Damn it, I'm surrounded by insane Alphas!

The dramatic press conference has finally come to an end.

In the hotel's main control room, the dim lighting reflected a cold, expressionless face.

Fu Yanshen is a standard Alpha; he's top-tier at first glance.

Very masculine, very wild, very reckless.

His height of nearly 1.9 meters gives him a natural sense of oppression. With broad shoulders and a stern back, he is taciturn and silent, standing like a silent mountain.

Her slightly wavy, dark brown hair was casually swept back, revealing her strikingly defined facial features.

He has one-quarter Latin American ancestry, deep-set eyes, and a blend of refined and aloof Eastern features.

A pale white old scar ran diagonally across his left earlobe, a shocking sight.

K-boy strode over, tablet in hand. "Boss, we've analyzed it! We've indeed extracted a very unique fig aroma..."

Fu Yanshen paused, his fingertips pausing. "Where is he?"

But the glimmer of hope that had just ignited in his eyes was extinguished the moment he uttered his next sentence.

"However, the data shows that this scent... indicates an Omega."

Omega?

Fu Yanshen frowned. How could he possibly be an Omega?

If Shi Ran were an Omega, he would have marked him back then; how could he have given him a chance to escape!

He twitched the corners of his mouth, the curve cold and self-deprecating.

Indeed, back then he sealed off the entire port city, dug three feet into the ground, but couldn't find even a single hair.

How could he possibly show up in front of me now?

Obsession.

It's that damn obsession acting up again.

If it weren't for his obsession, why would he still search the world for Betas with similar scents after everyone else denied Shi Ran's existence?

Even if the similarity is less than 50%, he will fly there himself.

He didn't want to miss even the slightest possibility, as long as that possibility pointed to Shi Ran.

"Boss," another subordinate reminded him at the right moment, "it's time for the meeting with the person in charge at Huanyu."

Fu Yanshen stood up without much emotion.

He really spoke very little, especially after Shi Ran left.

Sometimes he would only utter a few words every three days, silent, rigid, and uninteresting, just as he was before Shi Ran came into his world.

As they reached the meeting room door, K added another sentence in a low voice.

"The president of Universal missed his flight due to the typhoon, so his personal assistant will be speaking with you today."

Fu Yanshen paused for a moment, as a faint but familiar scent wafted from the conference room.

He stopped abruptly; the smell was clearer and more real than anything left in the surveillance footage.

He unconsciously clenched his fists, his heart pounding wildly, as if he had returned to that rainy night when he was seriously injured, and to the moment when he was first soothed by the aroma of figs.

Is it really his Xiao Ran?

He almost held his breath as he pushed open the door—

Upon hearing the sound from inside the door, Wang Cheng immediately stood up and turned around.

"Hello Mr. Fu, I am Wang Cheng from Huanyu. I'm here to discuss the details of the security plan with you."

It wasn't him.

Before me was a completely unfamiliar face belonging to a Beta man.

Ordinary, tired, with a hint of tension from surviving a disaster.

Beta, the familiar taste, everything makes sense... but why?

The tenderness in Fu Yanshen's eyes vanished as quickly as the tide receded, replaced by a deeper coldness and scrutiny.

It was so fast that Wang Cheng doubted his own eyes.

"President Fu?"

Wang Cheng felt uneasy under that gaze and tentatively called out.

Fu Yanshen shook hands expressionlessly.

The atmosphere during the ensuing talks was incredibly strange.

Wang Cheng forced himself to stay alert and expressed his gratitude to the Black Shield team for their ability to control the situation, especially the brave man who blocked the paint.

Then we began to discuss the specific plans for subsequent security upgrades.

Fu Yanshen listened, occasionally humming in agreement, but his gaze always seemed to drift towards Wang Cheng.

Or rather, it landed on his neck.

Moreover, Fu Yanshen actually took the initiative to strike up a conversation, causing his subordinates standing behind him to exchange glances.

"Don't you think... the boss is talking a lot today?"

"It's not just secret, I've never seen the boss give anyone a kind look."

"Could it be that the boss has taken a liking to this Beta?"

"Shh, don't try to guess what the boss is thinking."

Little did they know that their powerful and ruthless CEO Fu was desperately stalling for time simply because he was greedy for the faint scent of fig emanating from the person opposite him.

Wang Cheng wasn't stupid.

He could sense that the older man's gaze was strange. What was going on...?

He'd heard people say that this CEO Fu from Black Shield was very unapproachable...

Could it be that he's taken a liking to me?

Seriously? I'm a Beta working here, and this kind of thing happens to me?

Wang Cheng subtly steered the conversation back on track, quickly finalizing several key points before decisively standing up.

"Mr. Fu, we will refine the subsequent plan and send it to you for confirmation as soon as possible. What do you think?"

Fu Yanshen was silent for a few seconds, then nodded.

But as Wang Cheng was about to take his leave, he suddenly spoke up, "If I may be so bold as to ask, why do you smell of pheromones?"

"Um?"

Wang Cheng's back straightened instantly; the scent of an Omega...

Could it be that you stayed with Shi Ran all night and left a scent on him?

His mind works incredibly fast.

I always felt that Shi Ran's unusual behavior was somehow related to the man in front of me.

So he forced a helpless smile: "There were probably too many people backstage at today's press conference. Betas aren't sensitive to pheromones, so I didn't notice. I apologize for making you laugh."

Fu Yanshen stared into Wang Cheng's eyes and slowly nodded, "I see."

Seeing that he didn't press the matter, Wang Cheng quickly took his leave.

Fu Yanshen did not leave; he simply stood there and took a deep breath.

The familiar scent of fig filled his nostrils, and he felt every inch of his body being soothed, but the scent grew fainter and fainter until it completely disappeared.

K-boy strode over. "Boss, another case of fig-scented pheromones has been detected in Y City. The typhoon has passed. Should I book you a plane ticket?"

Fu Yanshen's eyes flickered slightly, and he left the room without hesitation.

The two subordinates behind him exchanged a glance.

"Why is Big Brother so obsessed with this fig flavor? Wherever this scent has appeared in the past two years, no matter how urgent his work is, Big Brother has to fly there immediately?"

"Who knows, to get to this point... it's either extreme love or extreme hate."

"That must be an enemy. Does our boss look like the type to fall in love with anyone?"

"Yeah, if our boss likes someone... no way, the thought is too much for me to bear."

They both shook their heads and sighed in unison, then followed.

Airport, VIP lane.

Fu Yanshen, exuding an aura of unapproachability, strode towards the boarding gate.

Meanwhile, another private plane had just landed and come to a stop.

The hatch opened, and Gu Chen, looking travel-worn and chilly, strode down the gangway.

His face was grim, and he just wanted to get to that damned lounge immediately.

The two channels converge at a certain corner.

Two equally tall Alphas, each with an aura so powerful it was suffocating, met face to face without warning, their pheromones colliding silently.

The air seemed to freeze and compress instantly.

On one side was the smoke of gunpowder and the rust of iron, cold and desolate.

On one side are cedar trees, cold, serene and majestic.

An invisible storm swept between the two, and several passersby instinctively held their breath and took a detour.

Fu Yanshen's cold, gray eyes swept over Gu Chen's anxious and gloomy face, while Gu Chen's sharp gaze pierced Fu Yanshen.

There were no words spoken.

A sense of oppressive tension, where evenly matched forces clashed in the air.

The next second, the two simultaneously looked away, expressionless, and brushed past each other.

Two directions, going in opposite directions.