Delicate, Yet Shamelessly Freeloading [Quick Transmigration] Chapter 19

Chapter 19: Alpha with Pheromone Disorder (19)

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Lu Fengchi felt uncomfortable about this unexpected encounter with another Alpha. He didn’t want to say much, worried that the guy might actually be an old friend of Shui Que’s.

 

Instead, he simply turned slightly and asked, “Was he your classmate at Linhai No. 2 High School?”

 

Shui Que had mentioned before that he transferred from Linhai No. 2.

 

Though Linhai was called a city, it was actually a county-level town. As one of Haicheng’s satellite cities, it ranked last in infrastructure and economic development.

 

Linhai No. 2 had decent teaching quality since it attracted the best teachers in the area. But because it accepted large private donations, anyone who paid enough money could get in—no matter what kind of person they were.

 

Like the Alpha standing in front of them now, scrutinizing him.

 

Shui Que silently nodded, suppressing the instinctive tremor in his body. He feigned composure and stepped forward to respond: “Long time no see, Ke Xing.”

 

Ke Xing raised an eyebrow in surprise.

 

Didn’t this guy used to avoid him at all costs, stammering whenever he tried to speak?

 

Now, in Haicheng, he seemed like a completely different person.

 

Ke Xing’s gaze roamed from his pale face to the soft curve of his knees.

 

Why was he so fair-skinned?

 

He looked even less like an Alpha than before.

 

Ke Xing had once found this timid, androgynous Alpha annoying. Now, he regretted not taking his friends’ advice back then.

 

An Alpha like this—though not as desirable as an Omega—would still be fun to play with, wouldn’t he?

 

Could it be…

 

His gaze flickered between Lu Fengchi and Shui Que, his expression unreadable.

 

“I remember inviting you to hang out before, but you always refused.” He smirked. “Did you think I wasn’t good enough for you?”

 

Playing innocent, huh? Looks like you’re quite the tease after all.

 

Shui Que’s face turned pale—not out of fear, but because, in that split second, he suddenly realized something. All his former classmates knew he was an Alpha, yet Lu Fengchi remained blissfully unaware, still convinced that he was an Omega.

 

If Ke Xing let something slip in the middle of their conversation…

 

Would his entire storyline progression be ruined?!

 

Seeing that Ke Xing had no intention of letting up, the classmates behind them—who had been waiting for them to catch up—grew impatient and walked forward to see what was going on.

 

Hearing Ke Xing’s words, one of them frowned and immediately followed up with a mocking remark, “Well, of course. Classmate Song is one kind of person, and you’re another. Ever heard the saying ‘birds of a feather flock together’?”

 

“How could a phoenix ever associate with a wild chicken?”

 

None of them had ever gotten close enough to Shui Que to become good friends with him.

 

And yet, this guy surnamed Ke—what was he even worth? Did he think he deserved to be in the same league?

 

Even someone as slow as Lu Fengchi could sense that something was off in the way Ke Xing treated Shui Que. He grabbed Shui Que’s hand, brushing past Ke Xing with a hard shoulder bump. His gaze was sharp and menacing. “You’re blocking the way. Stop barking.”

 

“Come on, come on! If Shui Que and Brother Lu don’t hurry up, all the food’s gonna be gone. Chen Jian, that bottomless pit, is gonna finish everything.”

 

“What nonsense are you talking about? Do I look like that kind of person? If you two aren’t here, I wouldn’t dare touch my chopsticks.”

 

“Yeah, you’d just use your hands instead.”

 

With laughter and playful banter, the group made their way toward the pavilion.

 

Only Ke Xing remained standing where he was, staring after them with a deeply furrowed brow.

 

What kind of spell had Song Shui Que cast on them?

 

Why was everyone suddenly so eager to protect him?

 

The two large Baxian tables were filled with specialty dishes from Qingyue Villa—fresh seafood, lake fish, farm-raised chicken, duck, and goose, along with simple stir-fried vegetables. For those who had eaten too much meat, there was freshly pressed juice from the orchard to cleanse their palate.

 

For dessert, there were sweet rice wine dumplings and other treats.

 

After eating and drinking to their hearts’ content, the group strolled along the lakeside, enjoying the breeze. In the afternoon, they planned to rent a KTV private room and sing their hearts out.

 

They were all wealthy young men with powerful families backing them up. Most of their families had already arranged for them to study abroad after graduation, gaining some experience before returning to inherit the family business. No one expected them to expand their enterprises; the only requirement was that they didn’t ruin everything in their generation. Their biggest daily concern was simply figuring out where to go and how to pass the time.

 

The waiter brought over a platter of wine and fruit, filling the room with the rich aromas of liquor and fresh fruit.

 

The lights on the stage adjusted automatically, even casting precision lighting. The colors shifted dreamily as Chen Jian howled into the microphone, jumping from one side of the stage to the other, beckoning to his imaginary audience. It was an immersive music performance.

 

The people below booed in unison. The only thing limiting them from throwing rotten vegetables was the lack of any on hand.

 

“Chen Jian’s real dream is to be a pop star,” Lu Fengchi said, lowering his head slightly. Loose strands of hair brushed against his ears, and the golden light reflected off the stud in his ear. “His great-aunt is actually a singer.”

 

He casually mentioned the name of a music legend, one of the industry’s evergreen figures.

 

He handed a freshly peeled tangerine to Shui Que.

 

Not a single trace of the white fibers remained.

 

Shui Que took half and returned the rest to him before peeling a small slice for himself. The juice and pulp filled his mouth, sweet without being too tart—just perfect.

 

He squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

 

How could someone eat a tangerine so delicately? Lu Fengchi, on the other hand, simply tossed half a tangerine into his mouth, chewing it a couple of times before swallowing. His hands were already reaching for something else. “Want some green grapes?”

 

They were freshly picked from a nearby orchard—large, plump, and as big as a thumb. Perfect for making Shui Que’s second favorite drink, green grape boba, Lu Fengchi thought.

 

As he peeled one, he heard Shui Que ask, “What about you?”

 

Shui Que’s mouth was still full of fruit, making his words sound slightly muffled. Lu Fengchi didn’t catch it right away.

 

“What?” The golden light shone over him, emphasizing his deep-set eyes and high, defined brow, like a Greek sculpture meticulously carved by an artist.

 

Shui Que repeated, “What about you? What do you want to do in the future?”

 

His lips were stained red by the juice, and the bead of his lower lip looked plump and full, as if a single touch would make sweet nectar drip from it.

 

Lu Fengchi felt a little dazed.

 

His first thought was to kiss him.

 

His second thought was that he wanted to marry Shui Que in the future.

 

Meanwhile, Chen Jian was getting into his performance, launching into his second song: “Who will be my groom—! Who will be my groom—! Ah hey—”

 

Lu Fengchi’s vision went dark. Without thinking, he tossed an unpeeled grape onto the stage, hitting Chen Jian squarely on the forehead.

 

“Are you insane?” he said irritably. “Skip the song.”

 

The waiter brought in another cart full of fruit wine, just in case they strained their voices from singing. The cart stopped right beside Shui Que’s sofa.

 

In the short time it took for Lu Fengchi to snap out of his thoughts, Shui Que had already finished two glasses.

 

“Is it good?” Lu Fengchi wasn’t sure how strong the homemade fruit wine from this villa was.

 

Shui Que had never had anything like it before. He couldn’t really tell, but he did feel the need to go to the bathroom.

 

After mentioning it to Lu Fengchi, he got up to leave. “Need me to go with you?” came a voice from behind him. Shui Que waved his hand, signaling that he was fine.

 

Although the resort promoted itself as an “authentic ecological retreat,” its facilities were modern and luxurious. The restroom at the end of the hallway had gleaming, polished floors reflecting the warm glow of the lights. The air smelled of a soft fragrance.

 

A warm breeze from the hand dryer quickly dried his hands.

 

As Shui Que stepped out, he suddenly realized he had forgotten the way back. The hallways twisted and turned, making it harder to navigate than he had expected.

 

He vaguely remembered the private room number—was it K808?

 

His phone was still on the sofa, so he couldn’t call anyone to confirm.

 

He pushed open the heavy sliding door to K808, which creaked loudly as it moved.

 

Inside, there was no flashing neon, no lively singing. The projector screen played a music video, its soft, melancholic tune filling the quiet room. No one was fighting over the microphone.

 

Several people sat on the sofas in the dim lighting. The flickering shadows made it impossible to make out their faces clearly.

 

Did he enter the wrong room…?

 

He hesitated.

 

Someone sitting on a couch, back turned to him, heard the noise and stood up. The figure was tall, their silhouette sharp in the low light. As they turned toward the door, a voice rang out.

 

“Who is it? Get in or get out already—” The voice started out impatient but suddenly shifted. “Holy sh*t, who ordered the service? Damn, this resort really knows how to cultivate beauty.”

 

“Shut up,” another person said from the center sofa, exhaling smoke. The cigarette’s ember flared in the darkness. Their voice was hoarse. “Whoever called for this, take them out now.”

 

Something about the voice felt vaguely familiar to Shui Que. It sounded like the person was deliberately lowering their tone, making it hard to recognize.

 

No one moved for a moment. The person who had spoken first, annoyed by the silence, glanced toward the doorway, intending to send the intruder away.

 

Their pupils shrank instantly. They crushed the cigarette against the person next to them without thinking.

 

The other man gasped but, mindful of who had burned him, held back his anger and endured it. Through gritted teeth, he muttered, “Brother… Qu.”

 

Shui Que didn’t hear what they were saying. He was still fixated on that familiar voice. But he quickly realized he had entered the wrong room and quietly apologized, “Sorry, wrong room.”

 

He stepped back and gently closed the door behind him.

 

What was the correct room number again…?

 

As he struggled to recall, someone suddenly appeared from the corner and grabbed his wrist.

 

Startled, he took two steps back and bumped into a decorative stand. A porcelain vase on the stand wobbled precariously.

 

He quickly steadied the vase before turning his attention to the person gripping his left wrist tightly.

 

“…Ke Xing?”

 

His delicate brows furrowed, clearly displeased.

 

Why was this guy here again?

 

Did bullies never feel shame?

 

Experience had already shown that expecting a bully to learn respect or self-reflection was as impossible as reaching for the stars.

 

Ke Xing rubbed the wrist in his palm. It was pale, soft—rarely did an Alpha have such features. The other party truly had a talent for making people lose their minds.

 

“Weren’t you pretending to be all high and mighty before?” He sneered maliciously. “Was I wrong to say you’re just like an Omega?”

 

“Was the lesson at Linhai No. 2 High School not enough for you?” Ke Xing feigned concern. “Did transferring schools finally make you come to your senses? An Alpha like you really can only survive by seducing other Alphas, huh—”

 

“How about this?” Shui Que remained silent, ignoring him, but Ke Xing only got more excited as he spoke. “I’m not the type to hold grudges. Why don’t you come with me?”

 

“I promise I’ll f*** you better than the one this morning.”

 

Shui Que stared at him. System 77 had censored a few words from the sentence, but he could still make out Ke Xing’s meaning from the movement of his lips.

 

The aftereffects of the fruit wine were kicking in. His head throbbed, and the incessant chatter was grating on his nerves.

 

How annoying.

 

Shui Que flicked his hand, and with a sharp, loud crash, water splashed everywhere—clear liquid, shattered porcelain, and crushed rose petals exploded across the floor.

 

“Get lost,” he said.

 

Ke Xing’s eyelid twitched. He had a bad feeling but still didn’t let go. Before he could react, however, a foot struck his stomach, sending him sprawling to the ground.

 

The weight of an adult man landed squarely on the broken porcelain shards.

 

He let out a wretched howl.

 

The faint scent of gin lingered in the air, mixed with the residual smell of tobacco. Someone slipped an arm under Shui Que’s armpits and easily lifted him away from the mess on the floor.

 

Qu Jiuchao: “You came with Lu Fengchi?”

 

There was no need for Shui Que to answer; it was a rhetorical question.

 

The bitterness that had been festering in Qu Jiuchao’s heart for so long erupted into anger. He carefully set Shui Que down, his expression blank, then stepped forward and ground his shoe against Ke Xing’s right hand.

 

Looking down from above, he gazed at him coldly.

 

“You used this hand just now, didn’t you?”

 

A sickening crunch came from beneath his sole.

 

Ke Xing went from cursing in pain to gasping weakly for breath. When someone from the private room hesitantly called out, “Young Master Qu?” his breathing grew even more ragged.

 

He wasn’t sure about the Alpha beside Shui Que, but the Qu family… they had ties to the underworld. Even now, they hadn’t fully washed their hands of it.

 

Ke Xing’s eyes lost focus as he slumped completely to the floor.

 

“Still watching? Let’s go.” Qu Jiuchao’s face was cold. “I’ll take you to Lu Fengchi.”

 

Shui Que mumbled softly, “The vase… I broke it.”

 

Qu Jiuchao: “Oh.”

 

“Got it. I’ll pay for it.”　

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