into his cheek and smelling the faint sweetness from his body, he said hoarsely, “You’re deliberately seducing me.”
His thoughts wandering, Shao Siyan touched his thin lips to Chi Junyan’s pale pink ear. “I think you are.”
The office building was nearly empty and very quiet.
When Shao Siyan pinned him before the floor-to-ceiling window, the icy glass and terror of complete exposure swept over Chi Junyan together.
He struggled slightly. “President Shao, not here.”
Shao Siyan gripped his chin and made him look outside. “Isn’t the view beautiful?”
He tried to cover himself, but the man behind him pulled his narrow waist. To remain balanced, he could only brace both hands against the glass.
“President Shao…” Chi Junyan called helplessly.
Shao Siyan bit his ear. “Call me Brother.”
Author’s Note:
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