The Popular/Charismatic Beta Always Thinks They Are Universally Disliked - Chapter 55

Chapter 55: Getting Ganked is Also Normal

Upon returning to Jing City from Yunnan, Wei Xingjiang was summoned to meet Wei Zhao via a phone call.

“Did you provoke Wei Yuzhi?” The older Alpha, leaning back in a large sofa, looked coldly at his biological son standing before him. “Be mindful. You are long past the age of having a parent called in.”

Wei Xingjiang found a comfortable spot to sit down, looking at Wei Zhao with indifference: “What did he tell you?”

Furious at this attitude, Wei Zhao frowned deeply: “Is that how you talk to me?”

“I thought you were used to it. After all, I haven’t called you ‘Dad’ in years,” Wei Xingjiang raised an eyebrow in surprise, then casually pulled out his phone and started browsing Moments. Seeing the meaningless junk talk from his friends, he managed a slight smile and replied to a few, clearly in a good mood.

The sharp sound of breaking porcelain suddenly erupted. The S-class Alpha’s instinct made Wei Xingjiang deftly dodge the vase thrown at him. He abruptly turned his head without lifting it. The sharp whistle of air resistance barely grazed his ear as it flew past.

No one cared about the antique vase shattered on the floor.

Wei Zhao, who had suddenly resorted to violence, was equally composed, nearly cold. His slowly retracting arm movements were solemn and indifferent, as if he were not the one who had erupted violently in a flash of lightning.

He also didn’t mourn the priceless, colorful fragments scattered on the ground.

Wei Xingjiang, having narrowly escaped, slowly raised his head. A clumsy, arm-sized vase, if it had struck him squarely, would have resulted in at least a slight concussion. Wei Zhao was absolutely not the type of person who would vent his rage by pointlessly smashing things. He had aimed to hit Wei Xingjiang.

The two stared at each other in silence, and something tenser than silence gradually emerged, like the glowing green eyes of a ravenous, drooling tiger.

Hatred, accumulated resentment, glaring confrontation, and the dangerous tension between predator and prey.

“Did you chase Wen Zhiyi to Yunnan?” Wei Zhao slowly asked.

“What if I did?” Wei Xingjiang sneered.

“Don’t you know his relationship with Wei Yuzhi?”

“I only know he wants a divorce. What age are we living in that you still talk about lifelong fidelity?” Wei Xingjiang maliciously grinned. “Haven’t you kept a few Omegas yourself?”

“Do you think I care about them?” Wei Zhao replied flatly. “No matter how little I care, if someone arbitrarily picks up something I haven’t thrown away, I won’t handle it lightly.”

His implication was that Wei Yuzhi, who was a hundred times more domineering than he was, would be even less likely to handle it lightly, especially since Wei Yuzhi clearly cared about Wen Zhiyi.

Wei Xingjiang was silent for a moment.

An indescribable, bone-deep disgust made him almost vomit. For the umpteenth time, he felt revulsion for having Wei Zhao’s blood flowing through him: “…You really are consistent.”

Consistent, and naturally contemptuous of everyone. Everyone in the world, except for Wei Zhao himself, could be categorized and classified into the uses he needed, based on different evaluation standards.

When Wei Xingjiang was young, the older Alpha, who hadn’t fully revealed his cold and cruel nature, still found it interesting to play the scene of a loving father and obedient son. But when Wei Xingjiang acquired the ability to perceive and recognize the world, that pretense became ineffective, and the iceberg completely surfaced.

Wang Han was a beautiful high-grade Omega. Her meaning of existence was to bear Wei Xingjiang for Wei Zhao. Wei Xingjiang was a rare S-class Alpha. His meaning of existence was to be invested by Wei Zhao into the field he needed. Wei Zhao spent terrifying resources cultivating this child and naturally had more patience with Wei Xingjiang.

He never considered the possibility that Wei Xingjiang would hate him, resist him, or defy him.

In the eyes of the extremely narcissistic and utilitarian Wei Zhao, such a possibility did not exist.

Many people in the Wei family were like this.

Wei Yuzhi and Wei Xingjiang were dealing with people like this. The latter was slightly better off, as his father didn’t want to destroy him, only to mold him according to his own will. The former, however, faced a group of people from a young age who wanted to destroy him, to drag him down to hell along with his parents.

This was why Wei Yuzhi didn’t want Wen Zhiyi to interact with anyone from the Wei family.

He grew up in a den of beasts, and he was naturally clear about it. He lacked empathy and sufficiently healthy emotions. It’s difficult for a person who fights with demons to adapt to life in the sun.

So, in order not to live in constant fear that the sunlight might disappear, he simply gripped the sunlight tightly, ruthlessly hypnotizing himself: It doesn’t matter if the sun loves me. As long as I love the sun, and as long as I can bask in its light, that’s enough.

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Even if everyone in the world suffered a loss, Wen Zhijie would not. This Alpha was naturally capable of protecting himself and his loved ones. He was mature, reliable, and cautious enough, so Wen Zhiyi was not worried about him and could even joke about the secret he revealed with a mind to enjoy the drama.

Wen Zhiyi, having finished his snow mountain trip, returned to his daily life. He had taken a week off, so he wasn’t in a hurry to go to work.

He needed a few days of good rest.

Zhuang Zhuang, who rushed to his feet with a coat of soft, sleek fur, had his Elizabethan collar removed and could finally lick his fur freely without obstruction. Over the past week, nearly all of Big Wen’s clothes had been covered in cat hair, leading all the company’s employees to learn that the boss kept an evil Golden Chinchilla at home.

It was said that there was a risk of further weight gain after a cat was sterilized.

Wen Zhiyi worriedly stroked the fat cat’s soft, warm primordial pouch, and then held the cat’s black paw to check if its claws needed trimming.

Zhuang Zhuang had been very docile since entering the home. Incidents of hissing, scratching, or biting had never occurred. He was so well-behaved that Wen Zhiyi occasionally wondered if he was a little simpleton.

It might also be because he had been abandoned once.

Wen Zhiyi pondered.

He opened his long-sealed thesis file and slowly began to revise the first draft. The whole process was like a mental exercise routine. Little Wen had to admit that once thesis writing was put aside, picking it up again felt quite rusty and difficult.

Revising the thesis while quietly listening to the music slowly flowing through his headphones, time passed quickly for Wen Zhiyi. He occasionally looked up to casually glance at Zhuang Zhuang’s location, then immersed himself in work again.

As he typed the final punctuation mark, Wen Zhiyi let out a long sigh, rotating his sore shoulders and back before collapsing onto the sofa, wishing he could just lie there forever.

Once the mind relaxes, the fatigue that was forcibly controlled by willpower returns ruthlessly. Wen Zhiyi yawned the moment his head touched the pillow, uncontrollably starting to drift off to sleep.

…Right, he can’t sleep yet.

He forced his eyelids open with extreme difficulty, slowly reached for the phone by his pillow, at least remembering to message Wen Zhijie that he was safe.

“Send a few pictures so I can see your little face. Miss you after two days.”

Big Wen replied instantly, despite this being a time he should be working.

Little Wen clicked his tongue, listlessly took a selfie with half his face buried in the pillow, and sent it across with sleepy eyes.

“You’re a rail, you’ve gotten so thin,” Wen Zhijie’s extremely exaggerated voice message made Wen Zhiyi twitch his mouth. “Hurry home and eat up. What time is your flight tomorrow?”

“Forgot,” Wen Zhiyi answered honestly. “Should be in the afternoon.”

“I’ll pick you up then. I have something I need to tell you,” Big Wen mysteriously tried to build suspense, but unfortunately, Little Wen wasn’t cooperating. He was the type of person who had little curiosity about such things since childhood, so Big Wen could only frustrate himself every time he tried to build suspense.

“Mhm, so mysterious, I really want to know, please tell me,” Little Wen played along expressionlessly.

Big Wen, having been brushed off, feigned a heartbreak gesture, wiping away imaginary tears, then spoke seriously: “Remember that investor I mentioned to you before? Their representative seemed a bit unhinged. I caught him trying to dig up information about the two of us, and he was disgustingly hiding in the restroom.”

He hesitated, then added with a touch of uncertainty and fear: “Also, he seems to be a Gynophile Alpha.”

The following is Wen Zhijie’s voice message regarding the Alpha who is attracted to Omegas: “I’ve been investigating Wu Cheng’s foundation recently. I have a feeling they are not simple.”

“…Shouldn’t you have done that from the start?” Wen Zhiyi gasped, realizing his brother might not be as reliable as he thought.

“You have to remember he was there to give us money!” Wen Zhijie clicked his tongue, emphasizing repeatedly, “I had no reason to refuse a money-delivering child back then! Who knew he’d be so weird?”

Someone sending money for no apparent reason?

A sudden flash of inspiration quickly crossed Wen Zhiyi’s mind. He felt he might have grasped a certain possibility.

He frowned, staring at the chat box with Wen Zhijie, recalling the messages the other had occasionally revealed over the past period, and slowly typed a few words: “What does that Wu Cheng you mentioned look like? Do you have a photo? Send it to me.”