I am an inferior O, but my pheromone compatibility with the big shot in the Hong Kong circle is extremely high.

He kept me by his side for eight years, helping me repair my damaged glands, yet due to a single sentence from his marriage partner, he unceremoniously drove me away.

He pressed on my glands and warned me, “Put away those despicable thoughts.”

But after I escaped, he turned the city upside down.

In the end, he stood in the stairwell of my rental apartment, blocking my escape: “With a 98% compatibility, are you sure you can get away?”

1

I ran back to the villa in the rain and bumped into Zhu Wenqin hugging his marriage partner intimately.

He had his arm around the woman’s waist and was leading her upstairs. Just before entering the door, his eyes casually glanced downstairs.

I stood at the corner of the stairs, looking up, trying to avoid the blinding glare of the glass light, and met his gaze.

He paused slightly, stiffly withdrawing his gaze. I was too far away to see the outline of his movements clearly.

After staring up for a while, my eyes were stung by the brightness, and I lowered my head, adjusting the collar of my neck to lock in my pheromones, then walked upstairs.

Finally, I barely stopped in front of his door.

2

The hallway was silent, contrasting with the faint sounds of kissing and breathing from inside, which seemed particularly loud.

I stood at the door, feeling my earlobes getting hotter and hotter, unable to resist raising my hand to touch the glands blocked by the collar.

A voice in my head kept shouting, forcing me to uncontrollably lift my hand.

Just as I was about to touch the doorknob, a commanding voice suddenly came from behind me, with a hint of teasing that made my heart flutter:

“Have you heard enough? Do you need to hear it more clearly?”

I was momentarily stunned, unable to understand why Zhu Wenqin was behind me when he should have been in the room.

I lowered my eyelashes in confusion and panic, shaking my head and stammering, “I… I just came to get something I left behind.”

He didn’t expose my poor lie but simply asked in a flat tone, “What did you leave behind?”

I blurted out, “I left a shirt in your room when I borrowed it to take a shower last time.”

He nodded, “You can go back for now. I’ll have the servant bring it to you later.”

I tightened my fists nervously, licked my dry lips, nodded honestly, and turned to leave, but I heard the sound of the door opening behind me.

2

Looking back at the sound, I saw a face strikingly similar to Zhu Wenqin’s and beside him, the delicate face of a woman.

I stared blankly at the face that resembled Zhu Wenqin until his marriage partner suddenly chuckled, “Zhu Ge, is this the inferior Omega?”

I didn’t like her description, but unfortunately, she was right.

I am an inferior O, but my pheromone compatibility with the Hong Kong big shot Zhu Wenqin is as high as 98%.

He kept me by his side for eight years, helping me repair my damaged glands, while also binding me to him, preventing me from being used by others as a weapon against him.

Zhu Wenqin’s expression was cold, seemingly indifferent to the situation: “Yeah, this is Li Yunjing. You two, finish your act quickly and leave.”

I pressed my lips tightly together, suppressing the growing bitterness in my heart, and hurriedly moved to leave.

But suddenly, Zhu Wenqin grabbed my wrist. I couldn’t help but turn around, and he raised his chin towards the room, signaling me, “Go find what you need.”

I held my breath, trying to feel his warmth with all my senses, but he didn’t give me that chance. He suddenly relaxed his grip, “Do you want me to take you in?”

I blinked heavily, taking a step inside.

But in reality, there was nothing in there that I wanted to find…

3

Zhu Wenqin stood behind me, asking, “Haven’t you found what you were looking for?”

His strong alpha pheromones filled my head, making me feel dizzy as I leaned towards him.

Then, with a loud thud, I fell straight onto the hard floor, my knees bruising painfully.

I awkwardly pushed myself up, and Zhu Wenqin, with his hands in his coat pockets, looked down at me: “How many lies have you told recently?”

He suddenly leaned down, gripping my chin, his fingers sliding down to my protruding Adam’s apple, applying a little pressure: “You enjoy sleeping in your brother’s bed so much, do you love listening to your brother in the corner?”

A look of pain crossed my face as I grabbed his clothing and pleaded, “I’m sorry, I was wrong, I really was wrong, brother, I just…”

Zhu Wenqin coldly covered my lips, forcing me to swallow the words I hadn’t said yet until my tears slipped from my eyes, falling onto the back of his hand.

Only then did he retract his hand, while the other hand roughly wiped away my tears: “Go back to your room and reflect. Come back when you’ve figured things out.”

I hurriedly nodded, wiping my tears as I ran outside, my mind racing back to the last time…

4

That was the first time he brought his marriage partner home. I saw it but deliberately hid, going to the bar to drink.

I drank heavily, pretending to be quite drunk and lying on his bed, calling his name and saying I felt unwell, my consciousness a mess as I started rambling.

He stood at the foot of the bed in a neat suit, lifting his hand to brush my wet hair away from my forehead, letting out a gentle sigh.

I craved that tenderness, pretending to be asleep and not making a sound.

However, the next morning, I stood at the door watching him call someone to move the bed I had lain on out of the room.

He was always so cold-hearted, harsh towards everyone, especially me.

Was it because I was an inferior O, yet had a compatibility of 98% with him?

I couldn’t figure it out, so I stopped my tears and asked someone to help me investigate Zhu Wenqin and his marriage partner.

They had a verbal engagement, merely because the head of the Wen family was drunk one time and wanted to promise Miss Wen to Zhu Wenqin.

Zhu Wenqin did not refuse, silently agreeing, while Miss Wen, after repeatedly hitting a wall with him, found a substitute to provoke him in front of him.

Although Zhu Wenqin didn’t like Miss Wen, I knew he was a straight man.