The Dangerous Omega Who is Good at Disguising Always Wants to Hook Me! - Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Their Attributes Are Incompatible

Rarely, for the first time in years, Qi Yan slept well.

The moment he woke up, he was still in a daze. No insomnia, no dreams just peaceful sleep. When he opened his eyes, the sky was already bright.

This is a common occurrence for most people, but for Qi Yan, it was precious beyond measure.

However, good things rarely come in pairs. He slept until past nine o’clock, but he had originally agreed to pick up his mentor at eight. The result was that he was late; there were three missed calls from Qin Yimin.

Startled, Qi Yan jumped out of bed, putting on his clothes while making a call. As soon as it connected, he immediately began to apologize.

But his mentor on the other end was cheerful: “Xiao Yan, no need to rush, take your time. It’s rare for you to actually oversleep. Just head straight to the restaurant later; don’t bother coming to pick me up. It just so happens that Mr. Shen also had something come up and called early to push our meeting back. We’re meeting at eleven, so there’s still plenty of time.”

Thanks to Chen Buqian’s big mouth, no one didn’t know that Qi Yan was a chronic insomniac. Fortunately, his mentor was a very kind old man.

“Teacher, I am truly sorry.” Qi Yan ran a hand through his messy hair, feeling like he had done nothing but apologize for the past two days either to others or for himself.

“Hehe, it’s fine. Young people should sleep more. I’ll hang up now; see you later.”

Hanging up the phone, Qi Yan fixed his shirt which he had put on backward and went to wash up. Since there was no rush, he would groom himself well to leave a good first impression on the head of the research institute.

Though there were many other options, Qi Yan’s primary goal remained the private research institute under the Shen Group. He walked to the desk, organized the documents he had retrieved last night, put them back into the file bag, and tucked it into a drawer.

He couldn’t continue investigating the events of years ago for the time being. If he could successfully enter the Shen family’s institute, he could slowly find a way to investigate then.

Qi Yan left early. The address Qin Yimin sent wasn’t far; it was a private custom restaurant, outrageously expensive the kind of place neither Qi Yan nor Qin Yimin would ever choose. The person who chose it was naturally the client they were meeting.

As he stepped out, he subconsciously glanced toward his neighbor’s door. It was very quiet, as if no one lived there, a stark contrast to the noise of the previous days.

It’s the weekend, so they probably aren’t working?

Qi Yan thought of the neighbor he met last night, sitting quietly at the bar, fingers holding the glass, head slightly bowed around the straw, skin dazzlingly white. The black-rimmed glasses hid his three beauty marks, long eyelashes cast downward to mask his gaze, and his lips were pursed and red, glistening with moisture from the drink…

“Ding!”

The elevator doors opened. Qi Yan pinched his own cheek hard.

He must be ill, thinking about a stranger Omega all day and night. Luckily he hadn’t run into the neighbor; otherwise, he’d feel a bit guilty. What normal person thinks of such messy things after only meeting a stranger twice? It would be better to keep his distance from the neighbor as much as possible in the future.

Perhaps Chen Buqian was right, and he really should date.

Forget it, don’t overthink. As soon as that thought appeared, Qi Yan felt an inexplicable palpitation. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and hailed a taxi to Shangwei Zhai.

As long as he paid attention to the time he left every day, he shouldn’t run into the neighbor. Meeting at the bar last night was likely a coincidence. He could tell the neighbor wasn’t someone who frequented bars. That way, their circles basically wouldn’t overlap. Aside from living close by, there probably wouldn’t be any more contact.

“What a coincidence, are you here for lunch as well?”

Qi Yan, who had spent the whole ride convincing himself of their lack of connection, had just stepped out of the car when he heard that familiar yet strange voice, though it was much raspier than yesterday.

Qi Yan subconsciously looked over: “What happened to your voice?”

He hadn’t expected his mouth to move faster than his brain, asking before he even saw the person. It made them seem like acquaintances, and Qi Yan felt a bit awkward.

Standing on the steps, the neighbor was clearly stunned by Qi Yan’s first sentence. Then he slowly began to laugh, his eyes curving behind his lenses, very bright: “It’s nothing, thank you for the concern. I just accidentally hurt my throat.”

“That’s good then. It really is a coincidence; I didn’t expect us to meet again.”

Three coincidences in a row gave Qi Yan a subtle feeling. He smiled: “Are you waiting for someone? Then I won’t disturb you.”

Qi Yan had thought about it all the way there. He was clear that he shouldn’t have too much contact with the neighbor; therefore, there was no need to get to know him properly. After a few polite formalities, he prepared to walk toward the nearby bus stop to meet his mentor.

Palms clenching tightly, fingertips digging into the flesh, the smile on the neighbor’s face vanished the moment Qi Yan turned around. He stared at Qi Yan’s receding back, unconsciously gnawing on his thumb.

“Clatter!”

Qi Yan, who had only walked a few steps, suddenly heard a sound. He subconsciously turned around to look; the neighbor who had been standing on the steps had somehow fallen.

He was sitting awkwardly on the ground, his black-rimmed glasses having fallen to the side. His already fair face had turned deathly pale, cold sweat rolling down his cheeks. He pressed his lips together tightly, devoid of his previous composure.

How did he fall just as I turned my head?!

Qi Yan froze for a second, then strode back and knelt down: “Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself anywhere? Don’t rush to get up. I’ll call an ambulance for you or contact your family…”

The neighbor instinctively grabbed his sleeve, then reflexively let go. His long eyelashes fluttered gently. His pale face wore an apologetic smile: “Sorry, I’ve troubled you again. I’m fine, I just missed a step and twisted my ankle. No need for an ambulance.”

“Does it hurt anywhere else besides your foot?” Qi Yan glanced at his ankle area. Because the neighbor was sitting on the ground, his pant leg was pulled up slightly, clearly revealing a rapidly swelling ankle.

The neighbor stole a few glances at his face, keeping his eyelids lowered, not daring to expose the emotions in his eyes. He slowly shook his head and said, “No. Thank you for your concern. Could I trouble you to help me inside?”

“I have an appointment with a client at eleven; it’s not convenient to leave right now. There’s a doctor in the establishment; a simple treatment will do.”

It was a request hard to refuse. The neighbor had taken a nasty fall, his ankle was swelling badly, his beautiful face was white as a sheet with cold sweat on his forehead, and his glasses lay on the ground. Those three beauty marks were exceptionally prominent on his pale face.

This aggressive, aloof, and cold countenance appeared quite fragile at this moment, yet he was forcing himself to stay calm he was a very stubborn Omega.

Qi Yan noticed his palms were scraped and bleeding. In the end, he couldn’t just stand by and do nothing. He paused, reached out to pick up the glasses for him, and said: “I’ll take you in.”

Blood was flowing, but Qi Yan did not smell any pheromones. It seemed the neighbor also took ample protective measures and wouldn’t easily leak Omega pheromones to affect others.

Qi Yan carefully observed the neighbor’s condition. With one hand supporting his back and the other sliding under his knees, he cautiously picked the man up.

The neighbor instinctively wrapped his arms around Qi Yan’s neck. His fingertips trembled, and he was about to let go and explain.

Qi Yan looked down at him and asked: “Do you feel pain anywhere else?”

He was worried the neighbor might have hit his head or back, but based on observation, it seemed okay. However, as an Alpha, he couldn’t just start feeling up a stranger Omega’s body, so Qi Yan couldn’t be one hundred percent sure.

“N… no.” Looking at Qi Yan’s face from such close proximity, the neighbor’s breathing even stalled. He hurriedly put his glasses on to cover those three beauty marks, his movements revealing a hint of panic: “Sorry, I must be heavy.”

He was masking the true reason for his panic.

“Not heavy, you’re quite light.” Qi Yan carried the neighbor toward Shangwei Zhai. He truly wasn’t heavy; in fact, he was remarkably light. For someone who looked quite tall, he was much lighter than imagined.

The neighbor’s nose twitched. He didn’t smell any pheromones on Qi Yan—neither those of another Omega nor his own Alpha pheromones. A stinging pain came from his palm. The neighbor desperately wanted to wrap both arms around Qi Yan’s neck, but he didn’t dare offend him, suppressed the longing in his heart.

Unaware of the neighbor’s thoughts, Qi Yan just wanted to get him inside quickly. However, halfway there, a voice came from the distance.

“Xiao Yan, what are you doing?”

Qi Yan subconsciously turned his head. Qin Yimin was riding over on his vintage bicycle, looking at him and the person in his arms with bright, thoughtful eyes. He then broke into a loud, ringing laugh: “Boyfriend?”

“Teacher.” Qi Yan felt helpless. He didn’t believe for a second that Qin Yimin couldn’t see the neighbor had fallen; he was just helping a stray, fallen Omega.

The neighbor was truly unlucky—respiratory alkalosis the night before last, drinking his cocktail last night, and falling right in front of him today. Perhaps their attributes were simply incompatible.

“Hahaha, just joking, just joking, don’t mind me.” Qin Yimin slowed down, his feet on the pedals. When the bike was about to stop, he kicked off the ground forcefully, leaping off the seat and hopping to a stop behind the bike.

Qi Yan’s brow twitched: “Teacher, you’ll get hurt easily getting off like that.”

If another person went down, he wouldn’t be able to carry them.

“It’s fine, it’s fine.” Qin Yimin pushed his bike over with a smile. He didn’t look at Qi Yan, but looked first at the person he was carrying: “Has Mr. Shen accidentally fallen and injured himself? Are you okay? Should we go to the hospital first?”

“Eh?”

Qi Yan froze. He suddenly looked down at his neighbor. His surname was Shen? And he had an appointment at Shangwei Zhai? His identity was practically self-explanatory. Qi Yan’s mood suddenly became increasingly subtle.

“Professor Qin needn’t worry, it’s just a minor injury. There’s a doctor inside; just some medicine will do.” Meeting Qi Yan’s gaze, the neighbor appropriately showed a hint of surprise, his narrow, beautiful eyes curving: “So you are Professor Qin’s student. It’s really a coincidence.”

For no reason, Qi Yan felt his neck tightening. Even though the neighbor was only lightly resting a hand on his shoulder, Qi Yan felt uncomfortable as if a cold, damp venomous snake were coiling around his neck, bringing a sense of drowning suffocation that made him avoid the neighbor’s gaze.

“Yes, it really is a coincidence.” Qin Yimin looked at Qi Yan and urged: “Xiao Yan, hurry up and take him inside, don’t dawdle.”

Qi Yan: “…”

He suddenly felt the person he was holding was a bit heavy and a bit prickly.