Chapter 44 Part 2

Outside the Isolation Room, ten well-trained elite bodyguards quickly took down the few security guards at the door without much effort, leaving them kneeling and begging for mercy.

In the middle of watching the competition, Shi Youwan had received a message from a lookout and immediately issued orders for Zhang Kai to take people and intercept Li Longfeng’s car on the road. She herself brought bodyguards and forced her way into the Isolation Room.

The Isolation Room door was opened. The temperature inside was like a scorching summer day—no lights, no air purification system.

The dense Alpha Pheromones inside were so thick they nearly made her unsteady on her feet. It was the coconut scent she was most familiar with and craved. With the power cut, she could only vaguely make out the large furniture.

“Xiao Mo?”

After a call full of worry, she heard a faint movement from the left rear.

The circuits weren’t back on yet. Qiao Ke came in and turned on her phone’s flashlight. “President Shi, watch your step!”

On the floor by the sofa was a hanging painting broken in the middle, but the wooden frame seemed undamaged.

Such frames were very sturdy, and the canvas material wasn’t soft either. If it had hit someone, it would definitely hurt.

I hope it didn’t hit Miss Mo.

Qiao Ke prayed silently.

In the past two months, the number of times she’d prayed to Buddha and the gods had definitely surpassed the number of times she and her girlfriend had gone to bed in a year.

Seeing this, both quickened their pace and followed the sound to the far left of the sofa.

Chi Yumo was curled into a ball in the corner, hands hugging her head, arms tightly covering her ears. The outer arm had an obvious scrape.

As they got closer, a faint bloody smell drifted over.

“Xiao Mo!”

Shi Youwan cried out in shock, half-kneeling without a care for poise and pulling her into her arms. No matter how she struggled wildly, Shi Youwan held tight. “Don’t be scared, don’t be scared—it’s me. Xiao Mo, Big Sis is here. Big Sis… will take you away.”

While softly coaxing her, Shi Youwan released her own S-Level Pheromones to soothe the Alpha in her Susceptible Period.

The bone-deep heartache couldn’t be soothed no matter what.

As if the dual soothing worked, the Alpha’s trembling and struggling lessened. But right after, Shi Youwan’s waist was encircled by a pair of strong arms.

The Alpha’s head lifted slightly, her breathing rough and undisguised, eyes filled with insatiable desire, lips crusted with drying blood.

She looked just like a ferocious, bloodthirsty beast.

A beast? So what? As long as it was her beloved Xiao Mo, it was fine. She’d even feed it with her blood willingly.

“Want my Pheromones?”

Shi Youwan gently rubbed the back of Chi Yumo’s head with infinite tenderness, her voice like clear spring water flowing through summer mountains, soft and pleasing.

She endured the painful grip around her waist and used her free hand to brush aside the inky long hair at the nape, exposing the Omega’s vulnerable gland to the Alpha’s lips. “Bite me. Even hard is okay.”

Invited and encouraged, the Alpha blinked, bared her elongated, itchy, swollen sharp gland teeth, and leaned forward woodenly. She sniffed the enticing lotus scent and went straight for the source.

Qiao Ke, nearby, had relied on an Inhibitor shot before entering the door to barely hold on without being overwhelmed by Chi Yumo’s S+ Grade Alpha Pheromones, her hands and feet unsteady.

But seeing these two put on such a show right under her nose gave her goosebumps all over, and her nape tingled numbly.

She couldn’t urge them on, though. No way.

The expected pain didn’t come. Shi Youwan half-closed her eyes, indulging as the Alpha’s chapped lips pressed, rubbed, and ground against the tender skin of her neck.

An Alpha abstinent for a year savored the taste, her sharp teeth pressing against the gland opening, tongue circling the edge, slowly sucking the nutrients.

It was an Alpha’s instinct toward an Omega, and Chi Yumo’s instinct toward Shi Youwan.

Qiao Ke, just one step away, was overwhelmed by the two high-level Pheromones and felt weak. She suggested, “President Shi, Miss Mo, how about we… first…”

“Miss Mo!”

Chen Qiuxue, rescued by the bodyguards, panted heavily with disheveled hair and rushed anxiously into the Isolation Room.

Qiao Ke shushed her. “Don’t shout. Come help support her—let’s leave first.”

In her heart, though, she cheered silently, relieved someone else was here to share the “suffering” in this erotic scene—not just her enduring it alone.

…

Zhang Kai was out on mission, so driving fell to Qiao Ke. If she hadn’t pushed herself to get her international license the year before last, the car wouldn’t have moved.

Back at the private residence with the limp and groggy Chi Yumo, Chen Qiuxue held back several times but finally spoke after settling Chi Yumo in Shi Youwan’s second-floor bedroom.

“President Shi, I, I’ll go get the Inhibitor prepared for Miss Mo.”

Chi Yumo’s Pheromones had been unstable, thick and thin by turns these past two days. Yesterday, after the first half ended, she’d quietly asked if it was her Susceptible Period.

Seeing her nod and say she could hold out a few more days, Chen Qiuxue had relaxed a bit and bought plenty of Inhibitors and Inhibitor Patches for her.

Today, both their bags had them—six shots total.

“No need. I’ll take good care of her.”

Shi Youwan’s gaze lingered on Chi Yumo’s face as she gently brushed her hair to the sides.

Worried she was still having nightmares, Shi Youwan used her fingertip to massage the girl’s slightly furrowed brow clockwise, smoothing away the anxiety hidden there.

Chen Qiuxue knew exactly what the best care for a Susceptible Period Alpha was from an Omega.

Fine—the president was volunteering to be Miss Mo’s Inhibitor. “Then I’ll go back to the hotel to deal with the committee and MENAS people. Miss Mo’s in your hands.”

“Mm. Contact Qiao Ke if anything comes up.”

Chen Qiuxue had just left when Qiao Ke came in with the medical kit. “Miss Mo’s arm wound—let’s disinfect it.”

Chi Yumo had changed into the ethnic outfit for her second round before going to the restroom—a short-sleeved mulberry silk embroidered cheongsam.

The skirt was a pale, elegant moon-white, with two emerald-green bamboos embroidered stitch by stitch from hem to chest, simple and graceful.

Though not custom-made for her, it was a one-of-a-kind artwork from a master craftsman that Shen Muxi had painstakingly sourced—a treasure.

For this, Chi Yumo had dyed her hair back to black before leaving the country, embodying the traditional Chinese look to interpret Chinese ethnic style.

The top two disc buttons at the collar were undone—Shi Youwan had done it in the car. Afraid the fitted cheongsam was too tight and would press on the swollen Glands, making it hard for Chi Yumo to breathe.

Chi Yumo now lay unconscious on the bed, likely from a brief fainting spell after extreme mental tension.

Her hands and fair arms had light and heavy bruises and scrapes—all fresh. Shi Youwan couldn’t tell if Chi Yumo had done them to herself in the Isolation Room or if security had caused them.

Either way, those security guards had been beaten bloody too—served them right for Xiao Mo.

“I’ll do it.”

Shi Youwan took the iodine-soaked cotton swab from Qiao Ke and carefully dabbed the broken skin, her movements extremely gentle.

Qiao Ke, however, was worried. “Kai Ge asks—how to entertain that VIP guest we picked up?”

“Doesn’t she like gambling and playing around?”

Shi Youwan didn’t stop her hands, her icy tone flat. “Then gamble with her, play with her. Let her choose: spend tonight in the police station awaiting bail, or take some hardship tonight and keep playing the rich heiress at Lan Wei. If she picks the latter, have Zhang Kai double the pain Xiao Mo suffered these two times and pay it back to her. Remember to know when to stop.”

“Yes.”

Shi Youwan’s final “know when to stop” let Qiao Ke’s suspended heart land.

She’d truly feared her boss would fly into a rage for her beloved and go to illegal extremes, heedless of the law.

Especially abroad.

Once Qiao Ke left and the room warmed up, Shi Youwan slowly helped Chi Yumo out of her soiled undergarments, then went back and forth to the bathroom, using hot towels to wipe her body twice.

The second time doing this, she wasn’t as flustered—her technique much more practiced.

She also used a cotton swab with water to clean the crusted blood from the girl’s bitten lower lip.

Afterward, she tucked the sleeping girl under the covers and planted kisses one by one on her forehead, cheeks, and lip corners.

“You’re safe now. Sleep well—I’m right here.”

Her gentle tone was like rose petals lifted from a flowerbed, drifting piece by piece into the girl’s brightening dreams.

With that, she took her phone back into the bathroom and called Shen Muxi.

Pay her back in her own coin—after tonight, the punishment and intimidation of Li Longfeng would be achieved. She needed to discuss with Shen Muxi who should take responsibility for more stability.

After all, Mo Yu was Shen Muxi’s artist, under her protection—their honor and disgrace tightly linked.

The call connected quickly. “Mu Xi.”

“I say, President Shi, you’re finally free? How’s little Mo Mo? Hurt badly?”

“She’s okay. I checked—all minor scrapes and bruises.”

“Good as long as she’s okay.” After hearing Chen Qiuxue’s on-site report, the distant Shen Muxi couldn’t help but get angry too.

What she’d feared had come, but thankfully Shi Youwan was there guarding and protecting her, preventing an irreversible situation. She was glad she’d wisely gotten Shi Youwan, this big shot, as Chi Yumo’s backup.

This emotional “insurance” was brilliantly placed.

“Li Longfeng’s done for.” Shi Youwan leaned her slender shoulders against the wall, facing the vanity mirror, head slightly lowered.

Left hand at her ear, right idly fiddling with the warm peridot at her collarbone, matching her body heat. She wore this necklace every time she came to see Chi Yumo.

It was her only treasure. Xiao Mo was her only one too.

“You’re sure she did it?” Shen Muxi regretted the stupid question immediately. “You… you didn’t…?”

“She won’t die.”

“……” Shen Muxi clicked her tongue. The madwoman was truly mad. “President Shi, human lives are precious—try not to touch them if you can. Take it easy, okay? Someone like Li Longfeng is just scum. It’s not worth dirtying your hands.”

“Mm.”

Mm? That’s it? Would it kill her to say a few more words?!

Shen Muxi clenched her fists, itching to rip Shi Youwan’s mouth apart and see if she could still spit out words one by one like that.

She took a deep breath and smiled. “So, President Shi, what did you call me for?”

“I’m wondering, after Li Longfeng survives this ordeal, who she’ll turn her spear on? Mo Yu’s future, and your company’s future—can you protect them?”

At this point, no matter whether she showed up or dragged Li Longfeng to court, Shen Muxi’s connections to Mo Yu and to her would pull them all in.

It looked like they held the advantage for now, but the “handles” Li Longfeng had accumulated abroad were unpredictable variables. It wasn’t guaranteed they could successfully convict her.

If it had been that easy to pin down Li Longfeng, the other victims besides Xiao Mo wouldn’t have let her roam free for so many years.

Moreover, MENAS’s big boss was no pushover either. Their roots in Lan Wei ran deeper than theirs. She feared that in her haste, she might charge ahead only to fail at the last step, creating endless future troubles—and potentially dragging Sheng Yingfei, who had offered her aid, down with her. That would harm everyone involved.

This was also why Shi Youwan had let Lu Xinming off after suffering such a huge loss back then, even injecting funds afterward to “put aside grudges” and restart Zhaoda Tech’s project, resolving their urgent crisis.

A cornered dog would jump the wall.

Without absolute certainty, she had to use delaying tactics first, letting Lu Xinming see her “sincerity” in making peace, to ensure Chi Yumo’s safety and peace.

Shi Youwan hadn’t entirely forgiven Lu Xinming either. Instead, she had teamed up with Zhaoda Tech’s Vice President He, openly repairing the plank road while secretly crossing at Chencang. Plenty of people inside Zhaoda Tech wanted to topple Lu Xinming and take his place. She just needed to play the “sponsor,” going with the flow for twice the result with half the effort.

“Tch.” Shen Muxi felt like she had seen through Shi Youwan completely. This woman wasn’t just mad—she was slyly wicked too.

“President Shi, you’re so far-sighted it’s downright awe-inspiring. Fine, no more ‘surviving the ordeal’ talk. Let’s call it quits while we’re ahead. You seal Li Longfeng’s mouth, and I’ll seal Xiao Wei’s. Dare I ask if that’s what you mean, Your Ladyship?”

“Mm.”

Shen Muxi rolled her eyes in exasperation, half-reclining on the sofa as she mangled the throw pillow in her arms. “When will the storm die down?”

Shi Youwan gazed out the window, where it wasn’t yet dark. “At dawn.”