Why is this top-tier Alpha boss acting like this? - Chapter 7

Cheng Yan felt like he couldn’t quite bring himself to be happy.

Everything before him felt like a dream. He didn’t feel the slightest sense of reality, so there was no point in talking about feelings.

He looked up at Su Runan, his eyes filled more with confusion than anything else. “Re-developing into an Omega?”

The smile on Su Runan’s face froze. He turned his head away, gave an unnatural cough, and pushed back the chair he had intentionally pulled close, returning it to its original position. He replied somewhat incoherently, “That is, we are so close, you don’t need to kowtow to me, okay?”

Cheng Yan didn’t speak further. Instead, he sat quietly in his chair, staring at the floor, his eyes out of focus. He looked as still and composed as an exquisite doll.

Perhaps unable to stand Cheng Yan’s despondency, Su Runan broke the silence. “I know it’s hard for you to accept such a sudden change in gender, but honestly, whether you’re an Alpha or an Omega, as long as your gland condition improves, your life will be completely different from before. Life goes on. Right now, things seem to be moving in a good direction, so isn’t that great?”

Cheng Yan looked at Su Runan, the confusion in his eyes not fading in the least. “I don’t have a great obsession with gender, and I don’t think being an Alpha is better than being an Omega. Like you said, Alpha or Omega, it doesn’t make much difference to me. I just feel like my life is fine right now; there’s no need for change. If there are no pheromones, then so be it. This stuff doesn’t seem like anything good anyway.”

Alphas and Omegas spend their entire lives coerced by pheromones, living with extremely limited freedom. That is why things like blockers, neutralizers, suppressants, and PB injections exist to hide pheromones.

However, as a professional, Su Runan didn’t see it that way. “You cannot say that. While pheromones can indeed be unreasonable at times, their effect on the human body is simply too great. Why do you think I am so proactive about pushing you into treatment? You are still young now, but you will realize it when you are older. When other AOs are still physically sturdy, you will be riddled with illness, your legs trembling after walking just two steps. I have seen several cases where glands had issues due to trauma, underdevelopment, or tumors. It is okay when you are young, but once you enter the 45 to 50 age bracket, diseases that typically affect the elderly will catch up to you faster. It is like the immune system suddenly decides to go on strike. You won’t die, but you won’t live well either. The quality of life is very, very poor.”

Thinking of those cases, Su Runan’s face was full of worry. “Brother, I don’t want to see you in a wheelchair before you are even fifty. If that happens, don’t blame me for pushing you out to play soccer!”

Cheng Yan fell silent. His expression still had not improved, but he knew Su Runan was right.

The human body is a precision instrument; every organ exists for a reason. As an AO, they are destined to be inseparable from pheromones. Given that, having a chance for his gland to recover made him luckier than most.

Cheng Yan fell quiet again. This time, Su Runan didn’t say anything more to comfort him. Instead, he got up and walked out of the infusion room to get the paper reports, leaving Cheng Yan with enough time and space.

Once the IV drip was finished, the nurse came to remove the needle.

Pressing down on the puncture site on the back of his hand through the medical tape, he sat in his seat, momentarily unsure of what he should do.

Suddenly, an A4 sheet of paper appeared in front of him.

He looked up; Su Runan was back.

Su Runan held a stack of report sheets but handed him only one of them.

Cheng Yan took the thin sheet of paper and looked down at the contents.

Pheromone Test Result: + (Omega), ≤ 0.28/㎡, Reference Value ≥ 35 to 128/㎡

This was his pheromone test report.

Su Runan’s voice rang out again. “Your gland has only just started to react, and the pheromones it secretes are very limited, so the value is very low. Your home pheromone detector isn’t precise enough to pick it up; it requires a blood test.”

At this point, Su Runan paused, then changed his tone. “Is that President Song of yours part dog? How could he smell it? He didn’t lean in and sniff your gland, did he?”

Cheng Yan gave Su Runan a light, dismissive glance. “I am not in the mood for jokes right now.”

His tone was as still as a deep well, flat and without a single ripple. An aura of the living dead practically wafted off him.

Su Runan tactfully straightened his expression. “Oh.”

Although Su Runan’s joke wasn’t funny, it served as a reminder: Song Yang’s perception was even stronger than that home pheromone detector which claimed to have the highest precision.

After a moment of thought, he asked, “Do I need to buy blockers now?”

Su Runan shook his head. “Not for now. Your gland cannot continuously secrete pheromones yet. It should dissipate by early tomorrow morning. Blockers have a short shelf life and are expensive; buy them as late as you can.”

Cheng Yan believed Su Runan’s words. Afterward, he emptied his mind again and followed Su Runan out. He left the hospital the same way he had arrived.

An应激 (Stress/Allergic Response) is essentially an allergy. While it can be life-threatening if severe, it is also easy to treat. As long as the right medication is used promptly, the symptoms can be alleviated. Su Runan was not even willing to save a bed for him in the inpatient department; he simply prescribed some medicine and sent him home that very night.

On the last day of the holiday, he lay at home for the entire day. Toward evening, Su Runan sent him the treatment plan.

It was a document, three full pages long.

He skipped some of the professional annotations and focused on what he needed to do.

Every seven days, he had to go to the hospital for an injection of gland nutrients, undergo a follow-up ultrasound of the gland and reproductive cavity, and take a pheromone test. He also had to take his medication on time and in the correct dosage every day; prescriptions would be issued seven days at a time.

He let out a long sigh, finally feeling the reality of being an Omega. The anxiety regarding his future life caught up with him belatedly, causing his dreams to be filled with the embarrassment of his pheromones being discovered.

The next morning, Cheng Yan arrived at the Song Corporation building on time, sporting dark circles under his eyes.

At 8:45 AM, fifteen minutes before the clock-in deadline for Song Corp employees, a long line had formed at the lobby turnstiles.

Cheng Yan hung at the back of the line. His appearance after a long absence quickly caught the attention of the employees, and those nearby turned to greet him.

With a smile on his face, Cheng Yan responded to each one.

“Assistant Cheng, is President Song coming in today? He has not been to the office for two days.”

Someone next to him asked. He looked at the person and vaguely remembered them being from the Marketing Department.

The news of Song Yang’s hospitalization was only known to the Assistants’ Office and those involved in the aftermath that day. Other departments only knew that President Song had not been to the company for two days, reason unknown.

He recalled that Song Yang would likely need to wait until his gland recovered enough to secrete pheromones again before being discharged.

The recovery period for pheromone loss of control is generally 3 to 5 days. Today was only the third day, so there was a high probability Song Yang would not come to the office.

He replied, “He probably won’t be in today. If you have important documents, you can send them to the Assistants’ Office first.”

The employee from Marketing breathed a massive sigh of relief. “That is great! Since President Song isn’t here, there won’t be any unscheduled meetings, no emergency tasks, and no S-rank pheromone attacks. Thank God!”

After saying this, the employee even exaggeratedly pressed his hands together in prayer toward the sky, looking like he had narrowly escaped a disaster. He did not notice that the efficiency of the clock-in line had suddenly increased several times over.

The originally noisy lobby fell silent. People who had been looking back snapped their heads forward in unison, staring straight ahead and focusing solely on clocking in before passing through the electronic gates as fast as possible.

Cheng Yan looked back. When he saw the familiar figure appearing at the lobby entrance, the surprise in his eyes could not be hidden.

Song Yang?

Why did this man run out of the hospital?

And, since he did not need to clock in, why did he come in through the main entrance?

Could he have taken a taxi here?

The elevators were at the far end of the lobby, separated by the turnstiles. To take the elevator, one had to pass through the gates first. But with so many people in the lobby now, if Song Yang wanted to get in, he would have to wait in line with everyone else.

Cheng Yan’s gaze shifted to the employee still piously praying.

Should he warn this person?

He hesitated. Often, if you hesitate, you lose the initiative. Just as it happened now: he only hesitated for two seconds, and Song Yang had already walked in, standing at the back of the adjacent line, right behind that Marketing employee.

Song Yang first glanced at him, then frowned at the person in front of him, asking curiously, “What are you praying for?”

His voice was not loud, but it was highly recognizable.

Song Yang’s voice was very crisp, like a thin mist under the moonlight. Just listening to the voice, one could never imagine he was a man with a bad temper.

The employees of Song Corp were all too familiar with this voice, simply because Song Yang disliked typing when assigning work; he preferred sending voice notes. Voice messages from Song Yang would pop up in the various department group chats from time to time.

The Marketing employee clearly recognized it too. His praying posture froze into a distorted shape, and judging by his expression, he had probably stopped breathing.

Cheng Yan felt a bit like laughing. He actually never understood why everyone else was so afraid of Song Yang.

He nodded toward Song Yang and took the lead in greeting him. “President Song, early morning.”

With him leading the way, the other employees followed suit.

Tok the credit of other colleagues’ frantic clocking-in efficiency, a long gap had appeared at the front of the line. The Marketing employee gave him a grateful look, greeted Song Yang while trying to blend into the crowd, and then quickly ran ahead to put several people’s worth of distance between himself and Song Yang.

Song Yang remained expressionless and did not give chase. Instead, he took a few steps and went the long way around to line up behind Cheng Yan, then said to the crowd, “Don’t mind me. Carry on; time is running out.”

As a result, the beep-beep sounds of the clock-in machines grew even faster.

Cheng Yan felt the heat source behind him as he moved forward with the line. Song Yang stayed consistently two steps behind him, following at an unhurried pace. Just as it was almost his turn, the long-silent Song Yang spoke again, his tone dropping several degrees in temperature.

“Why haven’t you cleaned off the Omega pheromones on your body?”

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