The Drunken Little Treasure

He removed Bian He's Bite Guard and personally supervised him as he took his medicine.

"Go change your clothes. They're waiting downstairs."

Bian He tensed for a moment, then immediately jumped to his feet. "Huh? Why didn't you tell me earlier, bro? If I'd known, I wouldn't have dawdled. What if they think I'm hard to get along with?"

Little Treasure hurried around in a panic, practically forgetting where the changing room was.

Wan Ying sat off to the side, staring at his back. "Don't wear anything too nice."

Even though he knew his teammates had no such intentions, he still disliked other Alphas paying too much attention to his Little Treasure.

Little Treasure only needed to stay by his side. He didn't need anyone else.

Five minutes later.

Bian He stood at the door dressed in white.

Two little Puppy dolls hung from the sleeves of his outfit.

He had specifically picked out those clothes.

His Little Treasure.

He wanted everyone to know that Little Treasure belonged to someone.

No one else was allowed to touch him.

"Bro, isn't this outfit too casual? Should I wear something more formal?"

He tugged at the little Puppy doll on his chest, clearly liking it very much.

"It's fine. Wear it like this. Just put on a jacket."

Even wrapped up so tightly, he still couldn't hide how adorable he was.

It wasn't the clothes' fault. If anyone had to be blamed, it was because his Little Treasure was too good-looking.

Wan Ying took the jacket from the hanger and draped it over him.

Their builds were about the same, so Bian He could wear his clothes.

The two went out together.

They arrived downstairs.

The teammates immediately gathered around when they heard them, all wearing nosy expressions.

"Director, why does that outfit look so familiar? I think I've seen you wear it before."

"Are you declaring your claim in front of us brothers? Don't worry, we wouldn't dare set our sights on your person."

"Exactly, exactly. Even if we had the nerve, we wouldn't have the guts. Wouldn't you chop us into pieces and feed us to the dogs?"

"Sister-in-law, you're really beautiful. How did you end up liking our director? Don't you think his personality is a little strange?"

"Let me tell you, our director really is..." He Xiaowu leaned closer and deliberately dragged out the last word.

"He really is an exceptionally outstanding man. You're lucky. You'll definitely be very happy."

They had expected something big, but instead he let out a load of crap.

They all lived in the same dorm, so they knew each other so well that they could tell what kind of shit the other would take just by seeing them pull down their pants.

One exchanged look was enough for them to understand.

Bian He stood obediently beside the man and nodded repeatedly. "I really am very happy when I'm with the director."

His answer was exceptionally well-behaved.

There wasn't the slightest trace of any other thoughts.

Wan Ying pulled him behind himself and reminded them in a deep voice, "Watch what you say. Do you think everyone is like you lot?"

What if they scared his innocent Little Treasure into tears?

Little Treasure was too well-behaved. He wouldn't understand the hidden meaning behind those words.

His protectiveness drew excited cheers from the teammates.

"Director, that's not fair. We've been with you for so long, and we've never seen you defend us. But when it comes to sister-in-law, you're so blatantly biased."

"As expected, men are different once they fall in love."

"What a fickle man. Little brother, don't let the person beside you fool you."

"You know, plenty of Alphas and Omegas used to confess to our boss. But he either scared them into tears or lectured them senseless. Now everyone in the Law District only dares to have a crush on the director—they don't dare confess, afraid they'll get inexplicably chewed out."

"Young men really do have courage."

Little Eight also scurried over with a mischievous grin. As the youngest, he naturally received a little more affection.

"The director used to spoil me the most. Now he's sharing that affection with you, so you have to treat the director well."

"Little brother, how old are you? You might even be younger than me. Your skin is in such good condition."

"Being young is great. Your skin is as tender as a peeled egg."

They praised him all at once.

Wan Ying's head began to ache from listening. "Are we eating or not?"

Half an hour later, everyone arrived at a barbecue restaurant.

There were so many of them that they were assigned a private room.

Everyone took their seats one after another.

They were all carnivores, and they went to work on the menu.

There was one grill for every two people, and they could cook whatever they wanted.

A large grill sat in the middle, where they put foods that took longer to cook first.

Wan Ying ordered several bottles of orange juice, twisted open one cap, poured it into a glass, and placed it in front of Bian He.

"Bro, we came for barbecue. How can we not drink?"

"Drink, drink! We're not going home until we're drunk today."

"Bro, you can't protect your Omega so well. He needs to build up some tolerance."

"You can train your alcohol tolerance. The more you drink, the better you get."

"Little brother, stop nursing that orange juice. People who don't know better will think you're a kid."

"Our Director Wan can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. You're his man, so you can't be too bad, right?"

Several of them stood up and coaxed his Puppy.

Before Wan Ying could stop them, Bian He reached out and accepted the glass of alcohol they handed him.

"I can try."

Then he held it in both hands and drank.

He finished an entire glass.

Bang!

The empty glass landed on the table.

"Director, this little brother can really drink. He finished a whole glass."

"You really don't know your Omega very well."

"Come on, come on, I'll pour little brother another glass."

They loved watching the excitement and didn't care how big the trouble became.

Wan Ying saw through their little scheme at a glance and was utterly speechless.

What the hell is wrong with them? Do they want me to do that while he's drunk?

Then I really wouldn't be human.

He couldn't do something so immoral. It would be unfair to Puppy.

Besides, marking was troublesome, and it affected both of them.

They were only staying together, having simple contact without going too far.

When that day came in the future, he could hand Little Treasure over completely untouched.

Wan Ying held his wineglass and tilted his head to look at Puppy's gradually reddening face.

Because he was sick, his skin had become even paler. After a little alcohol, the flush was obvious, turning him pink.

He was already tipsy after one glass. What alcohol tolerance did he have?

Wan Ying had seen it earlier—when his teammates called Bian He his man, Bian He's eyes had lit up.

He had probably happily accepted the wine because it had something to do with him.

Would Puppy wreck the house when drunk, or throw a drunken tantrum?

Would he have to take care of him?

It sounded troublesome.

Wan Ying frowned and stared fixedly at those reddened ear tips.

His clothes weren't revealing in the slightest, so why did it still feel strange?

He should have made him wear a mask and cover his ears too, so no one could see them.

He shouldn't have come out in the first place.

"Come on, come on, keep drinking."

"Where were you from before, little brother? I've never seen anyone prettier than you around here."

"Our director made his move too early. How did he find such a top-tier catch the moment he discovered him?"

"Why don't I have that kind of luck?"

They muttered among themselves without stopping their hands, then passed over another full glass of alcohol.

Wan Ying snatched the glass away first. "Put away your little schemes. He isn't feeling well. One glass is enough."

He didn't want this bunch to see what Little Treasure looked like when he was drunk.

Bian He reacted half a beat late. Following the wineglass with his gaze, he turned to look at him.

"Dir... mm..."

Wan Ying picked up the orange juice and pressed it to his lips first, stopping him from saying the next word.

Hearing him say those two words in front of others would make him...