Yang Huaijin’s expression remained cold as he walked out of the hotel where the auction was held. Once inside his car, he raised the partition to isolate himself from the outside world. At this moment, he didn’t want to see anyone.
He didn’t expect that the impact of meeting with Feng Zhi would still be so significant. When he told his teacher, Fang Xingping, that “I’ve let go a long time ago,” he actually thought he could approach the past feelings more calmly. However, it seemed that it was still not possible…
When Feng Zhi mentioned ‘five years ago,’ he realized that Feng Zhi still remembered. The brief one-night stand from five years ago could still be keenly sensed, linking them together just based on being an ‘Omega without scent.’ Feng Zhi had an excellent memory, but unfortunately, he forgot the most crucial thing.
Five years ago…
Yang Huaijin was twenty-eight years old, having been in the Qingyan Gang for six years, and had known Feng Zhi for the same period.
In the first year, he was a newbie who had just entered the underworld at the age of twenty-two. Starting from the bottom, he familiarized himself with the shattered rules of the world here, gradually understanding the ways of the underworld. His former teachers, friends, and family all failed to understand him, and within the Qingyan Gang, he found himself isolated – as if everything he did was wrong. At school, he was a top student everyone admired, but here, he was mocked as a ‘naïve fool.’
In the second year, due to his unique approach, he caught the attention of the then-leader, Bai Qingwu. He was sent to the docks in District Six, tasked with finding a way to establish inconspicuous smuggling routes. At that time, the vicinity of the District Six docks was just a rundown fishing village. The only people he could rely on were three individuals: a young slacker, a big bully who disliked him, and Lao He. Despite being in his thirties, Lao He hadn’t made a name for himself in the Qingyan Gang. Educated and appreciative of knowledge, he couldn’t stand seeing others bully Yang Huaijin. Therefore, he volunteered to accompany Yang Huaijin to the District Six docks.
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At the age of twenty-six, he became the youngest ‘Master’ in the Qingyan Gang. Bai Qingwu, in front of everyone at the hall meeting, reprimanded his subordinates: “Don’t call him ‘brother,’ call him ‘Master Jin’!” Later, he was promoted to the position of the leader of the Zhuque Hall, becoming one of the most influential four hall leaders in the Qingyan Gang.
In the sixth year, as new leaders took over in the Crimson Alliance Hall, it swiftly rose from an unknown small faction to a new force in A City’s underworld. It was then that Yang Huaijin learned that the second-in-command of the Crimson Alliance Hall, named Feng Zhi, was his ‘A-Jiu.’ It was ironic – he hadn’t even known the full name of the person he was searching for for six years. Simply hearing that the person mentioned being associated with the Qingyan Gang, Yang Huaijin immersed himself in the underworld to find him, without ever considering that the mention of ‘Qingyan Gang’ might have been a lie.
Meeting Feng Zhi again was unexpected for Yang Huaijin.
At that time, although Yang Huaijin was already the head of the Zhuque Hall, he did not possess absolute authority as he does now, and there were still some social obligations that he couldn’t refuse.
After drinking until late into the night, the gathering finally dispersed. Yang Huaijin, although still clear-headed, felt physically uncomfortable from the effects of alcohol. The persistent heat of his heat cycle struck again. It had been too long since he had bonded with his Alpha, and the irregular heat cycles were seriously affecting his health. Situations like being drunk or fatigued could trigger irregular heats. Yang Huaijin always carried heat suppressants and pheromone-regulating medication with him.
He walked towards the bathroom with weak steps, intending to give himself a shot before heading home. Unexpectedly, he collided with a young man running towards him after taking only a few steps.
The young man exclaimed in surprise, “Oh! How come you’re even more confused than me? You’ve walked in the wrong direction; the private rooms are over there!”
Feeling uncomfortable, Yang Huaijin didn’t have time to explain and was pushed into the adjacent private room by the young man without any hesitation.
The lighting inside the private room was dim and ambiguous. Seven or eight young men stood in a neat row. Seeing their attire, Yang Huaijin couldn’t help but find it amusing. His coat was left in the previous drinking room, and now, dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, he looked just like the male hosts available for selection in this private room. Despite the fact that his clothes were made of expensive fabric, in the dim light, they didn’t seem much different at first glance.
He had initially wanted to explain andthen leave, but unexpectedly, as he lifted his eyes, he saw the face he had been daydreaming about.
Casually sitting on the sofa, Feng Zhi was engaged in idle chatter with his friends. The PR manager introduced several young men, and when Feng Zhi’s gaze turned in their direction, he playfully sized up the young men present.
Yang Huaijin was twenty-eight years old at that time, but he naturally carried a touch of scholarly innocence. In his current state, having just finished drinking and feeling a bit in heat, the hem of his shirt casually spread out. Without his usual authoritative demeanor, it was indeed hard to distinguish any difference as he stood among a group of young men around twenty years old.
Feng Zhi also noticed Yang Huaijin. The PR manager, aware that Feng Zhi prefers Omega boys around twenty years old when he goes out for entertainment, specially selected a few that matched his aesthetic taste. This time, they indeed hit the mark with someone who seemed to fit Feng Zhi’s preferences perfectly. The person standing at the doorway, for example, appeared as if he had grown in the exact spot Feng Zhi favored—slender in a well-proportioned manner, with a beautiful and enticing body, fair skin, and elegant, seductive lip lines. Half of his body stood in the light that streamed in through the door, while the other half was in the shadows. He seemed somewhat uncomfortable and casually lazy, yet still taller than the other Omega boys. His legs, wrapped in well-fitted trousers, displayed a clear, long, and straight shape.
Feng Zhi raised his hand, pointing at Yang Huaijin. “Leave that one.” He then grinned at his friends, suggesting, ‘I think we’ve had enough to drink today; let’s call it a night.’
Laughter filled the private room, and everyone tacitly understood the ambiguous meaning in Feng Zhi’s words. Each person took their chosen ‘companion’ and left.
Soon, only Feng Zhi and Yang Huaijin were left. Feng Zhi hooked his finger, signaling for Yang Huaijin to come over.
The ‘boy’ walked step by step to Feng Zhi’s side. The dim lighting in the room made it difficult to see his face clearly, and his slender and tall figure didn’t display the usual flattery and eagerness found in other boys. Feng Zhi was a bit intoxicated at this point; otherwise, he would have noticed that something was off with the person’s expression. However, in his current state, he felt that the figure in front of him matched his preferences perfectly, and a hint of tenderness suddenly emerged in his heart.
He leaned forward, reaching out to grab the ‘boy’s’ hand, playfully massaging it, and asked, “Can you serve people?”
thanks for the chapter!
😭 This must have been so painful for YJ
If I was YJ, I’d smile while mentally thinking of whether castrating him would be fair to him in his amnesiac state