Mr. Yan walked over to the bookshelf, and Gu Qinglan followed suit. It felt as though there was a huge iron weight hanging from his waist, causing him so much pain that he could barely walk. He was unsure if it had injured his bones.

He saw Mr. Yan take a dusty old wine jar from underneath the bookshelf: "Pull up your shirt."

"Ah?" Gu Qinglan paused for a moment, then turned her back and lifted up her clothes.

Mr. Yan poured a small cup of medicinal wine and saw that there were numerous alternating old and new wounds on Gu Qinglan's body, all of which were from previous boxing injuries. There was a particularly serious bruise on her waist, appearing quite severe.

"Take care of it yourself." Mr. Yan placed the medicinal wine on the table and went back to work.

Gu Qinglan hesitated after smelling the pungency of this medicinal wine and said, "It's alright, I'll just go home and apply some ointment."

"What's wrong?"

Gu Qinglan shook his head and said, "It's no big deal anyway." He couldn't admit that he was easily prone to getting drunk. Mr. Yan was a wine seller, but the bodyguard he hired was actually prone to getting drunk. It would be embarrassing to say it out loud.

Mr. Yan lit the alcohol in his cup with a lighter, then dipped his finger into the burning liquid and pressed it onto his injured waist. The slow and powerful touch caused Gu Qinglan to break into a cold sweat from the pain. Occasionally, he let out a subdued groan, his face turning red. Mr. Yan's hands were accustomed to opening wine bottles and holding wine glasses, with his fingertips even bearing slight calluses. As he pressed his hand onto Gu Qinglan's waist, he felt a bit embarrassed. Leaning on the chair, he lifted his clothes to allow someone behind him to caress him, assuming a suggestive posture and emitting such sounds himself.

Oh my goodness... It seems a little overwhelming, like a small film. Luckily, he took the suppressant and used the gland patch. Otherwise, being so close to Mr. Yan, an exceptional Alpha like him, who knows if he might have another attack.

"You have to endure it." Mr. Yan's voice rang out, and Gu Qinglan instantly despised himself. Others were helping to heal his wounds, how could he be so restless.

Perhaps it was due to the effects of alcohol, making her a little dizzy and confused. Gu Qinglan buried her head between her arms and said, "Mr. Yan, thank you..."

Mr. Yan suddenly said, "Alright, you rest first." He got up and walked out.

Gu Qinglan quickly said, "Mr. Yan, I want to follow you."

"No need," Mr. Yan replied without turning back.

The employees outside the door had never seen Mr. Yan move so fast. After entering the adjacent conference room and closing the door, the intoxicating scent of violet wine gradually emanated. Just now, while helping Gu Qinglan apply medicine, he couldn't control the pheromones in his body. His self-control had become so poor. Was this a normal reaction for an Alpha? The effect of Gu Qinglan's body on him was so significant, it made Mr. Yan somewhat doubtful.

He recalled the scene in the wine cellar that day and wondered who that Omega was. Why did they run away...

There were too many people entering the liquor store that day. Although he had always suspected that person to be Gu Qinglan, it seemed unlikely. The official gender information system did indeed show that he had always been a Beta.

After he finally calmed down, he returned to the office and saw Gu Qinglan huddled in the corner. Across from her, a spider also shrank into a corner. The two, a person and a spider, actually confronted each other for a long time without determining a winner. The atmosphere was tense.

Mr. Yan said, "These white-eyebrow spiders can be considered beneficial insects. They won't actively attack humans."

Gu Qinglan shook her head, saying, "For me, it's a natural enemy." She watched as Mr. Yan casually picked up the spider with his bare hands and tossed it out into the woods outside the window, as effortlessly as throwing away a leaf.

That night, Mr. Yan worked overtime until very late. It seemed like the effect of alcohol. Gu Qinglan was extremely sleepy and struggled on the chaise lounge. In the end, he fell asleep. In his dream, he saw a group of spiders descending from the sky, waving their numerous legs. The ground was filled with them. Gu Qinglan was frozen in place, unable to escape. A large spider crawled onto his face and "Hm!" Gu Qinglan hurriedly waved his hand, falling from the chaise lounge to the ground, hitting his injured waist. Afraid of disturbing Mr. Yan, he surprisingly sat up silently.

Mr. Yan had seen everything. He was sitting at the table, his fingers resting on the tabletop. "I've been busy until too late today. I should have reminded you half an hour ago."

The clock has already struck twelve.

Gu Qinglan was puzzled again: Did he stop snoring just now?

He asked tentatively, "Did I disturb Mr. Yan?"

Mr. Yan noticed his drowsy eyes and mischievously spoke some ambiguous words, saying, "Ordinary noises can't bother me."

A typical sound? Gu Qinglan's face turned red. Does it mean that he snores?

On the way back, the city gradually grew quiet. Gu Qinglan endured his rumbling stomach and at a red light intersection, beside which a bus was playing an advertisement for the zoo, a majestic lion walked over and glared at him.

The lion with 3D effects appears vividly lifelike.

Gu Qinglan was shaken and pondered for a while before suddenly realizing, "Come to think of it, it has indeed been a long time since I last had lion's head."

Turning his head, Gu Qinglan saw Mr. Yan looking at him with an interested look, causing Gu Qinglan to become at a loss for words.

Mr. Yan had a lasting impression of this statement, indeed, even after many years passed, the world of foodies was truly incomprehensible.

The next day at noon, Gu Qinglan found Lion's Head in the company cafeteria. He contemplated while holding onto the Lion's Head for a while, and decided to buy a lottery ticket after work later, thinking that he might just win something.

Of course, I didn't win the lottery. Oh well, at least I've had the opportunity to taste Lion's Head Meatball. I can die without any regrets now.