Chapter 74: Volume 1, Chapter 74: Ferocious Alpha x Tender Omega (14)

Only one day has passed, and too many things have happened.

Jiang Zhi had wanted to step forward and greet the youth, but upon meeting his eyes, she suddenly froze, a hint of fear rising in her heart.

The youth's aura was extremely dangerous and unstable; after glancing at her, he quickly shifted his gaze, lowering his eyes in silence.

Rong Mingcheng's expression was indifferent, and he was quite pleased with the girl's behavior.

"I'll send you back." He said softly.

Jiang Zhi pressed her lips, looked at the youth for a moment, then after a while shook her head: "I'll stay a bit longer."

Before Rong Mingcheng could speak, two soldiers approached him.

It was the king's order, telling him to go over for a moment.

Rong Mingcheng narrowed his fox-like eyes, a hint of coldness flashing in their depths.

He did not want the girl to meet the youth; he clearly knew that his younger brother Rong Qingzhou, or Jing Cang, both liked her.

Compared to his useless younger brother, Jing Cang had spent the most time by the girl's side and was also the most dangerous.

"I'll first take you to the vehicle." His eyes were deep and unfathomable.

Jiang Zhi lifted her gaze, looking at the two imperial soldiers standing beside him; their attire and accessories seemed to be the king's personal guards.

"No need, you go first."

Rong Mingcheng still didn't want to force her, nor reveal his true self before her; he casually lifted his finger, sweeping a strand of her black hair from her temple, feeling soft and smooth, making one unable to let go.

The man's gesture was intimate; Jiang Zhi had no time to dodge before his finger withdrew.

"Alright, I'll go first. Wait here for me; I'll be back soon."

Before leaving, Rong Mingcheng left two subordinates to protect her.

After the man left, Jiang Zhi stepped forward, walked up to the youth, and called out softly.

"Jing Cang."

The youth wore ink-black clothing that made his pupils appear deep black; his face was hidden in dim light, his thin, cold-colored lips slightly curled, exuding a bone-chilling chill.

"Do you like the Second Prince?"

Jiang Zhi hadn't expected him to ask that; her snow-white cheeks flushed slightly, not from shyness but embarrassment.

"I don't like him."

Jing Cang lifted his eyelids, staring straight at her face, not missing any expression, and asked, "Do you want to marry him?"

Upon hearing the question, Jiang Zhi's ink-black long lashes trembled as she shook her head in resistance: "No."

Her answer was firm and earnest.

She was unwilling to marry a stranger just because of high compatibility.

A glint flashed in Jing Cang's dark, deep pupils; his black silhouette moved closer, shadow enveloping her: "If you don't want to, then don't."

Jiang Zhi was stunned for a few seconds, then murmured, "Can I avoid marrying him?"

Jing Cang hooked the strand of black hair he had swept behind her ear, letting it fall beside her exquisite brows and eyes; the pupils hidden in the shadow restrained a morbid affection.

"No need."

Jiang Zhi was overjoyed, instinctively gripping his fingers and saying, "Thank you, Jing Cang."

The girl's trust and delight in her eyes made him sink into them.

Jing Cang remained silent, his gaze falling on their clasped hands.

Jiang Zhi quickly realized that this was Jing Cang's grandfather's funeral; such joy was disrespectful to his grandfather.

She quickly lowered the curve of her lips, lowered her voice, and said, "Jing Cang, you'll have me from now on, so you won't be alone."

Jing Cang's pupils flickered slightly; love spread in his eyes as he slightly leaned forward, gazing at the girl's slightly parted pink lips, his heart beating uncontrollably wild.

But just then, the girl before him was seized and pulled away from his side.

"Young Master Jing, you still need to think carefully about your identity."

Rong Mingcheng, whose emotions were usually inscrutable, fell into violent rage now; the coldness in his eyes seemed to materialize, striking him: "She is now my wife."

Jing Cang swept his gaze over the struggling girl in his arms, raised his brow, and instead of exploding as before, he suppressed and endured.

She doesn't like him, doesn't want to marry Rong Mingcheng; that's enough.

His thin lips moved, voicelessly saying to the girl:

"Wait for me."

Jiang Zhi, forcibly taken away from the Jing household by Rong Mingcheng, turned pale; as they stopped before the hovering airship, she pulled back her restrained wrist.

"Rong, Rong Mingcheng!" Her breathing unsteady, she stammered out the man's name.

Rong Mingcheng raised his slender fingers and tugged at his collar; his feigned exterior seemed about to break any moment, gradually revealing the demon within.

"Zhizhi, you are about to marry me." Beneath the torn collar lay perfectly defined, taut musculature; his collarbones were sharp as blades, exuding extreme sensuality.

He gradually approached her, eventually pressing her entire body against the cold, hard airship.

In Jiang Zhi's dark eyes reflecting the scattered lights, only fear of him remained; that dangerous, pervasive pheromone coated her skin's surface, seeping into flesh and bone.

Her previously restrained heat surged instantly, spreading uncontrollably through her body; the traits of a Beta were gradually overtaken by those of an Omega.

The fragrance emanating from the girl's body grew ever richer; Rong Mingcheng almost immediately embraced her into the airship, blocking any imagined Omega pheromones from diffusing outward.

Jiang Zhi lay sideways on the seat, curled up; every part tingled like electric shocks, fine and dense itchiness, as if countless ants crawled over her skin, burning hot as she sank deep into desire.

Her lips parted slightly, her breathing unsteady.

"So exhilarating! Brother Seven feels great!" She didn't forget to chat with 777 in her sea of consciousness.

777: "………oh." It had originally thought the host would focus on role-playing now, never expecting her to speak to it.

Jiang Zhi half-squinted, her peripheral vision catching the man in the driver's seat with an abnormal complexion.

Rong Mingcheng still maintained his usual calm abstinence, except that his fingers gripping the steering wheel were slightly tense, and his extremely handsome face gradually flushed with scarlet desire.

The anti-gravity flying ship arrived at Rong Mingcheng's private hall at top speed.

Jiang Zhi lay on the soft large bed in the master bedroom, lightly tugging at her skirt; the beautiful butterfly-wing-like skirt soon became full of wrinkles.

Rong Mingcheng activated a protective shield, covering the entire private hall, blocking the Omega's pheromones from leaking out.

Upon stepping into the master bedroom, his narrow eyes' corners turned red, his breathing grew ragged, and he involuntarily released his pheromones, which became entwined with the Omega's pheromones in the room.

He was on the verge of frenzy, wanting to tear the Omega lying on the bed to pieces.

Barely suppressing it, he drew a deep breath, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"I almost went crazy too."

He walked with steady steps to the bedside, gazing at the girl sunk deep into the bed; her usual snow‑fair skin was flushed with an alluring crimson, she had lost consciousness from the torment of heat, craving an Alpha's mark.

Rong Mingcheng's brows and eyes, like an ink‑wash painting, drooped slightly as he leaned over and pressed himself against her; his intensely aggressive Alpha pheromone enveloped her completely.

The girl comfortably tilted her neck, exposing the gland at the nape of her neck, and whispered weakly:

"Jing……Jing……"