Why is this top-tier Alpha boss acting like this? - Chapter 9

Song Yang walked past the other desks, his tightly pursed lips making it clear to anyone that he was in a terrible mood.

As he drew closer, Cheng Yan noticed that Song Yang was carrying a small kraft paper bag. On the side of the bag was a gold-stamped lotus logo.

Wasn’t that the brand logo for “Qing Jin Ji”?

Qing Jin Ji was a famous brand of pheromone blockers, often called the Hermes of blockers. A single bottle cost 32,482 yuan and lasted only half a month, but its effectiveness was legendary. It boasted a 99% blocking rate and was the only brand on the market bold enough to explicitly state such a high percentage in its product specifications.

What was Song Yang, an Alpha, doing with this? He had no use for it.

Under the confused gazes of the staff, Song Yang walked up to Cheng Yan’s workstation and placed the bag on the desk. “Give this to your Omega… friend.”

Huh?

Cheng Yan looked at Song Yang blankly, momentarily at a loss for words.

Did he have an Omega friend who knew Song Yang? Under what pretense? Also, was it just his imagination, or did Song Yang seem to be speaking through gritted teeth?

Song Yang was silent for a moment, turning his face to look out the window. “The Omega pheromones on you make me feel uncomfortable. I don’t care how… close you two are in private.”

Close what?

Everyone present subconsciously pricked up their ears, but Song Yang paused strangely at that exact moment. It was as if whatever he was about to say was too difficult to voice. After a long pause, he spoke again. “This blocker is very effective. Give it to your friend. I don’t want to smell that pheromone scent on you again.”

Looking at the bag containing the outrageously expensive blocker, Cheng Yan gradually began to understand Song Yang’s meaning.

Ever since the hospital, this man probably thought he was an Alpha with a partner. So, this bag of blockers was meant for his non-existent Omega?

Because Young Master Song’s nose was too sensitive, he could smell the Omega pheromones on him and, evidently, he hated the scent.

An employee’s romantic life was a private matter that Song Yang couldn’t interfere with. Therefore, he chose to gift expensive blockers to solve the source of his discomfort. How should he put it… paying a fee to ward off a disaster?

Cheng Yan frowned, his heart sinking.

For a split second, he wanted to ask Song Yang directly: What exactly does my pheromone smell like that you loathe it this much?

But on second thought, it seemed unnecessary. His pheromones weren’t some world-class scent with a buff; it was impossible for everyone to like his smell. There would always be someone who couldn’t stand it, and that person just happened to be his boss.

Besides, Song Yang’s request wasn’t unreasonable. With his freakish pheromone perception, he surely smelled the pheromones of every other Omega in the company. Since he hadn’t interfered with other Omega subordinates before, it proved he wasn’t naturally intolerant. He must have come here specifically because he truly couldn’t stand this particular scent.

Cheng Yan nodded, suppressing the faint discomfort in his chest, and accepted the gift. “Thank you, President Song.”

Judging by Song Yang’s reaction, if he wanted to keep this job, he had to hide his pheromones perfectly. Pheromone preferences were innate; Song Yang couldn’t control them. If he were forced to be around a scent he disliked long-term, his mood and work performance would suffer.

Song Yang had too many options; there was no reason for him to suffer through it. If he couldn’t stand it, he could just replace the assistant. Cheng Yan wasn’t irreplaceable.

Having realized this, he suddenly felt that Song Yang’s gift was incredibly thoughtful.

Seeing him accept it, Song Yang retracted his gaze from the window. He glanced down at the blocker, then gave Cheng Yan a deep, lingering look before turning and leaving without another word.

As soon as Song Yang left, Xiao Lin and the others became active. They stopped copying their “homework” and scurried over.

Xiao Lin: “Whoa! What does President Song mean? Boss, why do you have Omega pheromones on you?”

Zhang Qing: “Does the boss have an Omega? Since when? During the vacation?”

“Heat period? Omega? Boss, are you off the market?”

“Is it a sister-in-law or a brother-in-law?”

“Man, I’m so curious! What kind of Omega could catch our boss’s eye?”

Cheng Yan felt a headache coming on from the chattering. “If you have time for gossip, why aren’t you preparing the materials for the 10:00 AM meeting?”

10:00 AM? Meeting?

The smile on Xiao Lin’s face vanished instantly. “What meeting? I haven’t heard anything!”

The corners of Cheng Yan’s mouth curled up. Smiles never disappear; they just transfer from one face to another. “Just now, President Song grabbed a few ‘volunteers’ in the lobby and said there’s a meeting at ten. As for who exactly… don’t you guys have a big group chat? Go ask.”

The signature wails of Song Corp employees rang out again. Fearing they wouldn’t make it, the group scattered like startled birds. Soon, the office was completely quiet, with only the sounds of mice and keyboards dancing in the air.

The workload at Song Corp was high. Having just returned to work, Cheng Yan felt a bit out of sync. By the time he finished the last document, it was more than half an hour past closing time. He was the only one left in the office.

He stretched his neck, which was as stiff as a zombie’s, and took a quick look at tomorrow’s schedule. Once certain he hadn’t missed anything, he turned off his computer and prepared to leave, not forgetting to take the blockers Song Yang had given him.

There were two bottles in the bag, worth nearly 65,000 yuan. Song Yang had given them away without blinking. That kind of capitalistic composure was something ordinary people couldn’t emulate. If he had to buy them himself, his heart—and his wallet—would bleed.

Most people who could leave on time had already gone. The elevator arrived quickly since no one was using it. He stepped in and pressed the button for the 1st floor. As the elevator descended, he received a reply from Su Runan.

Quack: Impossible. Your gland right now is like a weak little chick that hasn’t even grown feathers. There is no way you still have pheromones after all this time. Come to the hospital after work to pick up your medicine and test again. We’ll let the facts speak for themselves so you don’t keep calling me a quack.

Seeing this message, Cheng Yan couldn’t help but glance at the top of the chat window. He had to admit, Su Runan knew him quite well.

Quack: No need to register. I’ve already pulled the medicine for you. Just come straight to me.

CY: 11 (Received)

He lowered his head to reply, completely failing to notice that the elevator had stopped and someone was standing at the door.

“Leaving this late?”

Hearing the voice, he looked up and smiled politely. “Hello, Vice President Yu.”

This was Vice President Yu of Song Corp, one rank below Song Yang. She was a very beautiful female Omega.

VP Yu entered the elevator and pressed the button for the B1 level. She stood to the side, her gaze falling on the kraft bag Cheng Yan was holding. “That blocker, your President Song gave it to you, right?”

Cheng Yan looked at her in surprise. “How did you know, VP Yu?”

VP Yu gave a wide grin. “Because he bought it from me. He barged into my office early this morning and shamelessly pestered me to part with two bottles of my blockers. I was wondering why an Alpha who’s been single for ten thousand years would want blockers. Turns out it was a gift.”

She paused. “Wait, that’s not right. You’re an Alpha too. Why did he give them to you? Is gifting blockers the new trend among Alphas?”

Cheng Yan was stuck. How was he supposed to answer that?

He thought for a moment. “President Song asked me to give them to an Omega.”

That was the absolute truth.

VP Yu’s eyes lit up with interest. “He actually has an Omega he can give blockers to? What’s the deal? Is he pursuing someone?”

Cheng Yan shook his head. “President Song said the Omega’s pheromones make him uncomfortable, so he gave them two bottles of blockers.”

The light of interest died instantly, replaced by a look of utter disgust. VP Yu rolled her eyes at the ceiling. “How classless! Only he could do something like that. If I had known, I wouldn’t have sold them to him! That Straight-Alpha-Cancer, stinking Alpha! You’d better be careful not to let him influence you. Straight-Alpha-Cancer is contagious!”

VP Yu grumbled on, fully expressing her contempt for Song Yang. Cheng Yan silently moved to the side, not daring to provoke her while she was in such a mood.

The clock-in machine was in the 1st-floor lobby. When the elevator reached the first floor, he stepped out and headed to the turnstile. After clocking out, he waited a moment before taking the next elevator to the underground parking lot. Once he found his car, he drove toward the Second Hospital.

Su Runan said he would wait in the parking lot. When Cheng Yan arrived, the guy was squatting on the ground smoking.

Cheng Yan noticed a fair amount of cigarette butts on the ground; he had clearly been waiting for a while. He parked and got out. Seeing the dark circles under Su Runan’s eyes, he realized he had delayed the man’s rest. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

Su Runan waved it off. “It’s fine. If you feel bad, buy me a meal after we’re done. I haven’t eaten yet.”

Cheng Yan chuckled. “If you want a free meal, just say so. When have I ever not treated you?”

The two chatted as they went for a pheromone test first, then headed to Su Runan’s office to get the prepared medicine. Afterward, they drove to a familiar private restaurant and found a quiet window seat.

Once the food was served, Cheng Yan remembered the blockers in his car and couldn’t help asking Su Runan, “Tell me, what are the odds of an Alpha utterly loathing an Omega’s pheromones?”

Su Runan popped a piece of beef into his mouth and replied indistinctly, “Generally speaking, it doesn’t happen. The nature of Omega and Alpha pheromones is innate attraction. However, personal preference can play a role, making an Alpha dislike a specific Omega’s scent. But even then, it’s just ‘dislike’; it shouldn’t reach the level of loathing.”

He swallowed his food and continued, “Who is it? Your Boss Song?”

Cheng Yan nodded. “It’s him.”

Su Runan made an ‘oh’ sound. “If it’s him, then it’s not surprising. His pheromone perception is freakishly strong. Every Omega pheromone that others find sweet and wonderful is magnified geometrically in his perception. Think about it: what happens when something is extremely sweet? It becomes sickly! What happens when something is extremely fragrant? It becomes a stench! That’s likely why you said he doesn’t associate with Omegas. He genuinely can’t stand it.”

Cheng Yan fell silent. He hadn’t considered that Song Yang kept his distance from Omegas for this reason; he had assumed Song Yang simply hadn’t met someone he liked.

Su Runan picked up a shrimp and began peeling it, asking casually, “So? Who does he loathe?”

Cheng Yan replied expressionlessly, “Me.”

The peeling hand stopped. The half-peeled shrimp fell back onto the plate. Su Runan looked at Cheng Yan in disbelief. “You said… who?”

Cheng Yan sighed. “Me. He told me today that the pheromones on me made him uncomfortable. He even gave me two bottles of Qing Jin Ji blockers to give to the ‘Omega’ who left the scent on me. Isn’t the meaning obvious enough? He hates my pheromones. He hates them so much that he’d rather spend tens of thousands of yuan just to make my scent completely disappear from his world.”

After hearing the answer, Su Runan held his greasy hands in the air for a full two minutes. Then, he seemingly flipped a switch for profanity, launching into a tirade filled with high “mother-count” content.

“That’s fcking bullshit! That Straight-Alpha-Cancer piece of work! You don’t have any fcking pheromones! He’s just fcking looking for trouble! You fcking listen to me: once your gland is cured, we won’t let him smell a single trace of your pheromones! As if anyone cares! F*ck, he’s pissing me off! Who does he think he is, dares to look down on your pheromones!”

Cheng Yan picked up the shrimp that had fallen back onto the plate, deftly finished peeling the shell, and stuffed it into Su Runan’s mouth. “Calm down, calm down! Eat first, stop being angry.”

He could see many people in the restaurant looking toward their table.

Su Runan chewed the shrimp, wiped his hands with an indignant face, and tapped on his phone. “I’m going to push for your test report. I don’t believe it. How could you possibly have pheromones today? That Song Yang is definitely making life difficult for you on purpose! So, what if he’s rich? Just because he’s rich he can… Holy sh*t?”

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