The phone line crackled with muffled sounds, intermingled with the young master's reproachful tone. Soon, the gentle voice grew faint, eventually drowned out entirely, leaving only the suggestive noises of the bed's friction.
"Bang!"
A loud crash from the other end made the person holding the phone flinch, and even the listener, Bo Shang, couldn't help but furrow his brow.
It seemed that the phone had been knocked to the ground due to the intensity of the actions. Subsequently, two brief dial tones followed, indicating that the call had been abruptly disconnected.
The maid in the qipao, still cradling the jewel-encrusted phone, waited cautiously until Bo Shang, who had been deep in thought, gestured for her to gently place the phone on the table next to his hand.
Bo Shang's expression fluctuated as he stared at the cup of clear liquor in his hand. The sparkling liquid reflected the gloomy mood in his eyes.
It must be said that despite Bo Shang's previous irritation and mockery of the young master's infatuation, he was now forced to consider this possibility.
If they were to sell the S-level Omega to powerful figures in exchange for resources, what would happen to the young master, who had developed a fondness for him?
In that scenario, it would be their own heads on the line. Despite not wanting to admit it, Bo Shang was acutely aware that his illegitimate younger brother had a knack for winning the favor of elder figures.
The young master was pampered by his father to an almost unruly extent. Even many esteemed senior members of their family had been captivated by his obedient appearance, treating Bo Xiyun almost like their own child.
Bo Shang did not want to ruin their own plans. In contrast, their initial choice, Wen Xiusen, was easier to manipulate compared to the long-standing bigwigs. After all, Wen Xiusen had no significant influence in Hong Kong, and his deep-seated resentment toward Bo Xiyun could be exploited to their advantage.
With this in mind, Bo Shang finally looked up. He set down his glass and gave a command to his subordinates who were by his side.
"Go, inform the third brother."
The second young master didn't care about the late hour and promptly added, "Tell him to come immediately."
On the other end of the disconnected call, the young master, who had just been berating with a hoarse voice, was now silenced, only able to produce soft, nasal sounds. His cheeks and earlobes were flushed deep red, and he dared not struggle or make too much noise.
It wasn't until the vibration of Wen Xiusen's phone disrupted them that the young master was finally released slightly. With teary eyes, he started to catch his breath.
Wen Xiusen took out his own phone, glanced at it, and didn't respond immediately.
He then leaned down, picked up Bo Xiyun's phone that had fallen on the floor, and after confirming that the call had ended, Wen Xiusen used a tissue to clean the phone screen, which had gathered some dust from the blanket. He placed Bo Xiyun's phone on the bedside table.
While Wen Xiusen finished wiping Bo Xiyun's phone, he noticed that the young master had taken advantage of the opportunity to move further away, even pressing his entire body against the wall.
The young master's face remained calm as he spoke to Wen Xiusen in a composed tone, "This should have an effect. Second Brother has always wanted to see me suffer."
"However, he might have other plans, not just selling me. Second Brother's main focus is still the inheritance I'm entitled to."
Although Bo Xiyun's analysis was rational, there was something about his words that captured the listener's attention. As he sought to create distance, the young man not only pressed against the wall but also bent his knees, hugging them to his chest. Perhaps it was just an instinct for self-preservation, trying to avoid the possibility of being grabbed by the ankle and dragged away.
However, as the young master folded his legs, the thin legs, which were only partially covered by his shorts, became even more evident, along with the slender ankles that were tightly together. They silently drew the viewer's attention.
Bo Xiyun had initially tried to use this serious topic to divert Wen Xiusen's attention. But as he spoke, he realized that the man's focus had shifted elsewhere.
"Mr. Wen?" Bo Xiyun cautiously called out.
The man's gaze finally returned to its intended focus, and he responded with a low "Yes."
Bo Xiyun continued, "Since we're planning to get married, how about we establish some ground rules first?"
This topic had also been on Bo Xiyun's mind. After all, compensation couldn't be limitless.
Wen Xiusen raised an eyebrow slightly and sat back on the edge of the bed, asking, "What do you mean?"
"I mean, let's set three prenuptial agreements."
Bo Xiyun explained, "First, I have no intention of having children."
Although he hadn't fully come to terms with his transformation into an omega, it was evident that the young man had considered things rationally.
Male omegas can become pregnant, and s-level omegas are particularly fertile – this was an undeniable fact. While makeup artists and Chen Tianpeng had joked about it, Bo Xiyun was clear in his decision – he had never intended to have children.
However, he wasn't sure about Wen Xiusen's thoughts, so he decided to make things clearer.
At these words, the man fell silent for a moment.
Bo Xiyun also quieted down, knowing that this matter carried different weight for a dominant alpha like Wen Xiusen compared to an omega.
Surprisingly, Wen Xiusen's response came after only a brief pause.
Bo Xiyun hadn't expected it to go so smoothly and couldn't help but add, "So, no need for physical intimacy?"
Wen Xiusen's expression remained unchanged, and he replied, "What about when you have an pheromone deficiency?"
Bo Xiyun realized his previous comment might have been inappropriate. This wasn't meant to be a demand but just a point of discussion. However, he was taken aback that Wen Xiusen wasn't angry but instead seemed to consider his situation.
He scratched his nose and suggested the original terms he had in mind, "So, we can discuss it further?"
Wen Xiusen nodded and said, "Okay."
The man had been quite cooperative throughout, and Bo Xiyun felt relieved. He then presented the final condition.
"Thirdly," the young master said, "No permanent marking unless there are special, life-threatening circumstances. Otherwise, I reserve the right to end the marriage."
Bo Xiyun wasn't categorically refusing marking because he understood that s-class omegas had to consider external influences. If their status were to be exposed, an un-marked top-level omega would undoubtedly be at risk.
However, this was a worst-case scenario. So, Bo Xiyun wanted to discuss and negotiate this condition.
Just like the previous two conditions, Wen Xiusen quickly agreed, reaffirming Bo Xiyun's belief that he had misjudged him.
Wen Xiusen's phone buzzed again, and he glanced at it before standing up.
"I need to attend to some matters; I'll be back later."
Bo Xiyun nodded in agreement.
He knew that Wen Xiusen would likely be busy now, especially after the recent events with second young master Bo.
"Cover yourself with the blanket," he said before leaving.
As he was about to leave, the man gave the blanket another gentle tug.
"Be careful not to catch a cold," he thoughtfully said.
Although the room was comfortably warm, the young master heeded the warning. The gentleman had his fill of looking and re-covered the young man.
***
After Wen Xiusen left, Bo Xiyun continued to work on his computer. He had been reviewing investment data for a while. Now, he picked up his tablet, selected a film by a particular director from his list of potential investments, and cast it onto the bedroom's projection screen.
The laptop he used was already connected to the bedroom's projector, making it a seamless process. Bo Xiyun grabbed the remote control for the projector, started the projection, and then leaned back against the pillows with the laptop in his lap. He watched the movie with his snowy seal plushie.
The film was an arthouse romantic drama, known for its unique style and not particularly popular at the box office. However, Bo Xiyun had added this director to his investment list because of the distinctive cinematography and strong visual composition that he admired.
It was a quiet evening, perfect for enjoying a soothing film.
However, as Bo Xiyun continued to watch the movie on his computer, he soon realized that this film wasn't as soothing as he had originally imagined. It wasn't just a romantic movie; it was also an action-packed romance film.
No wonder the movie was well-crafted, yet its box office performance wasn't exceptional.
In Hong Kong, films with specific content ratings can only be screened in certain theaters. However, during the past six months, there has been a period of regulatory adjustment, which affected the operation of many such cinemas in Hong Kong. Unfortunately, it coincided with the release of this movie.
Additionally, this type of film cannot be screened in mainland China, which significantly limits the potential audience, leading to disappointing box office results.
Bo Xiyun checked the information and discovered that the director of this film had been unable to secure enough funding for his next project. Despite the quality of his previous work, it wasn't commercially successful. Finding investment or sponsorship had become an uphill battle, and he might not even be able to submit a viable proposal.
It was situations like these that made Bo Xiyun, a wealthy young man who paid little attention to financial returns, take an interest in him.
The projector dutifully played the film with its captivating and undulating soundtrack, and the visuals were indeed quite aesthetically pleasing. Bo Xiyun continued watching for a while before he was interrupted by the notification sound from his laptop nestled in his lap.
The message that popped up on the screen was in response to the appeals he had filed regarding his accounts, which had been compromised. Now, various platforms had started responding to his appeals one by one.
His account appeals had been successful.
As Young Master Bo held top-tier memberships across various platforms, some spanning over a decade, these platforms processed his requests through VIP channels with exclusive customer service.
A few platforms even took the initiative to counter the malicious IP responsible for changing his password, implementing either suspensions or warnings, demonstrating high efficiency in handling the situation.
Young Master Bo's primary concern was his personal email account because he used it to connect to his company systems. He had not been able to access his accounts until his appeals were successful, but once he regained access, he reviewed the weekly and monthly reports sent by his subsidiaries.
Though the email was associated with several companies he owned in Hong Kong, including his major enterprise, Suihuai Investments, which had recently faced bankruptcy, the damage to Young Master Bo's interests was limited. Furthermore, due to independent device locks, the email had not been accessed from other IPs during the period of the password change, preventing any leakage of information from the account.
However, the fact that a personal email account with this level of security could still experience such a vulnerability, similar to what might be found on typical social media platforms, raised serious concerns.
Young Master Bo considered the situation and then entered a web address on his browser, one that could only be opened using a specific device's serial number. He proceeded to search within the website.
Indeed, as expected.
He found information about the recent capital injection into the email company.
The source of the funds was one of second young master Holdings' subsidiaries.
Bo Xiyun captured a long string of information in the login activities of the email system, highlighting the day when the email had its password changed by an unusual IP, was subjected to unauthorized access, and was locked by device protection.
He then extracted a screenshot and posted it directly in several VIP chat groups, concealing any sensitive information.
Before long, this screenshot became a topic of heated discussion in various chat groups.
Private, premium email services are meant to provide exclusive services and protect users' privacy, so it was obvious that this significant security loophole at the email company would stir up a storm.
It was likely that the company, which had recently received an investment from Bo family's second son, would see a sharp drop in its stock price tomorrow.
Shortly after Bo Xiyun shared this information in the group, someone initiated a private chat with him.
In VIP groups, members were identified by pseudonyms, and while their real names were not used, each user's credentials were meticulously verified, ensuring their true identities were never falsified.
Upon sharing this message, Bo Xiyun was promptly contacted by a professional manager who offered to provide him with high-quality, privacy-focused, exclusive services.
After all, the market never lacked service companies; it lacked big spenders.
Bo Xiyun didn't disregard these offers and chose two professional managers with appropriate attitudes and phrasing. He communicated his desired requirements.
Though it might seem unusual to say, Bo Xiyun didn't have his own dedicated assistant team. He had tried in the past, but he couldn't employ assistants like other bosses or directly cultivate and train his own trusted aides like Wen Xiusen.
With three brothers watching him like hawks, any attempts by Bo Xiyun to find reliable assistants and build a team were consistently thwarted.
Even his "bed companions" had people trying to infiltrate, let alone his personal assistant.
So, Bo Xiyun simply opted not to employ assistants. He handled his requirements by paying for services directly, settling the bill once the tasks were completed.
This situation, where he had no work team, aligned with the image he projected externally—a wealthy and idle playboy.
After completing this, Bo Xiyun opened the reports and other materials that had been transferred out of his email and took a look at the information regarding Suihuai Investment.
Under the watchful eyes of his several brothers in the Bao family, although Suihuai Investment wasn't particularly large, Bo Xiyun had built it up from scratch. Having seen it now go bankrupt directly, he couldn't help but feel some regret.
The young man stared at the screen, biting his fingertip.
What he regretted most was not only the unfinished film project due to lack of investment but also the original employees and team within the company. The company had already gone bankrupt, and although Bo Xiyun hadn't lost much money, even if he were to start a similar company again, he'd need to find new staff.
Hong Kong, being a financial hub, had always been in high demand for financial professionals. Moreover, the original employees in the company were quite exceptional talents.
Many of them had likely been snatched up by headhunting firms by now.
Bo Xiyun felt a sense of regret but knew there was nothing he could do about it.
He continued to look at the screen for a while but started to feel a slight headache and dizziness, likely due to the strain from a long day of traveling by both plane and boat.
He checked the time and realized it wasn't too late. However, given the exhaustion from his busy day, he decided it was best not to overexert himself mentally.
The young man set aside his laptop and lay down on the pillows, holding the stuffed seal in his arms. He closed his beautiful, slightly drooping eyes, his delicate eyelashes casting a soft shadow. He listened to the gentle and melodic voice in the background from the projector, taking a quiet break.
It wasn't until his phone rang again that Bo Xiyun lifted his eyes and picked up the nearby phone. The incoming call was from He Jianqing. After the boat incident in the afternoon, Bo Xiyun hadn't seen He Jianqing, and it wasn't until they arrived in Yancheng that he learned He Jianqing had been hospitalized.
Since both of them were in Yancheng now, Bo Xiyun didn't make much of it. They could meet up anytime. However, he didn't expect He Jianqing to call so soon.
With a soft "beep," Bo Xiyun used the remote to pause the projector, and the room immediately quieted down, no longer filled with the soft and alluring sounds.
The young man lay back on the pillows, clicked to answer the call.
"Hello... Ah Qing?"
"Are you resting?"
He Jianqing also made a video call, and he could see Bo Xiyun on the bed.
"Not yet," Bo Xiyun rubbed his eyes, "What's up?"
He Jianqing paused for a moment, as if he had made up his mind, then said solemnly, "I'm sorry for what happened this afternoon that made you uncomfortable."
He was referring to when Bo Xiyun had a momentary lack of pheromones triggered by the presence of an S-level alpha after having his blood drawn. However, Bo Xiyun was fine and didn't really mind.
"It's okay, why so serious?"
The young master lay back, raised his slender arm, and his loose pajama sleeve slipped down, pooling at his elbow.
"You know I'm always like this," Bo Xiyun said.
Bo Xiyun was naturally frail, and part of the reason his childhood was prone to illness was due to the overprotective nature of Bo Ying Cheng, who cherished his son as the apple of his eye.
He Jianqing pursed his lips, remained silent for a moment, and then said, "I have some masks and aroma pendants here. If you need them urgently, I'm not sure if I have enough, but I'll have someone deliver them to you tomorrow."
The young master had delicate and thin skin, and the masks needed to be made from special hypoallergenic materials.
He Jianqing continued, "There are ten packs of masks with ten in each pack, which should last for about seven weeks. I'll ask my classmate from Hong Kong to bring more when she comes next week."
"Oh," the young master on the bed blinked his eyes.
"Thank you, Ah Qing," Bo Xiyun said, stretching and his voice taking on a slightly different tone. "Ahh, I'll transfer the payment to you in a moment."
He Jianqing furrowed his brows and his tone changed instantly, from stiff to exasperated. "Transfer money? Do you take me for a mask peddler?"
Bo Xiyun laughed, no longer teasing. He noticed that He Jianqing's tone shifted and softened, perhaps realizing the young master's fatigue after the day's unexpected events.
Seeing him lounging comfortably, He Jianqing started to speak but remembered the events of the day and the young master's exhaustion. He furrowed his brows and held back his words.
It was Bo Xiyun who first broke the silence. "By the way, Ah Qing."
The young master swung his legs lazily and continued, "Now that you've become an S-level, are you planning to switch your major?"
He Jianqing had little to do with his family and was not the son of Mrs. He but an illegitimate child between Mr. He and his secretary. ( I wanted to translate this as "love child" but well..)
Although He Jianqing had been raised in the He family, he had never received much attention. It wasn't until he reached the age of fifteen and underwent his alpha differentiation that things finally began to change for him.
However, Bo Xiyun was aware that there were lingering issues in He Jianqing's heart. He had been holding back his frustration, hoping to make his family members look at him differently.
Now that He Jianqing had been assessed as an S-level, even within the context of a prominent family in Hong Kong, the He family wouldn't underestimate a top-tier alpha.
He Jianqing was currently studying medicine, and even though he was young, he could potentially excel in other fields that granted power, given his S-level alpha status.
However, He Jianqing shook his head decisively and said, "No, I won't. Being an S-level as a doctor has its advantages. Otherwise, I wouldn't have noticed the anomaly in Wen Xiusen back when he unexpectedly differentiated."
Three years ago, when Wen Xiusen underwent alpha differentiation following an accident, it was He Jianqing who initially helped Bo Xiyun manage the numerous challenges that arose. With his superior ability to sense and control pheromones, S-level alpha doctors had a distinct advantage in such situations.
He Jianqing added, "And."
He Jianqing paused for a moment before speaking in a low voice, "And after your recovery and recuperation, I can also help with that."
As if not accustomed to such direct expressions, He Jianqing's gaze seemed to wander, and he immediately changed the topic.
"Enough about me, what about you?"
He looked at Bo Xiyun and continued, "Your investment company is highly profitable, and many people praise its structure. It was only suppressed by the Bo family this time. If you can reorganize..."
He Jianqing spoke earnestly, but the young master he was addressing at the moment was finding it difficult to move. Any slight movement made him feel dizzy.
"Me?" The young man with a slightly stuffy nose replied, "I just want to stay alive."
The young master's voice sounded lazy, and he appeared to lack any ambition.
"Ah..."
Bo Xiyun, who was originally leaning against the backrest, suddenly slipped down and ended up buried in a pile of soft cushions nearby.
Not only that, but he inadvertently pressed the remote control for the projector located at the edge of the cushion, causing the still image on the screen to start moving.
As a result, the sound from the movie was also transmitted to the other end of the phone call.
There was the rustling of clothing and various other sounds.
"..."
In the end, He Jianqing couldn't bring himself to say anything more and let out a sigh.
"If you're tired, you should rest earlier."
The voice that was causing someone's face to turn warm continued, and on the phone, the young man furrowed his brow.
"Don't watch these kinds of videos."
While being urged by He Jianqing, Bo Xiyun was still nestled in a pile of cushions, unmoving.
As they say, wherever you fall, that's where you lie.
He lazily retorted to He Jianqing, "Kids shouldn't meddle in adult matters. You'll understand when you grow up."
He Jianqing: "..."
Before the man on the other end of the phone could say anything else, the bedroom door suddenly opened from the outside, and a low, cold male voice followed.
"Understand what?"
The young master on the bed was momentarily stunned and lifted his head in disbelief to see Wen Xiusen, who was wearing only a shirt and didn't appear to be wearing a coat, walking in.
The man was still wearing his slippers, as if he hadn't gone outside at all.
"You..."
Bo Xiyun instinctively ended the call on his phone's screen and couldn't hide the surprise on his face.
"Aren't you supposed to be busy outside?"
"I'm downstairs."
Wen Xiusen's voice was calm, and his gaze, which fell on Bo Xiyun's phone, lingered for only a moment.
He was about to continue speaking when he was interrupted by the sound coming from the projection.
With a sharp tearing sound, the screen was now at the most intense point in the movie's plot. The dominant character on screen, without showing any tenderness, pressed the fragile figure against the cold wall. They didn't even bother to undo the neatly fastened belt, and forcefully entered the shattered, soft clothing.
The whimpering and trembling of the person receiving it was conveyed through the high-quality speakers with excellent sound effects.
"Ah..."
"..."
Bo Xiyun, who had finally managed to sit up from the pile of cushions, locked eyes with Wen Xiusen by the door at this shattered sound.
In the changing light of the projection, Wen Xiusen's deep and handsome face revealed a profound and enigmatic expression.
His low and magnetic voice became even more obscure.
"So, you and I agree on three rules."
He firmly stated that there shouldn't be any excessive marking, no intentions of getting pregnant, and, with a sudden change of tone, he teasingly asked, "Is it because you enjoy this kind of thing?"
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Tn: I didn't drop this!!!! I was just really busy these days with all the work irl. Will update again within 12 hours.