Three months later.
At the seaside of the Sixth District Docks, on a late summer evening, the city always bathed in a soft golden hue. The sun was about to sink below the horizon, blending the colors of the sky with the city lights. The hustle and bustle of the day seemed to be enveloped by the sunset, drawing to a close along with it.
In the top-floor apartment of the Sixth District Docks, Yang Huaijin suddenly woke from a dream. He opened his eyes, his thoughts still lingering in the dream, before slowly pushing himself up. He realized he had fallen asleep on the sofa somehow, but he wasn’t sure how long he had been sleeping.
Since becoming pregnant, he had been prone to sleepiness, but as the fetus in his belly grew, he no longer experienced the physical pains. It seemed as if he could sense the true existence of another life within him, which brought him peace of mind.
Yang Huaijin held a letter in his hand, having fallen asleep while reading it in the afternoon. He was surprised to receive this letter; in this day and age, who still communicated through written letters? The neatly written address on the envelope read ‘To Yang Huaijin,’ and inside was an English letter, beautifully scripted with an old-fashioned dip pen—signed by Ryan Anelli.
Yang Huaijin had just had a dream. In the dream, he went back to his student days, standing on the podium giving a speech. It seemed like a hall, with many people seated below. He was focused on his speech, and as he neared the end, he noticed a young man in the front row. This young man had deeply profound eyes, with facial features slightly cold but very handsome. During the speech, Yang Huaijin had noticed him staring at him, with a hint of scrutiny. Yang Huaijin wasn’t someone who feared others’ gaze, especially after completing an important speech; he was somewhat excited. So, he smiled at the young man in the audience, feeling joyful and relieved, while the young man’s expression turned bewildered, mixed with some incredulous surprise.
Afterward, Yang Huaijin woke up. It wasn’t actually his dream but a distant memory. He did notice Ryan at the time because Ryan was seated in the front row, among a group of esteemed and powerful old men, making this young and handsome man stand out. However, that was all there was to it. His curiosity about Ryan was drowned in the joy of finishing the speech, fading to the point where he couldn’t even remember any interaction with him when they met again. Unexpectedly, such a brief moment from his past would reappear in the form of a dream over a decade later.
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The Anelli family was vast, with various complex relationships among its members due to interests. Ryan was actually considered part of the young reformist faction, but there were certain things he found difficult to change. In another sense, R’s comprehensive strike against the Anelli family this time actually helped Ryan. Without destruction, there can be no reconstruction, and heroes emerge in troubled times. As long as Ryan no longer clung to ‘the interests of the entire family,’ he could reorganize his own power during this crisis and do many things he couldn’t do before.
In the letter, Ryan only mentioned one thing about Alice, but Yang Huaijin felt that sentence was the most heartfelt.
Ryan wrote: Alice is dead. Sometimes, I miss her.
Yang Huaijin sighed, leaning back on the sofa. Outside the window, the day had already ended, and the night had yet to become lively.
Footsteps approached, and the room’s lights were turned on. Feng Zhi had just returned, “It’s so late, why aren’t the lights on?”
After returning from Russia, Feng Zhi’s injuries hadn’t fully healed when Xing Tian took him away to manage the Crimson Alliance Hall. Previously, in order to allow him to resolve his lifelong matter, he had been given too much time off. After all, he was the nominal second-in-command of the Crimson Alliance Hall and the actual person in charge. Some matters couldn’t be avoided even if he was injured. Actually, Feng Zhi wasn’t particularly busy. After all, he had always been in charge of the Crimson Alliance Hall. Taking the time he used to spend reveling in the nightclub and using it to ‘accompany his wife’ was enough to annoy Yang Huaijin.
Yang Huaijin hadn’t seen Feng Zhi all day. When he finally saw him, Feng Zhi smiled and affectionately tackled the just-awakened Yang Huaijin onto the sofa. Yang Huaijin, who had just woken up, didn’t have much strength and couldn’t evade or push him away, so he could only let Feng Zhi hold him.
Feng Zhi liked his look of ‘I’m helpless, but there’s nothing I can do about you.’ With a smiling face, he kissed Yang Huaijin’s lips and released pheromones.
Yang Huaijin was dizzy from the kiss and only realized that Feng Zhi was releasing pheromones when his body reacted.
“You… how come you’re in heat as soon as you walk in?”
“I’m not…” Feng Zhi didn’t admit it, “Maybe it’s because I smoked during the day…”
“You Madman, do you think I’m stupid?”
Yang Huaijin was pregnant, so Feng Zhi couldn’t possibly smoke, not in front of him or behind his back. Feng Zhi smiled and said, “Okay, my bad. It’s just that you’re too sweet…”
“…” Sweet? What sweetness? He didn’t even have the scent of pheromones!
“Actually… a madman paired with a fool isn’t bad either…”
“…”
Yang Huaijin didn’t have time to think too much. He was kissed until he was dizzy. As he entered the mid-term of pregnancy, he found himself increasingly unable to resist the pheromones of his Alpha, and Feng Zhi’s flirting skills were top-notch, making it impossible to resist.
A piece of paper slipped off the sofa, and Feng Zhi glanced sideways at the handwriting on it before casually retracting his gaze.
The moment he saw the letter, he knew who had written it and silently credited it to Ryan Anelli in his mind.
