A pet.

"Can an Alpha... mark another Alpha?" someone else asked hesitantly.

Someone beside him immediately answered, "When it comes to the young master, what isn't possible?"

Ye Liang could bear it no longer. His voice turned cold. "Shut up. Who are you to gossip about the young master?"

Even Mo Runyan looked at Ye Liang in surprise-

Did Ye Liang know who he was shouting at?

Mo Shang, the Mo Family's second uncle, immediately said icily:

"Ye Liang, who do you think you are? You're nothing but a dog at the young master's side. What right do you have to speak to us like that?"

Already seething, Ye Liang immediately made a deferential gesture:

"My apologies. Please, continue."

"You!"

Second Uncle opened his mouth, then ultimately shut it.

Everyone fell silent.

Mo Runyan looked at the elders, none of whom dared touch their chopsticks, and fell silent too.

They had clearly gathered at this table because of him, yet with Mo Lu and Old Master Mo absent, not one of them dared make a move.

They were not even allowed to talk about him.

A flicker of jealousy crossed Mo Runyan's eyes beneath his lashes.

Some people were born above the clouds.

Why?

In the lounge.

"Grandfather, just ask whatever you want to ask."

Mo Lu reached up and brushed his gland. The scent of white tea spread, mingled with the fragrance of rose wine.

"You really received a temporary mark?"

Old Master Mo was stunned.

Mo Lu remained expressionless. "Isn't this what you wanted to see?"

Old Master Mo sighed. "Tsk. Actually, that boy is quite a good match for you. Linglan and your father liked him very much, too."

"My father and mother?"

Mo Lu frowned.

His parents had passed away when he was only nine.

He had never known that his parents knew anyone from the Weisheng Family.

Old Master Mo stroked his beard. "Yes. It was a long time ago."

"Were my parents the ones who placed the Curse Seal on Weisheng Tou?" Mo Lu asked with a frown.

Old Master Mo shook his head. "That, I don't know."

Mo Lu sighed softly.

He had known that would be the answer.

"What do you think of Weisheng Tou?" Old Master Mo asked Mo Lu.

Weisheng Tou, who had just followed them over, heard Old Master Mo's question and silently stopped outside the lounge door.

Old Master Mo lifted his eyelids and glanced unobtrusively toward where Weisheng Tou stood.

Mo Lu's expression remained cold:

"I don't think anything of him.

Isn't this perfectly normal? Just finding someone reasonably compatible to satisfy basic physical needs."

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Old Master Mo coughed violently in embarrassment at Mo Lu's words.

Mo Lu's expression did not change. "Grandfather, you know I won't acknowledge myself as an Omega. There are so many people in the Mo Family's younger generation. You don't need to focus on me alone."

Old Master Mo sighed. "I don't want to rush you, either. Twenty-three isn't old, but it isn't young. Still, the Mo Family's bloodline is special. We need to pass it on, not merely have one person's glory. You should understand that."

Mo Lu remained silent.

The Mo Family's bloodline was indeed special, so powerful that members of both the collateral branches and the Main House could, to varying degrees, commune with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

When they married someone outside the family and had children, this special bloodline would be passed directly down.

It could even grow stronger, as it had with Mo Lu.

But precisely because of this, members of the Mo Family had a very low chance of conceiving, and an equally low chance of getting someone else pregnant.

Essentially, only people with highly compatible pheromones had any chance of producing offspring.

That was why some Alphas in the Mo Family even kept several Omegas.

This gave certain lustful members of the Mo Family a reasonable excuse, but there truly was no other way to preserve the bloodline.

Mo Lu was the Mo Family's genius. His bloodline was closer to that of their ancient ancestral shaman than anyone else's in nearly a century.

That was why Old Master Mo was so eager for him to find a top-tier Alpha to marry.

But Mo Lu still could not imagine himself being with another person.

"Never mind. I won't force you," Old Master Mo said. "Just don't deliberately shut yourself off so much. The Mo Family needs you to intimidate the outside world, but it doesn't need you to treat yourself this way."

"I understand, Grandfather."

Mo Lu lowered his head.

"Come on. Let's go back."

The moment his grandfather turned around, a broad smile spread across his previously solemn, serious face-

They'd already done a temporary marking. Could that other business be far behind?

He gave a light cough to conceal his delight and was the first to walk out.

As soon as Mo Lu stepped outside, he saw Weisheng Tou.

Without so much as looking at Weisheng Tou, his grandfather returned to the dining room with his hands behind his back.

Mo Lu stood before Weisheng Tou and frowned at him. "Are you a professional eavesdropper?"

"Young master." Weisheng Tou lowered his head. After a long pause, he asked something entirely unrelated. "Am I... merely someone to satisfy your physical needs?"

Mo Lu answered without hesitation. "Yes."

Weisheng Tou's face instantly went pale, his lashes trembling slightly:

"...I... understand. Being the young master's... male pet is already more than enough for me."

But when would I actually get to help satisfy the young master's needs...?

Weisheng Tou's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, his eyes darkening.

At the words "male pet," Mo Lu pressed his lips together slightly, almost failing to maintain his cold expression.

As though that were not enough, Weisheng Tou added earnestly:

"Young master, I'm in excellent health. I'm available whenever you need me."

Mo Lu exhaled softly to compose himself.

He stared coldly at Weisheng Tou and only spoke after a long pause:

"Weisheng Tou, you're quite good at this."

Weisheng Tou looked at Mo Lu with wide eyes. "Young master, I don't understand what you mean... I have only you."

"So you don't understand what I mean."

Mo Lu chuckled.

"I'm not interested in you, Weisheng Tou. That includes what you did in the Empire and what you were like before. I don't want to know any of it. You're merely my servant."

Weisheng Tou's voice trembled a little. "Yes, young master. I... presumed too much."

"Heh."

Mo Lu sneered, then turned and went straight back to the dining room.