After the Simp Omega Comes to His Senses, the Alpha Panics - Chapter 9

When Wen Yuluo woke up, it was already the evening of the next day.

He had an IV needle stuck in the back of his hand, and his entire right hand was too stiff to move.

The first person to notice that he had woken up was Zilan. Her loud voice rang out, instantly jolting the remaining two sleepy people in the ward back to full alertness.

All three chimed in simultaneously, “Xiao Yu, Xiao Wen, Yuluo, you’re awake?”

As his vision cleared, Wen Yuluo recognized who the other two people were.

“Director, Senior Brother, why are you here?”

Li Yang answered, “We came to the hospital to visit Zhou Lin, and Yi An had sharp eyes and spotted this friend of yours.”

Wen Yuluo’s lips were dry, and he couldn’t manage to speak another word.

Zilan and Yi An worked together to help him sit up against the headboard. His face was pale, his body exhausted, and he looked as thin as a sheet of paper.

Yi An said, “Yuluo, please accept my condolences.”

Wen Yuluo’s fingers trembled.

Zilan glared at Yi An, her gaze as fierce as a beast’s.

Was this really the time to be saying something like that?

Sure enough, Wen Yuluo reacted violently. Before the three of them could react, he ruthlessly yanked the IV needle straight out of his hand. “Grandma, I have to go see my grandma.”

He struggled to get out of bed, but the three of them rushed forward to block him.

“Get away! All of you, get away!”

Using all his strength, Wen Yuluo pushed them aside, went barefoot, and ran frantically out of the ward.

He tracked down the morgue. It was chilly and freezing inside, with several corpses lying about.

Wen Yuluo lifted the white cloth covering the faces of the corpses one by one. With each one he uncovered, it felt as though someone had dealt a heavy kick to his chest.

Finally spotting his grandmother in the very corner, Wen Yuluo’s legs gave out completely, and he dropped to his knees right beside her.

In an instant, every single memory he shared with his grandmother flooded his mind. Bursting into tears, he grabbed Wen Meng’s hand, which had already lost all warmth, and cried out hysterically, “Ahhhhh! Why? Why? Why, Grandma? How could you lie to me? You promised me. You broke your promise, Grandma. I’m begging you, please, don’t do this, okay?”

The three of them chased after him, standing to the side with their heads lowered. Zilan choked back her sobs, for all her eloquence, she could not find a single word to comfort Wen Yuluo.

Three days later.

Heavy, overcast clouds cast a gloomy shadow over the sky, and a dense, fine drizzle began to fall.

Not many people came to the cemetery. In fact, there were practically none.

Aside from Auntie Liu, there was only Zilan and Wen Yuluo.

In just a few short days, Wen Yuluo had grown so emaciated that he looked as though a gust of wind could blow him away.

Dressed entirely in black, he stood before the gravestone, his wide-leg pants clinging to his slender legs. Zilan held an umbrella over him, a posture she had maintained for goodness knows how long.

Wen Yuluo pushed the umbrella slightly toward Zilan, but before he could speak, his voice felt bone-dry. “Zilan, you should leave. You don’t have to stay here with me.”

Knowing that no words could help at a time like this, Zilan still urged, “Xiao Yu, go get some rest. You haven’t closed your eyes in three days.”

Wen Yuluo actually wanted to talk to his grandmother a little longer, but his vocabulary felt barren, and a heavy wave of guilt left him utterly unable to utter a single syllable.

The flowers in front of the gravestone were drenched in rain, looking just as pitiful as he was.

Zilan was much shorter than Wen Yuluo, and her right hand holding the umbrella trembled slightly.

After a few more seconds of silence, Wen Yuluo knelt on the ground, solemnly kowtowed three times, and nearly toppled headfirst into the mud as he stood back up.

His vacant, glazed eyes trembled along with his eyelashes. Reaching out, he took the black umbrella from Zilan’s hand and softly said, “Let’s go.”

The two of them walked side by side out of the cemetery, stopping short when they noticed two figures standing by the entrance.

A man in a black suit with a broad, imposing build stood before them, looking far sturdier than Wen Yuluo. He held a bouquet of chrysanthemums in his arms. His deep, striking eyes were partially obscured as his subordinate stood rigidly to the side holding an umbrella for him.

Wen Yuluo looked at him coldly, his tightly pressed lips turning even paler.

Zilan gasped in shock, “Chairman Zhou? Why are you here?”

Zhou Zeyi had no idea how long he had been waiting here in the rain; one shoulder of his suit was soaked through. Ignoring Zilan, his gaze locked intently onto Wen Yuluo.

He hadn’t noticed it back at the hospital, but seeing him up close now, this Omega actually possessed quite a bit of allure.

Clearing his throat, Zhou Zeyi said, “Wen, Wen Yuluo, right? I heard about what happened to your grandmother. Waiting here for you so long is just to explain that I genuinely didn’t know the blood bags they brought out were taken from another operating room. Otherwise, I would never have, never.”

Zhou Zeyi stammered for a long time, failing to finish the rest of his sentence.

Wen Yuluo grew annoyed. His colorless, delicate face wore a look of aloof detachment, and his thin neck barely seemed capable of supporting the heavy black overcoat he wore.

“Never what? Never abuse your power quite so casually?”

Zhou Zeyi looked at Wen Yuluo’s thin lips and was momentarily dazed. Lowering his eyelashes to mask his reaction, he said, “That is what I meant.”

“You don’t really believe that, do you?”

“Believe what?”

Wen Yuluo said sharply, “Even if you had known those blood bags were requisitioned from another operating room, so what? What is the life of a stranger compared to your precious nephew? You still would have used your wealth and power to trample over an ordinary person’s chances.”

Zhou Zeyi frowned, his teeth clicking together.

Had this little Omega undergone a personality transplant? Was this really the same person who had knelt before him earlier, looking so pitiful and heart-wrenchingly delicate?

“Chairman, Chairman Zhou,” Zilan stepped in just as the atmosphere grew most tense, “he is currently in deep grief. Could you please try to understand?”

Zhou Zeyi forcefully suppressed a nonexistent spark of anger. He wasn’t particularly angry anyway; after all, the beauty in front of him had just lost a family member. As the chairman of such a large conglomerate, he certainly wasn’t petty enough to throw a tantrum just from being lectured a couple of times.

Wen Yuluo took a step forward. As he brushed past, he whispered in Zhou Zeyi’s ear, “In this lifetime, people like you are what I despise the most.”

Startled, Zhou Zeyi turned around at the words, but only caught sight of a slender figure walking away.

His subordinate couldn’t help muttering, “What an attitude, especially after you waited for him out here in this heavy rain for half a day.”

Zhou Zeyi let out a cold snort. “Let’s go. Let’s go pay our respects to his grandmother.”

Having run a background check on Wen Yuluo beforehand, he knew the name of Wen Yuluo’s grandmother. It didn’t take long to find Wen Meng’s grave. He placed the chrysanthemums in front of her headstone and gave a slight bow.

“Life and death are determined by fate. I apologize for meeting under such circumstances. Perhaps I can take care of the person you cared for. Rest in peace.”

The taxi dropped the two of them off outside Qi You’s villa. Wen Yuluo stepped out of the car, feeling as though there were knives beneath his feet; otherwise, why would every single step feel as painful as walking on jagged blades?

He pressed his fingerprint against the reader out of habit, and the front gates swung open.

Zilan put away her umbrella and looked around the interior as she stepped inside, marveling inwardly at how wonderful being wealthy must be.

“Xiao Yu, I haven’t found an apartment yet. If you don’t want to live here, why don’t you come stay at my place for a couple of days?”

Wen Yuluo went up to the second floor, pulled out two suitcases, and began stuffing his belongings into them indiscriminately. “No need.”