Pheromones Too Sweet

There was no false politeness. After exchanging a few opening words, they quietly ate.

Once everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, rooms were arranged for them to rest in. The formal lessons would not begin until tomorrow.

"Director Wan, we're far from the city, and the conditions here are simple. I'm afraid you'll have to make do with the trainee dormitories for now. But rest assured, all the bedding is brand-new."

The person in charge spoke with an apologetic expression.

Wan Ying was unusually good-tempered. "It's fine. We're not picky."

As long as the blankets had not been used by someone else. He found that dirty.

He had heard before coming that the people here were rather capable of enduring hardship. Everything could be basic, but all the training equipment was advanced.

It seemed the rumors had been wrong. How was this a place short on funds? Every building was newly constructed, and everything looked new.

It was far better than their old buildings, which had probably been passed down through countless generations.

Everyone carried their bags into their assigned rooms.

After seeing all his subordinates settled in, Wan Ying felt slightly reassured.

Which room would he be staying in?

Before he could ask,

"Director Wan, this way, please." The person in charge led him toward an office building.

"To express our apologies, we've arranged separate accommodations for Director Wan. It's our Executor's room. He happens to be on leave during this period, so if you don't mind, you can stay there."

As soon as those words fell, Wan Ying swallowed the refusal that had been on his lips.

Was it that mysterious Executor who had been crossing paths with him all this time?

Perhaps he could discover something suspicious through a few details.

As long as the bedding had been freshly changed, he did not care about anything else. It made no difference where he stayed.

A few minutes later.

Wan Ying stared at the brand-new room before him, a question rising in his heart. Had that guy really lived here?

There were too few traces of anyone having lived here.

The person in charge seemed to understand what he was thinking and explained with a smile, "Our Executor's condition is special. He's often shut inside the training room, so he rarely stays here."

So that was it.

No wonder the place was so clean.

The person in charge left.

Wan Ying set his suitcase by the door and carefully surveyed the entire room.

The room was not large, but it had everything he needed, including a private bathroom.

There was a soft bed, a chair, a desk, a laptop on the desk, a pen holder, and several books.

After looking around, he still found no clue related to a name or photograph.

One wall was covered in trophies, honors that had been earned.

There was a bookcase.

The books in the cabinet were neatly arranged, categorized by cover color, book size, and thickness. Just looking at it was pleasing.

Most of them were about training.

Wan Ying's eyes brightened slightly as he took a book from the top shelf.

That guy actually had books on law.

How rare.

It was exactly the book he had been trying to find without success.

Heaven had favored him, letting him obtain it from a competitor.

Wan Ying had no other thoughts left. Holding the book, he sat down in the chair and began reading intently.

The book was thicker than a dictionary. There was no way he could finish it in a short time.

Taking pictures would require at least a thousand shots.

Reading the book without the owner's permission was already impolite. Secretly taking photos of it would be even more improper.

He wondered whether he would be able to see that Executor during the next few days of instruction.

If he asked, would the man lend him the book?

Probably not. They were sworn rivals...

Wan Ying's hand paused as he turned the page, and he reached for the phone in his pocket.

If he recorded a video now and flipped through every page, he could study it slowly when he got back.

Once the thought surfaced, it became impossible to suppress.

If he left this place, he might never find this book again.

Even his father had used his connections and still failed to obtain the slightest bit of information.

It was rare for this thing to appear before him. Perhaps it was an opportunity granted by heaven.

But without the other person's permission, making such a move rashly would easily invite criticism.

There was only him in this room. Even if he did something, no one would know...

Reason and possessiveness kept pulling against each other.

Wan Ying clenched his teeth and moved his hand away from his phone.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and gradually regained his composure.

His upbringing would not allow him to do such a thing.

He could obtain it another way, such as defeating that Executor.

His emotional turmoil caused mint-scented pheromones to fill the room.

Wan Ying steadied himself and returned to reading.

Before he knew it, night had fallen.

A team member sent him a message, asking him to go to the cafeteria for dinner.

Wan Ying glanced at it. [I'm not hungry. You guys eat.]

He tossed his phone onto the bed and continued reading.

He had read nearly half of it.

After concentrating for so long, his eyes ached terribly.

Wan Ying closed the book on the desk and took a change of clothes from his bag.

The bathroom was extremely clean. A row of shelves was mounted on the wall, holding shampoo, body wash, and two unopened boxes of soap.

He did not touch any of those things.

Wan Ying took a shower and changed into pajamas.

He dried his hair.

After resting for over half an hour, he should be able to read some more.

He lay on the bed and continued reading.

This time, he read more slowly. The further he went, the more complicated the content became.

Reading too anxiously inevitably made his mind restless.

He wanted so badly to take the book back and study it carefully. To thoroughly master it, he would need at least ten days.

He hoped tomorrow's lessons would progress slowly and be extended afterward.

He wanted to finish the book.

He read until dawn.

He truly could not hold on any longer.

Wan Ying put on an eye mask and went to sleep.

Covered by a light gray blanket, he wondered whether all new blankets smelled like this—a faint floral scent.

For some reason, it felt a little familiar.

Late at night.

The sound of a key unlocking the door came from outside.

Wan Ying tore off his eye mask and abruptly opened his eyes.

Someone stood beside the bed.

"Who are you?"

He turned sideways, got out of bed from the other side, and quickly pulled his clothes together.

"Wan Ying, Director of the Elite Law District. Why are you in my room?"

Was this that top-tier Executor?

Was this guy sick in the head?

Wan Ying straightened up and sneered coldly. "Why am I in your room? Why don't you ask the person in charge under you? They should be able to give you a rather perfect explanation."

What he hated most was being woken up.

He had rarely been sleeping so soundly, reviewing the contents of that book in his dream.

Now everything had been disrupted.

His bad mood gave his pheromones a faintly threatening edge as well.

The man was very tall. Standing by the window, his expression could not be seen clearly.

It looked as though he was wearing something on his face...

Wan Ying examined him carefully, trying to see whether this guy was human or ghost.

"Wan Ying, have you seen enough?"

"Your pheromones are too sweet."

A clear, bitter floral fragrance drifted over, carrying bitterness beneath its sweetness.

"You pretentious freak, you're courting death."

Supporting himself against the cabinet, Wan Ying kicked him.

The kick landed solidly on the man's back, yet he did not budge.

Was he made of stone?

So hard.

Wan Ying swiftly changed direction, leaped into the air, and struck at the other man's neck.

"This room is mine now. I have the right to use it. You're trespassing, so get out right now. Otherwise, don't blame me for throwing you out the window."

The man was forced back into the corner by the window. In the moonlight, Wan Ying vaguely caught sight of a Bite Guard concealing his face.

"So fierce. Is your heat coming on?"

The man teased softly, his tone carrying a hint of mockery.

"You really want to die." Wan Ying's gaze turned cold as he threw a punch.

His fist was caught.

"Wan Ying, I'll play with you again next time."

The man forcefully released his hand, quickly pushed open the window, and jumped out.

He ran that quickly?

Wan Ying steadied himself and shook his chilled hand.

He walked to the window and watched the figure descending farther and farther.

His lips curled in mockery. "If you fall to your death, don't blame me."

From the tenth floor, even if he did not die, he would be crippled.

The rumors tomorrow morning were sure to be entertaining.