After Being Clung to by a Gentle, Seductive Omega - Chapter 4

Ji Group Headquarters.

During working hours, people came and went through the lobby. In the middle of the crowd, a clean, empty space automatically opened up, with only two people walking inside it.

Cen Sang wore white gloves and followed slightly behind Ji Congyan, carrying a valuable velvet box. The outside of the box was covered with a dustproof cover.

Everyone curiously glanced at the item Assistant Cen was carrying from the corners of their eyes.

The greatest joy of going to work was gossip, especially gossip about the boss.

The employees exchanged looks. Some had already taken out their phones, and the internal gossip group chat was buzzing with excitement.

[President Ji’s jewelry?]

[What kind of accessory needs such a big box? And it’s flat too.]

[A necklace?]

[I don’t think I’ve ever really seen President Ji wear necklaces.]

[It’s definitely a necklace. I was close just now and saw a faint pink mark on the side of President Ji’s neck.]

[Neck, pink mark… don’t tell me it’s a certain kind of fruit… [blank stare]]

[What are you thinking? President Ji probably won’t date anyone in this lifetime. [speechless, wiping sweat]]

[I saw it too. It wasn’t a hickey. It was strip-shaped, so she was probably rubbed by a necklace or something.]

One employee was reading with great interest and walking forward without raising her head. Without knowing what she had stepped on, her foot suddenly twisted, and she abruptly fell toward the clear space that had opened in the center of the crowd.

It happened in the blink of an eye. The employee had no time to react and could only watch helplessly as she fell forward.

She was falling toward Ji Congyan, who happened to be passing not far from her.

It was over.

This high-paying job was probably impossible to keep.

In complete despair, she had already prepared herself to return to her desk and pack up her things later.

Suddenly, a pair of hands appeared and firmly supported her. It was Assistant Cen, standing between her and President Ji.

“Watch where you’re going.”

The employee nodded frantically and hurriedly returned to the crowd.

The CEO’s private elevator slowly closed.

Only then did everyone recover from the frightening scene just now.

Cen Sang said, “She didn’t do it on purpose. I accidentally saw her phone just now. It was on the company’s gossip group chat. They were talking about what was inside the box. A colleague shared that there seemed to be a red mark on the back of your neck.”

She took out a mirror. Ji Congyan only glanced at it briefly.

“Ask whatever you want to ask.”

Cen Sang smiled.

“Chairwoman Ji and Madam will be very happy.”

Heaven knew how excited she had been when she received Ji Congyan’s request early that morning to urgently purchase a pair of blocking collars.

No one knew who Ji Congyan had inherited her mysophobia from. It had once made her two mothers worry so much about her marriage that their hair nearly fell out. Only in the past two years had they gradually come to terms with it.

Unexpectedly, this iron tree was finally about to bloom.

“It was just an accident. There won’t be any follow-up.”

Ji Congyan rubbed the space between her brows rather irritably.

The excited anticipation on Cen Sang’s face returned to calm, then became somewhat solemn.

“Was last night’s experience unpleasant?”

“It was fine. But this kind of accident happening once is enough. Too much of it would be excessive.”

“Are you planning to use suppressants for the rest of your life? No Alpha or Omega can live past fifty relying on suppressants alone.”

“Then I’d rather not live past fifty.”

“President Ji.”

The elevator doors happened to open. Cen Sang blocked the doorway, her face full of worry.

She had been like this since childhood. Whenever she heard that Ji Congyan might not live past fifty, her face would fall, as if the person who would not live past fifty was herself rather than Ji Congyan.

Ji Congyan swiped her fingertips across the screen a few times and casually pulled up a video from a certain dark web.

Ambiguous gasps instantly filled the elevator.

It was that kind of video. An Alpha was marking an Omega. The Omega’s nape gland was covered in bite marks, swollen red and frightening. Cen Sang’s eyes widened, and she covered her mouth in disbelief.

“This…”

“Cen Sang, you’re a beta. Maybe you’ve never deliberately searched for videos related to marking. But the truth is, this kind of act causes too much harm to an Omega. I can’t accept my Omega being ruined like that by me, Ji Congyan.”

Even though she had no special feelings for Bo Shuang and it had only arisen from an Alpha’s animalistic desire, the moment Ji Congyan saw the fierce bite marks covering the back of Bo Shuang’s neck, her heart inevitably sank, giving rise to an emotion called guilt.

“Then last night… Sorry. You should have already given the other party financial compensation?”

Cen Sang could no longer bear to keep watching. She felt sorry for the Omega in the video.

“I gave her a black-and-gold card. There’s two hundred million in cash inside and a credit limit of another two hundred million. Besides, the experience was only so-so. Whether it happens or not doesn’t matter. It’s better if it doesn’t. Oh, right—”

Ji Congyan sat down at her desk and opened a document. As if remembering something, she raised her head. The light fell over her bright, three-dimensional side profile.

“Prepare blocking collars in all the places I often stay and in my cars.”

Anji Entertainment was one of the Ji Group’s important industries. From time to time, she would go to filming crews for inspections.

The leading roles of core projects almost always involved Yu Chen and Bo Shuang.

Just in case, the blocking collars needed to be fully prepared.

Her two mothers had recently gone traveling abroad, leaving the company and her younger sister for her to look after. Documents had piled up like a mountain.

After an entire morning, she had not even finished half of them.

At noon, there was a knock on the door, slightly hurried.

Cen Sang entered, speaking so quickly she sounded like a machine gun.

“Yu Chen caused trouble.”

Behind her followed Yu Chen’s manager, whose forehead was covered in cold sweat.

“It’s like this, President Ji. Chenchen may not have fully sobered up just now, and in a moment of impulse, she… she called Bo Shuang. Her tone was still normal at first, but later… she, she, she directly started scolding Bo Shuang.”

“Bo Shuang’s manager recorded it as evidence and is demanding that Yu Chen apologize to Bo Shuang in person.

“Chenchen, she… isn’t very willing. But, but, but maybe she was just still drunk and talking nonsense. President Ji, you know Chenchen isn’t that kind of person.”

Ji Congyan lightly tapped her fingertips against the desk.

“Bring Yu Chen here to sober up.”

The manager wiped the sweat from her forehead.

“I’ve already asked her assistant to call her. She’s on the way.”

Ten minutes later, in the top-floor conference room.

The smell of alcohol was overpowering. Yu Chen leaned crookedly against the sofa, without the slightest image befitting an international film queen.

Ji Congyan sat opposite her, her gaze icy.

Yu Chen gave her a drunken smile. That authoritative, richly beautiful face could charm countless fans and passersby.

“President Ji… Long time no see. You’re still so beautiful~”

Ji Congyan ignored her drunken nonsense.

“Cen Sang, play the recording.”

“…I just don’t understand. Our acting skills are evenly matched, so why did Director Wu choose you and not me? Just look at your weak little face, so delicate it looks like water could be squeezed out of it. Wouldn’t carrying a cannon crush your shoulders?”

“Bo Shuang, say something! Don’t make me perform a one-person show here!”

“You’re ruthless, Bo Shuang. We’ve fought for so many years, and now you’re playing dirty with me? Tell me, what method did you use to get this role? Let me see if I have the same courage as you to go all out.”

The recording played, containing only Yu Chen’s voice.

Meanwhile, inside the conference room, Yu Chen was still drunkenly mumbling, “Exactly… Everyone knows how important this project is. Bo Shuang’s physical conditions are worse than mine. What right does she have? Isn’t it because—”

Bang!

The teacup slammed heavily onto the table. Tea streamed freely down Yu Chen’s face, leaving her in an extremely sorry state. Her eyes widened as she looked at Ji Congyan in shock.

Author’s Note:

Actually, it’s because President Ji’s technique is too bad. [I’m begging you.]