He quickly followed outside, his footsteps absorbed by the weird and intricate flame-shaped carpet. He looked around for a while before finally spotting the piano player on a small terrace at the end of the hallway.
Ye Sang glanced at his reflection in the glass window, his peach blossom eyes watery and seemingly smiling. His delicate features, rosy lips, and white teeth were complemented by the loose-fitting long black shirt and fitted black trousers, accentuating his narrow shoulders, slender waist, and long legs.
──Ye Sang, you’re so beautiful, no one would reject you!
Ye Sang was amazed by his own beauty. Seeing no one around, he skillfully released his pheromones, gentle and slow, non-threatening yet extremely seductive. Then, he walked slowly towards the man.
Looking at the street outside the high-walled compound, it neatly divided the world into two halves: on the left, the beautifully planned affluent area with lush greenery, red walls, and green tiles; on the right, the chaotic and dirty slums. The island’s most upscale hotel happened to be located on the border, where these two vastly different worlds awkwardly coexisted.
Ai Mo watched the conflict between police and civilians hundreds of meters away, with smoke bombs, gunshots, barricades, and pushing between the protesting crowd and the police. The demands of this protest were to raise basic wages and to demand the government to control the rising prices. Ai Mo had arrived in this country two weeks ago, and the crowd participating in the demonstrations and sit-ins had only grown larger, with increased police presence. The conflicts and friction seemed to be escalating rather than decreasing… Just tonight, the last thing he wanted to see still happened.
Dozens of protesters were subdued and handcuffed on the ground by police due to physical clashes. The police at the scene continuously urged everyone to disperse through loudspeakers, but the crowd’s curses persisted, and the volume of the loudspeakers couldn’t suppress the anger of the crowd.
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Seeing the escalating conflict, Ai Mo couldn’t help but furrow his brow. But what could he do? He was just a stranger who couldn’t even return home… The only thing he could do was to express his empathy and frustration through the melody of ‘Gloomy Sunday,’ cursing this fucked-up world.
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Based on his biological instincts, he knew this was the scent of a high-level omega. His finely arched eyebrows furrowed even tighter, deliberately ignoring the footsteps gradually approaching from behind along with the fragrance.
Seeing no reaction from the other party, Ye Sang couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed.
──No response to my pheromones at all, and completely devoid of any scent… Ah, turns out he’s just a beta… Ye Sang thought disappointedly. He then stopped five steps behind the man and slowly retracted the pheromones he used to probe.
The man leaned against the railing, his gaze fixed on the intense conflict below, his slender 190-centimeter frame showcasing the ordinary white shirt and black trousers in a stylish manner.
“I prefer ‘Devil’s Trill Sonata’ over ‘Gloomy Sunday’,” Ye Sang said with a smile, deliberately lowering his voice to present a slightly tipsy, smokey voice, matching his charming and seductive appearance perfectly.
Finally, the man turned around, his deep eyes exuding a melancholic aura, accompanied by his sharply defined handsome face and thick, dark brown curls. Even his tightly pressed lips were incredibly sensual.
From his hair color to his collarbone, this man perfectly matched Ye Sang’s aesthetic. He was more handsome than any man he had ever slept with, even if he was a beta. Ye Sang was determined to sign this pianist!
Ye Sang looked at the man’s deep brown eyes, excited as if he had found a treasure. He struggled to maintain his elegant demeanor, deliberately reaching into his chest pocket for a business card infused with his own scent, and handed it to the man with a charming smile: “Join my company. I will definitely make you famous.”
He pulled out all the stops, but to his surprise, the man just looked at him in silence, his brow furrowing even tighter.
…Could it be that he doesn’t understand what I’m saying?
Observing the man’s deep brown eyes and sophisticated face, Ye Sang understood that he was biracial. He repeated the line in English, but the man still didn’t relax his brow. Ye Sang had to resort to using various languages he knew to repeat the line.
Just as he was introducing himself in broken Russian and accidentally bit his tongue, the man finally spoke.
“I’m not interested.”
──He can speak Chinese! And so fluently!
Ye Sang was nearly brought to tears by the pain on his tongue, but the man’s lingering aura of melancholy and sensuality completely danced on Ye Sang’s weakness, no matter how painful it was.
──If he can’t sign this guy, he’ll at least try to get him into bed!
Author’s Note: Who doesn’t love a sweet little omega!
Iceberg Gong: … I’m not interested.
I already know I’m going to love their energy once they’re stranded on a cursed island… together.
Praying for the gong!
I also already love him so much, him playing “Gloomy Sunday” out of pure rejection of the world’s imbalance, I love it!!!! Good for him for rejecting such a doomed society, green flag!
Anyway, thanks again for the quick translation <3
I’m looking forward to the story!!!! :]
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Ahhhh I already love them!!!!! Thanks for updating!
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Eh, wrong timing! Abort mission!
Thanks for the chapter!
MC: what wrong time, he just needs a distraction!