Taking a deep breath, Yunfeng knocked on the private room door.
"Come in," a soft, husky voice called out to him.
It sounded weirdly familiar, but Yunfeng couldn't pinpoint where he had heard the voice before.
'What does it matter? I'll just serve and leave,' he thought, putting on a smile and walking in with the servant trolley of food.
Without looking up, he started placing the dishes on the table.
"You're doing good."
Yunfeng gazed up to meet a pair of obsidian eyes peering right into his soul.
He froze.
"Muchen?"
"Why? Surprised to see me alive?" he raised a brow. "I'm actually surprised to see you moving around. Aren't you supposed to be in bed right now?" He gestured to his arm.
Yunfeng nodded. "Oh… the doctors said it was okay for me to be discharged." Seeing Muchen's handsome face reminded him of the video spreading around on the web. This guy actually charged at the gunned assailant with a rolling pin! A rolling pin, for God's sake. He didn't have to be so careless.
He desperately wanted to chide this guy, but he held it all back.
Silently, he placed all the dishes on the table.
"Please enjoy your meal," he bowed to him.
Muchen smiled his way. "Oh, I'm going to enjoy this very much~"
Yunfeng nodded and was about to exit the room.
"Where do you think you're going? I've yet to taste the food. What if this is poisoned?" he took a spoonful of onion soup and sipped it.
"It's not poisoned." Yunfeng frowned deeply. 'What is wrong with this crazy guy? Why does he keep pestering me? Did I do some bad karma in my past life to deserve this?'
The whole room was actually filled with that delicate rose scent. Even now, Yunfeng was feeling that residual heat spreading onto his body.
'Shit, his pheromones are so strong. Fuck…'
He had to leave fast.
"If you don't have a problem, I'll wait outside the room for you, sir." He tried his best to smile, but it came out as a forced, fake smile.
Muchen gazed up with a smile. "Come here, I ordered too much." He gestured for him to sit down.
Yunfeng firmly stood his ground. "Sorry, sir, I'm currently working, so I can't accompany you for this lovely dinner..." He was definitely not going to join this alpha for dinner. Who knows when he could pounce on him?
With the fake smile, he gazed at Muchen's face. Muchen's smile faded into a frown. 'Ohh, I pissed off the crazy man. What to do... what can I do...'
"Even though I can't join you for this lovely dinner, I can most definitely help you out with whatever you need. More crotons, perhaps?"
Muchen gazed at him, slightly nodding. "I see how it is," with a dazzling smirk, he peered into Yunfeng's dodging eyes. "Hand me the salt. This thing is bland as fuck."
Yunfeng hurriedly took out a salt shaker and held it out to him.
"Thank you," Muchen said as he took the shaker, and their fingers brushed each other.
For a second, Yunfeng felt his whole body tremble at the sensation of his touch. The weird heat came back with fury.
Gulping, he fanned himself slightly. 'Can't lose it right now!'
He watched Muchen cleanly shake the salt over the soup. He then mixed it up and tasted it. "Ah, now it tastes too salty. What can I do? Yunfeng, didn't you propose to help me with this? Can you be a peach and get me a new soup, please? This time well-seasoned."
"Definitely, sir."
Given a reason, Yunfeng hurried out of the private room with the soup in hand.
It was normal for them to remake dishes for guests if they found them unappetizing. So, he was fine with having the soup remade.
He waited by the kitchen, taking deep breaths of the smoky scent coming from inside. It managed to calm his heated body down. 'Phew, that was bad... he really can't control his pheromones... but does he even know he has them?'
Currently, he was in a time when alphas and omegas did not exist, but weirdly, Muchen seemed to have the overwhelming pheromone of an alpha. It was highly likely that this guy didn't even know he was letting off such a tantalizing scent.
Soon, Yunfeng returned with a new bowl of soup.
Muchen gazed at him with that crafty smile.
For a second, Yunfeng felt his whole body heat up. He had just momentarily left for the kitchen, but in those few minutes, the room was already filled with an intense smell of roses. That tantalizing scent was overwhelming him.
'Gods, I hope he can realize how good he smells... it's making me react…' He gazed at the ground and slightly shuffled his feet to hide his newly awakened third leg.
"Hey."
Their eyes met.
Muchen's smoldering black eyes peered at him intensely for a second, and then he cleared his throat. "This soup is... lacking something. Can you have this remade?"
"Y-yes, sir," Yunfeng stammered as he took the bowl and left the room.
Muchen hurriedly took a sip of water. His throat went dry just now when he met that man's eyes. 'Why am I reacting that way? I bet it's all because of that night! Ah!!! My body remembers all that! I can't let that happen. I have to fight my demons...'
On his phone, he gazed at a certain photo with a glare. 'Demon named Lin Yunfeng; I will overcome you.'
But looking at the photo for a second, he let out a small chuckle.
In the picture, the young brat was sitting on the hospital bed in a simple white gown. His whole face was scowling, gazing at the green porridge in front of him.
The nurse he had bribed had securely sent in a few photos of Yunfeng's meals in the hospital. It was the most accomplished he had felt in a long time.
'I bet his tongue is coated with that bitterness... yes, you must suffer too.'
Soon the door opened, and Yunfeng came back with another freshly made bowl of soup.
'Ah, look at his face. He looks radiant. I bet he is sleeping every day. How can he sleep when I am sleepless because of him? Hmph.'
Muchen sat up straight as he placed the soup in front of him. For name's sake, he took a sip. "This is too cold. If I wanted to cool my throat, I could have drunk cold water," he said with a smile.
He could already see Yunfeng's eyebrows twitch at his statement.
"I'll have the kitchen redo it, sir." He went to pick up the bowl.
Muchen intentionally touched his hand. But feeling the cold skin, he paused.
This was a young man who was working for his day-to-day pay. He did not want to torture him even more.
He simply gave him the bowl. "I don't want any onion soup. Just charge me for the other bowls."