The Sickly Omega Is No Longer Pretending to Be Good/Obedient - Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Jingling the Bell – “Lying”

It must be said that Wen Jiangchu hid Shen Qiudu well.

He arranged Shen Qiudu in a secluded private room on the second floor, which offered a clear view of everyone’s movements at the auction, and the exhibits to be showcased would be delivered to the room in advance.

Everyone who came to the auction knew that there was a new man by Wen Jiangchu’s side, but no one knew Shen Qiudu’s identity or appearance.

Since the Wen family was the organizer of this auction, Wen Jiangchu rushed downstairs to receive the other guests immediately after settling Shen Qiudu.

Shen Qiudu slowly stepped out of the room, found a hidden corner on the second floor, placed his hand on the railing, and carefully surveyed everything downstairs.

Most of his face was hidden in the darkness. His deep-set eyes allowed no light to penetrate, and his gaze silently moved from the arriving guests to Wen Jiangchu.

He watched Wen Jiangchu thoughtfully attending to all the guests, conversing fluently with people, occasionally resting his hand on someone’s shoulder, or giving a brief hug.

Or he would accept a wine glass offered by someone and take a sip, revealing the smile that only appeared when he was intimate.

The look he sometimes gave others, the expressions he showed, were ones Shen Qiudu had never seen before.

A vulgar, unpleasant emotion, like moss after a downpour, slowly seeped into every unnoticed corner. The hand on the railing tightened little by little. Sharp wooden splinters, like extremely fine blades, cut into his skin along the lines of his palm.

The emotion that Shen Qiudu could not name or explain, whistled through his chest and head, and was finally attributed by him to the satisfaction of his expectations being met.

See? He knew it. Someone like Wen Jiangchu wouldn’t genuinely care about him. He was merely treated as a small cat or dog on the side of the road, receiving only a moment of pity and joy.

Now that he had stayed longer, it was only because he could become Wen Jiangchu’s healing “vector.”

Despite this, Shen Qiudu felt no exhilaration. An inexplicable low pressure enveloped his heart. His gaze fell on the hand Wen Jiangchu used to hug someone.

That very hand, which had just clasped someone’s hand, was now wrapping around another’s back. What would it do next? Would it also stroke someone else’s shoulder, just as it had done to him before?

Wen Jiangchu, you are truly something.

He didn’t care who he talked to or what he did.

But the more he thought this way, the more Wen Jiangchu’s previous words kept assaulting Shen Qiudu. His head ached more and more, but Shen Qiudu endured it, still staring intently at Wen Jiangchu’s every move, his eyes incapable of holding anything else.

Wen Jiangchu, you are indeed a playboy and a big liar.

“He actually brought you?”

Suddenly, a provocative male voice came from the side.

Shen Qiudu didn’t spare him a glance, still focusing on the person downstairs, his face completely shadowed, his mood clearly foul.

The man was silent for a moment, then sneered, “What, seeing Wen Jiangchu treat others like that, are you angry and jealous?”

This time, Shen Qiudu averted his gaze and looked back at him. It was Xu Zhouye, the person who had acted wildly in his room earlier. Shen Qiudu’s stiff face showed contempt.

“Are you sick?”

“What he does has nothing to do with me.”

“On the contrary, you said you’d take me away. Why do you have the leisure to attend an auction?”

Xu Zhouye seemed accustomed to Shen Qiudu’s indifferent sarcasm. He leaned back lazily against the railing, turning his head to briefly scan Shen Qiudu.

“I told you, the Song family is still looking for you. It’s not the time to move.”

“And I see you’re quite liked by Wen Jiangchu. You’re even wearing a couple’s outfit.”

“But you’ve also seen, a man like him likes to leave affection everywhere. Don’t actually think you’re some exception.”

“The story of Cinderella and the Prince only happens in fairy tales. Wen Jiangchu is the Prince, but you… you’re not even comparable to the little mouse beside Cinderella.”

Shen Qiudu raised an eyebrow and chuckled softly. “If that’s the case, what are you? The stepmother?”

“You—”

Xu Zhouye clicked his tongue lightly. “I just don’t want to see you fall deeper and deeper. Don’t let me take you away later only for you to be unwilling.”

“That won’t happen. You can rest assured.”

“If you came here today just to slander me, then you’re done, so leave quickly. I guess… you wouldn’t want Wen Jiangchu to see you, right?”

Xu Zhouye instantly dropped his smile. Following Shen Qiudu’s line of sight, he met Wen Jiangchu’s gaze as he looked up in their direction.

He immediately took a step back. “See you next time; I really have to go now. Shen Qiudu, don’t let me down.”

“Not everyone is as idle as you are, dying of boredom.”

Xu Zhouye gave a cold laugh and quickly left from the other staircase. Before long, Wen Jiangchu came upstairs with a few small cakes.

He looked around, puzzled. “I thought I saw Xu Zhouye’s figure just now. Why is no one here now? Did he leave?”

Shen Qiudu snorted lightly, completely ignoring the cake Wen Jiangchu offered.

“Young Master Wen is truly busy today, wanting to attend to everyone. I advise you to go downstairs and take good care of those guests. Don’t let them feel neglected.”

With that, Shen Qiudu turned and walked directly into the room, leaving only an indifferent back.

Seeing this, Wen Jiangchu quickly followed. “Hey, Qiudu, you haven’t taken the cake yet—”

“I don’t want other people’s leftovers.”

Wen Jiangchu pursed his lips, looking distractedly at the cakes he had just carefully selected. He immediately pulled out his phone and called the head chef.

“…Yes, that’s right. Make a few new ones and send them to the second floor.”

“The previous ones won’t do! Someone noticed the flour was from last night! You must buy a new bag, got it?”

“What is your relationship with Xu Zhouye?”

As soon as Wen Jiangchu entered the private room, he heard Shen Qiudu’s direct question.

Shen Qiudu stared straight ahead, completely calm, as if it were a casual remark.

“He’s a friend I grew up with.”

“Xu Zhouye’s father was once good friends with my father. They supported each other in starting their business, but unfortunately, the Xu family company suffered a financial collapse and almost went bankrupt. Fortunately, my father helped them, and they are much better now.”

The sofa in the private room was long. Shen Qiudu sat in the middle, and Wen Jiangchu, without thinking, sat down next to him. Their skin occasionally brushed against each other, adding a touch of restlessness.

“Is he an Alpha too?”

“Yes, he’s A-level, but in my opinion, he’s about the same as me.”

“Why… are you suddenly asking about him?”

Wen Jiangchu cleared his throat, cautiously glancing at Shen Qiudu. “I am an S-level Alpha. S-level.”

Hearing this, a sense of malicious amusement surged in Shen Qiudu’s heart. He looked back and knowingly asked, “Oh? Then what is your pheromone? If you’re S-level, it must be very powerful, right?”

Shen Qiudu stared intently at Wen Jiangchu’s thin lips, his nerves taut.

He was gambling.

Gambling on that one sliver of hope.

Listening to see if Wen Jiangchu would lie to him and cover up the truth.

This was Shen Qiudu’s last attempt at doubt and his final chance for Wen Jiangchu.

In the dim room, only the silvery light flickering from the TV screen remained.

Wen Jiangchu was silent for a long time. The eyes that once gazed at Shen Qiudu so sincerely faded little by little. He lowered his gaze, his voice trembling: “N-not very powerful… It’s very ordinary.”

“What is it? I’m curious.”

“It’s… wheat.”