After Being Aroused By Beauty, I Got Entangled With The Gloomy and Sinister Enigma - Chapter 5

Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of DM Company.

Chen Yao lifted his gaze—it was bigger than he had imagined.

He got out of the car. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Li Ying follow. He asked, “You still plan on tagging along?”

He really couldn’t figure out why Li Ying was clinging to him.

A one-night stand should’ve ended there—that was the norm.

Li Ying’s lips curved slightly, bold and dazzling. “Yes, baby.”

Chen Yao didn’t want to waste words. If Li Ying wanted to follow, let him—he just doubted how far he could keep up.

He walked into the company and went up to the front desk, explaining his purpose.

The receptionist glanced at Li Ying beside him. “Are you two together? I’ll need to register your names.”

Li Ying had been born with a striking face—golden hair, turquoise eyes, milk-white skin. The white suit he wore carried an unruly air.

That kind of presence was eye-catching; from the moment he stepped out of the car until now, the turn-back rate was two hundred percent.

“I don’t know him,” Chen Yao denied flatly.

But Li Ying started talking on his own: “When we were in bed, he—”

“Shut up!” Chen Yao immediately cut him off.

Who could’ve thought Li Ying would be so shameless? When they first met, he had been like an ice block—just being near him felt cold. Now, acting like this, his entire persona had collapsed.

“Do you recognize me now?” Li Ying, having achieved his aim, finally shut his mouth.

Chen Yao was speechless. He finished the registration at the front desk. The receptionist led them to the elevators, saying:

“The president is on the 17th floor. Turn right when you exit the elevator—that’s the president’s office.”

She pressed the floor button, swiped her card, and only left once the elevator doors closed.

Chen Yao had nothing more to say to Li Ying. What he couldn’t figure out was—what did Li Ying actually want from him?

Li Ying looked just over twenty, at the prime of his youth, but he didn’t seem like someone obsessed with physical indulgence.

Thinking back to that night, all Chen Yao could recall was absurdity—and the reckless pain.

Like some rookie recruit who knew nothing, charging straight ahead until Chen Yao felt like his bones were about to break.

“Don’t you have your own things to do?” Chen Yao hoped he’d get lost quickly—he didn’t want to hear another explosive line from his mouth.

“I already did everything I needed to do.” Li Ying answered honestly.

“…” Chen Yao never knew what to say to him.

Out of the elevator, following the directions, they turned right and immediately saw the large words “President’s Office.”

The glass door was ajar. Chen Yao walked over and politely knocked.

Inside, several staff members looked up from their work. A Beta woman stood and came forward.

“Hello, I’m President Dong’s secretary. You may call me Anna.”

Anna wore thin-rimmed glasses, her demeanor poised and intellectual. When she smiled, there was a sharpness that spoke of an elite.

Chen Yao smiled back. “Hello, is President Dong in?”

“President Dong has an impromptu meeting.” She checked her watch. “It should end in about twenty minutes. Please allow me to bring you to the lounge.”

“Thank you.”

“My pleasure.”

Anna led the two of them to the lounge, prepared tea and snacks. “If you need anything, you may find me in the president’s office. I’ll return to work now.”

Chen Yao waved. “Alright.”

Anna left, closing the door behind her.

Bored, Chen Yao pulled out his phone, scrolling through old photos. He suddenly felt a warm breath at his ear. He turned slightly, his cheek brushing against Li Ying’s lips.

He jerked back, too fast, and the chair tipped to the side. Just as it was about to topple, Li Ying swiftly grabbed his wrist.

A grown man’s weight wasn’t something light, especially Chen Yao’s—tall, fit, nearly eighty kilos. Yet Li Ying steadied him with ease.

Once again, Chen Yao was reminded of the genetic advantages—something he could never hope to reach in his lifetime.

Li Ying’s arm encircled Chen Yao’s waist. Looking up, he saw his slightly panicked expression and chuckled low. “Baby, are you that afraid of me?”

Chen Yao tried to push him away, his palm just touching Li Ying’s shoulder when Li Ying seized his wrist, raising his chin to lock eyes with him.

“Let go!” Chen Yao struggled, unable to break free. He grit his teeth, furious.

It wasn’t about fearing someone would see them—it was about pride. Losing control to someone younger, unable to break his grip, made him feel humiliated.

“Baby, what perfume are you wearing? You smell so good.” Li Ying’s turquoise eyes gleamed with excitement.

Chen Yao flushed red. Li Ying’s voice carried the depth of a grown man, yet laced with a trace of youth, like some kind of stringed instrument—rich and intoxicating.

“Li Ying, don’t push me.” Chen Yao’s anger surged, but strength-wise, he was helpless.

“Chen Yao, aren’t you curious about me?” Li Ying’s gaze burned, as though it would set him aflame.

Li Ying’s grip was iron, pinning Chen Yao like he was welded in place.

The fury made Chen Yao’s mind blank for a second, fireworks exploding in his head.

Gritting his teeth, he gathered all his strength and swung a fist across Li Ying’s face.

Li Ying hadn’t expected him to actually strike. His grip loosened slightly. Chen Yao seized the chance, breaking free, and in one go put ten steps between them.

The lounge wasn’t large. Standing by the door, Chen Yao glared at him warily. He knew Li Ying wouldn’t dare release pheromones in public—doing so would cause chaos and get him dragged away for “education” by the Pheromone Management Bureau.

“Why would I be curious about you?” Chen Yao’s voice was conflicted. Back then, hadn’t he initiated the flirtation for that very face? And learning the man was an Enigma—rarer than one in a million—how could he not be curious?

Curiosity was one thing. But he valued his life more. He had no desire to provoke a temperamental Enigma again, nor did he want to undergo a second differentiation under pheromone influence.

Dodging it once or twice was fine—but the third or fourth time, he might not be so lucky.

Li Ying touched the side of his face, where it stung faintly. There was a metallic tang in his mouth—probably a split lip.

“Baby, you really don’t know how to show mercy.” He smiled at Chen Yao, long narrow eyes carrying unreadable emotions.

Chen Yao’s impulse had passed, and seeing that beautiful face marred by injury felt almost a shame.

“Mr. Chen, why are you standing by the door?”

A woman’s voice sounded behind him. Turning, Chen Yao saw DM Company’s president, Dong He.

Dong He was forty-three, a female Beta. Well-maintained, she looked barely past thirty.

She wore a black dress with a matching blazer—simple, sharp, and professional.

Chen Yao greeted politely, “Hello, President Dong. I was just about to head to the restroom.”

They had met twice at fashion events. Her aesthetic taste was good—otherwise, Chen Yao wouldn’t have agreed to collaborate.

Dong He smiled. “Turn left after the elevator and you’ll see it. Do you need me to show you the way?”

Chen Yao smiled like a gentleman. “No need, thank you.”

Dong He assumed Chen Yao had come alone, but out of the corner of her eye, she spotted someone in the room. She froze, feeling he looked oddly familiar—as if she had seen him somewhere before.

“Young man, what’s your relationship with Mr. Chen?” Dong He guessed he might be a model Chen Yao had brought.

Li Ying answered coolly, “I’m his lover.”

“…”

Even with Dong He’s years of experience, she had never seen anyone declare such a thing so righteously. Truly, she couldn’t keep up with the pace of young people these days.