Showing Off in His Coat

Bian He clung to the man and refused to let go. "It doesn't hurt. I missed you so much."

He had missed him enough to go mad, so he could only come looking for him.

As if possessed, he kept sniffing all over him.

Wan Ying tilted his head back obediently and let him keep sniffing at his neck.

It was too ticklish.

He kept nibbling at him,

and the fragmented sensations meant there probably wasn't a single untouched spot on his neck.

If this continued, Wan Ying might lose his mind.

"Stop that. Let me see what happened to your hand."

In his daze just now, he seemed to have seen that his hand was red.

As soon as he finished speaking, Little Treasure, who had just been acting cute in his arms, stopped moving.

After spacing out for a few seconds, he pulled away from the embrace, a flicker of guilt crossing his face.

He deliberately changed the subject. "Brother, try the cookies I made. They're puppy cookies. They're really good."

Bian He spoke earnestly, still holding a thermal lunch box in his arms.

Several obvious red burns had appeared on his fingers.

They looked painful just to see.

Wan Ying's face darkened. "If you don't know how to make them, then don't make them next time. Your hands are burned like this—it looks awful."

One sentence extinguished all his enthusiasm.

Only afterward did he realize that he seemed to have said the wrong thing.

Bian He looked at him, his eyes reddening as he turned pitiful.

"If Brother doesn't like them, I won't make them next time."

Wan Ying sighed helplessly and took his hand to soothe him. "I wasn't scolding you. Doesn't it hurt? You walked such a long way, and your hands are burned like this. Why don't you know how to take care of yourself at all?"

Who knew what kind of hard life he had lived before? He was so foolish it was heartbreaking.

Little Treasure, who had been shedding pearls, became happy again.

"Brother, do you want to try one? This is my first time making them..."

Bian He twisted open the lid and took out a cookie shaped like a puppy.

"This one is me. I want to give this cookie to you."

He held the cookie to the man's lips and looked at him with a face full of hope.

It seemed inappropriate to refuse at a time like this.

Wan Ying took the cookie between his teeth.

Sure enough, it was very sweet.

His brows furrowed as he resisted the urge to spit it out.

Bian He blinked and tested cautiously. "Is it not good? Then spit it out quickly."

He held out his hand by the man's lips, waiting to catch the cookie crumbs.

Wan Ying chewed a few times and swallowed it. "It's alright. It's pretty good."

He offered a casual compliment.

Little Treasure's eyes lit up even brighter.

"Really? Then I'll make some different flavors next time."

He had somehow gotten himself a Little Treasure who was very easy to coax.

Wan Ying led him into the office.

Bian He set down the cookies and carefully looked around the office.

He casually picked up a book from the desk. "Brother, can I read this book?"

He was holding a book on law.

The book was signed HY.

Wan Ying was organizing documents. Hearing him, he turned to look at the book in Puppy's hands.

"You can, but try not to wrinkle it, because it isn't mine."

If that finicky guy discovered the book had been wrinkled... it would be hard to compensate him.

Bian He's eyes flickered as he casually opened to a page. "If it isn't yours, whose is it? Is he your friend?"

Wan Ying wrote notes on the documents with his pen and answered casually, "We're not really friends. Just competitors."

Bian He went over to the man, pulled over a chair, and sat down obediently.

"Is he your sworn enemy? If he was willing to lend you his book, he should be a pretty good person too."

He received no answer.

Each of them busied himself with his own things.

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent, leaving only the sounds of writing and pages turning.

There was a knock on the office door.

A voice came through the door. "Director, when is the meeting starting? They're all waiting in the conference room."

Wan Ying picked up the documents he had finished annotating.

He looked at Puppy, who was lying obediently on the desk, the book he had just taken pushed aside.

He probably couldn't understand what was in the book and found it boring.

"Wait for me obediently in the office. I'll be back soon."

Work suddenly did not seem so irritating anymore. At least there was someone he liked in the office.

He liked him?

He did. Otherwise, why would he keep him by his side?

Bian He spun a pen on the desk, and puppy bandages had been placed over the burned spots on his fingers.

"Brother, come back quickly."

He had absolutely no intention of seeing him off.

Wan Ying rubbed his head and deliberately messed up his pretty, tousled hair.

He turned him into a messy Little Treasure.

He looked even more fun this way.

Bian He sat up and shook his head, his eyes full of resentment. "Brother messed up my hairstyle. I'll become ugly."

Wan Ying withdrew his guilty hand and said calmly, "You're not ugly. Even if you wore beggar's clothes, you'd still be a beautiful Little Treasure."

Looking into those pale blue eyes, the reflection of himself seemed especially gentle.

When had he become like this?

He did not get the pleasure of scolding him, yet he did not want to let go.

This was different from how he had been at the beginning.

Wan Ying pressed his lips tightly together, his heart feeling terribly empty.

Without saying a word, he fled as though escaping.

Click.

The door was gently shut.

Bian He's ears twitched as he listened to the man's departing footsteps, a faint smile curling his lips.

What should he do? Wan Ying seemed to have noticed his feelings and was indulging him little by little.

Now that he had discovered this change, would he avoid it, accept it, or pull him back onto the right track?

He stroked the book cover, his fingertips trembling slightly as excitement drove him to want to do something.

Why was Wan Ying, who instinctively wanted to run away, so adorable?

His man was not fierce at all.

Bang!

The door was slammed open.

"Director, I have something..."

A stranger appeared.

Before he could finish speaking.

"Who are you? How are you in the director's office?"

A scrutinizing gaze arrived along with pheromones.

He was pressuring him.

This person's pheromones smelled like oranges. They were not unpleasant.

S-rank Alpha pheromones had no effect on him whatsoever.

"Who are you? Get out."

Bian He leaned back lazily, one arm resting on the chair's armrest.

He raised his eyes toward the doorway, his gaze cold.

This guy gave him a strong sense of hostility.

Could this guy like his Wan Ying?

An Alpha... was not a problem for an Enigma.

He certainly had some nerve.

Daring to like his man.

His hostility was so obvious that he clearly knew his identity.

Thinking he was an Omega, he deliberately used oppressive pheromones to force him.

But the impression he had left on Wan Ying was that even an S-rank Alpha could not do anything to him.

His plan to deliberately act weak and pitiful now seemed rather useless.

Then there was no need to pretend. It would be better to show his true colors.

Anyone foolish enough to try to steal his man had better be prepared to accept his warning.

Little Treasure was too weak and might not like it.

He might even find another excuse to abandon him again, so there was no need for him to indulge anyone. He only needed to act weak in front of Wan Ying.

Ignored, the other man's gaze turned vicious as he released even more pheromones.

Standing before the desk, he pointed at him and shouted, "Didn't you hear me talking to you? Who are you? Get out immediately."

"The director doesn't like people touching his things. Do you want him to throw you out when he comes back?"

He really had quite the temper.

Bian He took it as a compliment.

Bian He picked up Wan Ying's coat and deliberately draped it over himself. "I'm his person. He didn't tell me to get lost, so who the hell do you think you are?"

"And I have a bad temper. If you don't want that finger anymore, I can help you cut it off."