Chapter 71: Volume 1, Chapter 71: Violent Alpha x Gentle Omega (11) Revised

Jing Cang lifted his deep black eyes, staring fixedly at her, his gloomy voice squeezed from his clenched teeth:

"You don't believe me?!"

Jiang Zhi, after receiving the suppressant injection, felt exhausted and weak all over, not wanting to argue with him that much, she turned her back to him, "Just leave it like that, Jing Cang, don't make me hate you."

Having spoken, she softly said to the Rong Mingcheng opposite her: "Let's go."

Watching them leave, Jing Cang, who wanted to catch up, had her words filling his mind.

——Don't make me hate you.

Jing Cang stood there for a long time, his anger submerged like in an icy cellar, bitterly cold.

He knew his own temperament, easily angered and violent.

Since he became sensible, surviving in the man-eating Wangong, everyone walked on eggshells, fighting to the death for fame and profit. Old friends could stab you in the back without warning, and even close relatives would kick you down to climb higher.

The icy Wangong was filled everywhere with darkness and malice.

As everyone whispered behind his back, he had once killed his own paternal uncle. His uncle was the only person he truly trusted, who treated him well, would talk to him about many life experiences, and would teach him how to survive in the Wangong.

But he never imagined that his uncle's constant care and attention were all fake, all a pretense.

Just for his ridiculous Alpha 3S rank.

Legend says the Alpha rank can be detached and injected into another's body, but it must be based on blood relations. However, that was merely a rumor from ages ago, never put into practice. Alpha transformation begins at age 18, and the higher the Alpha rank, the earlier the transformation occurs.

Jing Cang, a 3S Alpha, successfully transformed at the age of eight.

From that time on, his uncle began to covet his 3S rank.

He underwent brutal bone-cutting to achieve the goal of rank detachment.

That was merely a rumor, naturally false.

Yet the pain of having bones sawed and pulled out from within the body made life worse than death, requiring a year of endurance.

At that time, Jing Cang endured the worst nightmare of a year.

The result was failure; in his frenzy, Jing Cang killed the uncle he trusted most.

After that.

Jing Cang occasionally suffers from the aftereffects of that time, pain spreading incessantly from his spine, dense aches covering his entire body.

Only on the battlefield, releasing his rank power, endless fighting, can make him feel slightly better.

The girl is his salvation, and also his medicine.

Her pheromones can make his pain disappear; that was also his abnormal behavior in the restroom that day.

Yet many times he still cannot control his murderous rage.

Killing seems to have taken root in his heart, madly spreading and growing unchecked.

He suffers greatly, and is also tormented.

But now, what torments him most is the girl's departure.

She is unwilling to get close to him again.

Like everyone else, she has begun to hate him as well.

Jing Cang raised his hand to cover half his face, waves of pain spreading from his spine to his skull, unbearable agony.

After a moment, he lifted his forehead, his eyes rimmed with ferocious bloodshot veins, the depths of his pupils flashing with hatred and madness.

"Zhizhi, even if you hate me, I will not let you leave."

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【Villain Jing Cang Hatred Value 60】

Jiang Zhi, sitting in the hovering airship, sneezed, pulled tight her suit jacket, and pinched her itchy nose.

"I suspect Jing Cang is scolding me."

777: "Be confident, drop the 'I suspect'."

Jiang Zhi chuckled, "Even if he scolds me, it's useless; who let him split himself into so many parts, isn't he just asking for trouble himself?"

777 sighed: "It should be that in the previous few worlds, the Host dealt him a huge blow, so he split into several incarnations, wanting to get close to you."

Jiang Zhi gave a noncommittal response.

Rong Mingcheng at the driver's seat raised the cabin temperature a bit, eyes forward, asking: "Cold? There's hot tea in the drawer before you."

Thoughtful. Jiang Zhi opened the drawer, finding only plain old tea.

This kind of tea is mostly liked by elders because it's bitter and astringent.

Jiang Zhi glanced at it, then closed the drawer again, shaking her head: "No need."

Rong Mingcheng's thin lips curled slightly, a faint smile hard to notice.

"There's a milk tea shop ahead; what milk tea would you like?"

Jiang Zhi immediately shook her head, her face slightly pale and lowered, her black long hair spilling over to cover her side profile.

"No need, I just want to go back and rest."

Rong Mingcheng gave a soft "hmm" and fell silent.

The cabin sound instantly quieted; the transparent glass roof had good soundproofing, blocking all outside noise.

Jiang Zhi lay sideways on the soft chair, gradually feeling drowsy, she closed her eyes and soon fell asleep.

When she woke again, she had already arrived beneath her dormitory building.

Seeing her awake, Rong Mingcheng handed her a steaming cup of cocoa milk with a strong milk fragrance.

"Have a sip."

Jiang Zhi rubbed her sleepy eyes, dazedly stared at the paper cup in front of her, slowly took it, her just-woken voice carrying a hint of softness.

"Thank you."

"It's fine." Rong Mingcheng turned, took out a medical kit from the miscellaneous box behind him, pulled down a mirror, the overhead light dispelled the darkness, his handsome, profound face gained a patch of purplish bruise, the corner of his mouth split a little, his narrow fox‑like eyes drooped slightly, and he sucked in a breath of cold air from the pain.

Jiang Zhi heard the movement, turned her head to look at him, and upon seeing the wound on his face, her gaze drooped with deep remorse.

"I'm sorry, it's all because of me that you got hurt like this."

Rong Mingcheng shook his head. "It's fine, you don't need to blame yourself."

After she spoke, she recalled the black‑haired youth's injured and dim expression when she left, feeling uneasy.

"Jing Cang doesn't know why he became like that; actually he's usually fine."

As the girl said that, Rong Mingcheng was somewhat surprised, his motion paused, he looked back at her and asked, "Do you like him a lot?"

Jiang Zhi thought for a moment, then nodded: "Mm."

A hint of coldness appeared in Rong Mingcheng's brows and eyes.

Jiang Zhi muttered, "He's my friend; although I said I would dislike him, that was just anger talking—I would never dislike a friend."

A flicker of darkness crossed Rong Mingcheng's eyes, his thin lips curled slightly, and he asked nonchalantly, "Just friends?"

Jiang Zhi lifted her brows in confusion: "If not friends, then what is it?"

Rong Mingcheng seemed to say offhandedly, "I thought you were boyfriend and girlfriend."

Seeing how much Jing Cang cared, only someone for a beloved would show such an expression.

Unexpectedly, that icy killer Jing Cang would have human feelings.

Jiang Zhi paused, then waved her hand with a light laugh: "No, we've always just been friends, not that kind of relationship—you're reading too much into it."

Rong Mingcheng suppressed his inner pleasure, finished treating the cut at the corner of his mouth, and asked again, "Can we still meet?"

Jiang Zhi's eyes, bright and clear as light, sparkled as she lifted the corners of her lips: "Of course. And thank you for helping me tonight—I'm heading back now, goodbye."

After she spoke, the girl left his presence.

Rong Mingcheng lightly inhaled the lingering fragrance in the air, which was bewitching and made him involuntarily excited.

He released Alpha pheromones, entangling and consuming the pheromones left by the girl in the car.

He could hardly wait, wanting to see the girl crying on him.