The Tangled Web of Logan and Ethan Chapter 9

I was a little dazzled by so many books, and I looked at the walls one by one, trying to find two books and magazines introducing desserts and cakes. But I don’t know if it’s because Song Bailao is not interested in this area, but I can read very few.Finally I climbed up the ladder and started searching higher.The long ladder moved along the rails between the bookshelves, but I didn't find any books on baking. Instead, a photography collection called "The Meaning of Life" caught my attention. I pulled it out of the bookshelf, but the things inside it fell apart and floated to the ground.I was startled and hurried down to pick them up. 

Most of them were folded in a square shape, but one was already unfolded. I picked up the unfolded paper and saw that it was not a postcard or poster that came with the book, but a letter.The handwriting is childish, but between the lines there is a precocity that goes beyond one's age.[Mom, can you take me away? I don’t want to stay here. I don’t like this new home.Dad said that the Xia family father and son were his responsibility, so what were we? Were we his victims?Yesterday I rescued a wounded bird. At night, Xia Yanchi fell ill. My father was very angry and threw the bird out. I found its body this morning.I'm so sad and I hate him so much.Mom, please come and see me, I miss you so much...】

After reading a few paragraphs, I realized that this was a letter that Song Bo-lao wrote to his mother when he was a child. It is not good to pry into someone's privacy, so I did not read on and folded it up and stacked it with several other letters.When I opened the photo album, I found an empty envelope on a page introducing the "Red-billed Leiothrix".The envelope has turned yellow and is quite old. The side with the address and the recipient is stamped with a huge "Return" word, which means it must have failed to be sent successfully.I can't help but imagine that young Song Bailao was looking forward to his mother coming to pick him up. After writing several letters without any reply, he finally received his letter that was returned. He finally realized that the other party might have left without saying goodbye, leaving the place that could once be called "home". His letters could not be delivered to anyone, and so was his pain. 

From then on, he gave up struggling and hid these letters until he even forgot their existence.I don’t know if it’s because he suddenly became a father recently, but even though Logan Summers is living a carefree life now, he is still a huge B@st@ard. But when I think about how he was once so helpless and desperate, I feel sad and unfair for him.It turns out to be true that parents cannot bear to see their children suffer.I sighed softly, stuffed the letter back into the envelope, and put the original page back in. Just as I was about to climb the ladder and put the photo album back in its place, Song Bo Lao's vague voice suddenly rang out from outside the door."Where's Ethan Parker?" He asked me where I was going, and his tone was very bad."Well, it seems to be in the library..."I was feeling anxious, and when I heard the footsteps approaching, I hurriedly stuffed the photo album in my hand onto the bookshelf next to me.Just as I finished stuffing my things, the door of the library was pushed open with great force, and Logan Summers appeared in front of me with a furious look on his face.I held onto the bookshelf and took two steps back, shivering.Logan Summers was in a hurry to see me, but when he really saw me, he didn't say anything. He held a tablet in his hand, looked at me for a moment with a sullen face, turned around and sat on the sofa, and threw the tablet on the coffee table.

The screen lit up because of his actions. He sat there casually, supporting his chin with one hand and pointing his index finger at the side of his cheek."Take a look." He looked at me and then looked back at the tablet.I walked to the coffee table nervously, bent down to pick up the tablet and looked at it. I was a little shocked."Shocked, Xiasheng Group President Song Boluo's newlywed wife is actually Amber, a plagiarized anchor Ethan Parker." Song Boluo read out the title of the report I was reading without any fluctuations in his tone. "Not only are they shocked, I am also surprised."I carefully put down the tablet, unsure of what he was feeling now, whether he was coming to call me to task or simply expressing his dissatisfaction at being kept in the dark."I've been live streaming for two years, and you never told me I couldn't have a job..."He interrupted me with a sneer: "You've been live streaming for two years, but you never showed your face before. You suddenly showed your face a few days ago and told them that you married an alpha.

 You have quite a lot of ideas."My heart tightened and I realized that he felt I was using him to promote myself."No. I...it was an accident. Leo Summers suddenly came over..."Logan Summers frowned suddenly: "Don't bring up Leo Summers."His tone was so harsh and cold that I couldn't help shivering, and my voice became weaker when I spoke."I am just a live-streamer making cakes, not an entertainment anchor, there is no need for hype..."This is actually not true. Aren't Xiang Ping and his people using me to hype themselves? Now that their live broadcasts are so popular, and Xu Meiren's business is booming, I also deserve half of the credit."What about the plagiarizing anchor? How many stupid things have you done? You'd better tell them all today." He kicked the coffee table, causing it to tilt two inches.

I took a step back in fear, and Song Boluo's unquestionable orders rang in my ears."sit down!"My eyelids twitched violently, and I took a big step and sat down on the single sofa next to me. I only dared to occupy the edge, so that I could jump up and run for my life at any time."It's like this..." I placed my hands on my knees, lowered my eyes, and stared at the nail of my thumb, recalling what happened two years ago.Now that I think about it, there were already signs that Xiang Ping would hate me.

He was the master's only son, but he was not recognized by the master. The master always compared me with him, scolded him for being inferior to me in everything, and even wanted to match us up to hand Concub!ne Xu over to me.Being a beta is hard enough, and he has to be stepped on and rubbed by me, who is also a beta. If he doesn't explode under the repression, he will become perverted under the repression.So he became a pervert.At that time, it was the registration period for the French International Cake Competition. 

Master's health suddenly deteriorated and he was sent to the hospital. He was diagnosed with advanced liver cancer. He didn't want to be treated, saying that he had lived enough and wanted to go find his master's wife. The only thing he was worried about was us disciples.I sat beside his bed, held his hand, and told him that I would definitely bring back the trophy, bring honor to our school, and help my senior brother run Xu Meiren so that he could rest assured.I made promises at first and thought I could always do it, but who would have thought that all these promises would be broken in the end.There were two contestants in the competition group, one main and one auxiliary. 

Xiang Ping and I went to France to participate. On the first day, we received the topic and the organizing committee asked all the contestants to go back and prepare. We spent two days to complete the preliminary concept and general components, and then went to the competition site to assemble on the third day.Although it is called a cake competition, the competition is not about taste, but about shape and creativity. The contestants show their talents and techniques to make their works look more perfect and vivid, impress the judges and win the first prize in the competition.I spent a day thinking about the shape of the cake. The theme was "ocean". I told Xiang Ping that I wanted to make a dragon palace, which was inspired by traditional classics.Xiang Ping was surprised for a moment, then quickly asked me about my specific idea and asked me to draw a rough draft."That's it... the main body is this, the dragon head. 

Then the dragon head is broken in half, and at the broken horn, the Monkey King wearing armor and holding a golden hoop is sitting there majestically... Under his feet, where the dragon head is broken, there are exquisite pavilions and towers, shrimp soldiers and crab generals are running around, and corals and seaweeds are drifting with the waves..."He was unusually active, which made me think that Master's dying condition stimulated him, but I never expected that it was Chang Xingze's beauty trap that stimulated him.Chang Xingze's parents are well-known gourmets in the country, and his grandfather is a five-star pastry chef who has won numerous awards. He inherited his family business and has always been the focus of attention.

When we were in China, we also participated in a competition together. One of the judges was an old friend of Chang Xingze's grandfather, who gave Chang Xingze almost full marks in every category. In the end, he won the gold medal and I won the silver medal.At the award ceremony, another judge presented him with the award and bluntly said that his score was too high and he should not have won the gold medal, but for the sake of Teacher Chang, he still gave him the championship and hoped that he would hone his skills in the future and not disappoint everyone's expectations. 

When it was my turn, the other party patted me on the shoulder and said it was a pity for me.The judge probably wanted to teach Chang Xingze a lesson at first, hoping that he would not be so arrogant, but he hit him too hard, and his face was swollen. After leaving the stage, Chang Xingze threw his medal and walked away with a sour face.He and I didn't have much in common, and the only thing that made him hate me was this one opportunity.On the third day, we carried out the final assembly and added details on the circular stage. The giant screen above our heads played the completion status of each contestant in real time.I was focused on completing my "Dragon Palace" as quickly as possible, ignoring the increasingly noisy audience seats.Finally, even I could no longer ignore the booing, and the judges walked onto the stage and asked me to step down first to cooperate with the investigation."Cooperate with the investigation? What happened?" I was totally confused and had no idea that I was about to get into trouble.The judge frowned and looked at me with an expression full of regret and disappointment.

"A contestant reported that you plagiarized his work."My mind went blank and I didn't react for a few seconds. I had no idea what the other person was saying.Until the judge pointed to the other side and asked me to look back.I turned around and looked blankly in the direction he pointed. At a glance, I saw my "Dragon Palace", which was more complete than the one I had on hand. Chang Xingze stood behind the perfect work, glaring at me with cold disgust, as if he was looking at a shameless thief.My head was spinning and I looked at Xiang Ping beside me in disbelief.I only told him about my ideas and concepts from beginning to end. Now Chang Xingze also has a "Dragon Palace", which is more complete than mine. It is obvious who leaked the secret."Junior brother, it's never too late to mend your ways..." Xiang Ping might have felt guilty, so he turned his eyes away from me and played the role of the remorseful senior brother. "I know you want to win, but you can't use such devious methods."He actually had the nerve to lecture me."...Why?" I asked him in a hoarse voice.He not only betrayed my trust in him, but also betrayed Master's teachings over the years. Master was still lying in the hospital waiting for us to return home victoriously, but what did he do?He teamed up with others to steal my ideas and then turned around to frame me?

I don't understand, I really don't understand why he did this.In response to my questioning, Xiang Ping never answered or looked at me."Mr. Ning, please step down first." Seeing that I was taking no action, the judge urged me to step down, and the security guard at the side came forward and pulled my arm.They forcibly took me off the stage. Xiang Ping finally looked at me, but he remained indifferent and just watched coldly.I opened my mouth and wanted to ask him more questions, but he looked away first, took a deep breath, and suddenly bowed solemnly to the audience."I'm sorry," he said.Like I was actually guilty, like I was the shameful plagiarist.Why should he apologize?This action completely broke the string of rationality in my mind.I broke free from the judges, rushed forward and punched Xiang Ping hard, knocking him to the ground.

I wanted to throw a second punch, but the boos from the audience were deafening, tripping me up. They told me to get out, saying I was a "plagiarist." There was no need for judgment, I was already a sinner.I looked at the densely packed audience below the stage, feeling exhausted both physically and mentally, with nowhere to go.My defense was drowned out by the noise, no one believed my innocence, I became a target of public outcry, was disqualified from the competition and kicked out of the venue.Chang Xingze won the final championship with my work.Not long after returning to China, I received a penalty letter from the Bakers Association. In view of the adverse impact I had caused in international competitions, they regretfully informed me that my baker's license had been revoked.

[If any beta says he has not suffered any unfair treatment, then he must be a favorite of God. ]The third encounter with Song Boluo was on an afternoon when the sun was setting. I was in an awkward situation at the time. Not only was I surrounded by a group of bored AOs in a remote alley, they also tried to take off my pants to personally identify the difference between beta, alpha, and omega.The biology laboratory contains human models with ABO three blood types and six genders. If they want to see them, they can go there. It really doesn't make sense to ask me to take off my clothes.I would rather die than surrender, and fought back vigorously, and had a fierce physical conflict with them. However, I was outnumbered and soon they pinned me to the ground with bruises on my face.Seven or eight hands were groping around my body at the same time, like huge and sinister spiders, which made me feel cold.My struggles only made them more amusing, as did my yelling and begging for mercy. 

I had learned from past bullying experiences. Don't make any noise, close your eyes, and it will be over soon."You guys are so noisy..."Suddenly, the hands that were pulling at my clothes all stopped there at the same time.I slowly opened my eyes and saw someone walking towards me through the gap between his legs. Just by looking at his legs, I could imagine how tall he was."It's Logan Summers..." someone exclaimed in a low voice.I was a little surprised that it was him again.Logan Summers slowly approached me from the back of the crowd and from my side. I was blocked by the crowd and could only hear his voice but could not see him."Didn't anyone tell you that this is my territory?" He sounded like he had just woken up, and his voice was not only lazy as usual, but also a little hoarse.

The crowd was silent for a moment, and soon elected a "representative" to negotiate with the other party."Senior, I'm really sorry. We are just borrowing your place temporarily and will leave soon." The man smiled ingratiatingly and walked towards Logan Summers.During that time, I didn't know what unfortunate thing he did to anger Logan Summers. I only heard a dull sound of a hard object hitting flesh, accompanied by a scream. The next second, an alpha collapsed on the ground and groaned appeared in my field of vision."What is that..." Song Bailao said in a disgusted voice, "Did I ever say you can touch me?"Everyone was stunned by his unexpected move and froze in place. If I hadn't been in such an awkward position, I would have wanted to applaud him.He tapped the fallen alpha's cheek with his toes and said humiliatingly, "Get out of here before I'm too angry."Most of those who bullied me were just a bunch of naive and straightforward little brats who had never been put under pressure from powerful forces. They did not dare to start a fight with the seniors at will. When they were frightened by Logan Summers, the real bully, they all became timid and hurriedly fled the scene with their companions.

After the pressure on my back disappeared, I tried hard to get up from the ground. As soon as I stood up, I caught a glimpse of Song Boluo walking towards me casually."Thank you..." I just uttered one word when suddenly a huge force stepped on my back and knocked me down again.My face hit the ground, my head was dazed, and I was a little disoriented. I turned my head and glared at Logan Summers behind me. He looked at me as if I were a pile of moldy rotten meat."You're still not convinced. Even if I have the beta gene in my body, I'm still 10,000 times stronger than you." 

He put his hands in his trouser pockets, leaned forward slightly, lowered his eyes, full of pity, "This is not a place for a loser like you, get out of here."I dug my fingers into the ground, thinking of something I should say in rebuttal, but I couldn't say a word. He was high above me, and I was crawling on the ground. In his eyes, I was indeed a waste.But I still don't accept it.From then on, I started to fight with Shangshan, the place that Song Boluo said was not suitable for me. I tried my best to keep up with the course, studying day and night, wanting to prove that Song Boluo was wrong and that I could adapt to this place.Unfortunately, I still failed and ended my studies in the most embarrassing way...After meeting my master, I thought I could finally change my fate and no longer be a "waste" in Song Boluo's eyes. However, I didn't expect that nothing changed in the end.The revocation of my license means that I am no longer a baker. All my dreams and wild words have been shattered. I don’t know what else I can do.During that time, I was very depressed every day. 

I was in a daze and didn't want to go out to see people or talk. Ryder Stone saw this and was worried that I would become depressed if I continued like this, so he always forced me to go shopping and watch movies with him. Later, he even invited me to do a live broadcast together, which solved my food and clothing problems.I have been in Amber for two years, but my face has never appeared on camera, and my live broadcasts have been mediocre. It was only with the help of Ryder Stone in his live broadcasts that I was able to barely make it into the top ten food anchors.I don’t have big ambitions and I’m very satisfied with the current situation. But a sudden revelation a few years ago completely destroyed the peaceful life I wanted to maintain.[I feel cheated. It turns out you are this kind of person. ][It's so disgusting. I feel bad that I once liked you. 】【Get out of Amber! 】【Damn plagiarism! 】

The nightmare from two years ago seemed to be repeating itself, except this time it was replaced by more direct cyber violence.I wrote a short statement and posted it in my Amber Space. The general meaning was that I did disrupt the order of the competition and was violent towards others. I had no complaints about the association's punishment and accepted it completely, but I did not agree with the accusation of plagiarism.I don't know how many people saw it. After that, I took a two-week break. When I started live streaming again, the number of subscribers had dropped from 2,000 to 3,000 to more than 100. During the two weeks when I was waiting for the public opinion to calm down, Chang Xingze started a high-profile live streaming on Amber as the champion of an international competition. With his good looks and superb skills, he quickly ranked in the top three of the weekly popularity list, completely defeating me.

All of this was too coincidental, from exposing my identity as a "plagiarist" to increase the topic, to Chang Xingze entering Amber as a benevolent victim, the timing of each and every event fit together so perfectly that even if I was stupid, I could tell something was wrong.I'm in this state, but they still don't want to let me go and want to squeeze out the last bit of value from me. It's a waste of time for me to be a baker with such a mentality."And then, you just let them go?"I was startled and looked up at Logan Summers. His posture was no different from before, and his expression was still cold and angry, but his brows were furrowed more tightly."I have no evidence..." The draft was also stolen by Xiang Ping. Even if I protest my innocence, who would believe me without any evidence?Song Boluo stared at me, closed his eyes for a while, and let out a long breath from his nose."You're just as useless as ever."My fingertips couldn't stop trembling, as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over my head, and for a moment I almost couldn't breathe.In contrast, my voice was calm: "I tried to resist, but I failed."Whether it's being a beta and wanting to make some achievements, or being falsely accused of plagiarism...

Logan Summers chuckled, his lips curled up slightly, forming a cold smile: "It's not a complete failure. Didn't you marry me? You drugged me and forced me into estrus in the equipment room, wasn't it for this?"My eyes suddenly widened, and I tightened my fingers abruptly, trying to make a sound, but my throat seemed to be blocked by something and I couldn't speak."I..." After finally uttering a syllable, I got stuck again."You what?" Song Bailao slowly put away his smile, "You haven't done it before?"At this moment, Song Boluo overlapped with those people on the field who were clamoring for me to get out and believed from the bottom of their hearts that I was guilty.Haven't you done it?I haven't done it.Then how do you prove it?

What?Then how do you prove your innocence?But I haven't done it.You have to prove it.I haven't done it, why should I prove it?..."I didn't..." The words were pale and powerless, and I didn't know what else I could say.Just then, there was a sudden commotion outside the door and the sound of hurried footsteps."Sir, the young master is ill!" Sister-in-law Jiu knocked on the door and stood outside without coming in.

Before I could come to my senses, Logan Summers stood up and walked out without even looking at me.Thinking that something might have happened to Leo Summers, I didn't care about anything else and chased after Logan Summers.Leo Summers was taking piano lessons. According to his female teacher, he suddenly started coughing and gasping for breath. She knew something was wrong and immediately went downstairs to find other people.The servants of the Song family all knew about Leo Summers's physical condition. Sister-in-law Jiu ordered someone to bring a paper bag quickly and opened the doors and windows. 

She waited until Leo Summers's coughing stopped so severely and went to find Logan Summers.When we arrived, Leo Summers had already been carried to the bed. His little face was a little pale and he looked very weak.Song Bailao sat by the bed, put his palm over to measure the temperature of his forehead, and asked: "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"Leo Summers shook his head slightly."Luo Mengbai has been notified, and she will be here soon." Facing his sick son, Logan Summers's tone was only a little gentler than usual.Leo Summers pursed his lips, pulled up the quilt to cover the part below his eyes, looking very reluctant.I stood behind Logan Summers, at the end of the bed, and didn't dare to approach without Logan Summers's greeting. Seeing Leo Summers's gaze turned to me, thinking that children need to be comforted at this time, I wrinkled my nose at him and showed a funny expression.His eyes curved slightly, as if he was smiling.I also laughed silently and was about to make a face when Song Boluo suddenly turned around and looked at me.I froze there, at a loss as to how to get my facial features back to where they were originally. 

I coughed lightly, moved to the side, and stood directly in the corner.The "Luo Mengbai" mentioned by Logan Summers arrived quickly, wearing a white coat and carrying a medicine box. As I expected, he was a doctor.She wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on her face, with a thin chain extending to the back of her neck, and a bite stopper in the style of a dust mask."What's wrong? Let your aunt take a look..." She took out a stethoscope and listened quietly to Leo Summers's heartbeat, and then performed a series of basic examinations on him.

Finally, she covered Leo Summers with the quilt again, stood up and said to Song Bailao: "It's not a big problem. It's always easier to induce asthma in spring. If you are worried, I will stay here for one night and observe it."Logan Summers glanced at Leo Summers, who was lying on the bed with his eyes half closed, and nodded, "Thank you for your help." Then he looked at me again, his attitude suddenly changed, "Ask Sister Nine to prepare the guest room."I hurriedly agreed and turned to walk out.Sister-in-law Jiu was also very happy when she heard that Luo Mengbai wanted to stay, saying that she felt relieved to have him around. After she told me, I learned that Luo Mengbai was already an authority in ABO type III blood and C20 virus research at such a young age. She was also Song Bailao's cousin and a direct descendant of the Luo family.

[Even if you have wings, you may not be able to fly, let alone a toad? ]I gently pushed open the door, but didn't see Logan Summers in the room. I thought he wasn't in the bedroom, and just as I closed the door and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, I heard intermittent voices coming from the balcony."It's just an asthma attack, a minor problem, you don't need to come all the way here."Song Bailao's voice was filled with an extremely patient deference and suppressed irritability. I don't know what the person on the other side said, but that bit of deference could no longer be maintained, and he began to explode completely."He is my son after all. Would I kill him? Whose fault is it that he can't speak?"After a burst of outbursts, there was a long silence.

I threw back the quilt and lay down on the bed, not daring to make any noise, for fear that the noise would reach Logan Summers's ears and make him even angrier.When I finally lay down, I let out a long sigh, and Song Boluo hung up the phone.The sliding door opened and closed, and I couldn't help shivering as the cool mountain breeze outside blew on my neck. After a while, the bed behind me sank and Logan Summers sat down.I lay there stiffly on my side, not feeling sleepy at all. I kept feeling like someone was staring at me, blatantly from the bottom up.What is he looking at?I opened my eyes and stared straight ahead into the darkness. 

I really wanted to look back to see why Song Boluo was staring at me in the middle of the night.Suddenly, the bed moved slightly, and Logan Summers finally made a move.The next moment, a small piece of skin on the back of my neck was touched by the even hotter body temperature, causing me to feel extremely itchy."It's healed." He scratched the place where he had been bitten, with an inexplicable regret in his tone.Because of the awkward location, I never looked at the bite mark carefully. I only heard Sister Jiu say a few words when changing the dressing. It healed quite quickly and it was a beautiful alpha mark.I don't know how to define beauty. The quick healing is thanks to Song Bo Lao for not tearing it when he bit it. I have seen many omegas with very large bite scars on their necks, so hideous that people feel pain for them.

 Let's not talk about omegas, just look at the scar on Mason Collins's neck, it's like she was bitten by a beast. I remember that she couldn't even get out of bed the next day, with thick gauze wrapped around her neck, her face was as white as paper, and she was on an IV for three days before she recovered.Thinking about it this way, Song Boluo was still "holding mercy"."Once it heals, my scent on you will fade." I felt an oppressive sensation behind me that could not be ignored. I already had a bad feeling and was about to turn around to stop him, but he grabbed my chin first and fixed my head.The sharp pain came again, in the same place, and just as deep."Well..."Although beta does not have the gonads behind the neck to exchange pheromones with alpha, alpha's pheromones can be injected into beta's body through canine teeth. As Song Bailao said, there was a period of time when his scent remained on my body. But this scent will eventually dissipate and cannot form a permanent mark.The feeling of pheromones flowing into my body was not pleasant, it was sour and swollen, as if someone was using an oversized needle to inject concentrated acid into my body.I couldn't bear the pain, so I pushed Logan Summers's chest with my backhand. 

The strength between his fingers suddenly increased, and his teeth tightened a little more.The fingers on his chest curled up little by little, and my whole body was shaking: "Don't do this..."He seemed satisfied with my show of weakness, or perhaps thought the pain was enough to teach me a lesson, so he gradually relaxed his bite.By the time he finished the second marking, I was covered in sweat, my neck was sticky, and I felt exhausted as if I had just recovered from a serious illness.Song Bailao pulled out his canine teeth and licked the remaining blood around the wound with his soft tongue: "Fortunately, there wasn't much bleeding."It is said that alpha's saliva has the effect of stopping bleeding and disinfecting, but I don't know if it is true."I, I'll go ask Sister Jiu to bandage my legs..." My legs were still a little weak when I got down.I don't know why he did this. Was he just in a bad mood and taking it out on me?It's impossible that he really wants to leave his scent on me..."Ethan Parker."I stood there holding the half-open door, and looked back. Song Boluo was sitting cross-legged on the bed, looking at me. I don't know if it was because I had messed up his white bathrobe, but the front was a little loose, revealing most of his strong chest muscles. 

He rested his elbows on his knees, supporting his chin, and there was even a little dark red blood at the corner of his lips."My dad will be here tomorrow," he said expressionlessly, "Don't argue with him no matter what he says. I'll take care of it."I was stunned, not really understanding what Logan Summers meant. But... it would be fine if I just kept silent."I understand." I nodded obediently and turned to walk out of the room.Once the door is closed, even if there is only a wall between them, the invisible pressure brought by Song Boluo will be much smaller.If I wasn't afraid that Logan Summers would suddenly open the door and come out, I really wanted to lean against the door to catch my breath.Leo Summers fell ill today. In order to prevent anything from happening at night, Sister Jiu will stay by Leo Summers's bedside all night.When I quietly pushed the door open, I found Luo Mengbai was there too. She had taken off her bite guard, her face looked clean and pretty, she was wearing loose clothes, and her long hair was gathered softly in front of her chest.After Sister Jiu figured out why I was there, she was about to get up, but Luo Mengbai stopped her."Let me do it. I'm a professional after all."Seeing that she volunteered, Sister-in-law Jiu sat back down.

Leo Summers's room is a suite, and the outer room is his play area, which is furnished with brightly colored plastic slides and rocking horses, as well as many other toys.Luo Mengbai and I found two cute animal stools and sat down. She opened her medicine box and drew a circle with her index finger towards me: "Turn around and face away from me."I did as I was told, and soon I felt the wound on my back being gently wiped with a disinfectant cotton ball. It stung a little, but it was bearable."My cousin is really ruthless." Luo Mengbai hissed softly, "What does he think this is?

It disappears and then it is eliminated and then it is injected again. Is it Botox? Botox is still somewhat useful, but what can pheromones do? It is useless even as perfume."I was amused by her metaphor: "Can you smell it?""I can smell it. But do you know why humans evolved into the ABO gender system?""Yeah, I know, because of c20.""Research shows that the C20 virus may come from some kind of cat or canine. You see, marking territory and passive estrus are very similar to cats, and when the alpha mates... ah, sorry, I'm used to it, it's the alpha [a certain behavior of a is omitted here], which is very similar to dogs. So the alpha's pheromone is actually used to warn other males not to get close to their belongings. In theory, even if I could smell my cousin's pheromone, I wouldn't like it."I nodded in agreement: "So that's how it is."When it comes to his research field, Luo Mengbai seems to turn on the chatterbox mode and talks nonstop."Viruses are the cradle of human evolution. 

Humans become what they are today because of viruses. C20 has allowed humans to evolve six S3xes and acquire habits that only other species have. This is a very interesting thing. Most people think this is a regression of civilization, but I don't think so. I think this is a test that viruses bring to humans. If modern medicine can overcome its side effects, it will become another new civilization."After disinfection, Luo Mengbai put gauze on me while talking."Ao blood type is 100% immune to C20, but B blood type is very strange, with only 90% immunity rate, and AB blood type is even worse, with no immunity at all. There are two hypotheses in the medical community now. One is that this may be related to the antibodies carried by the four blood types, and the other is that it is related to the length of time the blood types have been generated. O is the oldest blood type, followed by A, then B, and AB blood type has existed the shortest.

 The oldest ones always have more ways to deal with it, right?"Communicating with such a cultured person is also a very tiring thing. I seemed to understand every word she said, but when I thought about it again, I had no idea what she was saying."...Yeah, yes." I was too embarrassed to interrupt her, so I could only listen to her chatter for half an hour. If it weren't for Sister Jiu coming out to take a look at why she didn't go back, she might have dragged me to chat for another half an hour.After touching the tightly fitting gauze on the back of his neck, I followed them in to check on Leo Summers's condition.The little guy took some medicine and fell asleep at night. Now his breathing was even and his expression was relaxed. It was obvious that he was having a sweet dream."The young master should be fine. You go to sleep. I'm here." Sister Jiu said to Luo Mengbai.Luo Mengbai carefully listened to Leo Summers's heart and lung condition again, and found that there was no problem, so he nodded."Okay, call me if you need anything."Luo Mengbai and I walked out of the room together and walked for a while together."Momo's problem was brought from birth. He inherited his mother's constitution. 

You will have to take care of him in the future."This was the first time I heard someone mention Leo Summers's mother, and I couldn't help but feel curious: "His mother..."Luo Mengbai paused for a moment, tilted his head and looked at me for a moment, and then quickly continued: "You don't know? Didn't your cousin tell you?"I only found out recently that he had a child, so how could I know who the mother of his child was.I shook my head: "I don't know, Song Bailao never told me."At the fork in the road, Luo Mengbai stopped and said, "Let him tell you the details himself. But I can tell you that he is no longer alive."When I returned to the room, Song Boluo was already asleep. I fell asleep on the edge of the bed like last time, and when I woke up the next morning, I found myself rolling to the middle of the big bed, hugging Song Boluo.My breathing suddenly became lighter, and I was able to get out of his arms without disturbing Song Bailao. 

After some effort, I moved to the edge of the bed and was about to get up when Song Bailao moved and woke up.He stroked his forehead, not knowing whether he had not slept well or had not woken up yet. His long eyebrows were tightly knitted and he looked unhappy."what time is it?"I glanced at the digital clock by the bed: "It's half past eight."As if he felt it was too early, he closed his eyes again after hearing that, turned over in the quilt, and wanted to sleep again."Have someone wake me up at ten o'clock," he said vaguely.I asked the servant to wake up Song Boluo at 10 o'clock, and then I went to see Leo Summers.He seemed in better spirits than yesterday. When I visited him, he was leaning on the bed reading a storybook.I thought it was a comic book, but when I looked closer, I saw it was a text-only version."Do you understand?"

Leo Summers raised his head from the book: "Yeah."A five-year-old child can actually read books by himself. Is it because the alphas are too good, or is it that Song Boluo’s genes are too outstanding?However, Leo Summers obviously preferred others telling him stories rather than reading them himself. As he was reading, he noticed that I had nothing to do, so he simply stuffed the storybook into my arms, lay down, found a comfortable angle, and stared at me expectantly with his big dark eyes.I scratched his nose in amusement and picked up the book to read to him.At about ten o'clock, Luo Qinghe arrived. He strode into the room, wearing a three-piece iron-gray suit, looking very formal.Seeing him coming, I quickly made way and stepped aside wisely.Luo Mengbai and Logan Summers both followed behind him. 

Logan Summers seemed a little absent-minded, perhaps because he had not gotten enough sleep. Luo Mengbai seemed to be explaining Leo Summers's condition to Luo Qinghe all the way."It's okay, uncle. Just be careful. Don't scare yourself. He's not that weak."Luo Qinghe sat on the bed, right where Logan Summers had sat yesterday. Unlike Logan Summers, his expression was very gentle when facing Leo Summers, as if he was a completely different person."Momo, are you still feeling uncomfortable?"Leo Summers shook his head.Luo Qinghe touched his forehead lovingly and asked quietly questions like whether he was hungry or cold, but Leo Summers said nothing and just responded by shaking his head and nodding.Luo Qinghe sighed and tucked the quilt around Leo Summers helplessly.When he turned around again, his expression had completely changed, and it was obvious that he had taken back all his warmth."Can't our family afford to support you?"My eyes met his, which made me realize that the other person was speaking to me.I followed Logan Summers's instructions yesterday and immediately lowered my head without saying a word."Mo Mo has a sensitive constitution. Your work is not good for his health. 

I hope you won't do that kind of live broadcast again in the future."Just listening to this conversation, people who don’t know would think I was doing some weird live broadcast."If you're really bored at home, you can hire a tutor to teach you a musical instrument or a language. This is much more meaningful than continuing your unsuccessful career."I can see that if Song Boluo's words are as sharp as swords, and every stroke of his tongue draws blood, then Luo Qinghe is like a frog in boiling water, cutting flesh with a blunt knife.Song Boluo could still be angry in his heart when his words were harsh, but although Luo Qinghe's words seemed harsh at first, after thinking about them carefully, they seemed to make sense."I will take care of these things." Logan Summers's voice sounded at this time, with some toughness, "You are here to see Leo Summers today, so you don't have to worry about anything else."I secretly looked up and saw the father and son looking at each other. 

Their gazes were so intersecting that they were almost sparking sparks.Finally, Luo Qinghe looked away and whispered goodbye to Leo Summers lying on the bed."Grandpa is leaving first. I'll come to see you next time." He stood up and walked out, calling Song Boluo at the same time.After the two left, Luo Mengbai and I exchanged awkward smiles.The father and son didn't even walk far before they started arguing outside."Look at how you take care of the child. He is your son after all, can't you take good care of him?""I'm raising him well. How have I treated him unfairly?"The quarreling sounded into the inner room. Leo Summers frowned tightly and huddled his whole body into the quilt. I could only pick up the storybook again and use my own voice to cover up the noise outside."Are you raising a child? You are just raising a puppy or a kitten...""I have done everything you asked me to do. What else do you want? You want me to be a good father?" Song Boluo sneered, "I don't even know what a good father looks like, so how can I know how to play the role of a father well?"These words were so powerful that I became silent unconsciously, wanting to hear how Luo Qinghe would respond."Snapped!"The loud slap that followed startled me so much that my hands shook and I almost dropped the book.The author has something to say: If I don’t update, I will directly ask for leave on Weibo and in the introduction of my work. My Weibo account is "Hui Nanque". It will be more convenient if you follow me.