Out of Control Overnight: The Irritable Top Alpha Goes Mad Searching for His Wife - Chapter 1

The curtain of night fell as the city lights flickered to life.

On the top floor of the capital’s most luxurious seven-star hotel, a dreamlike and extravagant cocktail party was in full swing within the sky garden, illuminated by brilliant lights.

Shen Qing, the organizer of this event, held a glass of champagne while hiding away in a quiet corner. The surrounding festivities seemed to have nothing to do with him. His beautiful, cold face, which was usually pale, now bore an unnatural flush beneath the skin.

It was autumn, a season that should have been cool, but his sophisticated suit felt inexplicably uncomfortable. His skin even prickled with a faint, stinging pain, as if these expensive clothes were hurting him. Shen Qing rubbed his temples, thinking he really ought to make time to see a doctor.

He exhaled a breath of turbid air and took another sip of his drink. As one of the people in charge, he could not hide in leisure for much longer. Just as he stepped forward to leave, a strong, powerful arm suddenly draped across his shoulders.

His shoulder dipped instantly under the weight. In the next second, a soft chuckle sounded by his ear. The hand slid down from his shoulder and caught him firmly by the waist, preventing him from stumbling.

“Assistant Shen, what is going on? Have you suddenly become so frail you cannot take care of yourself?”

A deep, teasing voice rang out beside him. The speaker’s narrow eyes caught sight of the champagne in his hand; there were traces of it having been drunk. Though it was not much, it was captured precisely by his gaze, causing his handsome face to darken instantly.

“Why did you suddenly start drinking?” With those words, he forcefully snatched the champagne from Shen Qing’s hand.

The alcohol content was not high, yet Lu Shijun narrowed his eyes, looking utterly displeased. At 190 cm tall, the Alpha instantly radiated an overwhelming sense of pressure.

Shen Qing felt helpless.

Lu Shijun was a top-tier Alpha. The two had known each other since high school. Their history was quite dramatic: they started as rivals, became friends after a few fights, and eventually became inseparable roommates in college.

Later, which is to say now, Lu Shijun returned home to inherit his business empire. Shen Qing, an ordinary person, had essentially used a “backdoor” connection to be promoted to his Chief Assistant. With a seven-figure salary and generous year-end bonuses, Lu Shijun would have given him even more if Shen Qing had not refused.

But they were just friends. And they could only ever be friends.

Shen Qing lowered his gaze. The brilliant starlight could not illuminate the expression in his eyes. He seemed out of place with his surroundings as he said calmly, “President Lu, I am already twenty-four years old. It is normal to have a sip of champagne.”

“Normal, my ass!” Lu Shijun said with a scowl. He stared at the slender flute in his hand, watching the pale gold liquid swirl inside. Suddenly, his throat felt a bit parched.

He was not a heavy drinker, but this time, the scent of white peach champagne kept enticing him, making his Adam’s apple bob. Without thinking much, he raised the glass and drained it in one gulp. Then, he turned back to scold his assistant.

“Also, how many times have I told you? Call me by my name in private. If you call me ‘President Lu’ again, I am docking your salary.”

Shen Qing laughed.

Unlike Lu Shijun’s rugged handsomeness, Shen Qing was more refined. His clear, cool eyes made him look like a noble gentleman under the moonlight. As Shen Qing smiled at him now, even though the smile was faint, Lu Shijun loved it regardless of how many times he saw it. One might even say he was obsessed with it.

“Then let President Lu dock it,” Shen Qing said, spreading his hands. “Dock more of it. When I run out of money later, I will just live at your house, eat your food, and wear your clothes.”

These words caused Lu Shijun’s eyes to widen slightly. It was as if a piece of luck had fallen from the sky; his entire being radiated an aura of joy. He opened his mouth, wanting to say that everything he owned belonged to Shen Qing, but in the next second, an uninvited guest appeared before them.

The newcomer wore an exquisite suit with a shy expression on his delicate and pretty face.

“Mr. Lu, hello. My name is…”

Shen Qing was used to these pick-up attempts. Being from a top-tier wealthy family and a top-tier Alpha, Lu Shijun always attracted people who would take the initiative to confess, whether it was in high school, college, or now.

He tried to struggle out of the hand gripping his waist and found an excuse. “President Lu, please handle your business. I will go get back to work.”

“Where are you running to?” Lu Shijun’s face chilled instantly. He did not let Shen Qing break free from the hand clamped on his waist at all. His expression was grim as he stared at the youth who had popped up, his face full of hostility. “If you need help, find a policeman. If you feel unwell, go find a doctor. It is useless looking for me.”

The youth looked at the hand around Shen Qing’s waist, and a flash of jealousy flickered in his eyes. Everyone knew Shen Qing was special to Lu Shijun, but at the same time, they had investigated from various sources and found that this “specialness” did not involve romance. Lu Shijun had never publicly stated who he liked, so they were all eager to try their luck.

“It is not for help, and I do not need a policeman. I just wanted to ask you, President Lu, are you looking for a partner?”

It was a bold confession. Paired with his blushing face, even Shen Qing could not help but marvel; a youth’s blush truly outweighed everything else.

Lu Shijun frowned instantly. He noticed Shen Qing’s “appreciative” gaze, and his face turned livid. “You should know that I have no interest in Omegas. If you are smart, get lost right now. If you are not, I will have to have someone make you get lost.”

The heartless words slapped the youth’s face like a physical sting. Unwilling to give up, the youth stole another glare at Shen Qing. “President Lu, I am an S-rank Omega. I am not one of those useless Betas, nor am I one of those aggressive Alphas. You and I are both S-rank; we are the best match.”

His blatant move was based on his rare pheromones. He even secretly released a little bit of them at that moment.

The moment his little trick surfaced, Lu Shijun’s dark, narrow eyes turned cold and somber. He pulled Shen Qing back a step and said sinisterly, “Who the hell is a match for you? Your pheromones stink to high heaven. It is a good thing my Assistant Shen cannot smell pheromones, otherwise, if you stank him out, I would kill you.”

A faint, ghostly scent of roses drifted through the air. It did not smell bad; Shen Qing even sniffed curiously. It was not that he had never smelled roses before, but this scent felt different somehow. He could not quite put his finger on what the difference was.

Lu Shijun noticed his twitching nose and became exasperated. “Shen Qing, what are you smelling?”

Shen Qing told the truth. “I think I smell a scent of roses.”

Damn.

Lu Shijun cursed internally. That damn Omega’s pheromones were rose-scented. He covered Shen Qing’s nose, his handsome face livid. They had all forgotten that Shen Qing, being a Beta, should not be able to smell pheromones.

But now, Lu Shijun was blinded by anger. “There is no rose scent, only dog shit. It stinks. You smelled it wrong.” Having said that, he signaled for his people to drag the damn Omega away.

Shen Qing did not just smell roses. When that large, well-defined hand covered his nose, he also caught a whiff of alcohol. He did not drink much, so he could not quite distinguish it: was it rum, brandy, or tequila?

He had clearly only had one sip of champagne, but the ghostly scent of alcohol under his nose made his consciousness grow hazy. His already high body temperature now became scorching hot. Even the back of his neck began to feel a faint discomfort, as if something was about to break through the surface.

“Shen Qing, why is your body temperature rising?”

Not only was his temperature rising, but there was also a faint scent of white peach in the air. This scent was just like the champagne he had snatched from Shen Qing’s hand earlier. The aftertaste still lingered on his tongue. Lu Shijun darkened his gaze and could not help but press his tongue against his cheek.

He wanted to drink more.