Chapter 59: The Gloomy, Obsessive Alpha Boss x Sweet, Obedient Little Omega 9
Huo Zedong’s arrow struck the bullseye. Zhou Zeyu, feeling a surge of competitive spirit, beckoned to a waiter.
As Zhou Zeyu took the bow, he suddenly smiled at Huo Zedong and gestured for him to look aside.
Huo Zedong turned his head to see someone approaching with a hesitant gait, an expression of impatience furrowing his brow.
“It seems having an Omega by your side has caused quite a stir,” Zhou Zeyu said with a gleeful expression. “Has your luck with women been even better these past few days~?”
Huo Zedong frowned and averted his gaze.
His silence was confirmation.
No doubt the news of Huo Zedong taking in a Little Omega had set tongues wagging. One after another, those who heard the news had already dispatched people to scour the land for young, beautiful Omegas.
Some, eager to climb the social ladder, were racking their brains to find ways to throw themselves at him.
Just like the person approaching now.
Zhou Zeyu: “Ah, isn’t this Young Master Jiang of the Jiang Family? He’s quite handsome…”
Zhou Zeyu said, whether teasing or sarcastically, “Technically, he’s still your brother-in-law. Take a closer look—do you see any resemblance between them?”
Zhou Zeyu’s voice was loud. Jiang Tianyi, who was walking over, heard him and looked up expectantly at Huo Zedong.
Huo Zedong didn’t even lift his eyelids. He drew an arrow and nocked it on his bow.
His sharp, angular features, paired with the black bow and arrow, deep-set brow bones, and eyes like cold stars, made him appear even more aloof and dangerous.
Jiang Tianyi’s heart pounded in his chest. He felt captivated by Huo Zedong and couldn’t care about anything else.
They say men’s tastes are actually quite simple.
Since even President Zhou said he and Jiang Luoluo looked alike, if Huo Zedong liked Jiang Luoluo’s type, he should like him too.
Jiang Tianyi’s legs trembled with excitement as he walked toward Huo Zedong.
But the man who had drawn his bow suddenly changed direction.
He turned directly toward Jiang Tianyi.
Jiang Tianyi’s pupils dilated in shock!
He saw the hand wearing a black armguard release the arrow’s nock. The sharp arrow flew off the bowstring, hurtling straight toward him!
The arrow whistled past his face, mere inches away.
A sharp, stinging coldness pierced his cheek, and a faint metallic scent hung in the air. Jiang Tianyi’s eyes widened in shock as he felt something warm and wet trickling down his cheekbone.
He instinctively covered his face with his hand, his disbelieving gaze meeting Huo Zedong’s bottomless, obsidian eyes.
Huo Zedong merely glanced at him dismissively.
His thin lips parted, and his voice was as cold as ice:
“Trying to imitate him? He doesn’t even deserve to.”
Jiang Tianyi froze in terror.
This was Huo Zedong’s response to President Zhou’s earlier question about whether he and Jiang Luoluo resembled each other.
The handsome face finally turned toward him, but Jiang Tianyi could no longer see Huo Zedong as beautiful or alluring.
His legs trembled, and his hand, still covering his right cheek, shook violently. His cheek throbbed with sharp pain.
Huo Zedong curled one side of his mouth into a cruel smirk, a fathomless darkness flickering in his eyes. A chilling, ruthless smile played across his grim face.
“Too bad,” he murmured.
Too bad what?
It was a pity the arrow had only grazed his face.
Could it be…
A terrifying thought arose in his mind:
Could he really dare to kill me?!
The helpless screams of his elder brother echoed in his ears. Jiang Tianyi’s shoulders trembled, his knees buckled, and he nearly collapsed to the ground.
He would dare.
He was Huo Zedong.
What wouldn’t he dare to do…?
“Husband~”
A clear voice rang out from behind him, followed by cheerful footsteps. A familiar figure ran toward Huo Zedong and threw himself into the man’s arms, whose expression was still grim.
Jiang Luoluo clasped his hands together, tilted his head back, and proudly showed off to Huo Zedong, “I caught a white butterfly~”
As he spoke, he parted his fingers slightly, revealing the soft wings of the butterfly hidden within his fair, tender palm, allowing only a glimpse of its colorful patterns.
Huo Zedong’s face had already lost its earlier grimness. He extended his arm outward, keeping the bow far from the person in his arms, almost as if he feared the bowstring might accidentally harm his Little Omega.
His deep voice, laced with indulgent affection, murmured, “Truly beautiful.”
He leaned down to kiss Jiang Luoluo’s upturned cheek, whispering, “Our Little Treasure is amazing.”
Then, he reverted to his usual refined and gentle demeanor, a stark contrast to the sinister, ruthless aura he’d just exuded.
Watching this transformation, Jiang Tianyi felt a chill crawl down his spine.
He had actually mistaken this man for a noble young master…
Huo Zedong was nothing more than a demon in human skin…
With her back to him, Jiang Luoluo’s soft, sweet voice remained unchanged: “But if we keep it covered any longer, it’ll die.”
Huo Zedong handed the bow to an attendant and gathered his Little Omega into his arms with one arm.
“Then let’s find a little cage for it to stay in.”
Zhou Zeyu quickly called over an attendant as well. “Hurry and find a pretty little cage!”
The group departed in a flurry of activity, not even sparing a glance for Jiang Tianyi, who sat slumped on the ground.
Only Lin Zhiyi, trailing behind the crowd, glanced back at the fallen man with a thoughtful expression.
No secret remains hidden forever. Within half an hour, the entire winery was buzzing with the news.
Photos of Jiang Tianyi being escorted from the manor with his face covered were circulating on phones, becoming the latest gossip.
As lunchtime approached, people from all over the winery hurried to the dining hall, their curiosity about the woman for whom Huo Zedong had flown into such a rage intensifying.
Meanwhile, Jiang Luoluo sat on a cushion by the bay window, cradling an antique, intricately carved golden cage. His small face was cupped in his hands as he gazed intently at the white butterfly inside.
The butterfly’s white wings were adorned with misty blue-green patterns, its long, fluttering wings swaying over the petals like a fairy’s skirt.
He reached a finger through the cage’s dense golden mesh, and the white butterfly fluttered its wings, its wing brushing against his fingertip.
Jiang Luoluo lowered his head and pulled out his phone, beginning to search for what butterflies eat.
The sound of the bathroom door opening echoed behind him, followed by the steady footsteps of a man. He was enveloped in a pair of strong arms, pulled close against a damp chest.
A deep voice murmured in his ear, “I wondered why someone was so well-behaved while I was showering. Turns out you’ve found a new love.”
The warm air brushed against his ear. The Little Omega tilted his head, his smiling eyes fixed on him. “So Mr. Huo even gets jealous of a little butterfly?”
“Mmm…”
His cheek was rubbed gently. He heard Huo Zedong’s voice continue, “Anything that distracts our Little Treasure’s attention will make his husband jealous.”
“If his husband gets jealous, it’ll just make our Little Treasure cry.”
The Little Omega nestled in his arms, his voice soft. “But I didn’t get jealous at all today.”
Huo Zedong raised an eyebrow, a hint of doubt in his expression.
The Little Omega tilted his head back, his lips slightly pouting. “I saw everything…”
“I was only gone for a moment…”
His voice grew softer with each word, his watery eyes filled with resentment. “Someone went to find you right away.”
As he finished speaking, his petal-like lips pursed, unaware that his tone had become distinctly petulant.
“How annoying!”
But the more Jiang Luoluo fumed, the happier Huo Zedong became.
A smile played on his handsome features as he stroked the Little Omega’s head.
“Mmm, our Little Treasure is so good. He really doesn’t seem jealous at all.”
Jiang Luoluo’s soft, chubby face was pinched, and the scent of strong liquor pheromones in the air grew increasingly potent as Huo Zedong leaned closer.
The Little Omega slowly closed his eyes, his black, feathery lashes fluttering obediently against his cheeks.
Suddenly, the phone on the table began to buzz violently.
Jiang Luoluo seemed to snap back to reality, pulling away from Huo Zedong’s embrace and reaching for the phone.
They had agreed to go eat after changing clothes, but he had almost been seduced by Huo Zedong’s charm again, nearly falling into his trap.
If he had gone to the restaurant later, reeking of Huo Zedong’s pheromones, wouldn’t everyone have known what had just happened?
That would have been mortifying.
He unlocked the phone screen, and a bank deposit notification appeared.
The countless zeros in the amount left Jiang Luoluo bewildered. He spread his palm open and held the notification under Huo Zedong’s eyes.
“Hubby~ There’s suddenly a lot of money in my account, but I don’t know where it came from…”
Huo Zedong pinched his cheek and joked, “Maybe the wind blew it in.”
The phone vibrated again, and an unfamiliar number called.
Huo Zedong swiped the answer button and held the phone to Jiang Luoluo’s ear.
A crisp, authoritative female voice came from the other end: “President Jiang, good afternoon. This is your assistant, Xiao Tang.”
The little omega instinctively protested, “I’m sorry, you’ve dialed the wrong number. There’s no President Jiang here…”
Huo Zedong took the phone. “I’ll tell him the rest. You can go back to work.”
Jiang Luoluo stared blankly at Huo Zedong, his long eyelashes fluttering, his round almond eyes filled with confusion.
Huo Zedong lowered his head, a smile playing on his lips. His slender fingers lifted the little omega’s chin, and he asked in a deep, amused voice, “What’s wrong, Little President Jiang?”
His sexy voice was laced with teasing, and his warm breath brushed against Jiang Luoluo’s lips.
The little omega’s cheeks slowly flushed. He clutched the hem of his shirt, muttering, “Luo Luo isn’t President Jiang…”
“Did you give me this money?”
He carefully counted the string of zeros on the screen, his phone already starting to feel hot in his hand.
“It’s all yours.”
Huo Zedong continued, “Do you remember the diamond mine your husband mentioned when we first met?”
The Little Omega in his arms nodded obediently.
“It’s yours now.”
At these words, the Little Omega’s dark, bright eyes widened for a moment. “But I don’t know how to mine, I don’t know anything…”
“Our Little Treasure doesn’t need to do anything.”
Huo Zedong cupped his face, tenderly kissing the tip of his nose.
“Your husband will take care of everything for you.”
“Our Little Treasure just needs to sit back and count the money.”
The midday sun was harsh, streaming through the glass and onto the wooden floor, where it refracted off the metal decorations, creating an even more dazzling glow.
Jiang Luoluo blinked, a subtle ache prickling at the corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose.
His husband really loved him…
💎 “Luoluo got a mine. I just want a coffee.”
Huo Zedong throws arrows, gifts diamond mines, and calls it love. Meanwhile, I throw translations and call it passion. Help me survive this love story with caffeine? ☕️✨
