Chapter 23: Incident
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Wen Mo shrank for a moment, but quickly regained his composure and walked over, sitting next to Huo Yan. He spoke softly, “I’m sorry, I accidentally pressed the silent button on my phone.”
His voice became even softer, “I couldn’t sleep, so I went for a walk outside.”
Looking at Huo Yan’s cold expression, Wen Mo hugged his waist, trying to please him, and kissed the corner of his mouth, saying, “It’s so cold outside.”
Huo Yan reached out and touched his cheek, confirming that it was indeed icy cold. He scolded sharply, “You should have come back earlier! I almost had the entire military intelligence division searching for you all over the city in the middle of the night!”
Wen Mo’s heart trembled, and he looked even more apologetic. “I know I was wrong. I couldn’t sleep, and I thought the fireworks outside were beautiful, so I went for a walk. I didn’t expect… there won’t be a next time. Please forgive me.”
Mrs. Song smiled and said, “It’s all my fault. Wen Mo mentioned that he wanted to go for a walk earlier, but I completely forgot about it and left him go alone.”
Huo Yan glanced at her, and Mrs. Song was so startled that she lowered her head and didn’t dare to speak further. She quietly retreated.
Wen Mo bit his lip and pleaded with Huo Yan like a pitiful little creature, “Please don’t be angry with me. I’m scared.”
“I see that you have quite the courage,” Huo Yan looked at him with a hint of softness in his eyes when he saw Wen Mo’s pitiful expression. He coldly chuckled, “When did this old lady get bribed by you? She’s here spouting nonsense, just because of you. You dared to run out in the middle of the night! Aren’t you afraid of getting kidnapped?”
In the past two years, after the war had just settled, there were dozens of security personnel at the villa. However, with the recent improvement in security and Wen Mo’s preference for fewer people around, most of the security personnel had been withdrawn, leaving only two.
“I was wrong,” Wen Mo kissed him on the lips and said softly, “I really won’t dare anymore.”
Huo Yan carried him upstairs, Wen Mo didn’t have time to think about anything else. His main task now was to please this Alpha. He watched Huo Yan’s expression carefully, trying to appease him and extinguish his anger.
In the latter part of the night, the Alpha finally forgave him. He pulled Wen Mo up and threw him onto the bed.
Wen Mo tightly grasped the pillow, burying his face deep into it. He thought that he had really lost his mind tonight.
His premonition had been so accurate. He should never have gone out in the first place.
Anything that deviates from the right path is destined to have negative consequences. Tonight, because of a single thought, he had almost undone all his efforts. Wen Mo’s eyes were red, and he moved uncomfortably. He thought that this was a warning from fate, he felt extremely lucky that things hadn’t turned out worse.
This thrilling night passed peacefully, but the slight deviation from the norm was like a spark that had ignited, spreading and exposing the instability beneath the fragile surface.
On the first day back to work after the New Year, Wen Mo received a new message from that same number. It had only seven words: “Today at fifteen, the usual place.”
Around three o’clock in the afternoon, Wen Mo made up an excuse and had his driver take him to a pharmacy he frequented. Inside the store, he quickly walked to a shelf dedicated to Omega contraceptives. He examined each bottle carefully until he finally found one labeled with the discreet word “free” in a less noticeable corner. He discreetly placed the contraceptive pills into his pocket, keeping an eye on his surroundings.
He also grabbed a few pregnancy test kits casually and paid for them before leaving the store.
Although he successfully obtained the medicine bottle again, Wen Mo’s mood was not much lighter. This was not the first time he had done this, but hope had risen and been dashed time and time again
He tightened his grip on the medicine bottle in his pocket and cast a distant glance at the sky. In the distance, a layer of ominous clouds was gradually blanketing the horizon, pressing down heavily.
The gloomy atmosphere in the afternoon seemed like an omen. When Wen Mo returned, he saw many people coming and going hastily at the entrance of the Special Operations Unit. His sense of unease grew stronger, and he opened the office door, instinctively pulling open the blinds.
As he observed the activity outside the office, he asked Cheng Fan, “What’s going on out there? It looks really busied.”
Cheng Fan glanced over and whispered, “I heard they caught someone, but the details are not very clear. It’s the special investigation team that’s in charge.”
Wen Mo’s pupils constricted, and the cup in his hand almost slipped.
He tightened his grip on the cup, slowly sat down, and tried not to show any unusual expression. After settling down, he couldn’t help but touch the phone in his pocket.
The meeting room was filled with smoke, and several people were in a meeting.
Zhang Qian sat in the center, his eyes had tired red veins, a bruise on his chin. He took off his coat and threw it to his secretary. He was carefully examining the materials on the table when someone lightly knocked on the meeting room door. A sergeant walked in.
He placed a thick stack of files on the table. “Lieutenant Commander, these are all the materials regarding the suspect.”
“Leave them there.”
A middle-aged lieutenant showed a joyful expression. “Finally, we’ve caught one. I didn’t expect it to be an Omega.”
“People can be deceiving,” another one commented, “This Omega is quite cunning. If it weren’t for Old Lu being shrewd, he might have escaped again.”
Zhang Qian extinguished his cigarette. “How is he doing?”
“He’s in the detention room,” the middle-aged lieutenant continued, “Rest assured, Old Lu has methods that few can withstand, especially—”
He chuckled contemptuously. “A fragile little Omega.”
Zhang Qian remained noncommittal and took out a sheet of paper from the materials in front of him. The sergeant then briefly introduced, “This Omega is named Meng Ling, 21 years old, male Omega, an orphan who came out of the orphanage as an adult. He initially became a lover of an oil tycoon for two years, then the tycoon passed him on to another business partner, but he was quickly discarded—”
With a sudden thought, Zhang Qian interrupted him, “What’s the name of the orphanage?”
“Heaven,” the sergeant lowered his head to look at the documents, “It’s called Heaven Orphanage.”
He raised his head, about to continue speaking, but noticed Lieutenant Commander Zhang had frozen in place. Perplexed, he asked, “Commander?”
Zhang Qian came back to his senses, rubbed his face, and replied calmly, “Alright, let’s leave these here for now.”
“Yes.”
Zhang Qian then assigned tasks to everyone and dismissed them.
The meeting room fell into silence. Zhang Qian felt a headache coming on, so he sat quietly in his previous posture for a while. Then, he lit a cigarette, and as the smoke swirled around him, he lowered his gaze, opened a stack of documents, and pulled out a thin, yellowed piece of paper.
It was a list of orphans from the orphanage, Zhang Qian’s gaze scanned down until it landed on a familiar name.
Even though it was only three o’clock in the afternoon, the sky had darkened as if it were midnight. Before long, a thunderous noise rumbled, and heavy rain poured down as if someone had overturned a giant bowl in the sky.
In the corridor, two Alpha soldiers were smoking, their military uniforms in disarray, with plenty of bloodstains on their collars. Both had furrowed brows as they faced the pouring rain, exhaling clouds of smoke.
“Damn it!” one of them cursed angrily. “I didn’t expect this Omega to be so stubborn! It’s been three days, and we still haven’t extracted a single word!”
They had been given a deadline of one day from higher-ups, but it was now the third day, and they hadn’t managed to extract any useful information from the frail Omega.
It was clear that both Alphas were anxious and furious.
“Damn it, a stubborn bitch! I won’t let him live through today!”
One of them flicked away his cigarette, pushed open the iron door, and entered in a determined stride. After a few minutes, a piercing scream broke through the layers of iron doors, piercing through the rain curtain.
Wen Mo left the corridor upstairs with an expressionless face, but his fingernails were deeply embedded in his flesh.
On the second day, the Omega named Meng Ling died. He pretended to be unconscious and, as the staff removed his mouthpiece, he hit his head on the sharp edge of the table, instantly losing his life.
No one expected this outcome. He was just a frail guy, just an Omega.
On the day he learned of the death, Wen Mo remained calm. He continued to work as usual, serving the Alpha even more diligently. He had completely lost his dignity, adopting a submissive and innocent posture.
Afterwards, the sated man held him, satisfied, and cursed, “You little slut, I’ll die on top of you sooner or later.”
Wen Mo didn’t say anything. He simply buried himself in the man’s embrace, as delicate as a silk flower.
Wen Mo knew he had to do something. He hadn’t received any messages from that phone for several days, and he knew something must have gone wrong. This wasn’t the time to take initiative, but Wen Mo understood that he had to ensure the safety of his kind as much as possible. He could never be safe when the nest was in danger.
So, he knocked on the door that hadn’t been opened in nearly a week.
Perhaps due to the busy week, Zhang Qian looked somewhat weary, there were traces of fatigue in his stern gaze that Wen Mo had never seen before.
Wen Mo stood at the door for a moment, then locked it behind him without saying a word. He walked towards Zhang Qian step by step, silently burying himself in his embrace.
“Zhang Qian…” his eyes welled up with tears, “I missed you.”
With lowered eyes, they told the world that Eve, tempted by the serpent, had eaten the forbidden fruit symbolizing original sin. It was nothing but God’s mercy, using a dignified excuse to cover up humanity’s shameful desires. The serpent was just another Eve, an excuse that refused to ambush its own desires, and they indulged each other.
But humans were always good at lying.
Their kisses were like bites, their strength embedded in flesh and blood. Wen Mo responded fully, without any resistance, as if there were no tomorrow.
The man finally fell into a deep sleep.
Wen Mo closed his eyes, stroking his hair. His crimson lips curved into a faint smile, almost like a cry. He thought that everything was wrong.
Everything was wrong from the beginning.
He confirmed that the man was asleep, then quietly got out of bed, walked to the computer, and took a deep breath. He quickly entered the lock screen password.
Incorrect.
He furrowed his brows and tried again, this time slowing down his movements, ensuring the accuracy of each digit.
When he saw the “incorrect password” message again, a cold unease suddenly rose from the soles of his feet. Wen Mo took a step back, but collided with a warm and solid chest.
He turned anxiously, and Zhang Qian stared at him expressionlessly.
The cold, aloof man approached him step by step, exuding an overwhelming sense of oppression. Wen Mo was forced to retreat step by step until he was blocked by the thick office desk. There was no way out.
Zhang Qian finally stopped just inches away from him. He was shirtless, with a fresh bite mark on his shoulder, all indicating what had just transpired between them. However, the Omega responsible for all of this remained tightly sealed lips, his long legs pressed against the desk, a subtle sense of caution in his posture, resembling a wary animal caught in a trap.
Zhang Qian raised his hand, curled his fingers gently against the Omega’s handsome face. Expressionless, he lowered his arm, softly encircling the Omega’s waist, pushing the leather chair back and sitting down, naturally cradling him on his lap.
No one would suspect that this was anything other than an intimate moment between lovers.
The young Alpha exuded a vigorous heat, but Wen Mo felt cold to his core, stiff and controlled in Zhang Qian’s embrace, unable to move. He watched as Zhang Qian’s fingertips landed on the keyboard and entered a set of numbers that were different from before. The locked screen suddenly lit up.
Right before Wen Mo’s eyes, Zhang Qian clicked into a folder. Wen Mo only took a brief glance at the thumbnails but then held his breath and shivered uncontrollably. In those thumbnails were images of a passionate pair of Alpha and Omega, evidence of their betrayal together, the chips he had planned to use to control him.
But these videos and images were not supposed to exist anywhere else. He had hidden them so carefully, so cautiously. He was almost certain that, besides himself, no one would find this unused Plan B.
But who was Zhang Qian? He was a person of great importance, highly favored by the military, a rising star who had been brought into the expanding power structure of the Huo family at the age of sixteen. He wouldn’t be easily controlled.
Wen Mo tightened his grip on the sheets, his palms trembling.
He saw Zhang Qian click on one of the photos. In the photo, the two of them were cuddled together, Wen Mo nestled in his arms, his fair legs lifted, a playful expression in his eyes as he held a cherry in his hand, teasingly waving it in front of Zhang Qian. However, Zhang Qian wore a furrowed brow, as if displeased.
Wen Mo remembered that Zhang Qian’s displeasure was because he had teased him, deliberately placing the cherry near his lips, only to pull it away when Zhang Qian leaned in to kiss him. Such childish antics didn’t befit a man who was used to being aloof. Wen Mo grabbed Zhang Qian’s wrist firmly as he held the cherry, then boldly bit the cherry to seal Wen Mo’s lips. Wen Mo whimpered and swallowed, and the cherry juice dripped down his chin, staining the sheets with large red blossoms. Wen Mo giggled, and the cherry juice on his lips was gently licked away— they seemed like a pair of lovers in the midst of a passionate romance.
But not far away, an invisible camera recorded everything, serving as future leverage.
Wen Mo closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he reached out and turned off the screen.
He heard Zhang Qian’s voice saying, “Who is Meng Ling?”
Meng Ling was a sharp and sarcastic Omega. Wen Mo responded in his mind. From a young age, they had never gotten along. Whenever he saw something in Wen Mo’s hands, he would try to take it, and if he couldn’t, he would scold Wen Mo, turning red in the face with anger, as if he were born with a grudge. As he grew older, he became even more sharp, and he had never shown a pleasant expression to Wen Mo. Such a person had died, fallen victim to an Omega’s self-defense, in a massacre by a group of Alphas.
“Same as me,” Wen Mo said, “An orphan from Heaven Orphanage.”
Zhang Qian asked again, “Did you have anything to do with those things?”
Wen Mo’s eyes flickered, and he calmly replied, “No.”
He heard a sigh from behind him, and the arm that had restrained him like a shackle slowly let go. Wen Mo felt a gentle push against his back.
He immediately stood up.
Zhang Qian had closed his eyes, his elbows resting on the wooden armrests of the chair. He was rubbing his forehead with his thumb and index finger, looking utterly exhausted.
He simply said in a weary tone, “You can go now.”
He didn’t ask a single question about anything else, and when it came to the photos, he didn’t say a word.
Wen Mo knew that at this moment, any words were unnecessary. He quickly returned to the lounge, picked up the scattered clothes from the floor, and put them on. He saw himself in the dressing mirror, pale-faced, and the bed behind him. There were disheveled marks on the mattress, and the blanket was partially pulled back, loosely curled, as if it were still waiting for someone to come back. Wen Mo withdrew his gaze, no longer hesitated, and hurriedly walked out.
As he reached the door, the man behind him spoke again.
“Stop, from this moment on, or else—”
Or else what, the man didn’t continue speaking, but both parties already understood.
Wen Mo’s hand rested on the doorknob, he closed his eyes, and bit his lip tightly. After a while, he turned back.
“But we are accomplices,” he said again, “we have long been accomplices.”
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