TPLTMOE - Chapter 5

Ling Ran's neck ached from the angle, but escape was impossible—the grip was too tight.

His dark, glossy eyes were like gemstones dripping with dewdrops. He could only see the man's thin lips moving, but the words were lost to him.

"Sheng... Sheng Yi..." he suddenly murmured, his body growing even weaker.

"You're back... sob..."

At a blurry glance, the handsome face before him did bear some resemblance to Jiang Shengyi's features.

After all, they were uncle and nephew.

Ling Ran thought his desperate wish had come true that—Jiang Shengyi had really returned from Southeast Asia and was standing before him now.

He was desperately craving Jiang Shengyi's pheromones for comfort, his legs squirming restlessly on the floor.

Jiang Zhiyu's expression darkened instantly, his fingers tightening around the back of Ling Ran's neck. "Look closely. Who am I?"

Ling Ran could only sob pitifully, his body temperature still rising relentlessly, threatening to burn away the last remnants of his consciousness.

"It hurts... I'm hurting... sob..."

"Sheng Yi... sob..."

Whether it was because he was angered by being mistaken for someone else or simply irritated by the incessant crying, Jiang Zhiyu's patience wore thin. Hearing faint footsteps approaching from outside the restroom, he swiftly untied his black necktie.

He roughly wiped away the tears streaming down the little Omega's delicate face before pressing the necktie over his mouth, muffling the sobs.

The cries were instantly stifled in Ling Ran's throat. As he inhaled, a faint trace of alcohol seeped from the fabric of the tie, mingling with the dampness of his tears and flooding into his body.

Normally, such a faint trace of pheromones would go unnoticed. Jiang Zhiyu had always been meticulous in controlling his pheromones, which was why few knew he was an enigma.

But Ling Ran's body was in the throes of a highly sensitive heat. Even the slightest stimulus could trigger a storm of overwhelming sensations within him.

This tiny, potent trace of enigma pheromones made his breathing grow heavier. The unfamiliar scent only intensified his agony, and he struggled weakly, trying to push it away.

Seeing Ling Ran grow even more restless, his slender wrists feebly attempting to shove him away, Jiang Zhiyu suddenly gripped his sharp chin with one large hand, forcing his damp, flushed lips apart.

The silken black necktie invaded like a conqueror, thrusting ruthlessly into the Omega's soft, fevered mouth.

Ling Ran's eyes widened instantly, his lips forced open by the fabric, rendering him unable to make a sound.

The scent of alcohol was potent—like top-shelf tequila. Even the faintest trace on the tie was enough to flood his senses.

Tears spilled faster, but before he could react, a large suit jacket was abruptly draped over his head.

After bundling the little Omega up, Jiang Zhiyu knotted the sleeves tightly around him to prevent escape, then scooped him up from the toilet seat and kicked open the stall door, striding out without hesitation.

Just before leaving, he glanced at the pristine white toilet lid, now glistening with a pool of translucent wetness.

The rich, intoxicating scent of roses and grapes had already begun to seep out from the stall.

***

The building had a private elevator reserved for the CEO. Jiang Zhiyu carried Ling Ran straight down to the underground parking garage. Zhao Qin, having received the call, had already prepared the car. A black Maybach waited at the elevator exit.

Seeing the private elevator doors open, Zhao Qin hurriedly said, "President Jiang..."

But he froze instantly—their President Jiang was actually carrying someone in his arms!

That person was even wrapped in President Jiang's custom-made suit worth 300,000 yuan!

Zhao Qin was dumbfounded. He had dropped off President Jiang alone this morning—how had he returned with another person? Jiang Zhiyu calmly ordered, "Open the door."

Zhao Qin quickly ran over to open the car door. After watching Jiang Zhiyu toss the person in his arms into the back seat and get in himself, he hurried back to the driver's seat.

Through the rearview mirror, he saw Jiang Zhiyu pull off the suit jacket, revealing a beautiful face flushed with heat and damp with sweat. Zhao Qin took a closer look and nearly dropped his eyeballs in shock.

"President Jiang, isn't this... the young master of the Ling family? The one engaged to the second branch? How did he end up here? His wedding with President Sheng Yi is coming up soon..."

Soon, we'll have to call him 'young uncle' when we see you.

Before he could finish, a cold, heavy gaze from the rearview mirror silenced him instantly.

Jiang Zhiyu glanced sideways at the disheveled little Omega before him. The black tie was already soaked through halfway. He pinched the edge of the tie with two fingers and slowly pulled it away.

Hearing the little Omega whimper softly in discomfort as the fabric grazed his lips, the corner of Jiang Zhiyu's mouth lifted slightly in a cold smirk.

"Get out."

Zhao Qin didn't dare delay for a second, scrambling out of the car immediately.

The moment the door closed, Jiang Zhiyu reached out and tore off the scent patch on the little Omega's nape.

A torrent of rose and grape fragrance instantly flooded the car, so sweet and cloying it made one's fingers itch—to peel away the translucent purple skin of the grape and taste the juicy, plump flesh inside.

To see if a single bite could carry the scent of flowers.

Such fervent Omega pheromones could drive any alpha with weak self-control into madness. Yet Jiang Zhiyu showed no reaction as he inhaled the intense floral-fruity aroma.

The car's excellent insulation ensured the Omega's scent wouldn't leak outside.

The little Omega slumped weakly against the window, his entire body damp and exuding fragrance. He seemed to be nearing his breaking point, his breathing growing faint.

This state was dangerous enough for an Omega—without timely relief, it could cause physical harm.

Jiang Zhiyu retrieved an inhibitor from the car. However, this was a potent formula designed specifically for enigmas, with a dosage stronger than regular inhibitors.

After expelling the air from the syringe, he prepared to inject Ling Ran with one-third of the dose.

But when he pushed up Ling Ran's sleeve to the elbow, he discovered faint needle marks scattered along the pale, delicate arm.

The freshest one looked like it had been made just yesterday, the surrounding skin still tinged with faint redness.

The inhibitor in his hand paused mid-air.

No one expected this little Omega had already taken so many suppressants. Could he have developed a dependence on them? If injected too frequently, he might gradually become reliant on suppressants for brief moments of clarity.

After a brief moment of consideration, Jiang Zhiyu put away the suppressant.

If he ended up breaking this person, he wouldn't be able to explain himself to the Ling and Jiang families.

He pulled the little Omega close, letting him lean against his shoulder, his slender, soft waist easily encircled by one arm.

Then, he reached up and slightly peeled back the edge of the scent-blocking patch on the back of his own neck.

As if anticipating something, he firmly grasped the little Omega's wrists with one hand.

Enigma pheromones began to seep slowly through the gap in the patch—an overwhelmingly powerful, terrifying force of destruction. The rich, intense aroma of premium tequila instantly saturated the entire car.

The pitiful scent of rose and grape trembled, shrinking under the pressure, entangled, invaded, and then slowly infused with the strong liquor, transforming into a freshly pressed, intoxicating wine.

Ling Ran felt as though countless new sensory receptors had sprouted across his skin. Every inch of his body was enveloped, drenched in the oppressive Enigma pheromones, relentlessly flooding him with their domineering, terrifying force.

Aside from Jiang Shengyi, Ling Ran had never been subjected to such an overwhelming infusion of another's pheromones. And this aggressive, top-shelf tequila was far more ruthless and overbearing than misty snow and pine.

Not only did it invade his veins with swift urgency, but it also sought to saturate every drop of his blood with its own essence.

Ling Ran couldn't withstand the suffocating tidal wave of pheromones crashing down on him. His mouth fell open as he gasped desperately for air, like a drenched fish stranded on the shore, teetering on the brink of death. The harder he breathed, the more the pheromones surged into his body, intensifying the assault.

He tried to push back, to struggle, but his wrists were held fast, leaving him helpless. Trembling, he sobbed, his voice hoarse as he fought in vain.

His body, accustomed only to the pheromones of his fated partner, instinctively rejected any scent other than snow-laden pine.

Jiang Zhiyu simply tightened his grip on that slender waist, pressing him flush against his chest, leaving no room for escape.

The Enigma's expression was terrifyingly stern as he released his pheromones—especially when he sensed the little Omega in his arms resisting their invasion.

Enigmas stood above all species and genders, their authority and dominance permitting no defiance.

If they willed it, any gender could be reduced to a plaything for their pleasure. Even an Alpha could be forcibly transformed into an Omega—let alone this fragile, pitiful little Omega.

The bitter, slightly astringent scent of tequila suddenly intensified, carrying a destructive edge that seemed capable of crushing everything in its path. It surged even more violently toward the trembling, delicate figure in his arms.

Only when he felt the struggling force of the little Omega in his embrace gradually weaken—even beginning to yield under the forceful coercion of his pheromones—did Jiang Zhiyu's expression soften slightly.

He tightened his hold around the shivering figure, lifting them onto his lap before gently wiping away the tears streaking their flushed face.

The little Omega before him had reddened eyes, their entire body drenched as if just pulled from water, yet the frenzied heat raging inside them seemed temporarily suppressed.

Patting their soft, snow-like cheek, Jiang Zhiyu asked in a low voice, "Do you recognize who I am?"

The little Omega had long lost all reason, now thoroughly soaked in his pheromones like a grape steeped in a vat of tequila—softened, intoxicatingly sweet.

"L-Little Uncle..."

Their voice was hoarse, perhaps dredged up from a fleeting moment of clarity amidst the earlier torment. Then, darkness swallowed their vision, and they collapsed entirely into the enigma's embrace.

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