The Innocent 'Green Tea' Alpha at Home is Actually My Boss - Chapter 34

“If you want to learn how to behave and focus on acting, stop messing with me. I can teach you, but before I do, let’s end our contractual relationship first.” Having eaten and drunk his fill, Sang Weilian put down his chopsticks.

Lu Lin reacted as if his tail had been stepped on, hurriedly refusing: “No!”

Then, fearing his tone was too stiff, he lowered his body and softened his voice to ask: “Ge, if the agreement is dissolved, do you still want me?”

“Hello, ordinary entertainment industry colleague,” Sang Weilian replied, leaning back against the chair to observe Lu Lin’s reaction.

As expected, Lu Lin grew anxious, his tone becoming increasingly aggrieved: “Ge, do you really have the heart to do that?”

When asked this, Sang Weilian actually began to consider it seriously.

Lu Lin’s skills in bed were quite good; it was obvious he lacked experience but was exceptionally gifted with a strong ability to learn. His pheromones were highly compatible with his own, and he wasn’t annoying most of the time, he was quite obedient. If he truly got rid of him and replaced him with someone else, it was hard to say if he would even tolerate another person’s pheromones.

However, four days ago, he had suffered a setback and shed tears because of Lu Lin. How could he not get his revenge?

“I can consider it. If there’s a better Al—” Before he could finish his sentence, his lips were suddenly and frantically kissed by Lu Lin.

Beyond his surprise, Sang Weilian’s eyes widened, instinctively thinking of the worst-case scenario.

Was Lu Lin…?

Trying to use pheromones to suppress him again?

In the next second, to Sang Weilian’s surprise, the scent of mountain spring pheromones wrapped around him soothingly, as if conveying the owner’s will a hidden tenderness beneath the assertiveness.

Not only obedient but also teachable.

This thought flashed through Sang Weilian’s mind.

After most Alphas tasted the pleasure of using pheromones to suppress an Omega, few could resist becoming addicted to it. But Lu Lin truly remembered what he disliked and was using his own way to regain his trust.

Sang Weilian’s lips curled into a smile. He reached up to cradle the back of Lu Lin’s head, pulling him closer.

His teeth bit into Lu Lin’s lower lip, leaving a crimson mark before their tongues intertwined. Amidst the scorching breath, Lu Lin felt relieved to receive a response and hooked his arm around Sang Weilian’s waist, lifting him up.

Sang Weilian had just finished his heat period. Because he hadn’t been “watered” by an Alpha, he hadn’t achieved true satisfaction, and at this moment, he couldn’t help but feel a stir of desire.

Hooking his legs around the other man, he raised his glistening eyes, his dark blue pupils shimmering like ripples on water: “Do you want to do it?”

Lu Lin’s heart raced from the temptation. He swallowed unnaturally and endured his desire, saying: “But Ge, your heat has already passed.”

“So? Is there a rule that says you can’t have sex after your heat has passed?” Sang Weilian teased him. “Lu Lin, surely you aren’t this innocent?”

Lu Lin stopped restraining himself. Before pouncing, he responded: “I am exactly this innocent.”

Gentle kisses traveled downward. At some point, Sang Weilian’s clothes had been ruthlessly discarded on the floor, while Lu Lin still wore his shirt loosely.

When an Omega is not in heat, the place used for acceptance is not as comfortable as during the heat period. The hotel was unexpectedly thoughtful, having prepared items for lovemaking in the bedside table.

Sang Weilian’s waist was supported, his body drenched in sweat, his blurred gaze falling on Lu Lin’s face.

Lu Lin was exceptionally serious and patient. Even after ten minutes had passed, he didn’t seem to be in a hurry, though sweat was actually dripping from his forehead from the restraint.

Sang Weilian panted and said: “It’s fine. I’m not a porcelain doll that breaks at a touch.”

“Then bear with it, Ge. If it hurts, tell me.” Lu Lin kissed the corner of his lips, supported his waist, and pushed himself in.

Sang Weilian’s eyes welled with tears. He hugged him and let out a muffled groan, his fingertips leaving trails of scratches on Lu Lin’s shoulders.

Outside the window, the wind began to blow again at some unknown time. Before long, raindrops hit the windowpane, making a rhythmic “pitter-patter” sound.

It was clearly the kind of rainy night he disliked, yet Sang Weilian didn’t feel the slightest bit of aversion; naturally, he didn’t find it difficult to endure.

The Aftermath

In the early morning, the sky was still pitch black and all was silent.

Sang Weilian, who had been cleaned up and was being held in Lu Lin’s arms, heard the man behind him ask in a deep voice: “This afternoon, did that person say something to you… like a confession or something?”

“How did you… cough cough, how did you know?” As soon as Sang Weilian spoke, he realized his voice was incredibly hoarse. He cleared his throat before asking again.

“Because you said you would teach me ‘how to stop hitting on you’.”

Sang Weilian laughed: “I also said I’d teach you how to act properly. You can’t just remember half of what I say.”

Lu Lin acted shamelessly, nuzzling against the back of his neck which gave off a sweet wild rose fragrance: “Then am I right? Did he say he likes you?”

As he asked these questions, his heart felt like a tipped vinegar jar overturned and churning, a truly unpleasant feeling.

“He didn’t say it.” Sang Weilian pondered for a moment before adding, “I suppose he didn’t have the chance to say it. I just saw through him.”

“You saw through him?”

Sang Weilian didn’t answer.

Too many people wanted to get close to him. They said they liked him, but they might just want to investigate his pheromones as an Omega, or they might just be after the resources in his hands and want to use his connections.

Furthermore, his personal experiences since childhood made him deeply distrustful of the illusory concept of “love,” so it was very difficult for him to judge whether a person’s “liking” was real or fake.

But not being able to judge the truth didn’t mean he couldn’t see the emotion of wanting to approach him, nor did it mean he couldn’t refuse. To avoid emotional trouble, he was more inclined to nip the other party’s ideas in the bud as soon as he noticed a sign. This could save him ninety percent of future trouble.

Lu Lin suddenly felt a bit nervous. He asked: “If you see through it, would you refuse because you don’t like them, or would you consider it before refusing?”

Sang Weilian thought for a long while before answering: “I would refuse everyone. I won’t love anyone.”

Lu Lin’s arms tightened around him, and he said gloomily: “Is that so? Why? Don’t you think you’ll meet someone you like?”

Sang Weilian felt this kind of question was meaningless. If someone else had asked him this in normal times, he would definitely think they were talking nonsense and refuse to answer.

But Lu Lin’s tone was too pitiful, as if he would cry right then and there if he didn’t get an answer.

So he said slowly: “When I say ‘won’t,’ I mean I don’t possess the ability to love someone.”

Lu Lin’s eyes widened: “I can teach you! I can be your teacher!”

He was, after all, a “love veteran” with eleven years of experience in secretly crushing on Sang Weilian!

Sang Weilian frowned: “You, be my teacher? Are you sure you’re not just trying to take advantage of me? You certainly have a lot of ambition.”

Finally, he added: “I don’t want to learn. Things are fine as they are now.”

He murmured: “My father lost his life because of so-called ‘love’.”

Lu Lin froze. He buried his head against the back of the other’s ear and didn’t ask further, only saying: “Then we’ll keep things as they are. If Ge is comfortable, I am happy.”

His voice was deep, and he didn’t ask a single question he shouldn’t have.

Drowsiness surged. Sang Weilian shifted his body, found the most comfortable position in Lu Lin’s arms, and slowly sank into a dream.

The Following Days

The next morning, as Sang Weilian watched Lu Lin busily passing him chopsticks and picking up food for him, he finally remembered to ask the question that had remained unanswered.

“How did you end up here?” Sang Weilian raised an eyebrow. “And you even found me at the hotpot restaurant.”

Lu Lin blinked innocently: “The day before I came, while I was coaxing you to sleep, I told you ‘see you tomorrow.’ Did you not hear me, Ge?”

Sang Weilian choked: “I was asleep.”

“I know. I only said it while you were asleep.” Lu Lin let out a low laugh.

Realizing he had been played, Sang Weilian reached out to pinch his ear, and Lu Lin repeatedly begged for mercy.

After the two fooled around for a bit, Lu Lin continued his explanation: “This is the only hotpot restaurant near the film set with a good reputation. I found it just by searching on Xiaohongshu.”

“But didn’t your next drama start filming? What will you do if you stay here? Are you not going to film?” Sang Weilian frowned.

“I have to film. I’ll head over in a few days. The crew sent out the filming schedule; I just need to be there by April 2nd.” Lu Lin calculated the time. “There’s still a gap of more than half a month. I checked—there are no suitable scripts lately, so I’m treating it as a small vacation. Can I stay here to accompany you, Ge?”

Sang Weilian paused in the middle of biting a bun. He swallowed the food before saying: “What does this make me? Hiding a beauty in a golden house?”

“Hiding an Alpha in a golden house. If you want a ‘beauty,’ that’s fine too.” Lu Lin inserted the straw into the milk for him, jokingly thick-skinned.

Sang Weilian was amused by him: “You certainly know how to adapt. Then you can stay here for now. If you go out…”

“I’ll report my movements, I’ll bring an umbrella if it rains, and I can find my way back without navigation.” Lu Lin raised his hand as if taking an oath. “Don’t worry, Ge. I definitely won’t cause you any trouble.”

“You won’t go to the set?” Sang Weilian didn’t believe him.

“Can I go?” Lu Lin immediately took the opportunity, his eyes wide and full of longing.

Sang Weilian hesitated briefly before nodding in agreement: “You can.”

He had originally worried that Yu Guangxi might have guessed their relationship wasn’t simple and might spread rumors. But then he realized that even if Lu Lin didn’t show up at the set, if Yu Guangxi wanted to talk, he couldn’t stop the rumors from spreading anyway. It was better to just openly say they were brothers. Even if people were suspicious, they wouldn’t have any actual evidence.

“Great!” Lu Lin was overjoyed. “I won’t go often. I’ll just go see you when I miss you.”

Sang Weilian’s heart warmed, but he didn’t respond.

The Rival

In the following period, Lu Lin indeed did not appear at the film set frequently. He would only come once every two or three days, usually staying for only half an hour to say a few words to Sang Weilian before leaving.

Sang Weilian initially thought this was good. After all, Lu Lin’s pheromones were very helpful in maintaining the stability of his physical condition. During those brief half-hour meetings, being soothed by Lu Lin’s pheromones made his acting state perfect it couldn’t be better.

Moreover, since that day in the meeting room, Yu Guangxi had never again entertained the thought of taking things further, nor had he spread rumors. Thus, the crew had completely accepted the explanation that Lu Lin was Sang Weilian’s younger cousin from afar.

However, as he visited more often, Lu Lin somehow became familiar with everyone on the crew. Even the investor, Lu Chunbai, who occasionally inspected the set, took notice of him. Furthermore, because he was a high-quality Alpha, he was exceptionally popular with some Omegas. A few individual Omegas even took the opportunity while Sang Weilian was filming to show their affection to Lu Lin.

“Brother Lu Lin, I really like you. Are you interested in dating me?”

Today was one of those days. Sang Weilian just happened to walk off-camera and witnessed the confession scene before he had even removed his makeup.

Sang Weilian narrowed his eyes. He really wanted to hear how Lu Lin would answer, but after standing there for a moment, he felt this behavior was too beneath him.

There’s nothing to be curious about, he thought, turning to leave.

In the next second, he heard Lu Lin’s deep and gentle voice from not far behind him: “I’m sorry, I already have someone I like.”

Sang Weilian sensitively realized that the tenderness in those words wasn’t directed at the Omega who had confessed to him, but toward the person he spoke of.

Did Lu Lin really have someone he liked?

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