As Wen Xiusen's words settled in, Bo Xiyun's initial reaction was disbelief. How could this be possible? However, as he looked at Wen Xiusen's face, he realized that Wen Xiusen hadn't been lying to him. This development was clearly beyond Bo Xiyun's expectations.
He had thought he was falling into a predicament, only to discover the truth – he was dealing with someone he had never expected to provoke. Bo Xiyun recalled a parallel world where he had discovered that someone had silently admired him for a long time. But now, it wasn't just admiration; he might be on the verge of something much more dangerous.
The room's silence was eventually interrupted by a faint sound coming from a phone on the table. Bo Xiyun turned his head to see a black-suited individual who had started to walk away but then answered the phone. Soon after, this person received new instructions and returned, bowing respectfully, to convey them.
It was evident that the call came from the employers of these black-suited individuals who were tasked with keeping Bo Xiyun under surveillance. They were likely his older brothers. They must have heard what Wen Xiusen had said and called back the bodyguards.
The situation had taken a complicated turn, leaving Bo Xiyun with many unanswered questions and growing concerns about the entanglement he found himself in.
Despite the actions of the black-suited bodygaurds, Wen Xiusen had been subtly observing them throughout. When Bo Xiyun turned to look at him, he found Wen Xiusen still wearing a calm and composed expression, completely unfazed.
Bo Xiyun couldn't help but wonder if the words spoken earlier had been intentionally said for the benefit of the phone call on the other end. However, even after the black-suited person with the phone had left, Wen Xiusen remained determined.
He repeated his question with the same cool and patient demeanor, "Will you sign?"
Bo Xiyun's gaze returned to the contract. He thought for a moment before cautiously responding, "I think handwritten revisions might not be formal."
Wen Xiusen's gaze shifted to the clause he had crossed out earlier, his expression remaining indifferent. "We can have it reprinted."
Wen Xiusen had been considerate in his responses, and someone unaware of the situation might have found his demeanor thoughtful. However, Bo Xiyun couldn't grant him that satisfaction.
After carefully considering the situation, Bo Xiyun cautiously asked, "Then why not use the contract from three years ago? Since it seems you're seeking some form of retaliation."
"Wouldn't handwritten revisions be even better, then?" Bo Xiyun suggested. Wen Xiusen glanced at him briefly, his expression still seemingly unaffected. However, his assistant, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up with a more delicate tone.
"Actually, the first contract was used initially, but it was torn up by you," the assistant explained.
Bo Xiyun couldn't help but touch his nose in response to this situation. He had indeed been in a bad state mentally after his transformation, so he hadn't retained much memories of his actions.
The assistant then turned to Wen Xiusen and said, "If we are going to completely remove the clauses, it may require legal involvement."
Legal involvement? Bo Xiyun pursed his lips at the thought. Were they really going to make this contract legally binding?
Just then, there was a knock at the door, and a medical professional entered the room, holding a report. They quietly reported something to Wen Xiusen, their voice too low for Bo Xiyun to catch everything.
"The status of the illness-related pheromones has stabilized... He's currently not suitable for exertion and needs ample rest and relaxation," the medical professional mentioned.
The assistant had also heard the report and put down the phone they were about to use to contact the legal department.
"Take him to rest," Wen Xiusen instructed with a hint of hesitation. "Prepare the new contract for his signature."
It seemed like they were going to have the revised contract ready for Bo Xiyun after he had rested.
Wen Xiusen didn't bother asking if Bo Xiyun agreed or not because he had already determined the outcome. If Bo Xiyun disagreed, they would simply revise the contract until he signed it.
As Bo Xiyun prepared to leave, the black-suited guards waiting at the door surrounded him. He frowned and displayed discomfort at their presence.
Almost simultaneously, Wen Xiusen, who was following behind Bo Xiyun, raised his gaze. His cold, lifeless eyes coldly swept over the black-suited guards.
Several of the larger guards subconsciously took a step back, and when they regained their senses, Bo Xiyun was already walking out with Wen Xiusen's protection.
The black-suited guards immediately tried to intercept, but they were initially stopped by Wen Xiusen. With more of Wen Xiusen's people arriving, even though some were escorting Bo Xiyun, there were still enough of them to form a confrontational situation with the black-suited guards.
The lead black-suited guard frowned and looked at Wen Xiusen. "Mr. Wen, what are you doing?"
Wen Xiusen remained expressionless and replied even more icily than before. "Signing a contract."
"The designated location for signing the contract is here," the black-suited guard said. "If you want to take Fourth Young Master elsewhere, you'll need to discuss it with our boss."
Wen Xiusen's response was as cold as ever. "Let's discuss it, then."
The black-suited guards exchanged glances, and one of them took out his phone and dialed their employer's number. However, after waiting for a while with no answer, the call eventually went to voicemail.
The guards were about to redial when the leader of the black-suited guards held back and addressed Wen Xiusen, "Mr. Wen, this contract has been revised for quite some time, and it's been nine days without it being signed."
Their actions today had been repeatedly interrupted or blocked by Wen Xiusen, and the guards were growing increasingly frustrated. Moreover, some of the taller black-suited guards were alpha, and despite being security personnel, they carried the natural pride of alphas.
Alphas possess superior physical qualities compared to other genders, and only their wealthy employer could afford to hire alphas as part of their security detail.
While the leader of the black-suited guards was aware of Wen Xiusen's true gender, they didn't hold Wen Xiusen in high regard. This was because none of them could perceive Wen Xiusen's pheromones. Even Bo Xiyun, who had heightened sensitivity to pheromones, didn't react to Wen Xiusen's presence.
Wen Xiusen, the alpha, appeared almost like a beta, and this had allowed him to successfully disguise himself as one for so long. The black-suited guard thought with some disdain that alphas also had hierarchical distinctions within their own category. Wen Xiusen's type, with such low pheromone presence, was considered to be at the bottom tier among alphas.
Fueled by their frustration and pent-up irritation, the black-suited guard's tone grew less polite.
The black-suited guards knew some inside information and tried to advise Wen Xiusen, saying, "If you can't do it, someone else will. Fourth Young Master has become an omega, and they are in high demand now. Just finding another alpha to mark him for the boss won't take long."
However, before the black-suited guard could finish his sentence, his voice suddenly got stuck in his throat. His face turned crimson, and veins popped on his forehead. It was as if he had instantly experienced a terrifying and overwhelming pressure.
However, there wasn't any substantial harm done. It was just a glance from Wen Xiusen.
The icy and sharp aura, like a snowstorm with a terrifying presence, replaced the calm snowy field that Bo Xiyun had previously sensed in Wen Xiusen's pheromones.
Wen Xiusen used his pheromones to exert pressure.
The leading black-suited bodyguard couldn't withstand it and instantly dropped to his knees with a thud.
The other bodyguards fared no better, stumbling and displaying evident fear on their faces.
None of them expected that Wen Xiusen's status would be so high.
How could this be?
Wen Xiusen had clearly used just a tiny amount of pheromones to stimulate Bo Xiyun.
Even the unintentional pheromone emissions from other alphas who were standing nearby could make Bo Xiyun nauseous and dizzy.
He would immediately sign the contract under Wen Xiusen's pressure.
Yet, Wen Xiusen had waited for Bo Xiyun for nine days.
The bodyguards, who had been imposing just moments ago, now staggered and groaned in the corridor.
The hallway was filled with their painful moans.
Only the sound of their suffering could be heard.
It wasn't until a voice came from the phone that had been dialed that the bodyguards managed to regain some of their senses.
"Hello?"
The bodyguards realized that the man in front of them had actually withdrawn his pheromones a long time ago, but the lingering aftertaste of his aura had been enough to make them uncomfortable for so long.
They couldn't help but recall the suffering of Bo Xiyun, who had been tormented by their pheromones on the way here.
Several black-suited bodyguards who could stand up again immediately bowed their heads to Wen Xiusen, sincerely apologizing and handing over the connected phone.
"Please, go ahead."
The expressionless and handsome man took the phone and responded indifferently.
"Second Young Master Bo."
*
When leaving the private hospital, Bo Xiyun noticed that Wen Xiusen had followed him. However, the assistant also accompanied them and was open with Bo Xiyun.
"I need to take a call first; it might take a while."
Bo Xiyun understood that it was probably someone from Bo family on the other end of the line.
It seemed that Wen Xiusen and secong young master Bo had reached a complete agreement.
However, his current identity presented quite a bit of trouble.
"The doctor said you shouldn't exert yourself," the assistant said. "Could you rest for a while first?"
"Sure."
Bo Xiyun didn't refuse. He knew he had no other choice. Although he had shaken off the black-suited bodyguards, Wen Xiusen would still be guarding him.
But this time was different from before; at least, on the way, Bo Xiyun didn't experience motion sickness. He was driven in an off-road vehicle, and apart from Bo Xiyun , there was only one driver in protective clothing.
Whether it was because there were fewer people or because it was Wen Xiusen's car, Bo Xiyun felt comfortable in the vehicle.
Sitting alone in the isolated rear seat, Bo Xiyun smelled Wen Xiusen's scent inside the car.
Upon reaching the resting place, Bo Xiyun noticed something peculiar. He initially thought he had been taken to another location. However, this two-story building made Bo Xiyun feel strangely familiar.
Led by the assistant, Bo Xiyun went directly to the second floor. In the room, several people were busily working, arranging things as if cleaning up. This organizing seemed to be nearing completion, and there was not a speck of dust in the air.
The busy individuals quickly stopped and left the room, giving Bo Xiyun the opportunity to inspect it.
The assistant asked, "Is there anything you're not satisfied with?"
Bo Xiyun could tell that everything here had just been meticulously arranged, from the air to the furnishings.
The new silk cover of the sofa that caught Bo Xiyun's eye with just a casual glance still radiated a gentle luster in the dimly lit room, even though it was nearing dusk and there was no direct sunlight. It was clearly of considerable value.
What surprised Bo Xiyun even more was not just the assistant's attentive attitude. It was his own feelings. Bo Xiyun realized that he had become accustomed to this meticulous care.
He couldn't help but recall that the place where he had been confined before also had well-appointed furnishings. It seemed that he was indeed exceptionally pampered.
Such delicacy needed to be nurtured meticulously.
"Is there anything you need?" Bo Xiyun shook his head. These were all familiar items he was used to. He didn't intend to find fault intentionally. However, this made him let his guard down slightly.
He wasn't sure if these arrangements were made by Wen Xiusen to impress him into signing the contract, trading for "maintaining his previous lifestyle."
For now, this hidden concern had yet to surface. The assistant didn't linger and left after taking care of Bo Xiyun's requests.
"Rest well," the assistant said before leaving. "The landlord on the first floor might bring some pastries later."
"You're not allergic to pastries, but you should keep your intake to a maximum of 80 grams, which is less than two pieces."
This level of meticulous consideration received a raised eyebrow from Bo Xiyun. It seemed like Wen Xiusen understood everything about him.
After the assistant left, taking away the warmth and comfort, the room became quiet. Once he confirmed that everyone had left, Bo Xiyun began to explore the room.
His memories were still recovering, and seeing familiar things might trigger something. Since he was familiar with this place, he tried to find some clues here.
While he hadn't found any specific clues yet, Bo Xiyun noticed that despite being tidied up, the original furnishings of the room were actually quite minimalistic and cold. This style didn't seem like that of Young Master Bo but rather resembled Wen Xiusen's residence.
After a while, there was a knock on the door. A woman with a gentle face and flowing curls entered, holding a plate of pastries.
Perhaps because he was feeling better or because he was familiar, Bo Xiyun didn't feel any aversion to the landlady's presence.
"Long time no see, Yun," the landlady said in a familiar tone, as if she had known Bo Xiyun before.
Bo Xiyun pondered for a moment and asked tentatively, "I didn't come here often before, did I?"
The landlady smiled and replied, "That's right, in the past, it was usually Wen who stayed here. You only came to stay overnight occasionally."
The realization struck that this was Wen Xiusen's residence. However, the way it was phrased sounded somewhat strange, as if Wen Xiusen had been waiting for Bo Xiyun to come, as if he was being kept or pampered by Wen Xiusen.
Bo Xiyun felt puzzled. He wondered if Wen Xiusen's words had somehow misled him. Had he really done such things before?
The landlady not only brought freshly baked pastries but also some other items like tissue paper and bottled water. She seemed unaware of their true identities or any recent developments, acting like a caring and friendly landlady who provided essentials to her tenants.
However, as the landlady helped arrange the items she brought, Bo Xiyun discovered something unexpected.
"What... what is this?" He stared in astonishment at something placed on the bedside table by the landlady.
It was an entire box of—condoms.
Hearing his surprised question, the landlady seemed equally taken aback. However, her surprise clearly had a different context than Bo Xiyun's.
"What's wrong? Did I choose the wrong size?" she asked, inspecting the contents closely, relieved. "No, these are the largest XXL size."
The landlady explained, "We bought a smaller size once before, but Wen said it couldn't be used. So we've been using this type ever since."
Indeed, it was the most extravagant size, with an elephant pictured on the condom box and the prominently displayed label "big boy."
Bo Xiyun was left even more astonished by this revelation. He struggled to find the right words, saying, "No, I mean, why would... something like this be here..."
The landlady appeared puzzled and somewhat perplexed by the young man's excessive reaction.
"We've always been prepared like this before. Every time you came, you needed these," she reassured him with a motherly tone. "It's perfectly normal for someone your age."
"We used to go through a whole box every night."