LOGINThe twins were very worried when their Fu Fu didn’t show up to school the next day. They waited by the gate during morning arrival, eyes scanning every face that passed. Then they checked the playground, the hallway, even peeked into his classroom during break. Nothing.
“Maybe he’s sick,” Yo Han whispered, clutching his brother’s hand. “Yeah… he must be really sick,” Yo Sun agreed, voice small. Skipping school was something Li Han would never do, he loved his books too much. The idea of him just… not coming felt impossible. They spent the whole week like that: hopeful in the mornings, disappointed by lunch, and quietly miserable by the end of the day. They talked about going to his house to check on him, maybe bring him soup or a new picture book. But they didn’t know where he lived. They regretted it deeply—why hadn’t they followed him home just once? When they finally worked up the courage to ask their teacher, the answer hit like a cold wave. “He moved away, sweethearts. His family relocated.” Their little hearts cracked open right there in the classroom. He didn’t even say goodbye. No note, no wave, no last cheek kiss. Nothing. The rest of the week blurred into gray. They barely played. They didn’t chatter or cling to each other the way they usually did. Even their usual sparkle dimmed—the big dark-blue eyes looked dull. Their mothers noticed immediately. The two Alphas tried everything: extra hugs, favorite snacks, trips to the park, promises of new toys. Nothing worked. The twins just shook their heads and stared at the empty spot under the big tree where Li Han used to read whenever they were in school. Graduation day arrived, the one they had been so excited about. They had planned it perfectly: they would finally tell Fu Fu their sub-gender results. They would run to him, announce it proudly, and maybe give him the biggest cheek kisses ever. But the spot under the tree stayed empty. The ceremony felt hollow. They stood on stage in their tiny caps and gowns, smiling for the cameras because they had to, but their eyes kept searching the crowd for a familiar quiet face that wasn’t there. When it was over, they went home and cried into their pillows until they fell asleep, exhausted and heartbroken. Just as Elder Huang had said, the move happened the very next day. It took two full days of travel to reach the XX district—long car rides, bumpy trains, and quiet meals eaten in strange rest stops. Then another two days to unpack boxes, arrange furniture, and make the new house feel even a little bit like home. Xiaoming went back to work almost immediately. Jin Xiao, meanwhile, spent those first days searching for a suitable new school. She finally found one, though it was a bit far from their neighborhood. When she worried aloud about the distance, Li Han looked up from his book and said calmly, “I can come home by myself, I’m in junior secondary school now.” She hesitated, then nodded, proud of how grown-up he sounded. She bought his new school uniform, ordered the textbooks and prepared his schoolbag. A few days later, Li Han resumed classes.The new school was different. The school he went to was mostly betas because during this time it was better for the sub-genders to learn about what it entails to being an Alpha or Omega so they were schools which had only omega's or alpha's but since this was a beta school there were no special classes. Li Han sat in his assigned seat near the window, already pulling out a book. The class wasn’t rowdy, but it had its own little cliques—groups of friends who laughed together, shared snacks, whispered secrets. He had no interest in joining any of them. But the girls in the row behind him had no volume control. “Aiya, you must be really smart if you read so much,” one said, leaning over but Li Han didn’t reply, he simply turned the page. “I bet you’d take good care of us during exams. What’s your name?” another asked, giggling. Still nothing. He focused harder on the words. The first girl scoffed. “You little shit, must be really arrogant, huh?” That finally made him move. Li Han stood up abruptly, the chair scraping loudly as he grabbed his book, and walked out without a word. The sudden motion startled them into silence. He headed straight to the library. Finally, quiet. Finally, alone. or so he thought A few minutes later, a girl slid into the seat beside him without asking. "Hello I am Liu Yifei what is your name?" Li Han noted that she was pretty for a beta but not pretty enough to match that of an Omega or Alpha but pretty enough in a lively approachable way. "I am Li Han" Li Han replied seeing that he had no where to run "This is my first time seeing you so you must be new. I already heard about you from the other class—the quiet boy who reads all the time and ignores everyone.” Li Han gave a small nod "So... would you like to be friends?" "No" Li Han replied flatly before going back to reading his book but suddenly he felt an arm being slung over his shoulder and registered a presence sitting beside him “Shūdāizi, stop being such a prude and be my friend. Aren’t I so pretty? Who can resist the great Liu Yifei?” She flipped her hair dramatically, praising herself without a hint of shame. Li Han rolled his eyes, but there was the tiniest twitch at the corner of his mouth. “Wouldn’t you leave me alone, great Liu Yifei?” "Wouldn't you leave me alone great Liu Yifei" Li Han said but Liu Yifei smiled because she made Li Han say her name "I feel like this is a start to a beautiful friendship" Liu Yifei proclaimed but Li Han sighed and continued reading his book.The past three months had been a relentless storm, slowly breaking the edges of their life together, like waves on a weak beach. Zhao Kai, ensnared in a vicious legal tangle, had been accused of assaulting a man who later sued for a fat payout. It was all a big misunderstanding, but truth meant little when greed and rivalry fueled the fire. His business adversaries pounced, prolonging the ordeal with every dirty trick in their arsenal. Liu Jian, Zhao Kai's steadfast attorney and lover, buried himself in the fight. He unearthed irrefutable evidence of innocence from witness statements to surveillance footage and even alibis that shattered the lies but the case dragged on for a grueling ninety days, each hearing a fresh blade twisted in their backs. Yang Jun, meanwhile, was drowning in corporate chaos. The company's stock plummeted like a stone in deep water, investors circling like sharks ready to bolt. The marketing teams—1, 2, and 3—were pushed to the brink, rotating shifts to cras
The late afternoon sun filtered through the heavy curtains of Zhao Kai’s bedroom, casting golden streaks across the hardwood floor. Zhao Kai lounged on the bed, his sharp features softened by the glow of his iPad as he scrolled through a dense academic paper. The faint hum of city life drifted through the cracked window, a distant counterpoint to the quiet intensity of the room. Liu Jian, restless and sprawled beside him, broke the silence with a provocative grin. “Let me fuck you,” Liu Jian said, his voice low and teasing, eyes glinting with mischief. Zhao Kai’s gaze flicked up from the screen, his dark eyes narrowing with a mix of amusement and exasperation. Without a word, he returned to his paper, dismissing Liu Jian’s advance with the casual indifference of someone long accustomed to his antics. “Come on,” Liu Jian pressed, leaning closer, his tone a blend of pout and challenge. “You’ve fucked me plenty of times. Why can’t I have a turn just once?” Zhao Kai sighed, setting th
Zhao Kai stormed into the house, his shoulders taut with the weight of a brutal day, his tie already yanked loose and dangling like a noose around his neck. The air crackled with his pent-up tension—stress warring with a raw, insistent hunger that pulsed through his veins. He tossed his keys onto the counter with a clatter and made a beeline for the master bedroom, his polished dress shoes clicking sharply against the hardwood floor. When he reached the doorway, he paused, his breath catching at the sight of Yang Jun sprawled across the plush gray sofa nestled against the far wall. The man was engrossed in a thick paperback, its spine creased from use, his dark hair falling messily over his forehead. A single lamp cast a warm golden glow over him, softening the sharp angles of his face. Yang Jun didn’t look up immediately, but the shift in the air—Zhao Kai’s heavy presence—must have prickled his senses. His eyes flicked upward, narrowing into a scowl as he caught Zhao Kai staring, u
Yang Jun stirred awake, his body sandwiched between two naked alphas—himself included. As he tried to sit up, a guttural growl of pain tore from his throat, and he collapsed back onto the tangled sheets, the mattress dipping under his weight. His back throbbed mercilessly, a relentless ache that pulsed like a second heartbeat, radiating from his spine down to his hips. He clenched his teeth, fury bubbling up inside him. The cause of his misery was still peacefully asleep beside him, their breathing steady and infuriatingly calm. Unable to contain his frustration, Yang Jun lashed out, smacking the nearest body with a sharp, stinging slap. Zhao Kai jolted awake with a groan, the hit landing squarely on his cheek, leaving a faint red mark. Beside him, Liu Jian sat up too, clutching his head where Yang Jun’s hand had connected, his dark hair falling messily over his eyes. “Ow! What the hell, man? Why’d you hit me so fuckin’ hard?” Liu Jian grumbled, his voice rough with sleep and irritat
Yang Jun had just returned to work, his face bright with smiles as he greeted everyone. He hadn't even settled into his chair when Chen Xingxu approached him, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Do you have your international passport up to date?" "Yes, what's going on?" Yang Jun replied, skepticism creeping into his voice. His international passport was one of the things his parents made him renew even though he had actually no plans of ever travelling. "Well, it's our lucky day," Chen Xingxu announced, barely containing his enthusiasm. "You and I have been chosen to go to Hawaii for an ad shoot." Yang Jun groaned internally, feeling the weight of exhaustion already pressing down on him. And so, Yang Jun found himself on an airplane, with Chen Xingxu snoring loudly against his shoulder. Yang Jun cursed Zhao Kai under his breath, who was comfortably nestled in first class while he endured the cramped conditions of economy. Teams were randomly selected from the marketing team, the
“Dad, Mom, I’m back home,” Yang Jun announced as he stepped into the familiar warmth of his parents’ living room. The television blared cheerfully, flashing bright colors from a game show that neither of his parents were truly watching anymore. The low table in front of the couch was littered with sunflower seed shells, an unmistakable sign that his parents had been camped there for hours. The air smelled comforting and lived in, a mix of roasted seeds, detergent, and the faint aroma of simmering soup from the kitchen. “Ah, Jun, you’re back!” Mrs. Yang immediately stood up, her face breaking into a wide smile. She wiped her hands on her apron before pulling him into a brief but tight hug, patting his back like she was making sure he was real. Mr. Yang glanced over briefly from the television, acknowledging his son with a nod before his attention drifted back to the screen. “Why did you suddenly bring all these snacks and groceries?” Mr. Yang asked, finally turning his head properl







