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    Shuang Yu was inwardly alarmed.

    How did the other person know he was an omega?

    This was definitely not the time to admit it.

    Shuang Yu forcefully shoved the man away and coldly denied it. “No, I’m a beta. You’ve got the wrong person.”

    Without giving the man time to react, he quickly left the room.

    After he left, Shi Heng’s eyes filled with confusion.

    The man’s appearance certainly didn’t resemble an omega, but how could he explain the faint scent of Magnolia Scent pheromones lingering in the air?

    This was the first time he hadn’t been repulsed by an omega’s pheromones.

    At this thought, a meaningful smile touched Shi Heng’s lips.

    He had been extremely unhappy about coming to this city, but now he was actually feeling a little expectant.

    It seemed he would have to look into that person’s whereabouts.

    Whether he was an omega or a beta, he would find out eventually!

    Picking up his phone, Shi Heng dialed his father’s secretary. “Uncle Chen, help me look into someone.”

    Hearing his troublemaking tone, the person on the other end immediately felt a headache coming on. “Your Highness the Crown Prince, if you cause any more trouble this time, I’m afraid His Majesty will banish you to some godforsaken backwater!”

    “Was I wrong? If I hadn’t stopped that omega in time, my father would probably have an Imperial Grandson by now!”

    Shi Heng retorted with a grin, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

    It was wrong for that person to use an inducer on you, but you didn’t have to be so cruel as to destroy their gland…

    Chen Jing retorted in his heart, but he didn’t dare show it on his face. He asked fearfully, “Has some other clueless piece of filth provoked you again?”

    “Not this time… but an interesting little thing has caught my attention. Perhaps, because of him, I’ll be willing to stay here obediently for a long while.”

    Shi Heng thought of the man’s cold, handsome face, and a captivating smile spread across his lips.

    Shuang Yu had no idea he was once again being targeted by a psycho. After leaving the hotel, he realized he had made a fatal mistake.

    It seemed he had… forgotten to stutter?

    Whatever, he probably wouldn’t have a chance to meet that person again anyway.

    Shuang Yu headed straight for the hospital.

    He had to first understand the condition of the original host’s omega father. He absolutely couldn’t let that old fox Ji Weiheng use him to force his submission again!

    At the hospital, he ran into a doctor who was just coming out from his rounds.

    “Young Ji, here to see your father again?”

    The doctor greeted him warmly.

    “H-Hello, Doctor Zhang. How’s my d-dad’s con-condition?”

    Shuang Yu asked.

    The man could see the eagerness in his eyes and shook his head helplessly. “His brainwaves show no activity, and he still doesn’t respond to external stimuli. It’s unlikely he’ll ever wake up.”

    “Is it that he’s unlikely to wake up, or is someone unwilling to let him wake up?”

    Shuang Yu raised an eyebrow, his smile somewhat dazzling.

    The doctor’s eyelashes trembled. He didn’t even notice that Shuang Yu wasn’t stuttering as he spoke righteously.

    “We doctors have our ethics. Young Ji, you shouldn’t speak so recklessly. I know you’re anxious, but you can’t push the blame onto us just because you’re worried!”

    “I-I was confused. I’m s-sorry, Doctor Zhang. I was j-just too worried about my dad.”

    Shuang Yu smiled faintly, brushing the matter aside before bidding farewell and leaving.

    The doctor watched his departing figure, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

    For some reason, he felt that Ji Shuangyu was different from his usual self.

    He was usually so timid and submissive. Why was he so overbearing today?

    In the luxurious VIP ward, an exquisitely handsome man lay on the bed, looking like a sleeping beauty.

    The warm light fell on him, accentuating his delicate and bright features. Time had left no trace on him; he looked like a young man in his early twenties.

    The Spirit Bead grew hot, and the Vicious Ghost bound within suddenly let out a piercing shriek as crimson tears of blood rolled down from the corners of its eyes.

    The temperature in the room instantly dropped, and a chill seeped up from the floor.

    “I know you’re anxious. Behave yourself. I will definitely save him.”

    Shuang Yu warned, gripping the Spirit Bead.

    There was clearly something fishy about this hospital. To break free from Ji Weiheng’s control, he first had to transfer Zuo Fei to another hospital.

    But the original host was penniless, with no power or money. In his current situation, there was no way to escape this predicament.

    What should he do?

    [This country is still ruled by the Royal Family. If you want to escape Ji Weiheng’s control, you could consider finding a noble to be your backer.]

    Xiao Ai offered a terrible idea.

    “Do you think there’s any noble family here bigger than Wei Yichen’s?”

    Shuang Yu rolled his eyes, rendered speechless.

    The nobility in this country was also hereditary. The city they were currently in was Wei Yichen’s father’s fiefdom. Where was he supposed to find a noble with more power than Wei Yichen?

    [It’s always good to have a dream. What if it comes true?]

    Xiao Ai made an empty promise, feeling guilty.

    “You should just go back to the little black room. You’re no help at all!”

    Shuang Yu rolled his eyes again, no longer listening to its unconstructive suggestions, and began the first step of his revenge.

    Taking out his phone, he quickly edited some content and posted it online.

    Let the bullets fly for a while.

    A cold glint flashed in his eyes as a slight smile lifted the corners of his mouth. He left the hospital room and headed to the nightclub where the original host worked.

    Three days passed in a flash.

    Ji Mian gradually regained consciousness three days later.

    Wei Yichen, with a look of bliss, pulled him into his arms and gently placed a butterfly kiss on his forehead, his voice filled with deep affection. “You’ve worked hard, Mianmian.”

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