After My Cheap Husband Faked His Death, I Ended Up Happily Ever After with His Younger Brother - Chapter 15

The elevator descended.

The cold, white light inside the cabin sharpened the contours of everyone’s faces. Iris had already released Pei Jiheng’s arm, resuming her indifferent and aloof demeanor, standing straight with her hands folded in front of her.

“Boss,” she began, her tone casual, “are you really just letting that bald man go? I thought we would at least see some blood.”

Pei Jiheng looked straight ahead. The silver-rimmed glasses reflected the floor numbers flickering in the gap of the elevator door.

“That guy is not one of his men,” he said. His voice was low, yet every word was clear. “He is just a small pawn, so there is no need to waste energy. Do not forget our true goal.”

Iris gave a brief acknowledgment and did not pursue the matter further.

The elevator continued its descent.

Pei Jiheng uncharacteristically let his mind drift for a few seconds, reviewing Zhao Yu’s reaction once more. He confirmed that the man was not acting. He was simply too stupid, which was why he had been bold enough to push his luck, as all he wanted was profit.

Pei Jiheng’s lips twitched slightly.

What Zhao Yu did not know was that Pei Jiheng had never come to Bin City for a small racetrack, nor for the sake of whether a business was prospering or not.

The elevator stopped at the first floor.

The doors opened.

Pei Jiheng stepped out, with Iris following behind.

The night deepened. The lobby was a bit livelier than when they had arrived. A few tables of guests were talking in low voices, and the warm yellow light from the bar area filled the air with a faint scent of alcohol and perfume.

Pei Jiheng’s gaze carelessly swept across the lobby, then suddenly stopped.

To the side of the hall, near the fire exit, a few figures flashed past quickly.

There were two burly men, one on each side, supporting a young man in the middle. The two men were broad-shouldered and dressed in dark clothes, their hat brims pulled low.

The young man in the middle was mostly obscured, his head hanging low. He was being dragged along, seemingly having lost consciousness entirely.

As the light flickered, Pei Jiheng saw an exposed wrist.

It was very fair and slender, with distinct knuckles and muscle lines that carried the strength of a young man.

For some reason, Pei Jiheng’s footsteps came to a sudden halt.

He squinted his eyes, raised his hand, and signaled Iris, who was about to continue walking, to stop.

“Wait.” Pei Jiheng pivoted, his brow, which had been relaxed all evening, furrowing for the first time. “We might actually need to see some blood.”

Iris followed, her peripheral vision already scanning in the direction of Pei Jiheng’s gaze.

She saw the three figures, saw the young man being supported in the middle, and also noticed the tension in Pei Jiheng’s jaw and the slight curling of his fingers.

Iris sighed to herself.

Weren’t we supposed to not waste energy? Why do we have to work overtime again?

But who is that kid? To think he could make the boss care so much.

Luo Huai, in his comatose state, was brought into a private room.

His head hung low, his body sinking into the dark leather sofa, his arms draped limply over the armrests, motionless, as if he were fast asleep.

The two men settled him on the sofa, then immediately turned around and bowed deeply toward the head seat.

Sitting in the head seat was a tall man, posing languidly, who had likely been waiting there for a while.

He was drinking champagne. The pale gold liquid swirled in the champagne flute, with fine bubbles rising to the top. The man lowered his eyes, his gaze resting on the wine in the glass. He was indifferent, not even looking up when the three entered.

Hearing the men’s movements, he raised his eyes and finally took a look at the unconscious Luo Huai on the sofa.

His slender eyes brightened slightly for a brief moment, and the corners of his mouth curved into an arc.

This man was very young, looking to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight. He wore his hair long to his shoulders, tied loosely behind his head with a hair tie, with a few stray strands hanging beside his ears.

His features were almost excessively refined. His eyes were long and upturned, his nose bridge was straight, and his lips were thin and red. He could even be said to be somewhat beautiful.

But after looking for a while, one would feel that his beauty was like a blade hidden in silk; by the time you saw it, it would already be pressed against your throat.

“Warden,” the man who had been negotiating with Luo Huai stepped forward, his tone a mix of respect and sycophancy. “May I dare to ask, why the sudden notice to bring someone here? If this kid wakes up later, it might become difficult to demand money.”

The other man clicked his tongue and slapped the man on the back of his head. His voice was low, but his tone was full of impatience. “Stupid, since he has already been brought here, could it still be for money? Keep your mouth shut.”

The man stood stunned for two seconds, his eyes darting around. As if he had finally figured something out, his face changed slightly, and he nodded repeatedly.

“Then we will leave first,” he said with a sheepish smile, bowing even lower. “Call us when you are finished.”

The other man could not take it anymore; he slapped him on the back of the head again and dragged him out by his collar.

“Go, go, go. Don’t be an eyesore here.”

The door closed.

The private room fell silent.

Only the long-haired man remained, along with the unconscious Luo Huai on the sofa.

The man set down his champagne glass and stood up.

His movements were slow and elegant. His leather shoes clicked against the carpet. He walked around the head seat and stepped up to the sofa, looking down at Luo Huai.

The light fell on his face, half bright and half dark.

He reached out, his fingertips brushing aside the stray hairs on Luo Huai’s forehead, revealing his fair face. There was a teardrop mole under his right eye. In sleep, his expression was soft and his lips were pink, making him look lovable after just a glance.

It was a standard Omega appearance, though he did not look this obedient in the life photos obtained from the investigations.

But the man liked those who were not obedient. Luo Huai’s current sleeping state was not very interesting.

The man stared at Luo Huai’s teardrop mole for a while, and the curve of his mouth deepened.

“Truly beautiful.” His voice was very soft, as if he were talking to himself.

Then, his hand slid from Luo Huai’s forehead to his chin, pinching it and turning it left and right to examine him.

“An Omega with no parents, how could he suddenly come up with so much money?” He leaned in, close to Luo Huai’s nape. Because of the sedative, Luo Huai had briefly lost control before falling unconscious, unconsciously releasing some pheromones.

The man took a sniff, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Acacia? It is quite sweet, which actually suits this face.”

He let go, straightened up, and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his fingers in a leisurely manner.

Then, he folded the handkerchief, stuffed it back into his pocket, turned, and returned to the head seat to sit down again.

He picked up the glass of champagne and took another sip.

The pale gold liquid reflected his long, deep eyes, as if reflecting a bottomless lake.

He leaned back, crossed his legs, supported his head with his hand, and kept his gaze fixed on Luo Huai, smiling playfully.

The feeling was like a cat watching a mouse that had not yet woken up.

There was no hurry to eat.

Play slowly.