Ye Jindu finished smoking a cigarette in the lounge and absentmindedly took out his phone, scrolling through Weibo.

The search term "Shizheng" immediately brought up my Weibo account.

The pinned Weibo post is a group photo taken by the studio on New Year's Day. It should be the staff members, and Shi Zheng stands at the second place from the left at the back. She is just lightly smiling, with her lips slightly pursed, giving off a somewhat shy appearance. However, her face is beautiful, and even though she is standing in the back, she is incredibly eye-catching.

Ye Jindu idly browsed through Shi Zheng's Weibo homepage, only to find that there was hardly any portrayal of his private life on the account. It mainly consisted of work-related content, occasionally liking posts from his fans. He seemed quite approachable, with some airport photos and fan snapshots. He could be considered an exemplary star. However, Ye Jindu didn't believe in these things. He understood the power of packaging that a talent agency possessed. A competent team could create any desired persona for the audience.

When the sound of knocking on the door rang out, Ye Jindu was watching a selected clip from "Ten Miles of Red Courtyard". In the scene, a guzheng player in Republic of China attire was strolling the streets with a young girl, when the girl's purse got stolen and instead of catching the thief, the guzheng player, a young master, got beaten up.

Ye Jindu was puzzled. When faced with someone who rarely showed emotions on their face, how is it that when they acted, their expressions multiplied like Sichuan opera face-changing, it simply didn't seem like the same person.

Ye Jindu propped up his chin and said, "Please come in." In the meantime, he swiftly pressed the phone to hang up the call.

Shi Zhen, still dressed in a hat and a mask, opened a gap amidst the crowd and casually leaned against the wall. With his legs crossed, he nonchalantly twirled his smartphone and said to Alpha, "It's over."

Yejin Du asked naturally, "What do you mean?"

The shizheng paused for a moment, and a pair of dark, glossy eyes gazed at Ye Jindu.

Ye Jindu tapped his chin with his phone, then stood up with a stretch and yawned. He said, "OK, respect privacy."

Shi Zheng looked at Alpha's profound and tranquil brows and eyes under the soft glow of the lights. She felt a lump in her throat and cleared it with a soft cough before saying, "Dr. Sheng said to come back for another check-up next week."

He recalled the final reminder from Sheng Ximing, and felt a sudden surge of warmth behind his neck.

"But these past couple of days... It would be best to use some spray."

"Spray?"

Ye Jindu suddenly had a moment of enlightenment, realizing that it was his neglect.

Because Omega individuals generally receive protection from the government, they are granted a heat period leave and can stay at home, thus they don't need to use scent dispersants. However, Shi Zhen needs to conceal her own identity, so the spray is indispensable for her.

"I understand, you go back to the car first, I'll go get it."

Ye Jindu handed the car keys to Shi Zheng, then headed to Sheng Ximing's office.

Sheng Ximing sent several messages in the group one after another. He completely forgot how he had solemnly promised not to disclose any secrets to anyone earlier, but at that time, he didn't even know that the mysterious man turned out to be the famous movie emperor and an Omega! The entertainment industry is indeed full of hidden depths...

"Brothers, don't sleep! I have some major news here."

I wonder if these rich kids are all immortals. They don't sleep even in the middle of the night and their responses to messages are so prompt.

Anonymous Netizen A: "You got beaten by a patient?"

Anonymous netizen B: "Did your hospital go bankrupt?"

Anonymous internet user C: "Did you get arrested for soliciting prostitution?"

Sheng Ximing took a moment to calm down his infuriated state of mind before texting, "That guy Ye Jindu has caused a major incident!"

Ye Jindu, who was also in the group, witnessed Shen Ximing actively spreading rumors and wanted to kick him out of the group.

The comments below swiftly transformed again.

Anonymous internet user A: "Ye Jindu is back to his old tricks?"

Anonymous netizen B: "Did Ye Jindu Company go bankrupt?"

Anonymous internet user C: "Ye Jindu got caught soliciting prostitutes?"

Sheng Ximing burst into laughter and then glanced at the screen of his phone, which displayed the message: "You have been removed from the group by the group owner and cannot send messages."

After a while, it displayed again, "You have received an invitation from anonymous netizen C to join this group."

In the group chat, everyone is mentioning the anonymous internet user Y. Mr. Ye Jindu, known as "Y", spoke up, saying, "Let's care for the elderly and not provoke Sheng Ximing."

"F*ck off, Ye Jindu! You're still left to take care of the children!"

"The potential blind dates introduced to you by your grandma have been lined up all the way to the cross-sea bridge. If you still refuse to accept them, she'll think you've developed a distorted psyche from unrequited love for me over these many years."

Ye Jindu held his hands together and would deliberately sprinkle salt on people's wounds.

"I'm sorry, I'm already married and not interested in flirting."

Dr. Sheng shook the ring on his ring finger.

Ye Jindu looked at the ring, with a hint of complexity in his eyes, but fortunately both of them chose to briefly brush past the topic.

Sheng Ximing handed the spray to Ye Jindu and reminded him, "Just play around with it, don't take it too seriously. You possess the spirit of Xixi Fosi. Your grandfather can still lift a rifle, but he can't fight against it, my brother."

Ye Jindu listened and there was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. He said, "I've always said that I enjoy helping others. Do you believe me or not?"

Sheng Ximing was dumbfounded for a moment, incredulously saying, "Don't mess with me. I've heard of lending a hand with a sword, but I've never heard of lending a hand with a dick."

Dr. Sheng skillfully patted Ye Jindu's chest muscles and said, "I understand, I understand. When you're young and full of energy, it's inevitable to have some close calls. Just make sure nobody ends up dead."

Ye Jindu looked at his nonchalant expression and fell silent for a moment before saying, "Who can really say for sure about these matters?"

"Hey, what do you mean by that?"

Ye Jindu put the spray into the pocket of his coat, looking very relaxed, with his usual smile and an air of indifference.

The scent of the spray in the carriage masked the pheromones emanating from the two individuals. Ye Jindu closed the lid and said, "It would be best if you didn't leave the house these past few days."

Shi Zheng understood his thoughts and nodded.

"This is my number."

Ye Jindu took out a box of name cards from the car and wrote his personal phone number on the back of one of the cards.

"No other intentions, if you find it uncomfortable, you can throw it away later."

Ye Jindu's words left room for both parties. Shi Zheng was not foolish either. After all, she had been in the entertainment industry for so many years, and even the most cold-hearted and poker-faced person understood the concept of putting on a show when the circumstances called for it. Thus, she accepted.

When Ye Jindu exited the hospital parking lot, the sky had already taken on a hazy gray hue of dawn, as if ink had been diluted layer by layer in water and seeped into layers of gauze paper. As he drove onto the road, a red light obstructed his path. He lowered the car window slightly, and the smell of spray inside the cabin was not particularly pleasant, reminiscent of a mixture of disinfectant and medication, although it could not compare to the sweet scent of creamy peach.

There is a huge billboard hanging on the high building by the road. Among a series of different faces, there is a particularly cold yet extraordinarily elegant and glamorous perfume advertisement. It features a zheng player wearing a white shirt with a complex pattern on the collar, holding a black perfume bottle.

- Enigmatic, the light of the forest.