Puppy Is Good, Master, Don't Leave

Wan Ying stepped into the Elite Law District again.

Everyone who passed by looked at him strangely.

There was no need to guess. Many people suspected him.

Shen Qiao had never bothered hiding his targeting of him. He had picked fights repeatedly and put Wan Ying in danger during missions more than once.

Everyone knew it, but no one dared involve themselves in it.

The man had suddenly died, killed by pheromone suppression.

Everyone knew Wan Ying was an Enigma.

Only he could have done it.

Every suspicious gaze fell on him.

Even the higher-ups probably suspected him and might even want to drag him into this mess.

As the director of the Law District,

the sudden violent death of the deputy director should have been investigated.

Shen Qiao had attacked him many times before. Out of consideration for their past relationship, Wan Ying had ignored it.

The facts proved that taking a step back did not bring peace—it only made people push their luck.

What Shen Qiao did became increasingly outrageous. He had openly hired assassins to kill him.

Now that the man had suddenly died for no apparent reason, Wan Ying had no intention of taking on this mess.

If they failed to uncover the cause in the end, it might even be pinned on him.

Wan Ying's eyes were filled with irritation.

His tone was far from pleasant. "Teacher, I didn't kill him, and I wouldn't stoop to doing something like that. If I had done it, I would admit it myself."

"Find whoever you want to investigate this case. I won't get involved. Don't forget, I'm still on vacation. I was already generous enough to go over there and teach for free."

He clenched his phone, his face dark as he stated the truth.

One sentence left the old man speechless, and silence returned on the other end of the call.

What did investigating the cause of Shen Qiao's death have to do with him?

If it was not his responsibility, he would not meddle.

One after another, none of them could please him.

Wan Ying left the office and drove home.

He could not stay in the dorms. If that old man caught sight of him, he would always arrange something for him to do, endlessly.

The wind at night was cold, and against his skin, it kept him somewhat clear-headed.

Before he reached home,

his younger brother called.

"Bro, did you throw away that Omega you bought, or did he run away? Why did I see him at a bar, with several Alphas around him?"

Wan Ying's expression changed. "Send me the address."

He spun the steering wheel, turned around, and headed for the bar.

More than half an hour later,

he saw his useless younger brother at the entrance of the hotel.

"Where is he?"

Wan Yan did not waste words and led the way forward.

"Bro, I've had people watching him the whole time. He went into an upstairs private room."

"This Omega is seriously shameless. You already bought him home, so why did he run away?"

"And those Alphas around him are acquaintances too. We have business dealings with them."

As he spoke, they took the elevator upstairs.

The elevator doors opened.

Wan Ying walked ahead and immediately saw two people standing in the corridor.

As he drew closer,

he could hear agonized cries coming from inside.

It was not Puppy's voice.

The sounds inside were chaotic.

The screaming was unbearably ugly.

Wan Ying loosened his tightly clenched fist, and the tension in his chest eased slightly.

An S-class Omega was not as weak as he had imagined.

"Fine. Take your people and go drink. I'll keep watch here."

Wan Yan glanced at the tightly shut door and said quietly, "Bro, how about I stay here with you? Who knows whether this guy might pull some trick."

"You don't understand. Some Omegas are very scheming. They know how to use their delicate looks to deceive Alphas. Don't let him fool you."

Unnecessary concern.

Wan Ying swept him a cold glance and said disdainfully, "Do you think I'm you?"

"Fine, fine, I'm worrying over nothing. I'm leaving." Wan Yan shrugged, waved to his two followers, and obediently left.

Footsteps gradually faded down the corridor until they could no longer be heard.

At last, it was quiet again.

Wan Ying leaned against the wall, idly playing with a lighter in his hand.

He really was insane. The moment he heard news of Puppy, he had rushed over here.

Wasn't it enough to know he was alive?

What was the point of chasing after him? What did he want to do? Was he really planning to keep a dog?

He kept thinking of someone he should not have been thinking of. That was unlike him.

Instead of wasting time on this, he should have studied the contents of that book more.

People really could not be idle. Once they had free time, they easily started thinking about that sort of thing. Apparently, he was no exception.

Wan Ying frowned in frustration, hesitating over whether he should leave.

What was he doing standing here like a lunatic?

Waiting for Puppy to come out?

Before he could reach any conclusion, the door opened.

A figure stepped out from inside.

Puppy had his head lowered and was still wearing Wan Ying's pink clothes.

Several bloody marks had appeared on him, and the clothes were so stained that their original appearance was impossible to make out.

The ill-fitting clothes could not conceal his thin, frail body.

"You're with them too? You want to die as well?"

Puppy kept his head lowered, his voice icy.

Threads of floral-scented pheromones leaked out.

The concentration was too high, filled with danger.

"After just a few days apart, you've turned yourself into such a miserable state?"

Wan Ying carefully examined Puppy's condition, an unconscious flicker of heartache crossing his eyes.

How much blood had he lost? Blood had soaked through his clothes and dripped from them onto the floor.

That familiar voice appeared.

Puppy abruptly looked up. The disgust and coldness in his eyes instantly melted away, while his dense pheromones became especially cloying.

"Mas..." The obedient word slipped out.

Then, a layer of gray mist instantly clouded Bian He's sparkling eyes.

"No, you're not my master, and I'm not your... Are you just passing by, sir? I'm sorry..."

He was soft and gentle now, nothing like the coldness from before.

Wan Ying's lips tightened, and the hand hanging at his side clenched.

Puppy treated other Alphas differently from how he treated Wan Ying, his master.

This S-class Omega before him seemed to submit to him from the depths of his bones.

Puppy endured his trembling and shifted to the side, keeping his head lowered as he stared at the blood on the floor.

He was ruthless toward others, as though he could not feel pain.

Why was he different with Wan Ying? Did he think Wan Ying was a source of money, a place of shelter?

Was he trying to soften his heart this way?

He would never allow someone who broke his principles to enter his world.

"I'm sorry, I dirtied the floor. I'll leave now and won't offend your eyes."

The Omega staggered forward, leaving blood all along the way.

With such a long corridor, by the time he reached the end, would he not have bled dry?

Threads of pheromones continued to spill out, cloying enough to make one sick.

If some drunk ran into him, could he still fight back?

His steps grew slower and slower. Then he suddenly seemed to trip over nothing, and his body fell forward out of control.

Wan Ying's pupils constricted. Instinctively, he flashed in front of Puppy and pulled him into his arms.

The cloying pheromones happily wrapped around him.

Anyone unaware of the truth might have thought the two had successfully marked each other.

Bian He struggled to stand. "I'm sorry, I can't pull my pheromones back. Could you not hate my scent...?"

The blood-stained floral fragrance carried a trace of something strange.

Puppy would not stay still in his arms, shifting and moving around.

It made Wan Ying uncomfortable.

Wan Ying's face darkened. "If you don't want to die, stay still."

At the sudden rebuke, Puppy in his arms became obedient.

"I won't move... I'll listen and behave. Can you not abandon me...?"

He collapsed in Wan Ying's arms. The unconscious man looked pitiful, blood and unknown black stains smeared across what should have been a fair, clean face.

How had he made himself so miserable these past few days? Hadn't he run into the mountains? Why had he come back?

Wan Ying looked disgusted, but instinctively tightened his hold.

Mint-scented pheromones spilled out first, wrapping around Puppy before him.