The Innocent 'Green Tea' Alpha at Home is Actually My Boss - Chapter 17

“Lu Lin, Lu Lin, how are you? Let me see.”

Sang Weilian’s hand holding the phone trembled involuntarily. He flung the receiver aside and supported Lu Lin, reaching out to check his wound.

Lu Lin let out a muffled groan, snatched the small knife, and kicked Liu Yingguang over with a heavy blow.

He was panting heavily, his forehead drenched in sweat; he had run all the way up the stairs.

Heaven knows how terrified he was of losing Sang Weilian when he burst out of the emergency stairwell and saw the front door wide open, with Liu Yingguang aiming a knife at Sang Weilian’s back.

“Ge, are you hurt?” Ignoring his own condition, Lu Lin tossed the knife aside, desperate to check if anything was wrong with Sang Weilian.

Soon, he realized that Sang Weilian’s pheromone concentration was abnormal. It was restless, much like when they first met, though far better than the previous out-of-control episode.

Glancing sideways, he noticed the crookedly applied gland patch on the back of Sang Weilian’s neck. Lu Lin’s gaze darkened, and he immediately released soothing pheromones, wrapping Sang Weilian in a heavy shroud of scent.

Sensing the familiar mountain-spring-scented pheromones, Sang Weilian’s taut nerves instinctively wanted to relax. Instead, he grabbed Lu Lin’s uninjured hand, his face as cold as frost.

“Aren’t you the one who’s injured?!”

Those words caused the already suffocating atmosphere to drop to freezing point.

Ignoring everything else, Sang Weilian lowered his gaze and turned over Lu Lin’s left palm. There was a gash near the tiger’s mouth (the web between the thumb and index finger); it wasn’t as deep as imagined, but it was bleeding profusely.

Lifting Lu Lin’s arm, he reached out to pull up the hem of the other man’s shirt, only to find the fabric at the waist already slashed. The cloth hung loose, and blood had seeped through, staining the white T-shirt crimson.

How severe must it be for blood to soak through the clothing like that?

Sang Weilian could not control the trembling of his hands. His lips were pressed into a tight line, and he took several deep breaths before finally steeling his resolve to lift Lu Lin’s shirt and check the wound.

Seeing Sang Weilian’s lowered head and a face so solemn it was deathly pale, Lu Lin felt a dull ache in his heart.

He couldn’t bear to see Sang Weilian worry for him like this. He proactively lifted his own shirt and used his uninjured hand to clasp Sang Weilian’s, helping him stop trembling while guiding him to inspect the injury.

On the firm waist, a trail of blood formed a stark, vivid contrast against his honey-colored skin. Though shallower than the wound on his hand, it was at least a finger-length long—a shocking sight.

“Ge, I’m fine. The one on my waist is just a graze,” Lu Lin tried to soothe him.

Fortunately, the leather jacket he had been wearing was thick; it had cushioned the blow when the knife struck, resulting in only a superficial cut.

But verbal comfort was clearly ineffective this time. Sang Weilian stared at the wound for a moment, then silently stood up and walked to the sofa. He picked up his fallen phone and immediately made a call.

“Wang Gu, Liu Yingguang broke into my house. Lu Lin is injured. Get Doctor Xu to my place, now!”

“Also, notify the company in advance. It might hit the trending searches when the police arrive later.”

On the other end of the line, Wang Gu jolted, springing out of bed. He frantically threw on clothes, grabbed his keys, and rushed out the door. “Wait for me, fifteen minutes tops! I’m on my way!”

After hanging up, Sang Weilian looked at Liu Yingguang, who hadn’t moved an inch on the floor. A cold light flashed in his dark blue eyes.

He walked over to Lu Lin’s side and bent down to pick up the fruit knife stained with Lu Lin’s blood.

Lu Lin stepped forward quickly, catching Sang Weilian’s wrist. “Ge…”

“Let go.” Sang Weilian’s voice was icy. Even the look he threw back was fierce, his eyes rimmed with red.

Lu Lin’s heart skipped a beat. He released his pheromones to their fullest extent. “Fine, I’ll stay right here with you.”

Liu Yingguang was an Alpha; Lu Lin wasn’t worried about what Sang Weilian might do to him. He was more worried about Liu Yingguang using pheromone suppression to hurt Sang Weilian.

He wanted to use his own pheromones to give Sang Weilian an extra layer of protection.

Fortunately, Sang Weilian didn’t reject him again. He took a few steps forward, and this time, it was his turn to look down at Liu Yingguang, who was rendered immobile by Lu Lin’s pheromone suppression.

“You like stepping on people? Do you think just because you’re an Alpha, you can influence me? Do you have no self-awareness regarding your own low-grade pheromones?”

“You stole my things and then blamed me for not using them? Do you take me for a philanthropist, or yourself for a common beggar?”

“Since you didn’t learn your lesson in prison, I’ll teach it to you properly today.”

Sang Weilian raised his hand. The sharp blade reflected a piercing cold light under the living room lamps.

Liu Yingguang was so terrified his voice shook: “Don’t… you can’t touch me! If—if you hurt me, you can forget about staying in the entertainment industry! You’ll go to jail too!”

“Heh.”

Sang Weilian gave a cold laugh and raised the knife high.

In the next second, the sharp blade plummeted from the air, driven by Sang Weilian’s hand, and plunged violently into the carpet.

Liu Yingguang’s eyes bulged, as if he could keep his eyeballs away from the blade that way. Less than a centimeter from his face was the sharp fruit knife that could have claimed his life at any moment. Tears burst forth instantly; he turned deathly pale, his legs shaking as he frantically kicked his feet to scramble backward.

Sang Weilian, backlit and cold as ice, spoke in a tone that was perfectly calm yet chilling to the bone. “What doesn’t belong to you will never be yours. You shouldn’t touch my things.”

“And my Alpha… you shouldn’t have touched him even more.”

When the police arrived, Wang Gu and Doctor Xu followed close behind.

Pheromone suppression between Alphas is different from the attraction that exists between Alphas and Omegas; it is a mutual repulsion and hostility. The stronger an Alpha’s pheromones, the more they instill a natural sense of terror and submission in other Alphas.

The two Alpha police officers had barely stepped into the room when they were nearly suppressed into sitting on the floor by Lu Lin’s overwhelming pheromones.

Even Wang Gu and Doctor Xu, who were Betas and technically unable to perceive pheromones, found the suffocating pressure of the atmosphere unbearable and retreated several steps.

Sang Weilian took a deep breath and reminded him: “Lu Lin, come here.”

Luckily, the two tubes of suppressants had taken effect, and having grown accustomed to enduring the onset of Pheromone Disorder, he wasn’t too affected by Lu Lin’s pheromones at this moment—though he likely couldn’t hold out for much longer.

Seeing that Liu Yingguang on the floor had almost stopped struggling, Lu Lin finally obediently retracted his pheromones. He moved a step closer to Sang Weilian, making way for the police.

The police immediately escorted Liu Yingguang out, one on each side, and Wang Gu followed them.

“Doctor Xu.” Sang Weilian called back the dazed Doctor Xu. “Please take a look at his injuries.”

Doctor Xu uttered two “ohs” in succession, finally remembering he was there to treat someone. He didn’t have time to ponder the relationship between this Alpha and Sang Weilian; his attention was entirely captured by the wounds on the man’s hand and waist.

He had brought a medical kit. After examining the wounds, he immediately applied disinfectant and hemostatic treatment. “The one on the waist is alright, just a graze. The one on the hand is a bit deep and needs a few stitches. I’ve done emergency treatment to stop the bleeding for now.”

Sang Weilian’s face remained dark. “I’ll drive you to the hospital.”

Without another word, he bypassed Lu Lin, grabbed his car keys, and headed straight out the door.

Lu Lin watched his solitary, slender figure, grabbed a coat hanging on the rack, and chased after him.

Doctor Xu was briefly bewildered before running to catch up, helpfully closing the door behind them.

“Ge, it’s cold at night, don’t catch a chill.” Lu Lin raised his hand to drape the coat over him.

Caught off guard, Sang Weilian’s shoulders flinched. His eyes met the white gauze on Lu Lin’s hand, and he took the coat himself. “I’ll put it on. You stay still.”

Lu Lin blinked, his voice soft. “Okay.”

Doctor Xu didn’t even dare to breathe loudly, maintaining a safe distance behind the two.

On the way to the hospital, the car was silent. Sang Weilian kept his eyes fixed on the road, turning the steering wheel with practiced, steady movements.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Lu Lin watched as the dim yellow streetlights flashed by one by one. Streaks of light appeared and vanished across Sang Weilian’s face, yet his expression remained unchanged, veiled in an indescribable coldness.

Now he was certain: Sang Weilian was angry.

Why?

Because of Liu Yingguang’s thuggish behavior?

Because of the betrayal of a trusted assistant of many years?

Or because he had released his pheromones to suppress Liu Yingguang, inadvertently affecting Sang Weilian?

When they reached the hospital, Doctor Xu used his connections to lead them through a hidden back entrance into a private consultation room.

Opening the door to the lounge next to the consultation room, Doctor Xu instructed: “Mr. Sang, I’ll perform a small procedure on him first. Please wait here for a moment.”

“Mhm.” Sang Weilian nodded and walked straight inside.

Lu Lin kept his eyes on him until the door closed, cutting off his view.

Doctor Xu called out to him: “Um, you… please come with me.”

“You can just call me Lu Lin.” Lu Lin’s voice was deep.

Doctor Xu acknowledged him. “Mr. Lu, I’ll give you a local anesthetic first. You don’t have a history of drug allergies, do you?”

“No.” Lu Lin’s eyes narrowed slightly, making it impossible to read his emotions.

Doctor Xu noticed that as soon as Sang Weilian was out of sight, Lu Lin seemed to put on a shell; it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

It was the same during the stitching. Even with the anesthetic, an ordinary person wouldn’t be completely devoid of reaction, but Lu Lin didn’t even knit his brows. He remained expressionless, like a man in deep meditation.

“These are anti-inflammatory meds and topical ointments. The wound shouldn’t touch water for a while. If things look good, the stitches can come out in ten days. At that time, will you contact me yourself or… forget it, I’ll ask Mr. Sang later.” Doctor Xu’s first instinct was that Sang Weilian was the one in charge of their affairs.

It seemed this Alpha was indeed the owner of the hair sample Sang Weilian had brought for testing last time.

“Doctor Xu, are you very close with Ge?” Lu Lin put away the medicine and asked calmly, his hand hanging at his side.

“I’m his primary physician; we’ve known each other for over ten years.” Doctor Xu swore, “Rest assured, I’ll take your business to the grave. I won’t say a word to anyone.”

Lu Lin pursed his lips. He had wanted to ask about Sang Weilian’s abnormal pheromone fluctuations, but it seemed Doctor Xu wouldn’t speak of it lightly.

Never mind. He would wait until Sang Weilian was willing to tell him personally.

“Then, make yourself at home? I’ll clean up here.” Doctor Xu stepped aside to clear the path to the door.

Lu Lin thanked him and walked quickly to the room next door.

There was a small glass window on the plain white door, just enough to see inside. However, the lounge that had been lit earlier was now pitch black. Not a single ray of light escaped. He could only vaguely make out the silhouettes of the furniture using the light reflected from the opposite building.

Where was Sang Weilian?

Had he left? Where could he go?

A series of questions popped up. Driven by worry, Lu Lin’s heart rate suddenly accelerated. He abruptly and forcefully turned the door handle.

Click, click. The door was locked from the inside.

Lu Lin’s expression changed instantly. Just as he raised his hand to knock, a sound came from within.

The lock clicked open, and the door was pulled ajar.

A burning palm clamped onto Lu Lin’s wrist, yanking him inside.

What met him was the thick scent of wild rose pheromones and a pair of soft lips pressed against his skin.

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