Why is this top-tier Alpha boss acting like this? - Chapter 13

Cheng Yan couldn’t help but glance at the center console display, his eyes lingering on the lyrics for a few seconds.

“We both accept That it must be because we weren’t mature enough Unable to weigh the importance of things in love Honest to a fault Unable to retreat and unable to move forward”

…

Has Song Yang been possessed?

The next intersection arrived, and it was another red light.

He brought the car to a steady stop and, unable to control himself, glanced toward Song Yang again.

Amidst this sad and regretful music, Song Yang, with his tall frame of over 190 cm, sat quietly in the passenger seat, gazing silently out the window. His perfect profile traced facial lines of interlacing light and shadow. The evening breeze blew gently, ruffling the stray hairs on his forehead; the scene was full of atmosphere.

It was actually quite moving.

Wait, what is this man doing in his car? Filming a music video?

The red light ended, and the song reached its conclusion. The music paused for two seconds before switching to the next track.

A familiar melody began to play; it was a well-known song.

Happy Breakup

Cheng Yan took a deep breath, drawing upon nearly thirty years of upbringing to suppress the urge to roll his eyes.

The car drove smoothly through the intersection and merged into the main road. The intro to Happy Breakup had just finished, and then… it was skipped.

He’s not listening?

He took a moment to look at Song Yang, his eyes filled with undisguised confusion.

Song Yang’s attention had been drawn back from outside the window. He was looking down at his phone, picking a song. Seeing Cheng Yan look at him, he spoke up dissatisfied, “What are you looking at me for? You want to listen?”

Cheng Yan frowned. When did he ever say he wanted to listen? Did he even speak?

Song Yang didn’t care if he had spoken or not. He simply looked at him with eyes that were slightly red at the corners and spoke fiercely, “Don’t listen to that song. The lyrics are bad. I am a very stubborn person and I can’t stand listening to it.”

Is there any logical connection between lyrics and being stubborn?

Song Yang changed the song with a cold face. “Are the other songs not good? I f*cking think they sound great!”

Cheng Yan: “…”

Why did he feel like he couldn’t understand Song Yang tonight? Was his own brain dull, or was Song Yang’s brain malfunctioning?

He turned his head away, using the excuse of concentrating on driving to automatically mute himself.

But even if he was muted, the car speakers played the whole way. During the thirty-minute drive, he didn’t hear a single song from start to finish. As long as a lyric didn’t sit right with Song Yang, the man would skip it without hesitation. By the time they reached Song Yang’s villa, Song Yang was still scrolling through his unfathomable playlist.

Cheng Yan got out of the car, walked around to the passenger door, opened it, and said, “President Song, you’re home.”

Song Yang looked up at him. His gaze lingered on Cheng Yan’s face for a moment, then moved past him to look behind him, before finally returning to him.

Cheng Yan: “President Song?”

Song Yang put away his phone, unbuckled his seatbelt, used the car door for support to step out, and walked toward his front door without a word.

Seeing the person safely delivered, Cheng Yan closed the car door and stood in place, intending to watch Song Yang go inside before driving home. Unexpectedly, Song Yang stopped halfway, turned around, and asked, “Are you planning to go back now?”

This question was somewhat baffling. Where else would he go if not home?

He nodded. “Yes.”

Song Yang’s expression suddenly darkened. “Why go back so early?”

Early… is it early?

Cheng Yan fell silent. He didn’t know how to answer Song Yang.

It was nearly 2:00 AM. Song Yang calls this early? Does this man even listen to what he’s saying?

Seeing him not speak, Song Yang was silent with him at first, then finally exhaled a breath of turbid air in compromise and continued, “Come over here. I have something to give you.”

With that, Song Yang continued toward the house. His pace was much slower this time; he was likely waiting for him.

Cheng Yan gave an “oh” and followed with a sense of confusion.

Song Yang opened the front door, and the lights inside turned on automatically.

Alphas have a strong sense of territory, especially regarding their residences. Many Alphas do not like having outsiders visit their homes. Consequently, Cheng Yan had only been to Song Yang’s place a few times to deliver documents. He couldn’t say it was unfamiliar, but he wasn’t well-acquainted with it either.

Song Yang changed his shoes at the entrance and even took a pair of indoor slippers from the shoe cabinet, placing them in front of him.

Cheng Yan looked at them but made no move to use them. He looked at Song Yang and said politely, “President Song, you can just hand it to me directly.”

If Song Yang wanted to give him something, he could just bring it out and hand it over. It was late at night; there was no need for him to change shoes and go inside to disturb him.

Song Yang gave a response and walked silently into the living room, picking up a kraft paper bag from the coffee table.

Looking at the familiar lotus logo on the bag, Cheng Yan was filled with surprise.

Song Yang handed him the bag, his tone muffled and his mood low. “A few days ago, President Li from Qing Jin Ji somehow heard that I bought two bottles of blockers and sent me ten more. I intended to bring them to you at the office next Monday, but since you’re here today, take them back yourself.”

He had thought Song Yang wanted to give him some work-related documents, but he hadn’t expected it to be blockers—and ten bottles at that!

Unopened Qing Jin Ji blockers are only valid for half a year. At two bottles a month, including the two given previously, this was exactly half a year’s supply!

He took the bag blankly and looked up at Song Yang. Just as he was about to speak, Song Yang cut him off. “Don’t thank me. I have no use for this stuff anyway.”

With that, Song Yang directly dismissed him. “Go back now. I need to be alone for a bit. Help me close the door when you leave.”

As if all his strength had been drained, Song Yang truly didn’t want to say another word. He turned and went upstairs, leaving Cheng Yan standing at the entrance holding a bag of blockers.

Looking at the empty living room, Cheng Yan had no choice but to turn and leave.

Since Song Yang had issued a dismissal, he had no reason to stay. However, even though Song Yang explicitly said there was no need to thank him, he still had to convey his gratitude for the gift.

He sat in the car and, before starting it, sent a message to Song Yang.

CY: Thank you, President Song. President Song: .

He drove home and took another hot shower before going to bed.

The next morning, the persistent sound of the doorbell woke him from his deep sleep.

Cheng Yan sat up in bed with a face that clearly lacked sleep. He picked up his phone to look; it was only 8:00 AM.

He had returned home at nearly 3:00 AM. By the time he washed up and actually slept, it was after 3:00 AM, almost 4:00 AM. By calculation, he had only slept for a little over four hours, and during those four hours, Happy Breakup had been playing on a loop in his dreams.

He reluctantly crawled out of bed, walked behind the front door with an annoyed look, and looked through the peephole. A face that he could recognize even if it were deformed into an M&M appeared in his view.

He let out a long sigh to the heavens and resignedly opened the door.

“Brother!!! I’m here! Surprised? Unexpected?”

Almost immediately, a cheerful voice exploded in his ear. Carrying an undeniable sense of joy, the visitor bounced into the room.

Cheng Yan helplessly brought in the suitcase left at the door and closed it.

He went to the bathroom to wash up. When he came out, the person in the living room was drinking a beverage and eating snacks, with the TV on, happily catching up on a variety show.

He sat on the sofa, rubbing his temples, and spoke tiredly, “Qin Leyan, what are you doing at my place?”

This was his younger half-brother, an Omega.

Unlike Cheng Yan’s appearance, Qin Leyan had a typical Omega look—fair skin, spirited eyes, a very slender body, and he was shorter than Cheng Yan. Although they were biological brothers related by blood, they didn’t look alike at all. Qin Leyan looked like his biological father, while Cheng Yan looked like their Omega mother.

They had a good relationship and had just seen each other not long ago. Qin Leyan was very familiar with this place and never treated himself like a stranger when he visited.

Hearing the question, Qin Leyan pressed pause and sat up straight to look at him, speaking in an exaggerated tone, “Reporting to Big Brother! The Great Doctor Su told me about your gland situation. During the upcoming treatment period, you need to intake enough nutrition and get as much rest as possible. Therefore, I, your exclusive mini-butler, have officially started my duty today. For the next two months, I will be responsible for your three meals a day and housework. You only need to provide me with room and board, until this young master’s school semester starts.”

After speaking, Qin Leyan returned to his grinning self. “Didn’t I get into W University? It’s right here in Chaos City. It’s better for me to come early and take care of you!”

Cheng Yan slumped powerlessly on the sofa, his eyes aching and swollen. He closed them. “Does your mother know you’re here at my place?”

Qin Leyan curled his lip. “She knows, but she can’t control me anymore. Don’t mind her.”

The TV resumed playing, and noisy sounds filled the living room. The two were silent for a while. Cheng Yan truly couldn’t hold out any longer; he took out his phone and transferred ten thousand yuan to Qin Leyan. “You can stay here, but don’t cause me trouble. I’m very busy with work and have no time to look after you. Use this money first; if it’s not enough, ask me. I went to sleep very late last night and want to go back to sleep for a bit.”

Qin Leyan turned the TV volume down slightly and looked at Cheng Yan with twinkling, smiling eyes. “Go on, go on. You can eat when you wake up. I’ll watch TV for a bit, and when the time comes, I’ll go out to buy groceries.”

Cheng Yan rubbed Qin Leyan’s fluffy head, smiled, shook his head, and went to catch up on sleep.

Qin Leyan was as good as his word. When Cheng Yan opened his eyes again, the house was already filled with the aroma of food.

His stomach growled right on cue. He stretched, waited for a moment, and walked out.

Qin Leyan had an apron tied around his waist and was squatting by the coffee table, doing something unknown.

Walking over, Cheng Yan saw the boy holding a bottle of Qing Jin Ji blocker with a look of disbelief. “Wow! Brother, where did you get so many blockers? These are super expensive!”

Looking at the blockers, Cheng Yan recalled the scene of Song Yang giving them to him yesterday. He wondered if Song Yang’s mood had improved at all…

He looked at Qin Leyan and replied absent-mindedly, “My boss gave them to me. You can take some to use if you like.”

Qin Leyan’s face was full of envy. “Wow! Your boss is too nice!”

Cheng Yan hummed in agreement. “He is a good person.”

Undoubtedly, Song Yang was a very good person, which was one of the reasons he was willing to pick up his boss’s call in the middle of the night within seconds.

Qin Leyan nodded in agreement. “He’s definitely a good person, just that he speaks a bit fiercely. Brother, aren’t you usually scared?”

??

Speaks?

Cheng Yan frowned. “You spoke to him?”

Qin Leyan: “Yeah, while you were sleeping. He called you; the contact name was President Song, right? I called out to you, and you pressed the answer button yourself but didn’t speak. So, I had no choice but to help you tell him you were sleeping. He told you to call him back once you wake up. Whew, you have no idea; his voice was so cold and fierce. It made me shiver; I didn’t even dare to talk back!”

Cheng Yan slapped his forehead wordlessly, trying hard to remember.

It seemed maybe perhaps, that actually happened.

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