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Lao He waited for Yang Huaijin in the hotel lobby. As the elevator doors opened, a tall, slender young man stepped out, eyes half-lidded, and exuding a leisurely demeanor. In a familiar scene, with the same person, old memories resurfaced in Lao He’s mind, reminiscent of a few days ago in the early morning.

It was also in the hotel lobby, near the elevator, that Yang Huaijin had stumbled out, exuding an unmistakable aura of desire, his shirt collar tightly fastened but unable to conceal the bruised marks on his neck and the fingerprints. Lao He had been with Yang Huaijin for many years, earning his trust, and naturally, he understood Yang Huaijin better. So, seeing Yang Huaijin in such a state left him shocked and speechless. d3dpDk

Master Jin was never one to indulge in sensual pleasures, not only abstaining but also practicing restraint. Over the years, there had been no one close to him. Moreover, Lao He knew well that Yang Huaijin was an Omega who wouldn’t easily share a bed with someone. So, who could have left Master Jin in such a state?

Yang Huaijin remained silent, and Lao He found no reason to press the matter. He was not one to ask many questions, and since Yang Huaijin chose not to disclose, he treated the incident as if it never happened. He diligently escorted Yang Huaijin back home, behaving as if he hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary. However, the questions and astonishment lingered in the depths of his mind, making him particularly attentive to Yang Huaijin’s recent movements.

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In these few days, Yang Huaijin seemed relatively normal. After that night, he secluded himself for three days before returning to his usual routine. The noticeable marks on his body had faded, and he resumed his activities. Business matters were attended to, social engagements were honored, and he continued his routine of playing golf with friends and occasionally practicing at the shooting range. There was no sign of languor or the aftermath of the ‘rape’; in fact, his mental state seemed to have improved compared to before. Yang Huaijin had struggled with poor health over the years, and the cause remained unknown. People only knew that he often lacked energy and was prone to illness.

This time, Yang Huaijin came to the new district of A City to attend an auction scheduled for seven o’clock in the evening. With some business in the new district earlier in the day, he decided to rest at the hotel in the afternoon. 9ThrBw

After exiting the elevator, Yang Huaijin waved his hand to signal that he didn’t need his overcoat. Lao He took the coat, draping it over his arm, and followed behind Yang Huaijin with a few subordinates.

As Professor Fang Xingping had mentioned, since that day, Yang Huaijin’s disrupted pheromones had stabilized. His health had noticeably improved, and he no longer needed to wear several layers of clothes like before.

With the leader, Bai Ning, currently out of the country, many responsibilities of the Qingyan Gang had fallen onto Yang Huaijin’s shoulders. His purpose in attending the auction this time was to bid on an ancient painting, intending to spend a few million as a gift for someone. However, he hadn’t expected another party to persistently drive up the price. The bidding for the painting had reached 7.2 million, and Yang Huaijin was unable to secure the purchase.

The person in charge of bidding frequently looked back, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. The price of 7.2 million was much higher than the estimated value, and he was uncertain whether the buyer behind him was willing to go for this price.

Lao He reminded Yang Huaijin with a lowered head. Yang Huaijin took his gaze away from the auction catalog and gestured for Lao He to hand him the bidding number. By this time, the price for the ancient painting had already reached 7.8 million. Yang Huaijin raised the bidding number and directly called out a price of 9 million.

Suddenly, the entire venue fell silent, and everyone turned their gaze in this direction.

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Although Yang Huaijin was personally overseeing the auction, he didn’t raise the bidding paddle himself. Now, by personally raising the paddle and calling out a high price, he was indicating to everyone present that this painting was something desired by the young master of the Qingyan Gang. As for the price, he was too lazy to go back and forth any longer. If it sold for 9 million, it sold; if not, he would just give up.

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Unexpectedly, the other party raised the paddle again. Without bidding, the auctioneer followed the ‘258’ rule and called out a price: “9.2 million!”

Yang Huaijin looked over, and the man in a dark suit had a very handsome profile. His slightly curly, medium-length hair was tied back. When he turned his head, his sharp gaze firmly locked onto Yang Huaijin’s location, nodding at him with a seemingly ambiguous smile.

It was Feng Zhi!

Yang Huaijin’s heart suddenly skipped a few beats faster. He withdrew his gaze, turned to Lao He, and said, “Let’s stop bidding and get ready to leave!” 5QFYqG

“9.2 million for the third time!” The auctioneer continued with the auction process, struck the gavel, and declared, “9.2 million, sold!”

Afterwards, there was a break for a cold buffet. Yang Huaijin, having not won anything, didn’t linger and prepared to leave with his entourage.

However, with various celebrities gathered at the high-end auction venue, there were inevitably some familiar faces. Yang Huaijin greeted and chatted with a few people, slowing down his pace. When he raised his head again, a tall and handsome figure had approached.

“Master Jin, I apologize for today,” Feng Zhi said with a smile, offering his apology. ACy08Q

“Second Young Master.” Yang Huaijin instinctively took a step back. “I didn’t expect the Second Young Master to have an interest in collecting ancient paintings as well.”

Feng Zhi shook his head, “If it weren’t for someone’s request, I would willingly concede to anything Master Jin is fond of. I won’t hide it from you, this painting is a family heirloom of the Xing family. It got lost overseas decades ago, and this time they entrusted me to reclaim it. It’s a matter of utmost importance.” Feng Zhi, standing at over six feet tall, slightly bowed at this moment, appearing humble and approachable. “As a gesture of apology, I’ve prepared a gift for Master Jin. How about giving me a chance to make amends?”

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Feng Zhi got a bit close. Yang Huaijin subtly leaned back, “Second Young Master, you’re too serious. The auction is originally about the highest bidder winning. It exceeded my expectations, so I chose to give up. It’s a common occurrence in auctions.” He nodded, indicating that he was ready to take his leave.

However, just as Yang Huaijin was about to leave with a sidestep, Feng Zhi intercepted him. His arm stretched across Yang Huaijin’s path. Oup5aV

“Master Jin…”

“Second Young Master!” Lao He stepped forward, raising his hand to keep Feng Zhi at bay.

Feng Zhi’s face didn’t show anger, but his eyes were icy, “I have something to discuss with Master Jin. Why are you getting in the way?”

“Apologies, Second Young Master. It was just a reflex,” Lao He, sharp-witted as ever, acted as if he hadn’t noticed the coldness in Feng Zhi’s eyes. “Master Jin has other matters to attend to today and is in a hurry to leave. How about arranging a meeting at a teahouse on another day? I can ensure a more comfortable place for Second Young Master’s discussions.” sZOig8

“No need for that, just a few words,” Feng Zhi tilted his head to look at Yang Huaijin. “Master Jin, would you mind taking a moment to talk?”

With things having reached this point, Yang Huaijin had no reason to refuse. He followed Feng Zhi to his VIP lounge.

Those attending the auction were all wealthy and influential individuals, and the organizers would arrange comfortable lounges for important figures. Feng Zhi’s lounge was exceptionally spacious and comfortable. Upon entering, Yang Huaijin’s attention was immediately drawn to an ancient painting displayed on the table.

Feng Zhi grinned, “As I mentioned about making amends, this Song Dynasty painting of flowers and birds is the gift I’d like to present to Master Jin.” QjOMxa

A genuine Song Dynasty painting is priceless, and Feng Zhi’s gift was even more valuable than the item Yang Huaijin intended to bid for.

After a brief silence, Yang Huaijin spoke, “There’s no need for formalities, Second Young Master. Since no one else is present, you can speak directly.”

Feng Zhi chuckled, “Master Jin, there’s no need to be on guard. We’ve both been in the underworld of A City for so many years, and our interactions have been limited. This time, by snatching what caught Master Jin’s interest, I present this Song Dynasty painting of flowers and birds as a gesture of apology, hoping to build a friendship with Master Jin.”

“I appreciate your intentions, Second Young Master, but there’s no need for the gift. We’re both part of the underworld, and there will be plenty of opportunities for future interactions. The Qingyan Gang and the Crimson Alliance Hall have always been friends,” Yang Huaijin replied calmly, implying that whether they became friends was not a significant concern. w6W4Ku

With that, he excused himself and turned to leave.

Unexpectedly, his arm was quickly gripped, and the tall man approached, his breath seeming to exhale near Yang Huaijin’s ear, “Master Jin, I’m a man who loves to play and drink, but getting drunk doesn’t mean I’m stupid. Even if certain things are hidden from my eyes, they can’t deceive me. After all, seeing through others doesn’t necessarily require eyes; it can also be done through the sense of smell.”

What is he talking about?

Yang Huaijin was shocked, and his fingertips trembled uncontrollably. He exerted considerable effort to calm himself down. Feng Zhi’s words were ambiguous, and he couldn’t afford to lose composure at this point. XgRIed

He slowly pulled his arm out of Feng Zhi’s grip, “Second Young Master, what do you mean? I don’t understand this talk about ‘smell.’ What you said is beyond my comprehension.” Well, talking about ‘smell,’ the last thing he lacked was a sense of smell!

“If Master Jin doesn’t want to understand, then so be it!” Feng Zhi lowered his eyes, staring at the back of Yang Huaijin’s neck, trying to discern something, but there was only the collar tightly wrapped around his neck.

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These days, Feng Zhi had been searching for the Omega from that night. Since he couldn’t see the face, it must be someone he knew but not too familiar with. Who could it be? It wasn’t until today at the auction that he inadvertently overheard Yang Huaijin talking to his subordinates. Why did Yang Huaijin’s voice sound somewhat similar to the Omega from that night? Connecting the head of the Qingyan Gang, Master Jin, with the Omega from that night, Feng Zhi himself found it hard to believe. However, just now, Yang Huaijin’s reaction, though subtle, couldn’t escape Feng Zhi’s observant eyes, especially those slight moments of surprise and withdrawal, fueling Feng Zhi’s speculative thoughts.

With a hint of malice, Feng Zhi approached Yang Huaijin’s ear and said, “Master JIn, if it weren’t for the fact that the little hole down there was so wet, I would have believed like everyone else that you are a Beta.” mP5s8F

“An Omega without a scent, there’s probably only you in the whole world, right?”