Ethan Yin frowned slightly, thinking that Alex Tang might not be very clear-headed at the moment.
Glands are half of an Omega's life. They rely on glands to store energy and maintain their vitality. An Omega without glands is like a pool of stagnant water, which cannot even cause a ripple when the wind blows.
Although as an Alpha he could not experience it personally, but with the patient who had the surgery in the afternoon as an example, Ethan Yin at least knew how much of a threat gland removal would pose to life.
"No." He refused subconsciously.
Alex Tang still looked up, his eyes never leaving Ethan Yin: "Then don't cut it." A drop of cold sweat slid down the side of his face, but he smiled, "I knew you couldn't bear to do it."
Ethan Yin pursed his lips and said nothing. When he walked away, Alex Tang's hand holding his clothes loosened, and he staggered a few times and hurriedly held onto the wall.
Picking up the half-folded clothes on the sofa, Ethan Yin suddenly said: "This house is rented."
The Alpha's strong pheromones left, Alex Tang breathed slowly, raised the corners of his pale lips and maintained a smile: "I can touch here, how can I not find out the owner's name?
Ethan Yin was stunned for a moment, but soon realized, "I took out a loan." He straightened up and turned his gaze to look at Alex Tang, "I'm the same as before, I have no money."
Alex Tang's face turned even paler, and he bit his still trembling lips helplessly: "That's right, after all, it's such a big house, and the location is good, it's not realistic to pay the full amount."
Seeing that he had no intention of leaving, Ethan Yin assumed that he had not yet come to his senses and pulled himself out. He threw his clothes on the bed in the bedroom, walked past Alex Tang who was standing there as if no one was around, and returned to the kitchen.
When I lifted the lid of the pot, the steaming hot air melted into the slightly cool air of early autumn, just like some kind of reaction caused by the collision of pheromones in the living room just now. No matter how enthusiastic and eager the one trying to integrate is, if the stronger party resists a little, all efforts will be in vain.
This is an inherent advantage of being an Alpha, and many evil-minded Alphas in society use this advantage to bully others and satisfy their selfish desires. Even if they don't have those bad intentions, using it to exert pressure is an ability that Alphas can use to their heart's content in the workplace or in interpersonal relationships.
As an adult Alpha, this was the second time Ethan Yin had used it in more than 20 years. Although the extent was far less than the first time, it still made him feel uncomfortable as if he had touched his bottom line.
But the invader had no idea of the danger and kept approaching.
Alex Tang's leg injury had not yet healed, so he made quite a noise when he walked. He hopped over to the side of the stove and stood still: "You cooked some porridge, which is just right for the salted duck eggs I brought."
Ethan Yin pretended not to hear anything. After stirring the mixture, he put the lid back on, rinsed his hands and walked out.
The hurried and stumbling footsteps were accompanied by the lingering elegant fragrance. When they reached the center of the living room, Ethan Yin turned around, with a look of impatience between his brows: "Are you not leaving yet?"
He had said everything he could say. One more word would have been like adding a piece of firewood to the bottom of a boiling pot, causing the boiling water to overflow and burn his heart and lungs.
It also made the eyes of the person in front of me red.
Alex Tang's cheeks were tense, and the smile seemed to disappear, but it was retained after he gritted his teeth.
He tried his best to open his eyes wide to drive away the dampness, wanting to see the person in front of him clearly. Even though this face had been worn away by more than two thousand days and nights, it was still as clear as engraved with a knife in his mind.
"Except for here..." Alex Tang looked at Ethan Yin from less than a meter away, his throat rolling unnaturally because of sobs, "I have no other place to go."
There was a night of sparse rain and strong winds. When I opened the window in the morning, the air was still filled with the fragrance of earth.
Today is a rare day off, and Ethan Yin had made plans in advance. After washing up, he returned to the room, glanced at the windbreaker that was casually thrown on the bedside yesterday, turned around, opened the closet, and took out a new coat.
I drove out the same way as yesterday, but I didn't have breakfast today. Ethan Yin was used to completely relaxing on his days off, not studying or working, and trying to skip any work that could be avoided.
After changing my clothes and picking up the car keys on the chest of drawers in the hallway, I saw a piece of paper under the vase. I pulled it out and saw that it was a piece of sticky note that can be found everywhere, with a line of beautiful words written on it: Eat breakfast on weekends too.
Even though there was no signature, Ethan Yin could tell who it was.
It was impossible to leave without leaving behind these annoying words. The fingers holding the paper tightened, and Ethan Yin finally did not waste time crumpling it into a ball and threw it directly into the trash can at the door.
The car left the road and drove into a spacious auxiliary road. Ginkgo trees were planted on both sides of the road. In early autumn, most of the leaves were still green, with only the edges of the leaves slightly yellowing.
It was still early, and the people in charge of cleaning had not started work yet. The wheels silently rolled over the dead leaves that were blown to the ground by the wind and rain, reminding Ethan Yin of this time in N City. If it had rained the night before, when he stepped on them, in addition to the splashing water, he could also hear the crisp sound of the hard sycamore leaves.
After stopping for a moment in front of the carved iron gate, the gate opened and the view suddenly opened up. Ethan Yin parked the car in the open space in front of the building, and under the guidance of the butler who escorted him all the way in, he walked around the garden and entered this majestic Chinese-style mansion.
As soon as he entered the room, someone announced: "The young master has arrived."
Ethan Yin had not been here many times and was not used to the rules of this family. Out of politeness, he wanted to wait for someone to take him in. The old man sitting on the sofa in the living room waved to him: "Xiao Chen is here, come and sit down."
He walked over and respectfully called out, "Grandpa."
Gregory Yin is over 80 years old, with gray hair, but still in good health. He was happy to see Ethan Yin: "Have you been very busy with work recently?"
Ethan Yin sat down next to him: "Fortunately, the surgery schedule was quite tight."
"You shouldn't have studied medicine in the first place. You studied so many more years than others. Now that you finally have a job, you have to start from the grassroots level." Gregory Yin put the teacup on the coffee table, his face darkening. "If your mother hadn't taken you to that shabby place and hid you, she would have kept you by my side. You wouldn't have to suffer so much now."
Gregory Yin and Lydia Lin have never gotten along. Even with Ethan Yin's mediation over the years, the relationship has not changed at all. On the contrary, because of his future, the conflict between the two sides has become increasingly serious, and now they have almost reached the point of never speaking to each other again.
"It's not hard," Ethan Yin had given up trying to persuade him. He came here every two weeks just to complete his mission, or to repay a favor. "If I hadn't studied medicine, how could I have taken care of Grandpa's health?"
Gregory Yin laughed again after hearing this: "Well, my eldest grandson is still filial and sensible, much better than that useless one."
When the good-for-nothing came back, Ethan Yin had just measured Gregory Yin's blood pressure. He took off his stethoscope and recorded the value in a special notebook.
Gregory Yin asked the visitor: "Where is your father?"
The young boy at the door kicked off his shoes casually, put on a pair of slippers and walked in: "That's your son, you ask me?"
Yin Zheng ignored Ethan Yin's advice to "stay calm" and said with a frown, "You said you would come back for lunch, where have you been? You and your son are the same, who else should I ask if not you?"
The young boy said with a playful smile: "Then I'll call you and ask." When he walked into the hall and saw someone sitting opposite Gregory Yin, he immediately became excited, "Hey, big brother is here."
Ethan Yin was not close to his nominal brother Dylan Yin and only nodded as a greeting.
Dylan Yin, on the other hand, was very casual and familiar. He sat down next to Ethan Yin and asked, "Brother, what have you been busy with recently? Why haven't you come home for so long?"
"Not busy at all." Ethan Yin said.
Dylan Yin winked and said, "You are in love, right? When will you bring your sister-in-law home to play with you?"
"Play, play, play. All you do is play!" Gregory Yin almost threw the teacup lid at Dylan Yin's head. "Your brother is not like you who is ignorant and unlearned. I will find him a suitable marriage later and leave you far behind!"
Dylan Yin still smiled and said, "Go ahead, go ahead. As a younger brother, I should take the blame for my elder brother."
When Gregory Yin went back to his room, Dylan Yin came over and lowered his voice: "Brother, do you really want to listen to the old man's arrangements?"
Ethan Yin did not give a direct answer, but only said: "My work is not on track yet, so I don't have time to think about this."
"That's what I told you." Dylan Yin clapped his hands and said, "If you don't have more fun while you're young, you'll definitely regret it when you're old."
Ethan Yin smiled without commenting.
After putting away the medical equipment, Ethan Yin bent over and accidentally caught a glimpse of the photo on the screen of Dylan Yin's mobile phone, who was slumped on the sofa.
Noticing his gaze, Dylan Yin turned his phone over to show him off: "I've recently fallen for this Omega. Is she hot?"
Ethan Yin looked at him again and didn't answer.
"He's a little celebrity, the kind that relies on traffic." Dylan Yin took the initiative to introduce him, "But he's good-looking, and he's very arrogant. He ignored me after I asked him out a few times. Tsk, he's just my type."
In the photo, Alex Tang is smiling at the camera with her face turned sideways. A beam of light above her head converges in her dark pupils, making her look soft and sweet, yet revealing a bit of indescribable mystery.
Ethan Yin retracted his gaze: "Be careful or grandpa will scold you."
"The old man thinks it's the most shameful to associate with these actors. If he knew, he would beat me to death." The words sounded serious, but Dylan Yin didn't care at all. "It's just for fun, don't take it seriously."
"Not serious?" Ethan Yin asked back.
"Yeah, everyone gets what they want. This is how it works in this circle. Don't take it seriously." At this point, Dylan Yin thought of something and his tone became teasing. "It's quite interesting to talk about. I've seen people playing hard to get before. There are all kinds of them. This little celebrity's way of playing hard to get is very unique. I thought I had heard it wrong... guess why he rejected me?"
"What?"
Seeing Ethan Yin lowering his head and flipping through the notebook in his hand, as if he was just asking to save face, Dylan Yin thought it was boring, but he still said slowly: "He said he couldn't forget his ex-boyfriend, so he couldn't accept me... Tsk, he thinks he is a love saint, brother, don't you think it's funny?"
It started raining again on the way back.
Rainy weather always adds trouble to people invisibly. For example, when Ethan Yin parked his car in the underground garage, he remembered that he was so busy rushing back that he forgot to buy vegetables.
He had already fried the last egg in the refrigerator. If he didn't want to go out in the rain when he was hungry at night, he had to go out for a walk now.
There were vegetables for sale at the convenience store outside the community. Ethan Yin took an umbrella from the trunk, walked underground for a while, and then went up to the ground from the stairs closest to the community gate. When he got there, he picked up a few vegetables that were easy to handle. On the way back, he didn't go underground, but went directly along the community sidewalk towards the residential buildings.
It's not that I haven't imagined the possibility, but I didn't expect it to come so soon.
Alex Tang wore a pair of sneakers today, and it seems that his ankle is better now.
His walking posture was still a little strange. The only place in front of the building that could shelter from the rain was already wet by the slanting raindrops. Alex Tang slipped on the floor tiles when he took a step. He ran down the stairs awkwardly, patting his chest and said in shock: "I thought I was going to fall again."
Ethan Yin stopped and stood still.
Taking even half a step forward would be like accepting Karashi's welcome.
"The access control here is very strict. I followed another resident in yesterday, but I didn't get in today." Alex Tang took two steps forward, pushed aside the wet hair that was in the way, and wiped the rain off his face. "Are all high-end residential areas like this? The security guard on patrol just now saw me standing here and almost kicked me out."
Since he was still here, it meant that the security guard had not fulfilled his duties, or he had been tricked by the person in front of him. Ethan Yin thought the latter was more likely, because Alex Tang had always been very smart, and in the words of his class teacher, Old Sun, he was "full of tricks."
Maybe because he didn't hear the confidence given by "Why are you here again", Alex Tang said again: "It's raining so hard, can I borrow your umbrella to hide for a while?"
Ethan Yin didn't say anything, so he took it as his consent. Alex Tang rushed forward and ducked under the umbrella.
The rain hindered his movements, and a faint fragrance suddenly entered his nose. Ethan Yin was stunned by the overly pure fragrance and did not have time to refuse it.
Hiding under the umbrella, Alex Tang first took off his hood and then wiped his face with his sleeve.
The distance was too close, and the sight inevitably fell on the person under the umbrella.
Ethan Yin had long noticed that Alex Tang was different from before. The sweet scent of plants was stronger than before, and it had to be carefully identified before, but now it was so clear just by standing here, as if nothing could taint it.
It wasn't like that then.
The feeling that forced him to withdraw his hand was obviously not like this.
Perhaps because he was afraid of dirtying Ethan Yin's clothes, Alex Tang rolled up his sleeves a few times after wiping his face. When he looked up, he suddenly felt that the scene was familiar: "Do you still remember the first time we met at the school gate..."
"I don't remember." Ethan Yin interrupted bluntly.
Alex Tang's smile froze for a moment: "That's right, it's been so long, I just suddenly remembered it..."
Ethan Yin has always been like this. If he didn't back off because of his personality, then not pushing him out was out of education, or out of integrity to keep his promise, even if the promise should have expired. At this moment, Alex Tang actually hoped that he would tolerate her because she looked too miserable and embarrassed, so that at least it could prove that he cared.
The black umbrella cloth made Ethan Yin's face look even colder. It was a silent resistance that came from within, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with him, and as long as he didn't listen, look, or think, he wouldn't be hurt.
All of this was within Alex Tang's expectations and was caused by him.
This is why his fear is no less than Ethan Yin's, and why he must move forward bravely.
"It's okay if you don't remember," Alex Tang took a deep breath, "Then let's forget the past and start over, okay?"
The rain was still falling, and Ethan Yin's grip on the umbrella handle suddenly tightened.
Then a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his heart seemed to be filled with the autumn rain, dull and depressed.
Forget? That's easy to say.
Autumn is the shortest season of the year, but it is also the season that carries the most memories.
forget...
How could I forget?
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