Chapter 34: Qin Yan… Save Me…

Chapter 34... Qin Yan... Save me...

Crash!

Qin Yan smashed the huge wall mirror with a single strike, glass shards scattered across the floor.

There was no wall behind it—the mirror was actually embedded in a door, disguised to look like a mirror mounted on the wall.

Qin Yan's face darkened, and he plunged into the pitch-black opening without hesitation.

It was pitch black inside. Qin Yan pulled out his phone, switched on the flashlight, and ran, quickly reaching the end.

He felt the wall—it had to be another door.

He pushed it open, and sure enough, it led to another room—a lounge with a layout similar to the last one—but it was still completely empty.

Damn it.

Qin Yan searched around quickly, when something glinted and caught his eye. He looked down—a ring lay on the floor.

"This is... Su Zhiyu's ring?"

Qin Yan hurriedly picked it up. It was indeed the one Su Zhiyu wore, still carrying a faint residual warmth.

His heart lurched.

He must have just been taken away.

Qin Yan rushed out the door and found a hidden elevator outside, parked on the 10th floor.

"The 10th floor..."

It was a private elevator—he couldn't even call it. Qin Yan was so furious he wanted to curse, so he turned to find the stairs instead.

On the other side.

Su Zhiyu stood beside Qin Mo. He had taken off his jacket, leaving only a thin shirt underneath. It was already wet, and now clung to his body, revealing his somewhat slender frame.

Compared to how terrifyingly gaunt he'd been before, Su Zhiyu had indeed put on a little weight now.

Qin Mo reached out and placed his hand on Su Zhiyu's shoulder. The man's touch was gentle, seemingly tender beyond words, yet it made his skin crawl, and he could barely stop himself from running.

No.

He couldn't escape. Everywhere—upstairs, downstairs, inside, outside—was full of Qin Mo's people. How could he possibly get out?

In this moment of despair, Su Zhiyu thought of Qin Yan. Trapped like a caged animal, the only person he could think of was Qin Yan.

"What's wrong? You look nervous, Zhi Yu?"

The man lowered his head slightly, his voice right by his ear.

Su Zhiyu's back went rigid as a board. He tried his best to suppress the panic and discomfort in his heart, attempting to use Qin Yan's name: "President Qin, the young master only gave me a few minutes to change clothes. If I don't show up, he'll be angry."

In the past, Qin Mo would always take Qin Yan into consideration and wouldn't do anything to him.

Taking him away like this was a first—and using such a despicable, underhanded method, clearly not wanting Qin Yan to know.

Why?

Qin Mo let out a low chuckle. His finger, slightly calloused, traced along Su Zhiyu's jaw and gently tilted it up.

The man's predatory gaze landed on his face: "Are you using A Yan to threaten me?"

Su Zhiyu didn't back down: "No."

"No?" Qin Mo's eyes suddenly turned savage as he fiercely gripped the young man's slender neck. "Who allowed you to mention A Yan? Just because you're a piece of trash, you think you deserve A Yan's attention?"

A flicker of confusion crossed his face.

A flicker of surprise flashed across Su Zhiyu's face, but before he could think further, the Alpha's intense pheromones began to flood his nostrils.

The strong scent of vodka spread out instantly, rapidly filling the entire room. It coiled around Su Zhiyu with extreme aggression, desperately stimulating his fragile gland.

Su Zhiyu was still being choked. His face slowly flushed red, and he grabbed at the man's arm with both hands, trying to pull him away, but an Omega's strength was simply too weak—he pulled with all his might but couldn't budge him at all.

"Trash."

Qin Mo suddenly released his grip on his neck, but didn't let him go. The man's large hand reached around the back of his neck and immediately found the suppressant patch.

He let out a sneer: "Heat period? What a coincidence. Since your heat is here, you should find an Alpha to satisfy it."

"No..."

Rip.

The suppressant patch was torn off without mercy. His gland, already more vulnerable during this special period, was deliberately surrounded and teased by the intense Alpha pheromones. Su Zhiyu's legs almost gave out instantly, nearly sending him to his knees.

The man's tall figure loomed over him. He patted Su Zhiyu's flushed face, his smile gentle yet sinister:

"A Yan is willing to treat you as a toy—that's your honor. But if a toy takes away too much of its master's attention, that toy should be thrown away."

Su Zhiyu understood immediately.

No.

He wasn't.

Qin Yan... save me...

Knock, knock, knock.

Just then, a knock came from the door. Su Zhiyu's eyes lit up, staring at the door as if he'd seen a glimmer of hope.

"Come in."

The door opened, and the moment he saw who it was, Su Zhiyu's heart sank.

Three middle-aged Alphas walked in, one of them being that President Chen from earlier.

"President Qin, we're here."

Qin Mo straightened up, elegantly adjusting his suit, then turned to the three men: "This is a top-tier Omega. He's a bit frail, so you should take it easy. Just have some fun—don't kill him."

President Chen's gaze had already been drawn to Su Zhiyu. He couldn't wait to let his pheromones out, grinning as he said: "Don't worry, President Qin. We know our limits. With quality like this, we wouldn't bear to waste it."

What mattered most was the steady stream of profits this could bring in.

"Alright, he's yours. I still have things to do."

"Fine, fine, Mr. Qin, you go ahead."

Qin Mo walked to the door, but before leaving, he glanced back at the person collapsed on the floor, barely holding on. A flicker of conflicted emotion crossed his eyes, then he left without looking back.

No matter who it was.

No one could steal A Yan's attention.

A broken toy, absolutely not!

From now on, A Yan would never see this person again. If he lost one toy, he could just find A Yan a new one.

A Yan loved to play; he would surely be happy.

A slow smile twisted his lips into a crooked arc. A cold gleam flashed from his glasses, and he strode away.

Ding.

The elevator stopped at the 10th floor. Just as Qin Mo was about to step in, hurried footsteps echoed from the stairwell across the way.

A familiar figure came into view.

Qin Mo's face showed surprise.

How did A Yan find this place?

The elevator doors started to shut. The man adjusted his glasses, intending to avoid him, but Qin Yan had already spotted him and was running over.

"Brother!"

Qin Yan hadn't expected to see Qin Mo at the elevator either. His suspicions solidified into certainty, and his rage at this so-called brother hit its peak.

But this wasn't the time. He had to suppress the fury churning inside him and forced himself to ask calmly, "Brother, have you seen Su Zhiyu?"

Qin Mo looked him over calmly, noticing the table leg in his hand, and frowned. "Why are you in such a rush, and why are you holding something so dirty? Look, your hair is soaked with sweat."

He reached out, intending to wipe the sweat from Qin Yan's forehead.

Qin Yan sidestepped subtly, avoiding the gesture, and said urgently, "Brother, I'm fine. Have you seen Su Zhiyu or not? Did he sneak away? He dared to run from me—I have to catch him!"