Chapter 15: Jealousy
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In that moment when the man was about to collapse, a figure swiftly walked out of the alley and naturally embraced him. In less than a minute, an inconspicuous black car stopped in front of them. The car door opened, and someone picked up the briefcase, along with the drooping-headed man as they both got into the car.
Wen Mo watched as the black car drove out of the alley, gradually disappearing from sight. Everything was like tossing a pebble into a large lake, causing a slight ripple but soon returning to calm.
He lowered his gaze, took out the old photograph from his pocket, and locked eyes with the child in the picture. He retrieved a lighter, lit it with a snap, the flame instantly engulfed the bewildered and frightened child. He then threw the burning photo into an empty dish on the table until it was completely consumed. He put the lighter back in his pocket.
In the midst of all this, his fingers brushed against another photograph in his pocket, and he paused, taking it out.
The photograph depicted two figures entangled passionately. One person, covered in sweat, furrowed his brows, bit his lips, and arched his neck in apparent pain and pleasure. He tightly gripped a pillow behind him, but it wasn’t the Alpha that dominated him; it was one of the Alpha’s most valued subordinates.
Wen Mo looked at the photo with a blank expression.
This was his plan B, an undeveloped means of leverage. But now, it seemed there was no opportunity left to implement it. He put the photo back into his pocket, donned his sunglasses, and quietly left the window side.
On a rooftop of a high-rise building, Zhang Qian disassembled the sniper rifle, his expression cold. He removed the silencer, blew out a breath, and put it in his pocket. He glanced at the window where there was no one left, extinguished the cigarette on his lips, and concealed the rifle under his camel-colored overcoat. After a moment, his figure disappeared into the rooftop corridor.
On the rooftop, the wind continued to howl, oblivious to all that had transpired in the bustling city below.
After that day, Zhang Qian noticed a subtle change in their relationship.
It was as if he could see more of what lay beneath the surface of this Omega. He no longer had to constantly resent the seemingly insincere smiles that the Omega would put on when facing him. Zhang Qian began to appreciate the occasional fluctuations in his moods, the occasional displays of petulance and innocence. It was as if he had become more alive.
Life continued moving forward.
Zhang Qian was already at the age when marriage was expected of him. His declining family needed both his career and his marriage to bolster their standing. Several suitable marriage partners had already been arranged for him, all from prominent and well-known families. After all, it was evident to anyone with clear eyes that Zhang Qian had a bright future ahead, especially considering his handsome looks – he had always been a popular choice.
Zhang Qian went on these arranged dates as a matter of routine, treating them like any other part of his life. He didn’t think much of it. He was always a well-organized person. However, during one of these dates, he happened to catch sight of Wen Mo. The Omega looked at him expressionlessly from a distance and then turned and walked away.
Zhang Qian’s heart was instantly captivated, and he spent the whole night worrying about it.
When he returned home, Wen Mo allowed him to touch him but refused to be entirely cooperative. He seemed to torment Zhang Qian, nipping and teasing like it was a game. Zhang Qian felt helpless, but he finally held the damp Omega in his arms and cooed softly, “There’s no one else but you.” It was the first time he had spoken so gently to him.
Zhang Qian didn’t know if this was a lie spoken by a man who had let desire cloud his judgment, nor did he dwell on the inequality hidden behind these words. However, he did stop the arranged blind dates, using the excuse of a busy schedule to temporarily extricate himself from these dull encounters. He clearly felt Wen Mo’s reward for his actions. Wen Mo wrapped his arms around Zhang Qian’s neck, his eyes filled with a playful smile as he gently nibbled Zhang Qian’s chin before taking the initiative to kiss him.
Their kisses had become more frequent.
Zhang Qian couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease about this dangerous affair, but he allowed himself to sink deeper into this quagmire.
Commander Huo had flown to the western part of the Federation to prepare for the annual military training. This training was of great importance since it marked the first military training after the end of the war. Commander Huo took it very seriously, and he would be away for a month. This provided them with the perfect opportunity for their daring escapade.
Apart from work, they spent almost all their remaining time at the shooting range that belonged to the two of them. Over time, Wen Mo’s marksmanship improved significantly, and to Zhang Qian’s surprise, his ability to learn and adapt was remarkable. With just a little guidance, he could quickly grasp new techniques. He truly was a clever Omega.
Zhang Qian thought to himself that perhaps his superior didn’t understand Wen Mo at all. He had become the most outstanding student he had ever taught.
Of course, teaching came with a certain reward, and this was Zhang Qian’s one unchanging demand. After finishing their shooting practice, he would invariably scoop up Omega, either right there on the shooting range or in that dimly lit resting room, making the Omega pay his teaching dues in a passionate and sensual manner.
Zhang Qian was too enamored with the dazed look on Omega’s face. The Omega looked at him with confusion, and with a sense of helplessness, buried his snow-white neck into Zhang Qian’s embrace. Zhang Qian always fell asleep while holding him like this. In the late night hours, when he woke up, Zhang Qian would see the Omega’s unguarded, beautiful face. Occasionally, the Omega would rub his eyes, in a half-asleep state, he would bury his head in Zhang Qian’s chest once more.
It was a moment that made Zhang Qian’s heart race, a moment that felt stolen from the mundane routines of their lives. In those private hours, they existed solely for each other, lost in the intimate world they had created. Despite the dangers and uncertainties that lurked in the shadows, their connection burned brighter with each passing day, and Zhang Qian couldn’t deny the powerful attraction he felt for the Omega.
The Omega’s laughter echoed through the room, a joyful symphony that filled the air. He wriggled on the bed, tears of laughter streaming down his cheeks, as he plead with Zhang Qian.
“Zhang Qian, Zhang Qian,” he whimpered, his voice a mix of pitiful and endearing. “Don’t tease me, I’m ticklish.” Zhang Qian quickly ceased his playful torment, his fingers gently caressing the Omega’s face before leaning down to kiss him softly.
Their relationship seemed to be regressing, moving from the decadence of desire towards a more innocent connection.
This change in dynamics had always made Zhang Qian uneasy, but he had never attempted to alter the course of their relationship.
On their last night together, Zhang Qian had initially planned many things, but as the moment approached, he found himself simply holding the Omega close. The Omega’s soft, warm face pressed tightly against his neck, where his passionate pulse beat with life. Zhang Qian had taught the Omega about the art of combat, and he understood the vulnerability of this particular spot. Yet, in this moment, he had willingly exposed this deadly weakness to the Omega in his embrace, without any defenses.
That night, Zhang Qian slept incredibly soundly.
He slept soundly while holding the Omega who belonged to someone else.
After more than a month of military training, Huo Yan finally returned to the central city on a special plane. The Huo family held a grand celebration, attended by almost all the high society elites, including numerous celebrities and socialites.
It was both a celebration and a stage for networking, filled with the lowest form of value exchange.
After many days, Zhang Qian finally saw Huo Yan again. Huo Yan had gotten even darker, he appeared even colder and more intimidating. At the moment, he was surrounded by a group of people, showering him with compliments and laughter.
Zhang Qian, being a highly regarded figure in the military, naturally attracted many people who sought to establish connections with him. He had consumed quite a bit of alcohol, which left his mind somewhat hazy. As the night progressed, he found an excuse to slip away from the crowd and stood on the balcony, hoping the night breeze would help clear his head a bit.
From the balcony, he spotted Commander Huo, who had also come outside to get some fresh air. At the moment, Commander Huo was leisurely seated on a garden chair in the courtyard, with a popular female celebrity who had recently risen to fame.
The woman had her arms around his neck, her voluptuous breasts on full display, swaying provocatively. It seemed like she was flirting, and Commander Huo appeared to be enjoying her company. She leaned in closer to his ear, whispering something, and he responded playfully, sparking laughter between them.
Zhang Qian chuckled to himself, realizing he wouldn’t be returning to the base tonight.
He called over a passing waiter, handed him the empty glass, and was about to head downstairs when he noticed that Commander Huo had stood up. Commander Huo addressed him, “Xiao Zheng, return to the base.”
Zhang Qian abruptly turned around, but Commander Huo had already walked out of the door in long strides. The woman who had been displaying her charms on the rattan chair just moments ago jumped down, her face filled with resentment.
Zhang Qian’s heart sank suddenly.
Returning to his lodging, Zhang Qian had consumed a fair amount of alcohol that night, enough to make one sleep soundly. However, he found himself completely unable to sleep. He suddenly realized that over the past three years, Commander Huo seemed to be gradually losing interest in revelry and socializing.
This realization left him deeply unsettled.
The next morning, Zhang Qian went to the office early. He summoned his secretary and handed over a document to him. In an official tone, he instructed, “Deliver this document to Second Lieutenant Wen and ask for his feedback by the end of today.”
The secretary promptly took the document but returned a short while later with it still in hand. He bowed and said, “Sir, Second Lieutenant Wen isn’t in the office. He’s taken half a day off.”
As if worried that Zhang Qian might not understand, he added cryptically, “Commander Huo returned last night.”
Though Zhang Qian didn’t show any visible reaction, the secretary felt the atmosphere had become somewhat tense and peculiar. Confused by the situation, he lowered his voice and asked, “So, what should I do with this document?”
Zhang Qian’s throat constricted, and he took a deep breath before saying, “Leave it for now.”
The secretary left, but what he didn’t know was that Zhang Qian had crushed the pen in his hand.
Despite his rationality, at that moment, Zhang Qian felt an intense, furious, and uncontrollable jealousy like never before.
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