The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

In a low-key neighborhood in London, there is an old theater where countless classic plays were once performed. But now its glory has become dim and mottled, just like the gold decoration on the door.

This day was a little unusual. All the seats were full. People were willing to pay a high price to get a good box seat. Among the audience were professors from drama academies, professional filmmakers, and some well-dressed upper-class people.

On the stage, the play "The Nightingale" was coming to an end. The actors began to bow, and the audience burst into thunderous applause. Some emotional audience members were still immersed in the plot, wiping their tears with handkerchiefs.

"It's really a touching tragedy, much better than the so-called modern dramas that I've seen in recent years. I've never heard of it before." Joey said to his friend in the first row of the audience, "But I'm really curious why you dragged me here, Bobby. You're not someone who appreciates high art."

Joey is a playboy and art collector. His family only became rich two generations ago, so he has no connection with the old money circle. But there is no doubt that he is rich, very rich.

His friend gave a mysterious smile and said, "It's normal that you haven't heard of this play. After all, this is the premiere, and it's a student's graduation project."

"You said this is a student work?" Joey was a little surprised. In his opinion, this quality is enough to be performed on Broadway.

"Haha, of course he's not an ordinary student. He's the famous Amber Banbury." The friend said, "Don't you know the popular films "Bury Me", "Seven Tours of the Human World" and "Twenty Four Bridges" in the past two years? Those are all his works. And he founded the Young Artist Development Foundation, which makes money from every investment..."

"Oh, it's him!" Joey's eyes widened. "'Seventh Circuit of the Human World' is undoubtedly a masterpiece! But I never thought that its screenwriter would be so young."

"Joey, I know you've been in China for the past few years, but you really don't care about family matters. You don't even know anything about the Banbury family's new favorite..."

His friend's words were soon drowned out by the increasingly loud applause before he could finish. Joey also noticed the extraordinary enthusiasm of the audience. Everyone stared at the stage with red faces, as if expecting some miracle to happen.

Finally, the actors retreated to both sides like waves parted by Moses, and a tall man walked to the front of the stage, stepping on the endless waves of sound. His steps were always orderly, as if he was born for this stage.

The moment he saw the face clearly, Joey couldn't help but curse inwardly: "holy sh*t!"

He was undoubtedly a beauty, with green eyes as clear as lake water and a face as pretty as an angel. His delicate and three-dimensional facial features were filled with elegant oriental charm, which together with his cold temperament made up his unique attraction.

He was dressed like a simple student, with a loose shirt tucked into his trousers and well-cut suit pants wrapped around his straight and slender legs. However, even so, all the carefully dressed actors standing behind him became pitiful backgrounds, and the dazzling stage lights seemed to be lit for him from the beginning.

Joey could really feel his cock getting hard, he could swear that this OMEGA was dressed like that on purpose, he knew how cute and sexy he was, and he wasn't shy about showing it off.

"Welcome to my graduation performance, I'm Amber." OMEGA's voice is clean and sweet, just like the prostitute that everyone is crazy about in the play. "I have been conceiving of "Prostitute" for a year, and I wrote and directed it myself. I hope you will like it..."

The audience obviously enjoyed it too much and applauded no matter what he said.

"I want to dedicate this show to my father, who is in the hospital and can't come because of illness. I hope you can get well soon. I will always keep the first row seat for you."

Joey was very close to the middle seat, and he immediately realized that there were two reserved seats instead of one - who else did he leave the seat for except his seriously ill father?

He asked his friend, and his friend smiled mysteriously. Before he could answer, a graceful older woman suddenly walked onto the stage, presented a bouquet of flowers to Amber, hugged him and kissed his cheek.

"That's Leona Banbury," Joey recognized her quickly. Of course, it was hard not to recognize her, as she was the current head of the Banbury family, a woman who was at the peak of her career in business and politics. "She is..."

"Amber's sister." The friend smiled. "I know you will definitely ask why there is such a big age difference between them. In fact, Amber is the illegitimate child of the old patriarch Mark. His identity was only officially recognized three years ago. His youngest brother is 18 years older than him. You don't know how much he is loved after returning to the family..."

Pampered? Indeed, the first row was almost entirely occupied by family members. These guys who usually boasted of their noble status and looked down upon others were applauding and cheering as if they were watching a five-year-old child participating in a kindergarten performance for the first time.

Joey found it interesting that an illegitimate child who came home halfway could be welcomed by his family members. He didn't think that OMEGA was that simple.

Soon, Amber finished her brief speech and bowed with the other actors. The curtain slowly fell, but Joey still felt a little unsatisfied.

"If you like him, make your move quickly," his friend urged him with a sly smile, "As far as I know, he's single now."

"Haha, that's exactly what I meant." Joey stood up coolly. There was no reason to let go of such delicious prey.

After following all the way to the backstage, Joey found that there were many ALPHAs who had the same idea as him. The beauty had been surrounded by flowers, jewelry, and sweet words. He was like a flower surrounded by bees, and everyone wanted to pick his most fragrant honey. But Amber seemed to be used to this kind of scene and handled the interaction calmly. He knew almost all the people of status and could deal with everyone properly, but he was not greasy and smooth like a socialite, but rather a little cold and bored.

Joey put his hands in his pockets and looked at her for a while, but he was not in a hurry to approach her and start a conversation. The first meeting was very important, and he didn't want to fall into the level of a mediocre person. Anyway, London was a small place, and if he wanted, there would always be a chance to "run into her by chance" in the future.

He left the same way, but found a little boy at the corner, about six or seven years old, wearing a well-fitting suit and a small bow tie. He had an extremely cute little face, long and curly eyelashes, big green eyes, red lips and white teeth. God must have been unable to resist kissing him when he created him.

"Hello, kid," Joey couldn't help but bend down on his knees and asked with concern, "Why are you here alone?"

"I'm waiting for my dad. He'll be here soon." The child spoke clearly and his tone was calm beyond his age.

His dad was probably one of those suitors, but he was such a terrible guy. Joey decided to stay with him for a while until his irresponsible father came over. "Okay, what's your name?"

"Dylan - this is the name of a singer my dad likes, so he gave me this English name." Dylan pouted, "But I don't like him, he always sings slowly and without tune."

Joey couldn't help but laugh: "Haha, it seems that your father and I have similar tastes. I like Dylan too."

Dylan blinked slowly - people who knew him well would know he was going to play a prank - he looked at the tall and handsome uncle and said expectantly: "Actually I prefer people to call me by my Chinese name."

Sure enough, she is a mixed-race. Joey smiled and said, "Oh, what's your Chinese name?"

"Wen Zhiyao." Foreigners never pronounce the name Wen Zhiyao correctly. Every time they hear those strange pronunciations, they laugh out loud with joy.

"Wen Zhiyao, right?" Who would have thought that the uncle in front of him would pronounce these three words in a clear and loud voice, and then said to him in Chinese with almost no accent, "I have lived in China for many years. How about it? My Chinese is not bad, right?"

Wen Zhiyao opened his eyes wide in surprise and gave him a thumbs up.

Then he grabbed Joey's arm and said in an irresistible tone: "Come on, you and I will wait in the room."

Joey shrugged and followed him into a lounge next door. They chatted for a while, and suddenly the door opened from the outside, and a man walked in quickly, "Xiao Zhiliao——"

Then he realized there was a strange Alpha in the room. He immediately stopped, squinted his eyes and glanced at him, then continued to say to Xiao Zhiliao in Chinese: "Why did you casually bring Alpha in from outside again? I told you that strange Alphas are dangerous..."

"Oh no, sir, I may be casual, but I am not dangerous," Joey responded in Chinese.

At this time, the person looked at him again, but there was no embarrassment at all, only a slight annoyance, just like when he was dealing with those suitors outside.

"Hello, my Chinese name is Qiao Yi." Qiao Yi extended his hand politely.

"Wen Qiu." Wen Qiu threw two words at him, but did not shake hands with him. He walked over and picked up the little cicada, just like a mother cat holding the skin on the back of a kitten's neck. "I'm sorry, Mr. Qiao, my son and I have something else to do, so we'll leave first."

"Oh - son?!" Qiao Yi couldn't even hide his surprise. He thought Wen Zhiyao was Wen Qiu's brother, but who would have thought he was actually his son? !
How could he see that Wen Qiu was only in his twenties, and the child was at least six or seven years old? Was he married? Was he really an adult when he got pregnant? He heard that he was an illegitimate child who was living outside. Could he have suffered some misfortune before?

Qiao Yi couldn't stop himself from guessing and couldn't help asking, "I'm very sorry, but maybe I can ask, who is the father of this child..."

Wen Qiu looked at him with amusement, "He's dead."

After saying that, he left with the child without looking back. He looked disdainful to everyone, which was totally unlike the timid illegitimate child he had imagined. Instead, he looked like a young master who was spoiled since childhood.

Qiao Yi stood there, the words "He's dead" still replaying in his mind. Wen Qiu became a widow at such a young age, a beautiful, rich, well-connected, and talented widow... Qiao Yi swallowed his saliva and felt hot again.

(End of this chapter)