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HOYSE CHAPTER 25
Chapter 25 — The Beauty… Broke a Bone
In fact, as soon as the police station received reports of an illegal street race, they had already planned to dispatch a patrol. The problem was that the half-mountain hairpin road was way out by the suburbs, so getting there would take time.
Because Zhou Xiang filed the same report as well, the police saw the call volume spike and temporarily coordinated with the traffic division. They sent the nearest DUI checkpoint unit to check the situation first. With several factors pushing the response, they arrived very fast.
Just as the officers on scene began questioning people and securing the area, a heavy roar split the sky. A helicopter swept in from far to near, and the whole place fell into chaos. A bunch of people tipped their heads back to stare at the chopper circling over them, jaws dropping. This was insane. What was this, a spy movie?
We just gathered for a little thrill. Nobody wants to end up in a cell.
In truth, influenced by his little young master, Zhou Xiang had rushed over as fast as humanly possible, though he was still a beat slower than the nearby traffic cops. He grabbed a bullhorn and called down to Xie Ling below: “President Xie, please remain where you are.”
Xie Ling did not move. He looked up at the helicopter with helpless amusement. He could already guess who did this.
His little brother was kind of adorable.
A heart that had gone icy cold began to thaw. He had always thought he was fighting alone, and then his little brother hit him with a huge surprise.
Before leaving, Xie Jisheng watched his lackey discreetly dispose of both cups. He finally loosened a breath. The drug would take at least two hours to kick in. If he was sitting in a police station by then, he would have the perfect alibi. The plan was just shy of a perfect crime.
As he climbed into a squad car, he glanced out at Xie Ling. “I do not blame you big brother, for reporting my racing. We are brothers in the end.”
Expressionless, Xie Ling looked back. On the surface he was his usual self, yet if you studied the gaze in the night, it was complicated and heavy.
Only after the cops stuffed the rich boys and girls into cruisers and drove off did Xie Ling ask Zhou Xiang, “Did my little brother send you?”
Seeing his boss unhurt, Zhou Xiang finally let himself breathe. “Yes. The young master did not say what it was about.”
The night seemed to veil Xie Ling’s brows. “Of course he would not. There is no evidence.”
Back at the hotel, Rong Jing lay boneless on the sofa. Truthfully he wanted to shut off his phone because he did not want to hear bad news. Once he calmed down and thought about why his call had been blocked and why Zhou Xiang had been conveniently out of reach, the pattern was clear. Xie Ling’s life and death carried too much weight in this story’s world.
In the quiet room, his phone rang. Rong Jing jolted upright. When he saw “Xie Ling” on the screen and then heard that familiar cool voice on the other end, he covered his nose and mouth, hiding every trace of emotion in his palm.
A twist of fate. He had thought there was no chance.
Thank goodness.
Over the thrum of the rotors, Xie Ling raised his voice. “I am fine. We will talk about the rest at the office tomorrow. Go to sleep. Look at the time.”
Rong Jing could not help a laugh, agreed, and hung up.
The instant the screen went dark, Xie Ling’s gentle look vanished. He stared at his fingertips. “To the pharmacology lab.”
The Xie holdings sprawled across many sectors. In recent years Xie Ling had heavily invested in medicine and devices, buying up a near-bankrupt laboratory that still housed top talent.
Everyone knew these labs consumed cash up front and might never produce a result, so investors were scarce. The venture had been bleeding money and shareholders were grumbling. Some even argued that, given these sinkhole investments, Second Young Master Xie should join the decision committee.
Now, however, that lab might prove useful.
Soon Xie Ling arrived and had the technicians scrape residue from his fingers. The wait was torture. Until he had results, he wanted to hold on to a sliver of hope. He had treated his second brother with everything he had. If this was the return, was that not… too pathetic?
Meanwhile, Rong Jing did not obey and go to bed. As more memories crawled back, he searched the one who was supposed to die: Guan Hongyi. Guan was Gu Xi’s older-best-friend. Despite looking young, he was actually in his mid-thirties. He had been an assistant director to a well-known horror director abroad, with some standing in Hollywood, though few in the country knew him. He had returned earlier this year, seeking investment for his first domestic thriller.
He was not famous, but he had aencyclopedia, similar to W!kipedia. Baike
It was the cross-dressing scammer who had tried to shake him down. Was he born with some kind of buff? Why did he keep running into the main cast?
Honestly, at the beginning of those recollections, the one he should have worried about most was Gu Xi. However, humans have degrees of closeness. Compared to a not-so-familiar protagonist shou, of course he would fret more over the big brother he could still save.
Judging from Gu Xi’s speech at the film school, he had already nudged the timeline into a different meet-cute. Some things could shift, but keystone plot points were hard to break. Today, for instance, saving Xie Ling had come with obstacles beyond counting.
Maybe that hinged on his status as cannon fodder or a side character, and the degree of interference allowed.
An unplaceable anxiety tugged at him. Was he still missing some crucial piece?
No. His brain had been running all night. He felt ready to blow.
Let's take a pause. Whatever it was, he would figure it out later. He needed rest. He needed to let his mind soften.
No one would barge in tonight, right? He thought so, peeled off his clothes, slid under the covers, pulled the blanket up, closed his eyes. One smooth sequence. After a day of highs and lows and a long stretch of tension, once he knew his big brother had dodged disaster, he let go. Fatigue crashed over him and within seconds he was out.
Soft snores filled the room.
Through the wall, Gu Xi’s breathing slowly fell into the same rhythm.
Rong Jing had turned off the lights before sleeping. The room was black as ink. At that moment, the elevator doors opened out in the hallway. The front-desk manager had earlier been told by Xie Zhanhong that if he spotted Rong Jing he was to report in.
The manager came to the floor with a shy, doe-eyed beauty at his side, barely of age. One glance and your knees might go weak.
When Xie Zhanhong promised his stepson a surprise, he meant it.
With his global network, it had not taken him long to select, from countless candidates, a beauty like dew on a rose. “Dew-drop beauty” was a term Alphas had coined specifically for Gu Xi. In recent years Alpha aesthetics had been set to his standard. The real thing was out of reach, but you could always find echoes of that aura, and there were plenty with decent raw material.
As the Omega chosen to “break in” the stepson, the criteria were ruthless, not only age, looks, and figure, but purity above all. Not even a temporary mark was allowed. To find a top-shelf match, Xie Zhanhong had racked his brains and tapped every channel, and finally dug up this gem.
Manager and beauty padded along one behind the other, their footsteps swallowed by the plush European carpet as they came to Rong Jing’s door.
The manager murmured in his ear, “Remember, the client is very shy. Take it slow. Do not rush it. If he refuses, you act coy and ease him into the perks of an Omega.”
The beauty looked puzzled. “R-Refuse?” Apparently he had never met such a phenomenon of an A who would turn down an O throwing himself at him.
He could not help asking, “Is he really an A?”
The manager sighed. “You do not get it. These young masters are either licentious or chaste. The latter are rare. This one is… the real deal, A through and through.”
For some reason the beauty’s curiosity stirred, with a strange sense of mission, as if he was the one taking the loss tonight. He nodded lightly. “I understand.”
“That is it. As soon as you go in, release your pheromones. Sweeten him up. No Alpha escapes those claws of yours. Do well. Old Mr. Xie thinks highly of you.”
Even as a Beta, the manager felt this beauty was irresistible. Unless the young master was a reincarnated saint, otherwise he would have to be, well, broken. There was no way he would refuse. Young master, do not embarrass me.
He patted the beauty’s shoulder. Go.
The beauty braced himself and drew a deep breath. He slid a card and quietly opened the door. Darkness inside. The guest was clearly asleep.
It was his first time doing this. He hesitated and looked back. The manager signaled all clear. “Relax. The client is very handsome. You will not regret it.”
The Omega looked shy, clearly green and not used to the trade. The manager could not help praising their young master’s merits. Most obvious of all, the boy was handsome. Mixed-blood features, a faint European nobility. Do not say only As crave Os. When an A is that good, see if the Os do not throw themselves at him.
The beauty took another breath and closed the door without a sound. By the gauzy moonlight through the window he saw the rise of the duvet and heard the Alpha’s even breathing.
Fear and excitement tangled in his chest. The room held a clean, cool Alpha scent, faint yet taut with danger and power. A prime male. An Omega could barely resist.
He swallowed. They say scent reveals the heart; a pheromone signature is an A’s essence. Judging from this, maybe he really was good-looking.
As a surprise package waiting to be unwrapped, he nervously lifted a corner of the covers.
At first he was scared and flushed.
Remembering the manager’s tips, he started with the basics. An ankle. Smooth skin. A calf, strong and powerful.
Higher. His nerves tightened with every inch. He flinched. The Alpha did not move. He had released pheromones, so why no reaction? Was this an A who could sleep through an O’s touch?
Higher still. The beauty almost yelped. To his surprise, the man was sleeping commando. His face went up in flames. He had never been this close to an A.
Slowly, he noticed his own heartbeat racing. This A had a fantastic build.
Rong Jing was deeply asleep. It must have crept into his dream, a touch, growing more and more brazen. He twitched on instinct.
Who… a dream?
“Mmph!”
What the hell was that!
Cool, soft hands, snakelike, suddenly squeezed. His back went rigid.
He shuddered. That was not a place you touched casually.
His body reacted first. A shadowless kick.
One moment the beauty was coyly teasing while releasing pheromones, and the next he was a neat parabola.
He hit the wall with a thud and let out a bloodcurdling cry.
Crack.
The beauty… broke a bone.
Gu Xi jolted awake at the horrific shriek, hair a bird’s nest as he lifted his head off the pillow.
What, an earthquake?
A few seconds later, a little more awake. His sweet sleep had been murdered. His eyes went full zombie as he glared at the wall. Even if you are making a baby, do you have to shake the heavens and split the earth?
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