Why is this top-tier Alpha boss acting like this? - Chapter 2

Cheng Yan gripped the doorknob, sharing a moment of dazed silence with the people outside. He waited, and seeing that no one moved, he intended to speak up, only to find his throat tightening.

He frowned and cleared his throat, relaxing his neck muscles before saying with some difficulty, “You may come in now.”

His voice was a bit hoarse, yet it remained gentle and pleasant, lending an inexplicable sense of reassurance.

The stunned crowd finally snapped out of it, swarming into the private booth like a colony of bees. Some checked for injuries while others moved the body; the scene was pure chaos.

Cheng Yan leaned back against the wall, drawing strength from the cool surface to help himself stand a little easier.

He let go of the doorknob. A distinct mark was etched into his palm, turning a deep, throbbing red as blood flowed back into the areas where he had gripped too hard.

He looked down at his hand. The rapid onset of numbness in his fingertips forced a bitter smile from him.

Some people appear calm and steady on the surface, but in reality, their soul has already left the building.

AO Physiology (People’s Education Edition): One of the most direct ways to quickly stop a pheromone riot in an Alpha of Grade A or above: Ensuring it will not be life-threatening, use a blunt object to strike them until they lose consciousness. (Proceed at your own risk.)

The moment he had stepped through that door, this exact sentence had flashed through his mind. Thus, borrowing the courage of five hundred tigers from the heavens, he had grabbed an empty wine bottle and smashed it against his boss’s head.

But he couldn’t really be blamed. The booth was full of empty bottles; it was just… very convenient.

Of course, while being “convenient,” he hadn’t forgotten to add a layer of insurance for Song Yang’s skull.

His gaze drifted uncontrollably to the right, flickering away guiltily when he saw a shirtless figure fainted on the floor from fright.

Before the strike, he had stripped Yuan the Third of his clothes to wrap the bottle, preventing Song Yang from being injured by shattered glass. In the aftermath, he hadn’t had time to put the clothes back on the man. But judging by the current situation, Yuan the Third probably wouldn’t remember anyway.

“Family? Is the patient’s family here? Who is coming with us to the hospital?”

Amidst his wandering thoughts, the voice of the medical staff—who had successfully loaded Song Yang onto a stretcher—called his soul back. He straightened up and walked over. “Here. I’m coming.”

Family? He certainly wasn’t. But he was a subordinate—they both had “ordinate” in the title—so he figured he was qualified to ride in the ambulance.

The ambulance was parked near the back entrance of the bar. It was a bit of a distance, so he jogged alongside the stretcher. Xiao Lin, being perceptive, caught up with him, phone in hand. Looking at the screen, he had already opened the voice memo app, ready to record instructions. “Boss, what are the arrangements?”

Cheng Yan quickly organized the situation in his head. “Go coordinate the compensation with the bar manager. Then, contact the legal and PR departments. We need a complete news blackout on tonight’s events. Have PR monitor public opinion closely to ensure the company’s image isn’t tarnished. Have Legal investigate that Omega who drugged Mr. Song—sue them if necessary. We are also responsible for the medical expenses of the injured police and medical staff. If you’re overwhelmed, call Zhang Qing and the others to help. Triple pay for overtime. Calculate these costs as soon as possible and bill them to Mr. Song’s private account. If there’s anything else you can’t decide on, contact me anytime.”

Xiao Lin nodded like a woodpecker. Standing at the bar’s back exit, he watched his boss board the ambulance with a look of pure worship as it wailed into the distance.

He knew it! His boss was the best!

Upon arriving at the hospital, Cheng Yan busied himself with the admission procedures. With a sweep of his hand, he swiped Song Yang’s own card to book a VIP suite complete with a living room and bathroom. He accompanied the unconscious Song Yang through various tests and finally watched over him in the room as several IV drips were started.

During all this, he found time to reply to Xiao Lin’s follow-up messages. By the time everything was settled, it was 3:00 AM. Having spun like a top all night, he felt as though his soul had completely detached, floating in mid-air where a stray breeze might blow it away.

He leaned back, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Song Yang’s glands had been overextended, but luckily, he was brought in early enough that it wasn’t a major issue. The drugs in his system had been neutralized, and the remnants would metabolize naturally. The head CT showed no internal damage. Overall, Song Yang’s glands were saved; he just needed a few days of quiet rest to recover.

That meant Cheng Yan’s job was saved, too.

Once he finally relaxed, a wave of exhaustion hit him, making his eyelids heavy. He had handled late-night emergencies for Song Yang before, but this time felt exceptionally draining.

He adjusted his position, lying down on the guest sofa. Smelling the faint scent of disinfectant in the air, he allowed his consciousness to blur.

When he woke up, the sky outside was bright.

He moved stiffly, pinching his neck, and checked the time: 6:30 AM.

On the bed, Song Yang was still deep in a medicated sleep. His steady breathing had a hypnotic quality, trying to pull Cheng Yan back into a slumber. Three hours of light sleep hadn’t done much for his fatigue, but he knew he had to get up.

His phone was flooded with messages. Most were reports from Xiao Lin and other departments, showing that things were going smoothly. However, the one that forced him off the sofa was the most inconspicuous one hidden in the pile.

Assistant Li: [Chairman Song will arrive at the hospital early tomorrow morning.]

Received at 5:45 AM.

He closed his eyes in resignation. When he opened them again, the sleepiness had been pushed down.

Assistant Li was the special assistant to Song Jicheng, the current head of the Song Corporation. When Cheng Yan first joined the company, it was Li who mentored him. After Song Yang entered the firm, Cheng Yan was assigned to work by the young heir’s side.

Since Song Yang was Song Jicheng’s biological grandson, Cheng Yan’s contact with Assistant Li was frequent. It was illogical to hide such an incident from the Old Master, so before resting, he had sent a message to Assistant Li briefly detailing the events and attaching the medical reports.

He expected a reply in the morning, but he hadn’t expected it this early.

He went to the bathroom and washed his face with cold water. Before he could even sit back down, the rhythmic thump-thump of a wooden cane hitting the floor reached his ears. Accompanied by slow footsteps, the sound drew closer and stopped at the door. Then came a crisp knock.

Cheng Yan was already at the door. As the knock faded, he opened it.

Two people stood outside. Leading them was a silver-haired Alpha holding a dark wooden cane. He looked to be in his sixties or seventies, yet his posture was more upright than most young men. Behind him was a middle-aged man in a crisp shirt and black-rimmed glasses, carrying a large bag of unknown contents.

Cheng Yan bowed slightly to the leader and stepped aside. “Chairman Song, good morning.”

The visitor was indeed the current power behind the Song family, Chairman Song Jicheng. Behind him was Assistant Li.

The Old Master looked at Cheng Yan with a peaceful smile. “You’ve worked hard.”

Song Jicheng walked into the room. Seeing that Song Yang hadn’t woken up, he intentionally muffled the sound of his cane. He walked slowly to the bedside and stared at his grandson for a long time. Finally, unable to remain standing, he sighed softly and sat on the guest sofa.

Scanning the room, his expression remained unchanged. When his gaze landed on Cheng Yan standing in the corner, he spoke softly: “Where is Song Yang’s report?”

Cheng Yan took the organized file from the nightstand and placed it on the coffee table. “Aside from pheromone overexertion, Mr. Song has no other issues. The doctor said he can be discharged once his glands recover.”

Song Jicheng looked through the file. After a moment, he pulled out one specific page and set the others aside.

Instead of responding to the medical update, he changed the subject. “I recall you are supposed to be on leave?”

Cheng Yan looked at the report Song Jicheng had singled out. His eyes flickered.

It was the head CT report.

He wasn’t sure why the Chairman had pulled that specific page while suddenly asking about his vacation. He lowered his voice and replied, “Yes.”

Due to pheromone influences, every Alpha and Omega is entitled to a special “physiological leave.” For Alphas, it’s for their rut; for Omegas, their heat. The leave usually lasts a week.

Cheng Yan had underdeveloped glands and couldn’t secrete pheromones. While this spared him from the usual hormonal chaos, he still felt more fatigued than usual during this period, and his cognitive speed and reactions were slightly dulled.

Facing a “fox” like Song Jicheng who had survived decades in the business world in this state was a significant challenge. He couldn’t read the old man’s mind at all.

Song Jicheng gripped his cane with both hands, looking at Cheng Yan with eyes as calm as still water, though his tone held a hint of apology. “I am sorry. My disappointing grandson has taken up your vacation time.”

Cheng Yan straightened up and replied seriously, “Chairman, you are overstating things.”

The Chairman of the Song Corporation apologizing to him? No, thank you.

He paused and continued, “Chairman, I apologize, it was my—”

It was my dereliction of duty. That was what he intended to say, but…

“What are you apologizing for?”

An irritable voice forcibly cut him off. Though the voice was as weak as a ghost, it rang clearly in everyone’s ears.

Cheng Yan froze, looking toward the bed in surprise.

The man the doctor swore wouldn’t wake up until noon was actually awake this early?!

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