What to Do If the White Moonlight Omega Falls in Love with Me - Chapter 39.2

Yan Qingran was indeed in a hurry to meet Zhuang Wei. She was a person of principle—early for appointments, never late.

At 7:00 PM, the bar was quiet and nearly empty. Yan Qingran almost wondered if he got the time wrong. But when she asked the yawning bartender for Zhuang Wei’s room, the bartender snapped to attention and politely led her to a “super-luxury” private room. It looked more like a high-end suite than a bar lounge.

Zhuang Wei had arrived not long ago. A freshly opened bottle of red wine sat on the coffee table. He waved away the lean middle-aged man and asked Yan Qingran politely, “Have you eaten?”

“Yes,” she replied simply. She always disliked the “wealthy playboy” vibe, even if Zhuang Wei truly had the wealth to back it up.

Zhuang Wei gestured for her to sit. “Then shall we have a few drinks and talk?”

Yan Qingran shook her head. “No need for drinks. I want to settle this as quickly as possible.”

Zhuang Wei burst out laughing. He signaled the man to pour wine. “I’ll tell you straight: if you don’t drink with me, we will never settle this.”

Yan Qingran’s pupils contracted. She asked cautiously, “What do you mean?”

“Exactly what you think,” Zhuang Wei pushed a glass toward her. “Either wait for the original one-year agreement to expire, or drink with me tonight and see how I feel.”

Yan Qingran pounded the coffee table in frustration, causing a spiderweb crack to appear on the surface. She withdrew her hand. “Sorry. Accidentally used too much force.”

Zhuang Wei shrugged. “Minor detail.” He took a sip of wine. “If you’re willing to go to bed with me and be my exclusive suppressant, I could also agree to the breakup. You’d just have to sign a different contract.”

What kind of conditions are these? Yan Qingran felt she had come for nothing. If Zhuang Wei was a dead end, she had no leverage to talk to Yan Zhao.

She asked weakly, “Can I know why it has to be me?”

Zhuang Wei let out a soft “shh” and curled his lips, whispering two words: “Classified.”

He downed his glass of red wine and made a beckoning gesture. “Since you’re already here, have a drink before you go.”

Yan Qingran pushed the glass back. “I’m sorry, I don’t drink.” In this situation, even a fool could see that Zhuang Wei harbored ill intentions; she certainly wouldn’t touch the wine—it might even be drugged.

Zhuang Wei shot a glance at the lean middle-aged man. “Then don’t leave.”

Yan Qingran immediately stood up and kicked the private room door open, only to be met with a dizzying scent. Through her blurred vision, she saw several large men standing there holding iron bars. Dammit, does Zhuang Wei’s family run a gang?

I’m done for. That was her last thought before she completely lost consciousness.

Zhuang Wei stood up slowly, swirling another glass of red wine. The middle-aged man propped the unconscious Yan Qingran up in front of him. “Young Master, let me handle this so you don’t leave any evidence.”

Zhuang Wei pinched Yan Qingran’s chin and forcibly poured a glass of red wine down her throat. “No need. I’m just doing normal things with my fiancé using some heat-inducing drugs. What’s the problem with that?”

The spilled wine dampened Yan Qingran’s white shirt, staining it a deep crimson.

The middle-aged man’s expression shifted. “What about the Omega in heat we prepared and the recording equipment?”

Zhuang Wei brushed aside Yan Qingran’s hair and sniffed the faint fragrance near her neck gland. “Do as you wish with the Omega; send them to the hospital if you like. Keep only one camera and adjust the angle so it captures Yan Qingran clearly.”

The man nodded. He carried Yan Qingran into the large bedroom within the suite, tossed her onto the bed, and removed anything potentially offensive or sharp. He left a single recorder, locked the windows tight, and to prevent any accidents, handcuffed one of Yan Qingran’s hands to the headboard.

Well, female Alphas use their hands, but one hand should be enough, the man thought. If not, I’ll just give the key to the Young Master later.

Zhuang Wei poured himself another glass. “Keeping her by my side as a substitute forever wouldn’t be a bad idea at all,” he sighed.

Back at the Dorm

Cha Yuxuan returned to the dorm with Yun Qi, carrying the thermal food boxes. They set the meal on the table and chatted as they ate.

Yun Qi glanced at the dishes all home-cooked style. She couldn’t see anything extraordinary, yet Cha Yuxuan had praised Yan Qingran’s cooking as if it were food for the gods. It must be that ‘lover’s bias’, she thought.

Cha Yuxuan immediately went for the sweet and sour pork ribs, taking a huge bite. “Mmm, my favorite ribs,” she mumbled.

Yun Qi spread a tissue on the table for food scraps. “You can’t eat your favorite things every day, or you’ll get tired of them.”

“True…” Cha Yuxuan took a small bite of rice. “That’s why I can’t think about seeing the Senior every day, or I’ll definitely get tired of her. I won’t go looking for her for a while.”

Yun Qi: The sour stench of love is everywhere.

Taking a “just-to-try” bite of the ribs, Yun Qi froze. The outside was crispy and sweet, while the inside was juicy, tender, and savory. It was so good she nearly bit her tongue. Even the green peppers in the shredded meat dish were flavorful—deseeded and crunchy with just the right amount of juice.

After they finished everything, Yun Qi couldn’t help but admit, “Yan Qingran’s cooking is actually amazing.”

“Of course,” Cha Yuxuan said proudly. “I’ll tell her to learn more recipes. You can come over for dinner sometime.”

Yun Qi nodded instinctively. “That would be great.” Then she realized—wait, aren’t these two supposed to be fighting?

Yan Qingran was truly something; she had smoothed things over with a single meal. Yun Qi felt the pressure mounting—a “scumbag” this elusive could sweep through every high-quality Omega at Q University. But if she really was that kind of person, how had she remained scandal-free until now? It didn’t add up.

At 8:30 PM, the other two roommates returned. Deng Yingting looked at the two of them drinking milk tea and watching dramas. “Broken up and still in such a good mood? How strange,” she muttered to herself.

Yun Qi, who was fed up with her snide remarks, snapped back immediately. “Who said anything about a breakup? Don’t talk nonsense. Spreading rumors is a crime, I’m telling you.”

Deng Yingting was stunned by the retaliation. She sneered, “Someone was crying her eyes out today. I know if I’m ‘rumoring’ or not.”

“That’s none of your business,” Yun Qi scoffed. “Go worry about your pile of laundry that hasn’t been washed in a week.”

Seeing the other roommate look away awkwardly, Deng Yingting countered defensively, “Who the hell hasn’t washed clothes in a week? Don’t make things up.”

Yun Qi stood up. “You! Want to go to the washroom together and identify whose basin is full of stinking, rotting clothes?”

It had been hot lately; the sweaty clothes had been fermenting for days, making the entire washroom smell nauseating. They had reminded her before, but she still hadn’t touched them. Yun Qi was done.

“I…” Deng Yingting stammered, her face turning red. The girl next to her took several steps back as if Deng Yingting carried a foul odor.

Cha Yuxuan tugged at Yun Qi’s sleeve. “Should I play the next episode?”

Yun Qi sat back down. “Yeah, let’s keep watching.”

The third roommate, who was usually quiet and studious, approached them tentatively. “Can I try some?” She wasn’t malicious like Deng Yingting; she was just introverted.

Cha Yuxuan handed her an unopened box of desserts. “Of course! Take this one; Yun Qi and I have eaten too much already.”

The girl took it. “Thanks. If you need someone to save seats for tomorrow’s class, let me know.” She was always the first to wake up and head to the library.

The Locked Room

Yan Qingran was woken up by the heat. She had been forced to drink wine laced with heat-inducing drugs. The room was empty. She struggled to get up, only to find her left hand handcuffed to the bed.

Dammit. She twisted her body and used her right hand to pull at the cuffs. Using all her strength, she yanked three or four times until the iron ring on the headboard snapped. Her left wrist was raw and bleeding from the friction against the metal.

The more she struggled, the more the unbearable heat surged. The drug was definitely sinister. She stumbled toward the door, her face burning. The gland on her neck was throbbing. When she saw the door, she cursed internally. A thick blast-proof door? To lock someone in?

She turned to the window. It was locked with a heavy iron chain, and the glass was too thick to see through. She slumped into the corner, clutching a fragment of the broken headboard, pressing her face against the floor tiles to cool down. Her chest heaved, and her unique Alpha pheromones began to saturate the room.

So hot…

The flush spread from her neck to her toes. Her fingers were trembling uncontrollably. She clawed at the carpet, trying to steady herself, but the movement only made the tremors worse. Her lips were parched and peeling. She tore at her shirt, popping three or four buttons to vent the heat. Influenced by the drug, her mind began to wander. If an Omega were here, I would give them the most powerful, lasting touch…

Zhuang Wei took a leisurely milk and flower bath, changed into his favorite ivory silk robe, and followed the middle-aged man to the room.

The moment the door opened, the tidal wave of Alpha pheromones nearly made Zhuang Wei collapse. The man saw Yan Qingran in the corner and immediately stepped in front of Zhuang Wei. “Young Master, I suggest we cuff her feet too and leave only one hand free.”

Yan Qingran, with disheveled hair and a torn shirt, looked up with bloodshot eyes and glared at him.

Zhuang Wei inhaled the dense pheromones, looking intoxicated. The scent is so similar. His face turned red. “No need. I don’t want an Alpha who behaves no differently than a mindless toy.”

“But…”

“Get out,” Zhuang Wei interrupted. The man glanced worriedly at Yan Qingran before closing the door.

Zhuang Wei walked slowly to the bed and sat on the soft mattress, beckoning to Yan Qingran. “Come here.”

Yan Qingran closed her eyes, huddling in the corner without moving, pretending this Omega didn’t exist. It was excruciating. The moment Zhuang Wei stepped inside, her instincts were screaming, but she forcefully held back the urge to lunge.

Zhuang Wei raised an eyebrow and released a wisp of honey-scented Omega pheromones. “Still not coming over?” he asked softly.

Without warning, Yan Qingran clutched her throat and gagged twice. “Your pheromones, smell disgusting.”

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