The Dangerous Omega Who is Good at Disguising Always Wants to Hook Me! - Chapter 18

Chapter 18: Pheromone Disorder

Qi Yan found a spare plastic water bottle, tucked the blue rose into it, and placed it on the desk. He hadn’t originally intended to keep the flower, but for some unknown reason, he had reached out and accepted it.

Thinking of the person he encountered in front of the restaurant, Qi Yan pulled out the documents he kept in his cabinet. “I really didn’t expect to see him in a setting like that.”

Judging by Yi Yang’s expression, he was likely starting to suspect Qi Yan’s identity.

Touching his own face with his fingertips, Qi Yan frowned slightly, a flicker of disgust crossing his features.

He looked far too much like that man. Sometimes, with a quick glance in the mirror, Qi Yan would wonder if he was seeing him.

It was no wonder that when he was a child, his mother didn’t want to look at him.

Though once she regained her clarity, she would apologize through tears, saying they looked nothing alike—that he was her child alone and had no relation to that “beast.”

In reality, Qi Yan agreed with his mother’s initial reaction; he and that man were quite similar. Especially when his features hadn’t fully matured as a child, it was obvious at a glance whose child he was. Fortunately, as he grew older, the resemblance faded, though the silhouette of that man still lingered in his facial contours.

“What a shame,” Qi Yan thought with a hint of regret. “If I had impulsively swung that knife back then, it would have been for the best.” Nothing is illegal for a minor, especially for a child of only seven.

But his younger self couldn’t bring himself to do it.

As the files were delivered one by one, Yi Yang’s expression grew uglier, his breathing becoming suppressed.

He knew his father had been searching for that mother and son for years, using every possible means and scouring the country, but never finding a trace.

For years, his father had never given up, as if some lingering affection remained.

Yi Yang had once asked his mother what she thought. She told him the truth was different from what he imagined: his father had no feelings for that pair; he was looking for them for another reason entirely.

Thus, Yi Yang had no reason to worry—those “stray dogs” could never steal what belonged to him.

What was the reason? Song Yili hadn’t told him, and once Yi Yang was comforted, he had put the matter out of his mind.

Until now. Qi Yan had reappeared before him, and he didn’t look like a stray dog at all. In fact, he was thriving, his life progressing smoothly.

Furthermore, he even knew Shen Xiliu. Although the records said they had only recently met, based on Shen Xiliu’s usual behavior, if they weren’t close, he shouldn’t have given Qi Yan so much help—not only giving him project support but even establishing a partnership with his mentor…

The Shen family certainly didn’t lack such things. When did Shen Xiliu, the representative of the Shen Group who was always considered cold and rigorous by the outside world, become so easy to talk to?

He was even frequenting a couple’s restaurant with Qi Yan…

Yi Yang’s chest heaved violently. Suppressing his unease, he chose to return to the Yi family home. At this hour, Yi Hongli was not in, and Yi Yang didn’t want to run into him anyway.

“Why are you back so suddenly?” His mother, Song Yili, was having afternoon tea, her posture elegant. Seeing him rush back, she looked surprised and frowned. “You’re about to be married; why are you still so flighty? Didn’t I tell you to spend time with Xiangting?”

“Mom, I have something to show you.” Yi Yang was in no mood for small talk and handed her the documents.

“What could be more… important than your wedding right now?” Song Yili said with a smile, slowly opening the file. The moment she turned the first page, the smile froze on her face.

Her fingers tightened as she flipped through several pages, her face gradually turning expressionless and her eyes dark.

After finishing, Song Yili raised a hand to signal the servants to leave. Soon, only the two of them remained.

Song Yili asked, “Have you shown these to your father?”

Yi Yang shook his head irritably. “No, I just got them and came straight to you.”

“Good.” Song Yili nodded. “Now, go and prepare for your wedding. Don’t worry about this anymore; I will be the one to tell your father.”

“Mom, should we really tell him?” Yi Yang was clearly restless. He had read Qi Yan’s profile; the man was arguably more outstanding than him in almost every way.

If his father saw how excellent Qi Yan had become, would it affect Yi Yang’s standing in his father’s eyes?

“Calm down. I told you before, don’t worry about his existence.” Song Yili regained her calm demeanor, a mocking smile curling her lips. “The relationship between your father and him is not what you think. Yi… no, Qi Yan, can never replace your position.”

“But…”

“No ‘buts’.” Song Yili closed the file and stood up. “Yi Yang, the most important thing for you now is to spend time with Xiangting and prepare for your wedding to ensure everything goes perfectly.”

Song Yili had other matters to attend to and didn’t continue the conversation.

She walked into the study, reopened the files, and looked at them for a long time. She specifically selected a few pages and threw them all into the shredder.

“Xia Yunqie, I really didn’t expect that after searching for you for so many years, your son has been right under our noses all this time…”

Song Yili stared at the photo in the file, a look of disgust surfacing in her eyes. She had thought that after that “sickly ghost” Xia Yunqie was kicked out, she would never rise again.

After all, she was just a frail woman with no skills. After leaving with nothing, she had no way to make money; she likely ended up selling her body for that face of hers and surely died a miserable death.

Song Yili didn’t hesitate to imagine with the worst malice that Xia Yunqie would die a painful death from disease in some unknown corner.

Even the child she fought to take with her was destined to fall into the mud, never to rise, living a mediocre life like a common street thug—undistinguished and incompetent. That was why Yi Hongli could never find them.

In any case, he shouldn’t look like the outstanding young man in these photos—surpassing Yi Yang in appearance, talent, education, and ability, and even now clinging to the Shen family…

Staring at Qi Yan’s data, the lines of text were particularly piercing. Song Yili unconsciously gripped the photo tightly, feeling a wave of nausea.

Truly disgusting.

“A lot of strangers have been hanging around the bar lately.” Qi Yan had just changed his clothes and was getting ready to leave with his backpack when he was stopped by Brother Xu outside the lounge.

Qi Yan didn’t look surprised, only offering an apologetic look. “Sorry, I hope I haven’t caused any trouble for you?”

“No, they’ve been quiet. It’s not at the point where I need to step in yet; I just wanted to give you a heads-up.” Brother Xu patted his tattooed arm and grinned. “It seems you noticed already. As expected of someone trained by Captain Qi. Not bad.”

Qi Yan shouldered his bag and offered a small smile. “It really is thanks to my uncle. They probably won’t stay long. Don’t worry, Brother Xu; it’ll be fine in a couple of days.”

“Need a hand?”

“No, I can handle it.”

“Alright. If you need help, don’t be a stranger.”

“I will. Thank you.” Qi Yan spoke politely, but he had no intention of troubling him.

It was already two in the morning. Brother Xu didn’t delay him any further, but before Qi Yan could walk out of the bar, You Yi rushed up to block his path, speaking urgently.

“Hey, Qi Yan! Have you seen my cousin lately?” The band had long since packed up and gone home; only You Yi remained in the bar, his expression filled with anxiety.

The lead singer, who was carrying You Yi’s bass for him, let out a weary yawn and explained helplessly: “You Yi has been waiting for you all night. He couldn’t find a chance earlier, so we went to get a midnight snack and came back to find you.”

“It’s your fault for dragging me to get snacks; I almost missed him,” You Yi grumbled without looking back, continuing to question Qi Yan. “My cousin seems to be staying with you lately. Have you seen him?”

“I just got a call from my second uncle today. I heard he was admitted to the hospital, and before his body had even recovered, he drove off on his own. He has too many properties in S City, so it’s hard to find him quickly. I wanted to ask you.”

Hearing this, Qi Yan froze for a moment, subconsciously asking: “Why was Mr. Shen in the hospital? He seemed fine when I saw him a few days ago…”

As he spoke, Qi Yan’s voice trailed off. Was Shen Xiliu’s health really “fine”?

“His health is crap!” You Yi rolled his eyes and complained incessantly. “Since we were kids, he’s the one who loved staying in hospitals the most. I’m telling you, our family’s genes are flawed. Every Omega in our family basically treats the hospital like their home. My cousin is the worst of them all; he gets sent to the hospital every other day. He lives like a ‘Lin Meimei’—the slightest stimulation sends him back ‘home.’ If the shock is a bit bigger, he’s straight in the ICU drinking wolfberry tea…”

“…”

Qi Yan’s expression suddenly froze. Thinking back to what happened that day, his heart sank.

He pursed his lips. Though You Yi was still talking, Qi Yan couldn’t stay calm; a sense of agitation began to stir within him.

“Alright, alright, stop rambling with the complaints. The most important thing is to find him, right?” The lead singer patted You Yi on the shoulder, signaling him to stop.

Some people really needed to be more observant; the other guy’s expression was already that grim, yet he kept talking. Truly someone who couldn’t read the room—a typical pampered second-generation heir.

“Sorry, Brother Qi, I talked too much nonsense,” You Yi realized and scratched the back of his head sheepishly. ” I’m just a bit worried about him. I heard from my second uncle that cousin’s health has been very poor lately. He has that Pheromone Disorder…”

Qi Yan suddenly looked up. “You said he has Pheromone Disorder?!”

“Uh, yeah, why—”

“What’s his current condition? When did he develop it? What stage is he in? Where do his pheromone levels usually sit? Are there abnormalities when his secretion reaches the critical value? Has there been any pathological change in his glands yet?” Qi Yan asked in a rapid-fire sequence.

“Huh?” You Yi stared blankly. How would I know all that detail?

“Now this touches on your professional research,” the lead singer said with a twitch of his lip. “But you’re asking so many questions that there’s no way You Yi can answer. The priority is finding the man, right?”

“You’re right. I’ll go back and check first. If I find him, I’ll contact Director Shen and get him back to the hospital.”

Qi Yan nodded, muttered an apology, and bypassed You Yi, walking quickly out the door.

You Yi was left in a daze, looking at the lead singer. “Is he worried about my cousin’s safety, or is he excited to have found a research subject?”

The lead singer shrugged. “Who knows.”