Gu Lin, the Quiet One, and His Dog-Headed "Strategist"

Gu Lin, the Quiet One, and His Dog-Headed "Strategist"

Lin Su stood at the stairwell entrance on the tenth floor, panting heavily. Only after his breathing steadied, his cheeks cooled, and his expression returned to normal did he slowly push open the door.

To be honest, his face was somewhat stiff now. He did not even dare say another word to Xiao Jiang and the others. Fortunately, the three of them did not stop him to say anything. Since his resignation had not yet been approved, HR would not say much either.

As usual, he waited for permission from inside before pushing the door open. The moment he entered, the pheromones hit him head-on, brazenly pouring into his nose.

Lin Su shut the door with trembling hands. His arrival seemed not to have caught Gu Lin's attention. The man still wore that cool, detached expression, a fountain pen in hand as he wrote something.

It was working hours, so Lin Su would not say anything unrelated to work. He walked straight to his desk and took out the half-bottle of suppressant he had left.

Every move Lin Su made was under Gu Lin's watchful eye. When he saw him emerge from the lounge, Gu Lin straightened his back, pressing harder with his pen as he signed.

"President Gu, excuse me for a few minutes." Without saying more, Lin Su pressed down on the suppressant under Gu Lin's gaze. The pheromones in the air gradually faded until they vanished completely. Only then did Lin Su withdraw his hand in satisfaction.

Lin Su nodded and said gently, "Please continue with your work."

Throughout the entire process, Gu Lin did not say a single word, nor did his expression change in the slightest.

Near the end of the workday, the phone on Gu Lin's desk rang. Very few people could get through to that number.

The moment Gu Lin answered, a familiar voice came from the other end. "Hey, Old Gu, are you off work yet?"

Only Xia Mingxuan could be so shameless.

"Speak!" His voice was icy. Even through the receiver, Xia Mingxuan could feel Gu Lin's killing intent.

Xia Mingxuan chuckled, only to tug at the wound on the corner of his mouth and suck in a breath. "Didn't I say I was treating you to dinner? I want to apologize."

"I don't have your little husband's number. Let him answer the phone."

Treating Lin Su to dinner?

Gu Lin paused slightly. If so, the two of them could go home together, right?

"Hello? Hello? Where are you?" Xia Mingxuan urgently demanded an answer from the other end.

Lin Su seemed to hear someone calling his name. When he looked up, his gaze happened to meet Gu Lin's.

"Xia Mingxuan wants to apologize to you. He's hosting dinner tonight." Such dry words, without the slightest warmth.

Xia Mingxuan was speechless on the other end. As expected of Gu Lin, king of awkward silences. If Lin Su agreed to come, he would stand on his head and eat shit!

Lin Su froze for a second, then smiled. "Thank you for President Xia's kindness, but unfortunately, I already have plans today. Have fun, you two." With that, he glanced at his wristwatch and said gently, "It's time to get off work. I'll be leaving first."

Just like that, he slowly walked out of Gu Lin's sight.

"Fuck! What's going on with you two? Your wife isn't going, and you're not going to stop him?"

The voice on the phone shouted again, "Gu Lin, I'm telling you, your wife is going on a date with someone else, and you're not stopping him? Aren't you worried?"

"Damn it, say something!"

Gu Lin said in a low voice, "I'm hanging up."

"Hanging up my ass! Wait there, I'm heading to your company right now!" Xia Mingxuan hung up after saying that, then hit the gas and sped away.

Ningli, Underground Parking Garage

Once Xia Mingxuan's car came to a stop, he froze while unfastening his seat belt. Well, well, what did he see? Gu Lin's husband was chatting and laughing with a woman, then driving away right in front of him.

Just then, Gu Lin came downstairs, still wearing that high-class, world-weary expression.

"I say, you!" The three words echoed through the parking garage. Xia Mingxuan knew this was not the place to talk.

He wanted to drag this taciturn fool away by force, but after struggling for ages to no avail, Xia Mingxuan had no choice but to shamelessly squeeze into Gu Lin's car.

Gu Lin remained silent the entire way, but Xia Mingxuan's eyes kept darting around. Back when he was abroad and heard Gu Lin say he had found an Omega with an extremely high compatibility rate, his heart had nearly stopped.

For the past two months, he had not merely been unable to focus on work—he had not even slept soundly. He had tried several times to book a ticket, but never succeeded. After getting nowhere, he could only try to guide Gu Lin into saying something that would make him return, but that too had failed.

It was like a game. Once he left the beginner's village, he could not return without a designated main quest.

Why could he not return? Because he was not the real Xia Mingxuan.