Chapter 23: Alone Tonight.
[Delivery Address]
He Yushen took Nan Yi's hand.
Bringing both the phone and the hand closer to himself.
The tender hand carried a hint of sweetness.
"What do you want to order?"
"Whatever you need, send it to the mana..." He Yushen paused and then, with a furrowed brow, said, "Send it to Xiao Wang and let him buy it."
"How can you be sure about the quality when purchasing online?"
Nan Yi considered this. Indeed, He Yushen's mansion was quite secluded, making returns for unsatisfactory items cumbersome.
He nodded in agreement, deciding to send Xiao Wang the list of materials he needed.
Without delay, he sent several messages to Xiao Wang, even transferring the money for the purchases.
The message confirmed the bank account balance. Seeing the sum, Nan Yi winced internally.
Observing him stand there with a gloomy face, He Yushen assumed Nan Yi was trying to gain his sympathy.
These omegas, always with countless tricks up their sleeves.
With a disdainful snort, he rose from his seat.
Absorbed in replying to Xiao Wang, Nan Yi didn't notice him.
Only when He Yushen was halfway up the stairs did Nan Yi spot the card on the table.
It felt like a lightbulb moment for Nan Yi, realization hitting him instantly.
Grabbing the card, he quickly followed, catching the hem of He Yushen's clothing just as Song Jing was entering from outside.
"Brother Shen, you're back. On the first of next month, I..."
His enthusiastic tone shifted to hesitation, his delighted face slightly rigid.
He Yushen: "What is it?"
He Yushen's deep gaze fixated on the slender hand.
Indeed, being too kind to him was a mistake. Just a few gestures in the morning, and he's now overstepping his boundaries.
"On the first of next month, it's my birthday. Can I host a party here? I'd like to invite my friends."
Continuing He Yushen's sentence, Song Jing referred to He Yushen's mansion as 'home'.
Nan Yi extended the card in his hand to He Yushen, and simultaneously released his grip on He's hand.
He Yushen responded with a nonchalant "Hmm."
Joy that Song Jing couldn't contain spread across his face.
He Yushen asked, "And you? What are you doing?"
He Yushen glanced at the card in Nan Yi's hand and queried, "Not enough funds?"
Song Jing had approached the two, his face displaying surprise as he looked at the card in Nan Yi's hand.
"Isn't that the supplementary card from my account?"
"Brother Shen, why did you give Mr. Nan my supplementary card? Although, there's a decent amount of money in it. It should last Mr. Nan for a while."
Nan Yi: ......................
He truly found Song Jing annoying, always demanding attention.
Nan Yi typed, lowering his head: [Bought the phone. I'll repay you.]
Even if he was strapped for cash, he wouldn't want something that wasn't his, especially if it meant enduring Song Jing's periodic taunts.
Nan Yi disliked disturbances.
"Once it's given to you, keep it. If it's not enough... if you're good, I can provide a new one." He Yushen said, pausing for a moment.
As soon as he finished speaking, Nan Yi hastily pocketed the card.
He also shook his head indicating he didn't need it.
Turning, he walked past He Yushen and headed up the stairs first.
He Yushen: .................
What's got into him? Does he feel demeaned by using the supplementary card?
Watching the retreating figure, He Yushen thought, "I shouldn't pamper him too much."
"Brother Shen, will you be around on my birthday?"
As soon as Nan Yi left, Song Jing approached with a beaming smile, moving closer to He Yushen.
The figure on the stairs paused momentarily, then nonchalantly "Hmm"ed again, and continued up.
Song Jing's expression briefly froze.
After returning to his room, He Yushen went to bed after his nightly routine.
He would pull Nan Yi close into his embrace. The soft, fragrant omega felt like his sleeping aid, and he soon drifted off to sleep.
Nan Yi, when held by him, always stiffened.
It wasn't until the sound of even breathing reached his ears that he would relax.
The weather had been growing progressively colder lately.
Especially in the mornings.
Ever since he began preparing breakfast for He Yushen.
Nan Yi would rise punctually every morning, and thanks to the consistent morning routine.
He Yushen stopped directing harsh words at him.
Like always, upon waking, Nan Yi would head downstairs to prepare He Yushen's breakfast.
Once he finished eating and left, Nan Yi would retreat to his room and immerse himself in his drawing.
Thankfully, his passion for drawing from a young age gave him a solid foundation.
However, he mostly stuck to creating short, humorous comics with simple art styles.
Often, he would sit and draw for an entire day, only packing up when He Yushen returned from work.
But today, even as night fell and Nan Yi went to bed, He Yushen had not returned.
Nan Yi felt a small relief knowing he wouldn't have to rise early the next morning.
Unexpectedly, he was awakened in the middle of the night by a sudden heat.
At first, Nan Yi attributed it to the blanket, tossing it uncomfortably off the bed.
Yet, the internal heat did not subside.
With his glands burning, Nan Yi slowly realized something was amiss.
It was his heat cycle.
An intense warmth surged, causing the man in the bed to redden.
He hadn't felt such a strong heat since the night he first arrived at the villa. But now, He Yushen wasn't by his side.
Without the pheromones of a top-tier alpha, why was his heat so intense?
Was it due to spending so much time with He Yushen?
Struggling, Nan Yi managed to prop himself up, kneeling on the bed. He checked his phone: 2 AM.
Rationality was overwhelmed by a surge of emotion, hands trembling so badly that it took an eternity to type a short message.
Sent it to the driver, Xiao Wang.
After sending the message, he collapsed onto the bed, body hot and restless, writhing in discomfort.
In the dimly lit private room, three or four alphas sat, each holding a lovely omega in their arms. All but the alpha in the center.
The room was thick with a jumble of pheromones.
The sweet-looking omega in the corner eyed the central alpha longingly; he resembled a top-tier alpha from a manga, nonchalantly swirling his drink.
Amidst the decadent atmosphere, a distinct air of aristocracy prevailed.
Taking a glass from a nearby waiter, she loosened the patch at the nape of her neck slightly. Her already short skirt was pulled up a bit more as the lovely omega approached the alpha.
"Mr. He, let me refill that for you."
Her voice was sickeningly sweet, as if she had boneless arms.
The alpha furrowed his brows but didn't decline.
The omega filled his glass and sat next to him, her soft, delicate hands resting on his broad shoulders.
"Mr. He, do you like the scent of vanilla?"
A faint aroma of vanilla pheromones wafted from the omega, darkening the alpha's face.
Just then, a phone chimed.
The alpha glanced at it casually, then abruptly stood up, grabbing the keys from the table and heading towards the exit.
"Da Wei, lend me your driver."