Chapter Seven
"Ok." Haoran picked a drink from a waiter's tray and clinked with hers. He was bored, so why not find something to entertain himself before the real reason he came arrived?
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Fu Mansion.
Zixuan was about to slip on his suit when suddenly a dizzying wave of heat washed over him. A sweet scent instantly hit his nostrils, thick.
His eyes instantly widened.
"No... not now," he muttered, trying to grip the wardrobe to stabilize himself.
He was going into heat.
Picking up his phone, he called his assistant, "Bring a suppressant and a patch for me," he ordered, then hung up the call as he assisted himself onto his bed.
It didn't take much longer before his assistant knocked on his door.
"Enter."
The door pushed open as the assistant ran in with a nose mask, worried about his boss. "I'm with the suppressant," he waved it for his boss to see.
Zixuan nodded as he stretched his arm. "Mm, inject it."
As the sharp object pierced into his skin, a sharp sting and then a slow burning sensation of the suppressant flooded his system. His heart thudded heavily—once, twice—then steadied.
The scent in the room began to fade as it began to lose its overwhelming sweetness.
Zixuan closed his eyes, chest rising and falling as the haze lifted.
The assistant removed his nose mask. "Sir, are you okay?" he asked, concerned.
"Yeah. Where is the patch?" Zixuan asked.
The assistant removed the patch from the box, giving it to Zixuan, which he pasted on his neck.
"Boss, I think you shouldn't go to the event today."
"Why?"
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"You know suppressants don't last long in your body, since you are an enigma. What if something happens?" The assistant asked worried for his bos
Zixuan rolled his eyes at his worrywart assistant. "Then you'll save me. That's why you're my assistant. And I'll try my best to leave the event early."
He stood up from the bed and was about to strip off his shirt and pants to change into his suit. Zixuan wasn't shy about his assistant looking at him naked, but that didn't mean his assistant wasn't.
When his boss was about to remove his shirt, he instantly shut his eyes, scolding his shameless boss internally.
While closing his eyes, "Sir, you should have told me when you wanted to change. I would have left the room for you," he said, trying to find his way out of the room with his eyes closed.
Zixuan raised an eyebrow at his embarrassed assistant. "What's there to be shy of? We are all men. You're an alpha and I'm an enigma."
"But sir, there's something called embarrassment and privacy."
"Guess I have none," Zixuan said nonchalantly.
The assistant tried desperately to escape through the entrance with his eyes closed but instead tripped over his own feet and fell down.
"Ehhh, be careful," Zixuan shouted as he caught his assistant.
He opened his eyes in shock and was in disbelief at what he saw—his boss's chest was white. White and flawless. He looked delicate inside than when he was wearing a suit or anything else.
He was the exact example of 'don't judge a book by its cover.'
"Are you done looking?" Zixuan teased his assistant, who was in his arms, eyes wide open.
Hearing his boss's voice, he instantly jumped out of his embrace and ran away through the door.
Bam!
The door shut close.
Zixuan couldn't help but burst into laughter. "So cute!" he whispered as he slipped on his suit.
He picked up his favorite watch and slipped it on as he walked out of his room to the outside of his mansion. His assistant was already waiting for him with a car.
The car door was already opened. Without wasting much time, he entered and zoomed off.
"Why are you driving this fast?" Zixuan asked, curious, because the car was moving very fast. He couldn't count how many cars they had overtaken.
The assistant, noticing his boss's confusion, replied, "Sir, we're already too late to the event."
"Mm," Zixuan hummed, not bothered that he was late. If it wasn't because Shengli made him promise to come, he wouldn't have bothered showing up at all.
A few minutes later, they arrived. They were really late because not a single reporter could be found at all. Zixuan, without a care in the world, stepped out of the car and walked into the hall.
As he entered, whispers could be heard as people gossiped about Zixuan. Who didn't know about the infamous Zixuan?
"Who is he? Why are people looking at him like that?" a guest in the crowd asked innocently when she noticed all attention was on the guest who had just entered.
The lady near her opened her eyes in shock when she heard the question. "Which side of the world are you living on? That's Zixuan, the heir of Fu Enterprises—one of the competitors of Li Enterprises. But maybe not for long, since their only offspring is a playboy who fucks anything as long as it's alive."
Hearing the whispers, Zixuan turned to the voice that he could hear more clearly and said, "At least before gossiping about me, make sure I don't hear you clearly."
He glared at the woman, who shivered in fright and quickly apologized.
"You just got here and you're already in the mood to ruin my party?"
"Shengli?" Zixuan rolled his eyes at the cause of his attendance at this party today.
"You are late" Shengli said looking at the arrogant latecomer.
"At least I came." He came, so why was he complaining about his lateness? "Where is your drink stand?"
Shengli shook his head. He came late and the first thing he asked about was where the drink was.
Sigh!
Who asked him to befriend a playboy? "It's there," Shengli said as he pointed to a table where different bottles of drinks were arranged.
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