WT Chapter 17

Chapter 17: Shut Up. Oh, Do You Want Me to Apologize?

The question was barely out before it reached the other person’s ears.

Jiang Quanyu: “Didn’t Chen Jiale tell you? I’m going to build a theme park with someone else at the harbor.”

The answer was smooth and fluent, obviously prepared for a long time.

But Wen Shixi didn’t believe what the man in front of him was saying.

He thought for a moment, then asked directly.

“Did you come back to the country because of me?”

Not long ago, Li Chen said that everyone in the Linggang upper class knew that he had been marked twice by the same alpha.

Wen Shixi originally thought this was just a trivial matter, but he didn’t expect that such a private matter had already been made known to everyone by Li Chen.

In that case, Jiang Quanyu had no reason not to know.

As he asked softly, Jiang Quanyu looked out at the sea, his eyes deep and dark.

The aura around him was stagnant, like an inviolable deep sea, yet beneath the surface, it was already churning wildly.

After a moment, Jiang Quanyu spoke.

“Wen Shixi, you may not know it, but you’ve disrupted many of my plans.”

The man’s tone was soft and slow. After recalling many things, he carefully concealed all the blemishes he wouldn’t show to others, only uttering this painless and harmless sentence.

The staircase railing was smooth, the wood rich and lustrous, with a bright glaze.

Wen Shixi chuckled lightly.

“Oh, do you want me to apologize?”

The beautiful young man was sharp-tongued, obviously spoiled since childhood.

Jiang Quanyu exhaled softly.

“Shut your mouth and go to sleep.”

–

At midday, the waves sparkled with broken light in the clear sun.

The seawater slowly lapped onto the reefs, filling every uneven and dark crevice, making a series of clear, watery sounds.

Inside the second-floor bedroom, Wen Shixi was sunk into the soft bed, his loose hair covering his beautiful forehead, looking somewhat messy.

His sleeping posture was never good. At this moment, his body was entangled with the bedding, his shirt was rolled up slightly, revealing his fair waist and calves, and his collarbones were faintly visible between the open collar. Those secret areas of skin that were rarely shown to others were bathed in the morning light, all luminous.

Sunlight streamed into the room through the cracks in the curtains, a clear beam shining on his peaceful sleeping face, his eyelashes reflecting the light like white feathery threads.

Wen Shixi had a good dream and slept very soundly, until he was awakened by the aroma of food at noon.

His almond eyes opened halfway, then closed again reluctantly, looking as if he wanted to continue sleeping.

But the aroma in the air was too tempting. After hesitating for a moment, Wen Shixi reluctantly sat up.

Jiang Quanyu wasn’t in the villa. There was only the housekeeper busy in the kitchen, and the doctor who had been waiting for a long time.

Half an hour later, Wen Shixi had eaten, changed into the home clothes prepared by the servant, and lay back on the bed, receiving another IV drip as instructed by the doctor.

The drug in Ling Xiao’s wine was a hormone-based substance. His pheromone metabolism was already slow, so he would probably have to lie in the house for a few days.

The familiar pheromone extract flowed into his body through the needle, and Wen Shixi sighed comfortably.

Needless to say, he had been transformed into an omega by Jiang Quanyu, so their pheromone compatibility must be very high.

His consciousness was controlled by his physiology, and for a moment it was blank, leaving only a parched thirst.

Wen Shixi asked the doctor, who was tidying up, seemingly casually.

“Are you Jiang Quanyu’s personal doctor?”

The doctor looked up and replied, “Yes.”

“Where did he go?”

Doctor: “He was in Washington before. At this time, Jiang is usually at work.”

Sleeping until noon was only suitable for the artist brother, not the domineering president brother.

Wen Shixi raised his hand and touched his nose: “Oh…”

The doctor then helped him treat the wounds on his fingers and cheeks. Each time his fingertips touched them, the pain lingered.

The doctor had heard about Wen Shixi’s piano playing the night before and gave a long lecture. Then, after uncovering the gauze on Wen Shixi’s face, his breath paused for a moment.

The bloodstains were very close to his eyes, less than a centimeter away.

The Jiang family empire’s omega young master, so precious and delicate, especially on such a delicate face, shouldn’t have such scars.

The wound wasn’t deep, and it had already scabbed over after a night. After carefully applying the medicine, the doctor gave many instructions before covering the wound with gauze again.

After the doctor left, the room fell silent.

Wen Shixi looked at messages on his phone while getting an IV drip.

A local news item was mixed among the many inquiries about Jiang Quanyu, appearing somewhat abrupt.

“Real estate tycoon Ling family is deeply involved in tax scandals, and the relevant departments have opened a case for investigation.”

Wen Shixi was slightly stunned, and inexplicably thought of a sentence Li Chen said yesterday.

“I don’t know why, but since the beginning of the month, many existing old customers have suddenly breached their contracts, and are also picking on the company’s operational loopholes, and won’t even pay compensation…”

Wen Shixi thought for a few seconds, and soon revealed a little surprise in the warm sunlight.

The beginning of the month that Li Chen mentioned should be shortly after he and Li Chen had their second marking.

It seemed that Jiang Quanyu’s tyranny and unreasonableness hadn’t changed at all with time.

In the evening, Wen Shixi received a call from the lawyer.

The lawyer said that as long as he negotiated compensation and other matters with Li Chen, yesterday’s matter could be resolved, but as a precaution, it would be best to obtain a settlement agreement signed by Li Chen, confirming that he would no longer pursue the matter.

Wen Shixi agreed and asked about the specific details of Li Chen’s injuries.

Before hanging up, the lawyer euphemistically conveyed: “Jiang told me that if you want to come forward yourself, he hopes you can rest until you have fully recovered before you go to Li Chen.”

Wen Shixi swayed and nestled in the swing on the sea-view terrace.

“I’m not that anxious.”

Wen Shixi didn’t want to face a madman like Li Chen, who would use a knife against an omega, while still having a fever.

Wen Shixi said kindly, “I will wait until my body has recovered before going to Li Chen. You can convey that to Jiang Quanyu.”

After a few concluding remarks, Wen Shixi hung up the phone.

Out of boredom, he stretched lazily toward the sea bathed in the setting sun.

The sea breeze caressed his skin, as gentle as a caress.

Wen Shixi raised his feet, leaned sideways in the swing, and swayed gently with the wind.

As time passed, the swing gradually stopped swaying.

But Wen Shixi could still feel the undulation, like floating on a windless sea, the waves soft and gentle.

However, in the midst of this unusual tenderness, his body’s omega pheromones still lingered around him, like an airtight cage.

Wen Shixi felt a little sleepy from the recurring low fever and gently closed his eyes.

As his consciousness faded, the ripples were silent.

–

Chen Jiale’s seaside villa was located at the deepest part of the villa area, clinging to the sea cliff, and the terrain was much higher than other detached houses, with an exceptionally open view.

Wen Shixi stayed in the villa for a week, doing nothing every day, and would nest on the balcony to watch the sea.

Jiang Quanyu never appeared again, nor did he contact him.

After a few days of pampering and recuperation, the low fever and weakness of the heat finally gradually subsided, and the stinging wounds on his fingertips had completely healed, leaving only a trace of the knife wound on his cheek.

The doctor came for the last time and, after several examinations, informed Wen Shixi that he had recovered his health and could move around freely.

After the doctor left, Wen Shixi walked to the second-floor terrace, leaned on the balcony railing, and looked at the sea thoughtfully.

During these days, the doctor had hinted to him many times, directly and indirectly, that Jiang Quanyu was really concerned about his physical condition.

The concern was no different from before, which made Wen Shixi feel a little overwhelmed.

Wen Shixi couldn’t describe his feelings for Jiang Quanyu, the instigator, nor did he know what extra feelings he should have.

He was smart and indifferent, like a barren desert.

Each grain of sand was clearly defined, just like all the events that happened in his life, every detail would not be forgotten.

In the countless years from childhood to adulthood, people always said that Wen Shixi had been blessed in his previous life to be adopted into the Jiang family.

The day he discovered that Jiang Yan would never accept him, the little Wen Shixi was alone in the piano room, looking at the older brother who was willing to coax him, and suddenly felt that playing the piano wasn’t entirely without its benefits.

At least, there was someone who discovered him trapped in this piano room because of his piano music.

At that time, Jiang Quanyu stood aside and asked him seemingly casually, “So, you really don’t like piano, and you only worked so hard to play it for your little uncle?”