Chapter 58 Even If You Were My Mistress, It Wouldn’t Be Your Turn

Chapter 58: If You Want to Be My Side Piece, It's Not Your Turn Either

Zhao Jinzong can't smell pheromones. For him, getting through a rut with suppressants is a kind of periodic pain akin to "gland damage."

Of course, needing a partner's pheromones to soothe during a rut is an innate instinct for anyone except betas, and Zhao Jinzong is no exception. But the compatibility of pheromones and their scent don't matter to Zhao Jinzong—he can't smell them anyway, and the level of comfort his body feels from pheromones can be measured on a different dimension.

99% compatibility and 1% compatibility are the same to Zhao Jinzong.

Two years ago, the invitation from the Alpha Federation sent to Chen Su was applied for by Zhao Jinzong.

It had nothing to do with pheromone compatibility.

99% compatibility was merely to lend the invitation a bit more legitimacy.

When Zhao Jinzong was at the International General Administration, he almost never released pheromones.

No one could make the powerful Enigma actively release soothing pheromones, and besides, people at the Administration were terrified of him, an Enigma. Zhao Jinzong's reputation commanded fear; just standing there sent chills down spines, so there was no need to use pheromones to intimidate.

After returning home, the first time Zhao Jinzong used his pheromones to soothe Chen Su, he began to see the rut in a new light and gained new insight into compatibility.

However, that's not why Zhao Jinzong wears the monitoring watch.

He wears it more to monitor Chen Su's pheromones.

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"Does Mr. Zhao really like that watch?" Chen Su pressed on. "Is it special?"

Uncle Wen smiled and said, "...That watch has good features."

Chen Su was curious: "What features?"

Uncle Wen broke out in a sweat, "...", unable to speak. *Stupid mouth! Make something up!*

After a long moment, Uncle Wen managed an excuse: "Not sure... The General Administration said it has good features."

Chen Su didn't press further. He had Uncle Wen pull over at the mall entrance up ahead, got out, found a luxury store, and picked out a Longines Conquest—low-key and classy.

As he came out of the store, someone called from behind, "Chen Su?"

Chen Su turned and saw Jiang Minglang.

Jiang Minglang was Xiao An's older brother, and an alpha. Chen Su had once been a tutor for Jiang Minglang for a while.

Chen Su just nodded slightly. Aside from the employer connection, he scorned the Jiang family. The Jiang family placed extreme importance on alphas. Chen Su had once accidentally overheard Jiang Minglang's parents discussing giving Xiao An experimental injections for a secondary alpha differentiation.

They coldly discussed: if the injection failed and Xiao An didn't differentiate, they would marry him off to an alpha of equal family status. The alpha they had selected was notorious in Huaicheng.

Normal parents would never inject their omega child with illegal drugs to make them differentiate into an alpha, never sacrifice their child's marriage for profit, and certainly wouldn't remain indifferent after Xiao An was kidnapped—doing nothing but call the police, and never visiting him even once after he was rescued.

"You don't remember me? I'm Jiang Minglang. I used to be your student," Jiang Minglang said with a smile, his eyes carrying a suggestive look as he gazed at Chen Su.

When Chen Su had tutored Jiang Minglang, he had still been an omega.

Jiang Minglang had been young and reckless back then, too focused on fun. Meeting Chen Su again now, he realized how he had been wasting something precious back then.

"I don't remember clearly," Chen Su said with a faint smile. "Sorry, I have things to do today. Let's talk another time."

Chen Su's phone rang. It was Uncle Wen calling, saying he was waiting in the mall's underground parking and gave Chen Su a spot number. Chen Su said he got it and walked while looking for an elevator.

Jiang Minglang strode up, showing concern, chatting about old times, asking about Chen Su's work and partner.

Chen Su let out a light laugh. "I have a partner, and you might not know, but I've undergone secondary differentiation into an alpha—S3-level alpha, higher rank than you. I have principles when choosing a partner. I don't like to settle for less—I'm not into downgrading."

Jiang Minglang raised an eyebrow. He was an S2-level alpha, lower than Chen Su's current level. When Chen Su said this, there was an innate arrogance that made him feel belittled. He worked his jaw in irritation, yet there was also a strange, unexplainable thrill.

Jiang Minglang had dated a few omegas, but got bored quickly. They'd just cry and whimper in bed—nothing interesting, just soft bodies.

Jiang Minglang sized up Chen Su: slim back, a loose shirt tucked in at the waist, making it look particularly slender, with a distinct outline. He felt like he could see the small of Chen Su's back through the shirt, and he was certain the dimples of his lower back would be deep.

"Is that so? Why isn't he here with you? It's the New Year—letting you wander around all by yourself?"

Jiang Minglang didn't believe Chen Su's words.

Chen Su ignored Jiang Minglang, looking for the parking spot, not wanting to get involved.

Jiang Minglang couldn't bear to let Chen Su go. Chen Su was too good-looking, with an edge. The worse someone's temper, the more satisfying it is to dominate them in bed—their begging for mercy is incomparably thrilling.

Jiang Minglang had never met anyone who made him feel this way before, and now that he had, he had no intention of letting Chen Su leave so easily.

Chen Su walked to another area. As he turned a corner, Jiang Minglang grabbed his wrist and pinned him against the wall, his tall frame almost flush against Chen Su's. But Chen Su wasn't an omega—he didn't emit the pheromones that soothe an alpha. Even in a public parking garage, Jiang Minglang clung to a shred of sanity.

When Jiang Minglang grabbed Chen Su's wrist, he noticed Chen Su was wearing leather gloves.

Sensual and unbearably refined.

Jiang Minglang never imagined that his former tutor, now an alpha, could be so alluring.

"Chen Su, your partner is an omega, right? What's the fun in being with an omega? How about trying an alpha? Don't worry, I'm skilled. Just want a sample. I won't tell your omega, won't ruin your relationship, and I'll give you a generous sum of money." Jiang Minglang said "taste" as if it were natural, laying out his tactics of coercion and bribery.

Chen Su let out a laugh. "Want to be my side piece?"

Jiang Minglang hadn't expected Chen Su to say such a blunt word. His expression stiffened. He was a respected figure in Huaicheng—how had he become someone desperate to be Chen Su's mistress?

Chen Su tried to shake his wrist free.

Jiang Minglang held on tightly, staring at Chen Su's collar, which had been pulled askew from the struggle. Chen Su's neck bore hickeys. Jiang Minglang licked his lips. "Don't be so harsh with your words. If you're satisfied with me and willing to break up, I'll date you properly."

Chen Su yanked his wrist free and delivered a sharp slap to the alpha's face—*smack!*

The slap was brutal. Jiang Minglang's mouth split open, blood filling his mouth, his cheek burning. The young master of Huaicheng, coddled by all and accustomed to looking down on others and striking them, had never encountered such treatment. He immediately flared up. "Chen Su, since you can't take a hint, don't blame me for what happens next."

Chen Su dealt him another quick slap, then smoothly pulled off his glove, revealing a look of contempt and arrogance, and said coldly, "Sorry, but even if you want to be my side piece, you don't make the cut."