The cool beauty forcibly bids for top A: Chapter 42

“If I could, I wish I were an Alpha. Even a Beta would do.”

“Send the call recording I just sent you to the tech department.”

“Have them use the best equipment, at the fastest speed, to restore the real voice from the phone call.”

The man squatted in the back garden, watching that silly little Tang dog lying in the sunshine, carefreely gnawing on a teething stick.

In his right ear was an extremely tiny black listening device.

Back when Jiang Xu told him that someone had set their sights on Shen Yanzhou and wanted to use the same old trick to stage another car accident, he had installed a bug in his phone so he could keep him safe at all times without raising his suspicion.

He listened to the contents over and over again, like some kind of self torture. His back collapsed onto the ground in defeat, he raised his large rough palm to cover his eyes, and a sick self mocking laugh rolled out from his throat.

Even at a time like this, his first reaction was still that Shen Yanzhou’s voice sounded so nice.

“Hah… what exactly am I still hoping for?” he asked himself.

Did he really think that after all these days of being together, he would believe him and develop even a little bit of feeling for him?

He didn’t dare take his hand away.

He was afraid that his emotions on the verge of breaking down would turn into something sour, scalding, and wet, dripping out one drop after another through the gaps between his fingers.

“Being able to stay by his side is already good enough.” He tried hard to convince himself.

Being bought back by him, being able to tie on an apron and cook soup for him; being able to hold his soft body in his arms during his heat; being able to see the corners of his eyes turn red from being “bullied,” hearing him use that trembling soft voice to call him “bastard”…

For someone like him who was born bad, this was already a tremendous blessing from heaven.

What more could he want?

What right did he have to want more?

The man lowered his red rimmed eyes, staring at the thin callus on the web of his thumb, talking to himself: “Are you still hoping that he might like you even a little bit?”

“Being able to stay by his side is already enough.”

“Everything else, stop dreaming.”

The sunlight slowly climbed higher, then slowly slanted westward. The shadow of the roses went from short to long, finally swallowed by the night. The little Tang dog had long finished gnawing its teething stick, run over to his feet to roll around and act spoiled, yet he still hadn’t waited for Shen Yanzhou to come home.

The phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.

[Hello, I am Shen Yanzhou.]

After hearing the voice, the man immediately sat up from the ground, quickly processing his voice through a voice changer.

“Good evening.”

[Still awake?]

“Not asleep. Waiting for someone.”

[Have we… met before?]

“We have.”

[Where?]

“Many places.”

Shen Yanzhou let out a light laugh. That laugh was extremely soft, yet it made the man’s eardrums burn.

[What do you want? Or what do you like? How much money?]

The man’s fingers gripping the phone turned white from force, veins bulging.

Like… your silver hair.

Like… the way you look when you smile.

Like… the way you call me bastard but don’t actually kick me away.

Like… after you fall asleep, burying your face in the hollow of my neck, your breathing so very light.

He hadn’t gone to school much, hadn’t read many books, so his math wasn’t great either, but he thought:

His feelings for Shen Yanzhou:

“I like you.” He blurted it out.

He could almost imagine what Shen Yanzhou looked like right now, silver hair falling on his shoulders, silver eyes half closed, the corner of his lips slightly curved, looking at the same night sky as him.

Under the same night sky, inside the Shen family old residence, Shen Yanzhou stood before the floor to ceiling window, smiling as he asked:

“How long have you liked me?”

From the other end of the phone, the mechanical voice dropped low: “A very long time.”

How long was “a very long time”? From when did he start being watched by these eyes?

He wanted to tear away that disguise right now, to see what face lay beneath that mask, whether it was the person he suspected in his heart.

“What do you look like?”

“Not as good looking as you.”

Shen Yanzhou remembered that day at the black market, when he spent thirty million to buy that man, the first thing he said to him was: What do you look like?

His answer at the time was: Not as good looking as you.

Shen Yanzhou looked out the window. At this moment the night wind happened to blow past the white roses the old housekeeper had replanted, and his heartbeat skipped half a beat.

He also took the opportunity to cut off the call.

***

For three days straight, Shen Yanzhou stayed at the Shen family old residence, not returning to the Hillside villa. After that he went directly to international waters with Shen Xici.

Onboard a luxury cruise ship named “Chant,” the upper deck was brilliantly lit, and a masquerade ball was in full swing.

Beneath the crystal chandelier, men and women wore gorgeous Venetian masks, champagne towers glittered with golden light, and the melody of a string quartet wrapped through the air like silk. Women’s long gowns trailed behind them, men stood in crisp suits, and the laughter beneath the masks was ambiguous and false.

At the same time, inside a VIP suite on the top floor of this cruise ship, Shen Yanzhou and Shen Xici sat before a computer, observing through monitors the silver fox masked Shen Xiuming, as well as Fu Sihan walking beside him.

Seeing that the ball was about to end, the two walked through the ballroom chatting and laughing, similarly heading toward the top floor VIP suites, then stopped at the suite next to theirs, exchanged a look, and walked inside.

There were still people in the room, a blond blue eyed man, along with his two bodyguards.

“Arthur Collins?”

Shen Xici turned to look at Shen Yanzhou: “Brother, you know him?”

Shen Yanzhou nodded, his eyes coldly narrowing:

“Never dealt with him, but this face has appeared too many times on the covers of the Wall Street X Journal and Time X Magazine.”

“The youngest biotech tycoon in America, the current CEO of Collins Medical Group, holding several patents for cutting edge targeted drugs in his hands.”

Shen Xici’s face instantly changed.

As a lawyer, he understood the stakes all too well: “A legitimate medical oligarch worth tens of billions, not opening champagne on the top floor of Wall Street, but instead showing up in the middle of the night on a cruise ship in international waters to meet with Fu Sihan and Shen Xiuming?”

“Let’s watch first before we say anything.” Shen Yanzhou said.

“Mr. Fu, your proposal is very attractive.” In the video, Arthur flipped through the full English data evaluation report in his hands, his eyes full of a businessman’s calculation.

“But you also understand that the current inhibitor market is already saturated. If this is just a conventional iterative product, I have no reason to risk violating international pharmaceutical antitrust agreements by smuggling in large quantities from Hong Kong.”

Fu Sihan smiled as he fiddled with the prayer beads on his wrist, speaking in fluent English: “Mr. Arthur, conventional inhibitors are used for ‘treatment.’ Treatment means there will be a day of recovery, and profits are ultimately limited.”

Fu Sihan took out an extremely small ampoule filled with transparent liquid from a silver briefcase, gently pushing it to the middle of the table, “But this one is not. We call it ‘Icarus.’ It wears the perfect disguise of an inhibitor, able to pass one hundred percent through existing customs biological inspections.”

Arthur raised one eyebrow: “Then what is its core competitive advantage?”

“Absolute dependence, absolute addiction.”

Fu Sihan added: “With just one injection, it will permanently alter gland receptors. Without it, the user will fall into extreme pain and frenzied heat. In other words, as long as they use it once, their entire life, along with the family wealth behind them, becomes your long term ATM machine.”

Inside the suite, Shen Xici looked at the screen in disbelief, a layer of cold sweat instantly seeping from his back: “This isn’t medicine at all, it doesn’t even qualify as a high concentration inhibitor.”

Shen Yanzhou didn’t speak, looking at Fu Sihan’s refined face on the screen.

This thing was far more complex and dangerous than he had imagined.

Once it circulated and spread, it would plunge all of Hong Kong into eternal damnation.

Once the scandal broke, Fu Sihan could die for all he cared, but as the carrier, the Shen Group would completely become the target of universal condemnation, torn to pieces by Interpol and the major financial consortiums working together.

“The theoretical data is very beautiful.” In the video, Arthur put down the report, leaning forward, “But I only believe in ‘results’ I can see with my own eyes.”

“Of course.” Fu Sihan smiled and made a gesture.

The side door was pushed open, and two bodyguards pushed a young man inside.

That young man was neatly dressed, but his eyes were terrifyingly hollow. His entire person seemed to be enduring some extremely horrific internal torment, his whole body shaking uncontrollably.

“This is test subject number fourteen, already off medication for forty eight hours.” Shen Xiuming spoke in not very fluent American English, like a dutiful salesman, taking out a diluted trace amount spray and injecting it into the young Omega’s arm.

The young man’s originally scattered gaze changed, and then he erupted with an extremely sweet and disordered pheromone. His knees went soft, and he directly fell heavily to his knees, without any dignity rubbing his face against Shen Xiuming’s leather shoes, even beginning to tear at his own collar, touching his belt, painfully, humbly begging for even one more drop of the drug.

That was true physiological submission that stripped away all personality and dignity.

Inside the suite, Shen Xici’s stomach churned violently, directly pulling off his headphones.

“Brother, we can’t let them close this deal. If even one crate of this stuff gets out, the consequences are unthinkable.”

“You said, those online rumors and photos about Fu Sihan, could they be…”

Shen Yanzhou downed the whiskey in his hand in one gulp, the cold liquid sliding down his throat, “Should be right.”

So Fu Sihan wasn’t actually interested in those people’s bodies, didn’t actually like playing SM. This person simply treated them as test subjects.

One hand chanting Buddhist prayers, one hand taking lives.

The more Shen Yanzhou looked at Fu Sihan, the more he felt this person was truly disgusting.

Arthur leaned back against the sofa, extreme satisfaction flashing in his blue eyes. He even raised that glass of whiskey, toasting Fu Sihan from afar.

“Fu, you are a true genius. This is not just medicine, this is a money printing machine, an invisible dog collar around the necks of high level ABOs.”

Fu Sihan smiled.

“Since that’s the case, we should talk about delivery.” Arthur cut straight to the point, “So where exactly is this batch of goods right now? Since you chose to meet in international waters, I assume you won’t let me return empty handed.”

Fu Sihan’s gaze turned toward Shen Xiuming beside him.

Shen Xiuming immediately understood, suppressing his excitement at the impending huge profits, eagerly opening his mouth: “Mr. Arthur, rest assured, to avoid customs sniffer dogs and police surveillance, this batch of spot goods never went through land based warehouses at all.”

“It is right now, on this very cruise ship ‘Chant.'”

Arthur raised his eyebrows: “On this ship?”

“That’s right. The most dangerous place is the safest place. The goods are hidden in cold storage unit number five in section C of the lower deck.” Shen Xiuming said, “As soon as your funds are in place, the goods can at any time be transferred directly from the lower deck unloading port to your submarine, absolutely without any mishap.”

Hearing “cold storage unit number five in section C of the lower deck,” Shen Yanzhou immediately turned to Shen Xici.

“Xici, contact Ah Gui (bodyguard), get to section C of the lower deck. Detain the goods, along with all paper data, down there. Not even a fly is allowed out.”

“Understood.” Shen Xici immediately grabbed the encrypted walkie talkie, switching to the internal channel: “Ah Gui, net closing. Secure goods and control the scene.”

However, what came through the walkie talkie was not bodyguard Ah Gui’s cold “copy that.”

Instead, it was an extremely dull sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Shen Xici’s face changed drastically: “Ah Gui?!”

Ah Gui did not respond.

And at the same time, the monitoring screen on the coffee table suddenly showed violent shaking, and from the video came Shen Xiuming’s panicked distorted voice.

“Young Master Fu, something’s wrong, someone has forcibly broken into the lower deck.”

Amid the chaos and screaming, the screen turned into black and white snow. The signal had been forcibly cut off.

“Static…” Finally from the walkie talkie came bodyguard Ah Gui’s heavy breathing tinged with the smell of blood.

“Mr. Shen… lower deck compromised! We’ve been discovered! But besides us, it seems someone else was also targeting them!”

Shen Xici stood up, quickly drawing his gun and loading a round: “Brother, what do we do now?”

Before he finished speaking, someone had cut the cruise ship’s power system, and the lights in the suite instantly went out, the entire room plunging into darkness.

Almost simultaneously, footsteps rapidly approaching came from outside the corridor.

Someone was coming toward their suite.