RBNR Ch89: His Omega

Hastily, Feng Chengyu thought that was the end of it.

Unexpectedly, the boy seemed to have other plans and had someone inquire about him.

Among the younger generation of the Feng family, Feng Chengyu’s cousin Feng Chu was the closest to him. Feng Chu was familiar with the younger members of the prominent families, including Qin Bao, who attended the same high school.

Immersed in the world of fame and fortune, Qin Bao had sharp eyes. He asked Feng Chu about the watch on Feng Chengyu’s wrist.

That watch was custom-made for Feng Chengyu before he went abroad for his studies. It had a GPS system and a special anesthetic tailored to his DNA and pheromones. The watch could completely anesthetize him if it detected he was entering a passive rut.

The Feng family held a special status, and Feng Chengyu was not the first Alpha in the family to use such an auxiliary method. His uncle, Marshal Feng, and his aunt, Director Feng, both wore similar accessories during the early stages of their careers to avoid being taken advantage of or controlled by pheromones.

Feng Chengyu wore the watch not entirely for that reason.

He was a very proud and trustworthy person.

Regarding the “childhood engagement” arranged by his grandfather, he neither rejected it nor was eager to accept it. However, since the engagement was high-profile and the other party was much younger, regardless of how things would unfold in the future, as one of the main parties involved, Feng Chengyu felt it was necessary to show enough respect. When the time came to discuss the matter, he wouldn’t owe the other party anything.

Besides, for Feng Chengyu, maintaining self-discipline was as natural as breathing.

Feng Chu told Feng Chengyu that Qin Bao fancied his special watch and wanted to buy the same model.

“Bro, does your watch have a couple’s version? If not, should we just buy one and give it to him?”

Kids these days were very straightforward and accepted in-law relationships well.

Feng Chengyu wasn’t sure if Qin Bao felt the same, but he preferred to keep his distance. He was a clear-headed adult, and with his busy career, he didn’t have time to bother with this matter.

Unexpectedly, because of Feng Chu, they started to interact.

At the venue of Feng Chu’s inter-school rugby match, Feng Chengyu saw Qin Bao again from a distance.

Due to low blood sugar, the boy was feebly curled up on the ground. Feng Chengyu recognized him only after helping him remove his mask to feed him glucose.

He was thin and not heavy even when carried horizontally.

He was also very stubborn, refusing to go to the hospital. Once he felt a bit better, he didn’t want anyone else to feed him water and insisted on doing it himself.

No longer as spirited as when he rode the motorcycle, nor as dazzling as at the banquet. The boy in front of him was dressed plainly, like any other high school student running out from the campus. His body trembled pitifully, and due to the uncontrollable shaking of his hands, a lot of water spilled from the bottle down the corners of his mouth, making him look quite miserable.

But he wasn’t weak.

He almost made people forget he was an Omega.

After eating the glucose, the boy felt much better. His severe low blood sugar was purely due to hunger.

Feng Chengyu looked around, then walked to a stall outside the venue and chose some takoyaki. For a moment, it felt like he was back in his student days when Shu Helan would always drag him along to buy food.

When he returned, he saw the weak boy drowsy. He reached out a hand to support the boy’s head, which was searching for a resting point.

The sound of heated cheers came from inside the venue.

Outside, under the shade where they were, apart from the turning of the electric fan, it was silent.

There was a polite distance between them.

Feng Chengyu looked down at the boy’s face.

“His Omega,” this distant title resurfaced in his mind inappropriately, bringing with it the old-fashioned and feudal notion of the previous generations, as well as a sense of destiny’s blessing, subtly.

“Qin Bao?”

Suddenly, a worried voice called out.

The newcomer was a tall Alpha. Feng Chengyu had a good memory and found the person familiar. At the same time, his work phone rang.

“He had low blood sugar; he might need a while to recover.” After answering the call, Feng Chengyu said, “Do you know him?”

“I’m his brother, Shan Yiming.” Shan Yiming gently turned Qin Bao’s head, letting him lean against his abdomen. “You go ahead with your work; I’ll take care of him. Thank you for your help.”

The boy’s long eyelashes covered his eyelids, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. Shan Yiming soothingly rubbed his head, making him relax his brows.

The two of them seemed close in age and probably played well together usually.

After holding him up for more than ten minutes, Feng Chengyu’s forearm felt a bit sore and numb.

Feng Chengyu said, “You’re welcome,” and handed the still-warm takoyaki to Shan Yiming, “He can eat this.”

Later, when Shu Helan asked about the marriage alliance, Feng Chengyu couldn’t help but think of that day. However, the “subtle feeling” that had arisen then had already faded.

The nine-year age difference was almost like a generation gap.

Feng Chengyu could only respond, “I have no plans. Let’s wait until he grows up. If he has no intention, we’ll resolve it fairly.”

However, the gears of fate began to turn, and their interactions never stopped.

The reason the boy had low blood sugar was because of an important show for him. It turned out that he wasn’t keen on mingling in the world of fame and fortune but saw it as a lifelong career. As a model, he was extremely strict with himself. At the age of fifteen or sixteen, he had already made a successful debut on international runways and was highly favored by major brands.

According to Feng Chu, to make his debut, the boy trained diligently and won first place in his first competition. To maintain his figure and stay on top, he even had conflicts with his family and ended up running away from home, leaving him homeless.

This guy acted first and reported later, bringing the boy directly to Feng Chengyu’s house, justifying it with, “You’re not at home anyway, and we’ll be family sooner or later. If we don’t help him, who will?”

Feng Chengyu felt a headache coming on: “…”

The boy stayed, burned Feng Chengyu’s pot, and asked Feng Chu for his contact information, probably to apologize.

Due to the “childhood engagement” premise, Feng Chengyu didn’t give out his contact information since the boy was still a minor.

However, Feng Chengyu generously offered help when the boy actively sought assistance.

They talked on the phone.

The boy on the other end sounded neither as aloof as in ads and runways nor as lively and rebellious as other high schoolers. Instead, he sounded somewhat awkward and shy.

That voice transmitted through the medium was pleasant to hear.

“Thank you for helping me last time and this time… I’ll compensate for your pot.”

It seemed that talented people were often very strong-willed, unwilling to be outdone in anything, even in apologies and thanks.

After he left, Feng Chengyu received a brand-new pot via same-city delivery, along with a thick wad of cash inside the pot and a note: [Repaying you for the takoyaki and a few days of living expenses.]

Feng Chengyu laughed.

He thought for a moment, ordered the same toffee the boy had eaten during his low blood sugar episode, and replied with a note: [I don’t have change, please enjoy this instead.]

There were no romantic thoughts about the boy, but Feng Chengyu found himself unintentionally paying attention to his news. New shows, new ads—the boy’s figure would inadvertently appear on billboards by the roadside, on TV, and in app notifications.

Because of this, they began to have more interactions.

Once, Feng Chengyu ran into Qin Bao’s family at a restaurant and received a bowl of sweet soup specifically sent by Qin Bao.

The waiter said, “It was ordered by a Mr. Qin Bao, and he’s already paid. He said it’s to return the favor to a Mr. Feng.”

Shu Helan was also there and looked at him with a knowing expression.

Feng Chengyu was surprised, but after tasting it, he immediately understood. It was so sweet it was almost bitter, obviously heavily sugared, a return gift for the box of toffee he had sent.

Dining separately upstairs and downstairs, they didn’t actually meet.

Only when leaving, Feng Chengyu stood upstairs and saw the boy’s departing figure from a distance. Tall and slender, still noble, still rebellious, he shone brightly even without the dazzling lights of the runway and banquet halls.

In the next three years, they had several more interactions.

Qin Bao was bold and straightforward. He would ask Feng Chu about Feng Chengyu’s romantic history, his preferences, and how to be a qualified suitor. He would also use his Flow account to like posts related to Feng Chengyu’s work, not hiding his support for him.

Feng Chengyu remained calm and restrained, occasionally checking Qin Bao’s updates, at most sending a bouquet of tulips or an invitation to a ski resort’s trial run.

Qin Bao reciprocated with movie premiere tickets, but Feng Chengyu still didn’t go. Before Qin Bao reached adulthood, he wanted to give him enough space to grow and avoid regretting his choices in the future.

When Qin Bao was hospitalized, Feng Chengyu sent a bouquet of lilies. Due to his pheromone preferences, he favored bulb flowers. They were mostly fresh and elegant, suitable for gifting and perfect for Qin Bao.

They maintained sporadic contact until Qin Bao’s college entrance exam day made the Flow trending topic—he was seen riding Shan Yiming’s motorcycle, hugging Shan Yiming’s waist.

The age difference once again became evident.

Feng Chengyu clicked on the picture twice, realizing his concern.

This concern was still inappropriate, without a solid reason. Feng Chengyu closed the news and returned to work, only reminding Lin Zi to help order a bouquet to congratulate him on finishing the college entrance exams and wish him smooth growth.

The next time they met was at Qin Bao’s eighteenth birthday celebration.

Amidst the banquet guests, the fragrance of clothes and shadows, Qin Bao, as the protagonist, wore a white suit, elegant like a prince from a fairy tale, effortlessly becoming the focus of everyone’s attention.

When presenting the gift, Feng Chengyu finally bowed to the fate written eighteen years ago.

Regardless of whether it was arranged or his original intention.

He wanted his Omega.

He wanted to pursue him, to be his one and only in this life.

“Happy birthday,” Feng Chengyu sincerely said, “Sorry I’m late.”

Qin Bao had obviously been waiting for him for a long time, leaving an empty seat next to him. Hearing this, he blushed and replied, “Thank you, I don’t really need another gift; it’s the thought that counts.”

They spoke again outside the banquet hall, and to Feng Chengyu’s surprise, Qin Bao even smoked.

Feng Chengyu teased him a bit. He seemed unchanged, still quick to get riled up and very strong-willed.

But Qin Bao was not exactly the same as Feng Chengyu remembered. He seemed to have many sides, and none of them could truly be captured by Feng Chengyu. Even at times like these, Alphas were continuously bringing him gifts.

He was never short of admirers, and he didn’t shy away from showing his sensitivity to pheromones, being passionate and exuberant.

In the narrow hallway, amidst the quietly rising Omega pheromones, he lowered his head and, trembling, kissed Feng Chengyu, and Feng Chengyu didn’t refuse.