Chapter 63 Pretending to be A Day Sixty-Three

Chapter 63: Acting as an Alpha – Day 63

Acting as an Alpha – Day 63

Chu Yansheng picked up his water glass again and took a sip before calmly stating:

"It's good that you recognize how important this matter is to the family."

"I'm just not ready to be an omega, but that doesn’t mean I agree with your perspective," Chu Mo said, lifting his gaze to meet Chu Yansheng’s, his tone neither submissive nor arrogant. "To this day, everything I have wasn’t gained by pretending to be an alpha."

Chu Yansheng was taken aback.

"Are you implying your competence alone justifies this?" Chu Yansheng frowned, his voice cold and rational. "But talent isn’t rare. Why would the board and shareholders choose an omega as President? They could oust you in a heartbeat."

Chu Mo remained silent.

After a long pause, Chu Mo finally spoke: "You know I’ve contributed a lot to the group. Not everyone’s against me. Besides, society preaches ABO equality now."

Chu Yansheng sighed.

"If you reveal your gender now, of course society will support you, praise you. The media will call you an omega stronger than any alpha, cashing in on the hype," Chu Yansheng said earnestly. "But the reality is, you’ve been injecting suppressants for nine years, and your body has built up resistance. The suppressants are losing effect. The only solution is to give you a permanent mark—no alternatives."

Chu Mo’s throat tightened involuntarily.

Chu Yansheng stared at him and continued:

"By then, while the whole society applauds your resilience and determination, they’ll also be dumping Chu Group shares—no one will believe a President who can’t even control their pheromones can manage a company."

"That’s the brutal truth. They’ll cheer equality but chase profits."

"Wake up, Chu Mo."

Chu Mo listened quietly to Chu Yansheng’s brutal truths.

After Chu Yansheng finished speaking,

Chu Mo said coolly:

"I’ll say it again—I’m just not ready to be an omega, but I don’t agree with your viewpoint."

With that, Chu Mo stood up, looking down at Chu Yansheng as he said:

"Give me time. I’ll leave overseas before the suppressants fail. There’s no need to say anything else."

Seeing that Chu Mo agreed to go overseas, Chu Yansheng didn’t argue further. He stood up and said, "Fine, I’ll arrange your ticket."

Before leaving, Chu Yansheng took it out on Chu Yun.

Chu Yun was ripped into, his ears red from getting yanked.

Fortunately, it didn’t blow up.

After all, Chu Yun was just a student now, not a big shot at Chu Group.

His gender act had little impact on the company.

After Chu Yansheng left,

Chu Yun, face like a kicked puppy, sought out Chu Mo and sniffled, "Ge, Dad froze my funds..."

Chu Mo chuckled and reached out to ruffle Chu Yun's hair. "It's fine, I've got you."

Chu Yun was taken aback and looked up at Chu Mo. "You’re not mad at me anymore?"

Chu Mo went quiet.

The story had gone off-script, and now he no longer needed to live according to the original role.

In fact... Chu Mo felt a weight lift off his shoulders.

"I’m not mad," Chu Mo said slowly, looking at Chu Yun. "Actually, I owe you thanks."

Hearing this, Chu Yun panicked. "You’re not messing with me, right??"

Chu Mo laughed softly.

"I really do want to thank you. Because of you, I had to rethink the meaning of life," Chu Mo said, his smile fading as he gazed at Chu Yun. "Someday, I’ll live for *me* too."

Touched, Chu Yun's eyes lit up. "Bro, I’m so glad you understand how I feel..."

Posing as an omega, living a lie—Chu Yun had had enough of that life.

He looked up at Chu Mo curiously and asked, "But what do you mean by 'living for yourself'?"

Chu Mo smiled at him but didn’t answer.

Now that the story had gone completely off the rails, Chu Mo no longer needed to stick to the original role before leaving the country.

The knot in his chest loosened, and he gradually began to show a side of himself that was different from usual.

That day.

Chu Mo received a package from City H.

It was sent via discreet shipping.

As he signed for the delivery, Chu Mo received a text from Xu Yi:

"Boss Chu, did you get the new Potent Inhibitor? This one’s a bit stronger than the previous one, though we still haven’t figured out the exact mechanism yet."

Chu Mo replied, "Got it. Appreciate the effort."

Chu Mo’s body had built up a high tolerance to inhibitors.

He wasn’t expecting much.

Still, to update Xu Yi, Chu Mo gave it a shot.

Later that night.

Xie Songchen noticed that Chu Mo had been acting off lately.

He couldn’t put his finger on what exactly had changed.

But he felt that Chu Mo had become way more laid-back than before, having stopped snapping at him.

But at the same time, the emotions in Chu Mo's eyes darkened, as if he was troubled by something.

During dinner.

The TV in the living room was playing a news report, where the host said with cadence:

"Starting at 11 p.m. three days from now, under clear night skies across the Northern Hemisphere, a once-in-a-century Leonid meteor shower will be visible, with an estimated meteor count per hour reaching..."

Everyone's attention was immediately drawn to the news.

Chu Mo paused for a moment when he saw the report.

The Leonid meteor shower?

He remembered experiencing a meteor shower just before his time travel.

At that moment, Zhou Jingyan's eyes lit up as he said, "If the weather's good, I'll make a wish on the meteor shower—to perform on the nation's biggest stage soon."

"That'll happen very quickly," Chu Mo said offhandedly.

Zhou Jingyan was taken aback. "Really?"

Chu Mo gave him a sidelong glance. "What do I get from lying?"

Chi Cheng jumped in, "Then my wish is for people to stop calling me 'Young Master Chi' and just call me 'Chi Cheng,' and for our family business to double in size."

Chu Mo deadpanned, "Keep going, and your family business will expand tenfold."

Chi Cheng nearly choked—Chu Mo was actually encouraging him??

No way!

Blushing slightly, Chi Cheng muttered, "Then... can I change my wish to—"

"No," Chu Mo cut him off. "I know what you're about to say."

"If it were me," Chen Songxie glanced at Chu Mo and pursed his lips before saying, "I'd just wish to be happier."

Chu Mo said bluntly, "Just try being a good guy."

Chen Songxie: "...Do I not seem like one?"

"Well, I hope to become a basketball star," Chu Yun piped up excitedly.

"Of course you can," Chu Mo looked at him and said. "Your brother will be proud of you."

Chu Yun got emotional. "I won't let you down, Bro."

After a pause, Chu Yun asked Chu Mo:

"Bro, what's your wish?"

Chu Mo went quiet.

A wish?

If wishing on a meteor shower could actually work, then he'd want...

Go back to his original world?

Chu Mo couldn’t quite put his finger on what his wish really was.

After a moment of silence, he said, "Haven’t thought of one yet."

Chu Yun looked disappointed. "Really? Nothing at all?"

"Even if I haven’t decided, I’d really like to see the meteor shower," Chu Mo replied thoughtfully. "Maybe seeing it will give me an idea."

He’d seen a meteor shower right before he crossed over.

Maybe seeing another one could send him back?

Xie Songchen just stared at Chu Mo, saying nothing.

Chi Cheng quickly chimed in, "I’ve got a top-of-the-line telescope at my place—I can lend it to you!"

Zhou Jingyan added, "I can write you a script. We can film the whole thing and make a vlog of you watching the meteor shower."

Chen Songxie said calmly, "I’ll check the weather for you and take you to the best spot to see it."

Xie Songchen was the only one who didn’t speak up.

Under everyone’s gaze, Xie Songchen said quietly, "I don’t have any wishes."

Chu Yun rolled his eyes. "Quit the act."

"If I had to have one," Xie Songchen suddenly looked at Chu Mo and said slowly, "it’d have to happen before the meteor shower."

Seeing Xie Songchen eyeing Chu Mo like that, Chi Cheng immediately grew wary and said sourly, "Xie Songchen, don’t even think about it, alright?"

Chu Yun also frowned. "Xie Songchen, what exactly are you trying to do?"

"I hope," Xie Songchen averted his gaze and said offhandedly, "Boss Chu will come to watch my match."

Chu Mo blinked in surprise.

He hadn’t expected Xie Songchen to still remember that.

"Boss Chu is so busy—when would he have time to watch?" Zhou Jingyan shot him down. "It’s not like you’re some VIP..."

Then.

Chu Mo cut in suddenly:

"I’ll go."

Everyone went quiet, stunned.

His eyes widened briefly—Xie Songchen hadn’t expected Chu Mo to agree so readily.

However, before Xie Songchen could even process this—

Chu Mo added to him:

"I’m leaving the country soon... Doubt I’ll get another chance to watch your matches."

The moment those words were spoken, the entire living room went dead silent.

"A-abroad?! Since when?!" Chu Yun looked utterly shocked. "Brother (brother), something this huge—you didn’t tell me?!"

"It was a spur-of-the-moment decision," Chu Mo said nonchalantly. "Besides, I'm telling you now, aren't I?"

Chi Cheng abruptly stood up, frowning. "Why are you suddenly going abroad all of a sudden?"

Zhou Jingyan asked anxiously, "How long are you planning to stay abroad?"

"Most likely, I won’t be coming back," Chu Mo replied.

The air turned frosty.

Everyone’s faces fell.

Xie Songchen’s excitement instantly crashed.

"Why?" Xie Songchen stared at Chu Mo, speaking slowly and deliberately. "Why make this decision so suddenly?"

Chu Mo's tone was light, as if this trip abroad was no different from a regular business trip:

"It’s a company requirement."

"Even if it's for business, you don’t have to move there for good, right?" Xie Songchen looked completely unconvinced.

Then, Xie Songchen’s face fell, his voice lowering:

"Is this about..."

Xie Songchen mistakenly thought Chu Mo's decision to leave was related to his earlier "confession."

"That’s enough, no more questions," Chu Mo interrupted Xie Songchen, looking at him seriously. "I’ll come watch when you film the competition."

Chu Mo was the kind of person who, once he made a decision, was stubborn as hell.

Everyone knew his temperament, and for a moment, they all went quiet.

Chi Cheng, whose mood improved slightly, saw going abroad as no sweat—fewer rivals for him anyway.

Jumping in, Chi Cheng decisively broke the silence, raising a toast to Chu Mo. "No matter what, I wish you all the best."

With that, he poured a full glass of red wine, raised it toward Chu Mo, and knocked it back in one gulp.

Chi Cheng's action seemed to set off a chain reaction.

Soon after, Chu Yun also raised a glass to Chu Mo, asking forgiveness for keeping secrets.

In the time that followed,

the alphas drank like there was no tomorrow, polishing off every last drop on the table.

The crew kept the drinks coming.

Perhaps influenced by the mood, even Chu Mo ended up tossing back a few more.

Under normal circumstances, the usually disciplined Chu Mo would never let himself go like this.

But now, he didn’t have to stick to his usual role anymore.

For once, he could cut loose.

An ordinary dinner turned into a farewell dinner for Chu Mo.

Xie Songchen drank wordlessly.

The staff had to stop him, reminding them they had filming the next day.

Xie Songchen's fingers clenched and unclenched.

He had never imagined that Chu Mo would leave for good.

Ignoring the staff's warnings, Xie Songchen tossed back another drink.

By late night,

the living room reeked of red wine.

A few heartbroken alphas were half-drunk.

Chu Yun, a lightweight, had turned in early.

Chu Mo, letting loose with alcohol for once, also felt a little woozy.

As everyone headed to bed,

Chu Mo figured he’d crash for the night.

However,

when he was halfway up the stairs—

*Snap.*

The villa went dark.

Chu Mo's vision blacked out. His head cleared a little, and he lunged for the railing.

Blind drunk in the dark, Chu Mo groped his way up the stairs.

He wished he hadn’t drunk so much.

At this moment, he even felt his pheromones acting up.

"Xu Yi’s new suppressant’s a dud," Chu Mo thought irritably.

One step at a time,

he’d lost track of the floor.

Finally, Chu Mo remembered he could use his phone for light.

Just as he fumbled for it mid-step,

something tripped him.

The next second, Chu Mo, dizzy and unsteady, pitched forward.

Chu Mo's eyes widened in shock.

Normally, Chu Mo could react quickly.

But now his nerves were numbed by alcohol.

A flash of despair shot through Chu Mo—he was almost prepared for a face-planting.

Then—

Thud!

Chu Mo landed unexpectedly on someone.

He fell into their broad, warm arms.

They wore a shirt, buttons undone from the heat.

Chu Mo could even feel their alcohol-warmed body.

Chu Mo gasped, breath hitching.

So this was who had tripped him.

In the darkness, Chu Mo couldn't tell who was holding him.

The only thing he was certain of was that this was a tall, well-built Alpha.

The impact made his head swim.

The alcohol hit him again, making it even harder to think.

Hanging onto his last shred of clarity, he rasped:

"Who... are you?"

The other stirred at Chu Mo's voice.

The next moment.

The Alpha under him suddenly reached out.

Yanking Chu Mo against them.

Chu Mo wanted to struggle, but the alcohol left him limp.

Their pheromones spiked.

Chu Mo could hardly form a thought.

"Who the hell are you?"

Chu Mo gasped.

The person didn't answer.

Chu Mo made a grab for his phone, but the other noticed and snatched his wrist.

Chu Mo was startled by the iron strength of their grip.

He could actually wrap around Chu Mo’s waist with one hand while gripping his wrist with the other.

Normally, Chu Mo was strong enough to hold his own against him.

But now, weakened by alcohol, all he could muster was a glare shot angrily at the other man:

"Get off!"

In the dark,

the man’s voice suddenly cut through the rough and hoarse as he asked:

"Is it you?"

Chu Mo went rigid.

His thoughts moved like molasses, and coupled with the man's raspy voice, he couldn’t even place the voice at that moment.

The hoarse voice continued:

"Has to be a dream..."

Before Chu Mo could think further,

the man’s hand moved to the back of Chu Mo’s head as he muttered under his breath:

"Last time in the dream, I didn’t get to kiss you."

His tone carried a whiff of petulance, like a sulking child.

Chu Mo’s eyes widened.

The alcohol fogged his mind.

And the sight sent his pulse hammering.

Between the booze and the adrenaline, Chu Mo half-convinced himself this was a dream.

A heartbeat later,

the broad hand cradling his skull tightened slightly.

In an instant,

the heat of a mouth crashed against his, soft and insistent.

The mingled bite of liquor and sweat, panting hot against his skin, seared against Chu Mo’s nose.

The room tilted on its axis.