The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

"You deliberately arranged for Qiao Yi to ask me out, didn't you?" Wen Qiu leaned against the sink, crossed his arms and asked, "Now that we've met, are you satisfied?"

He doesn't believe in any bullshit about chance encounters. He's not a love-brained idiot - at least not now.

"No, it's just a coincidence. I've been doing business in Yan City for the past few years, and I just happen to have some friendship with Qiao Yi." Pei Du answered calmly, "I'm also surprised to see you today."

Wen Qiu sneered, "You might have used that kind of words to deceive me a few years ago, but don't bother with it now."

"No, I won't lie to you again." Pei Du said, "For the past four years, I have been reflecting on the reasons why you left, so I won't do anything you don't like, and I have been enduring it."

His tone was restrained, but underneath it seemed to be surging magma, making people faintly aware of the heat that was about to burst out. It was not until this moment, talking with him face to face, that Wen Qiu felt the changes brought by time particularly deeply - he was 27 years old this year, so Pei Du was 31 years old this year. Four years were enough to change too many things, he was changing, and so was Pei Du. At least this maturity and stability was something he did not have when he was or years old.

"Then I should thank you for your patience? Thank you for letting me live well for four years and not locking me in a cage as a pet." Wen Qiu said, still full of sarcasm, "But it may be difficult for you to do these things now. After all, I am no longer the OMEGA who had nothing but you and was played around by you."

Oh, Pei Du looked at his high spirits and thought expressionlessly, I like him even more.

No one would understand what Wen Qiu said better than him. During those days and nights when he was thinking about him so much, he didn't know how many times he had watched the movies Wen Qiu had made, as well as the few news and images on TV, and the scattered manuscripts that Wen Qiu had left behind... All the achievements made by Wen Qiu were polished to a shine by his thoughts, and hung in his sky like stars, which he gazed at day and night.

"Yes, so sometimes I think that it was right to let go," Pei Du smiled slightly, "Are you feeling better?"

"Thanks to you, I'm fine now."

"Where's Xiao Zhilao? How is he doing? I often see news about him winning piano competitions. He's grown so tall now."

"Ah, he's fine." The more relaxed his attitude became, the more uncomfortable Wen Qiu felt, as if a fish bone was stuck in his throat and he was eager to spit it out. "And he doesn't remember much about his childhood. I've kept the child support you sent me over the years and will pay it back to you some other time. You should also stay out of the child's presence to avoid causing unnecessary trouble."

These words must have hurt him, because Pei Du was silent for a moment, and then asked in a dry voice: "So have you found a new partner?"

"Why do you think so?" Wen Qiu raised his eyebrows and asked. He leaned on the sink and casually unbuttoned a button on his chest. "To be honest, I came to Qiao Yi's appointment today. I was planning to have some fun with him. He's a pretty good Alpha, right?"

Pei Du's eyes followed his finger downwards and suddenly froze. He saw the snow-white chest in the black silk shirt, and then looked down to see a little bit of black lace hem.

The moment he realized what a cheap thing he was wearing, Pei Du really felt a fire burning in his chest. Wen Qiu was indeed amazing, knowing how to challenge his patience. Anger, jealousy, and desire intertwined and gnawed at his heart, and he really used great willpower to maintain his composure.

But the next second, Wen Qiu held his hand, led him to put it under the hem of his shirt, and led him to touch it little by little. There was a hint of cruel interest in his smile: "How is it, do you like it? You said before that I learn quickly. I should be more comfortable now than then."

Of course, this was not an invitation, but a provocation. If Pei Du really couldn't help but take action, he would laugh at his hypocrisy without hesitation.

Sure enough, Pei Du's eyes darkened, with a layer of gloom between his brows, and the aura emanating from his body made Wen Qiu shiver uncontrollably, feeling both a little scared and inexplicably excited.

However, even so, ALPHA never released a single pheromone. It was obvious that in the past he knew how to use this weapon very well, and every time he released a little bit, he could quickly surrender.

"Qiuqiu," Pei Du suddenly called his nickname, causing Wen Qiu's heart to skip a beat for no reason. "If I really follow my own will, you will be kidnapped by me the moment you get off the plane. I will tear your clothes to pieces, gag you, and fill you up day and night until you can't hold any more and it overflows..."

Pei Du's hand was on his left chest, as if pinching his pounding heart through his ribs. "Why, you can't listen anymore? This is just the most insignificant thing I want to do for you."

Wen Qiu's heart was shaken, as if the man's humble and submissive look before was all his illusion. Only at this moment did the dormant beast reveal its claws and fangs. Although it was only such a brief moment, it was enough to make him tremble unconsciously.

Pei Du quickly lowered his eyes again, looking gentle and harmless. He spoke slowly while buttoning up his clothes one by one, "So you should thank me for being more patient than before. No matter what you say or do, I like it all, so you can be a little more unrestrained in front of me."

ALPHA's strong hands went all the way up and fastened the last button on his throat. Wen Qiu's Adam's apple rolled, but he still held his chin high and smiled disdainfully, "So in the end, all you have is this nonsense."

"What else can I say?" Pei Du smiled slightly, "After all, I'm already dead."

/
After coming back from the bar that day, Wen Qiu had been distracted the entire time. He sat on the sofa with his knees hugged and his eyes empty, and the pillow in his arms was almost torn to pieces by him.

Wen Zhiyao came back from piano lessons, sniffed, and said to the nanny: "Dad is drunk, make him some hangover soup." He also said to the housekeeper: "The air conditioner temperature is a little low, turn it up two degrees."

The housekeeper said in embarrassment: "This is what Mr. Wen asked for..."

"Don't listen to him." Wen Zhiyao took off his shoes and put them in the shoe cabinet, then put down his schoolbag. "He doesn't know the difference between cold and hot. He'll catch a cold again later."

"Cold?" Wen Qiu, who was sitting on the sofa, vaguely caught a key word and touched his forehead. "It seems a little..."

He stood up and tried to get the cold medicine from the drawer of the coffee table. Wen Zhiyao hurried over to grab the pill—Wen Qiu would have thrown it into his mouth in another second—and hurriedly shouted, "Dad, you can't take cold medicine with alcohol!"

Wen Qiu smacked his lips. It was just cold medicine, not cefuroxime. When he was poor, he was lucky to have money to buy medicine. He stretched out his long arms and rubbed the baby, who was particularly worried at a young age, into his arms, kissing his little face and his hair.

Wen Zhiyao was grown up after all, and he knew the dignity of a man and was not very happy to be kissed by him. But he was very obedient after all, so he just sat in his father's arms with a stern face, mumbling: "Why did you go out to drink again?" "I didn't drink much..." Wen Qiu said with a smile, "I'm not drunk at all..."

After hearing this, Wen Zhiyao's face became even uglier.

Suddenly he sniffed and smelled a very faint but extremely familiar scent on his father, so he exclaimed without thinking: "Dad went to see Uncle Pei?!"

Wen Qiu's body stiffened immediately, and the smile on his face faded away completely. This is the bad thing about genius babies. He really remembers things when he was two years old.

Wen Zhiyao remembers a lot of things. When he was very young, besides his father, there was the loving Grandma Zhao, and then the particularly good Uncle Pei, who would play games with him and sing nice songs for him. He always had a very pleasant smell on his body, and every time he smelled it, he would feel dizzy and as if he had endless energy.

Seeing that his father didn't answer, Wen Zhiyao asked excitedly: "Dad, when can you take me to see Uncle Pei?"

"We're not going to see him." Wen Qiu said coldly.

"Ah? Why?..."

Wen Qiu patted his butt and put on the face of an authoritarian parent, "No reason."

/
Two days later, Wen Qiu regained his spirits and decided not to bother about the stinky man anymore. He went to the company to supervise the preparations for the film.

The Young Artists Development Foundation is an organization he founded. Although he received a lot of help from his family, he did a lot of things himself. For example, he held three consecutive short film competitions for young directors in China to select outstanding talents and help them develop.

One of the directors, Gong Changyang, was the best among all the directors. His short film later won the Best Short Film Award at a foreign film festival. Wen Qiu spent two years writing a script, "From the Depths," and gave it to him to shoot.

In order to make the movies he wanted without any restrictions, Wen Qiu bought a film and television production company in Yan City that was on the verge of bankruptcy, renamed it Hengxing Media, and became his own boss. In the past two years, he has indeed made some interesting things, although it is still in the stage of playing around, with more expenses than income and a lot of money burning.

Since the release of "From the Depths", he has gradually become serious and plans to use this excellent team to produce some decent works - he does not want others to mention him as the author of "Bury Me" or "Seven Tours of the Human World", those are all things with other people's imprints, he wants to create his own masterpiece.

"De Profundis" tells the story of the love-hate relationship between a dissolute writer and his beautiful and decadent lover. It is adapted from the story of the famous writer Oscar Wilde and his lover Bosie. Most of the scenes in the movie take place in prison. In order to prepare for the filming, the crew rented a large piece of land and used an abandoned factory to renovate a real prison site, just to create the most realistic picture effect.

"The firefighting is stuck." Wen Qiu arrived at the company, and before he could even sit down, the producer reported to him with a sheepish look on his face.

"I heard you talking about this in an email last month," Wen Qiu frowned, "Is the fire escape staircase not built yet?"

"It's been built, and in order to blend in with the overall architectural style, we had to do a lot of work, which exceeded the budget by two times." The producer rubbed his hands nervously, "But this time the inspectors came and said that we didn't buy the designated fire-fighting equipment..."

"Specified equipment..." Wen Qiu sighed. "Just buy it no matter how much it costs. You have to pay the toll. If we can't pass the fire inspection, we can't start filming. The loss here is even greater."

"I understand what you mean," the producer said, "but I'm worried that next time they come, they'll come up with something new. It could be an aging power supply or debris in the fire escape. They'll definitely find a problem if they want to."

"You mean, we're being targeted?" Wen Qiu pondered, "You have many friends in the local area, have you asked around?"

"I have tried to take care of the people above me a long time ago. I have given gifts and invited them to drink, but it doesn't work. I feel that this time it is not as simple as just spending money to avoid disaster." The producer was also very distressed. Recently, he has lost a lot of hair because of this matter. "Maybe we have blocked someone's way, or we have offended someone without knowing it?"

Wen Qiu was a little confused. He hadn't been back to Yan City for so many years. How could he have offended anyone?

"Don't worry, leave it to me. I'll ask my acquaintances to find out what happened." Wen Qiu comforted the anxious producer, "You prepare according to the original plan first. Once it passes the inspection, we can start shooting immediately."

His so-called acquaintances were actually a few of Wen Jierui's "friends" when he was at the peak of his career, some powerful and wealthy guys.

"Okay, thank you for your help!" The producer shook his hand and said with confidence. Although the boss didn't show up often, he was really capable of helping when he encountered trouble.

Sometimes the producer feels that the company is just a toy of the boss. When he first meets the boss in a video conference, he sees a huge and magnificent reception room, like someone's castle, and the beautiful OMEGA sitting in front of the luxurious desk is as dazzling as a jewel on a golden crown.

"I bought this company to make the movies I wanted to make," the boss told the startup team, "but if you can come up with something better than mine and convince me, then we will make your movie."

He does what he says, and basically only makes decisions on the big picture, and completely delegates power to his subordinates on small matters. At the same time, he spends a lot of money to shoot what he wants, uses the people he wants, and does not care about the cost or revenue for the sake of artistic effect.

When the company encounters problems, he always steps forward and solves the problems quickly using methods that the producers cannot understand.

Meeting such a good boss, the producer would wake up with a smile in his dreams every day. So this time, he naturally thought that as long as the boss said "leave it to me", all problems could be solved.

(End of this chapter)