FSO Chapter 18

Jiang Wan slumped miserably, enduring the class teacher’s long lecture, feeling exactly like a high school student caught dating too early.

If he had known things would end up like this, he wouldn’t have gotten involved in the first place.

Jiang Wan was full of regret—immense regret.

If he hadn’t gone to the debt collection scene to spectate, he wouldn’t have seen Dou Ming. If he hadn’t seen Dou Ming, he wouldn’t have wanted his pheromones. If he hadn’t craved the pheromones, he wouldn’t have found a way to sneak into school. If he hadn’t snuck into school, none of this would have happened…

Too many regrets.

At noon, Jiang Wan perked up and sought out Dou Ming, determined to talk things through.

Dou Ming didn’t hesitate at all, agreeing immediately and following Jiang Wan out the door.

As soon as they were somewhere secluded, Dou Ming unreservedly released his pheromones.

The scent was so intense that it hit Jiang Wan immediately, making his legs go weak. Dou Ming caught him and pulled him into his arms, lifting the strands of hair at the back of Jiang Wan’s neck and pressing his fingers against the gland.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you want.”

Jiang Wan: “???”

He struggled. “I-I just want to—” talk seriously with you, you jerk!

Dou Ming laughed softly. “I know.”

His fangs brushed against the gland, teasing it gently, before finding the right spot and slowly sinking in.

Jiang Wan: “???” You know nothing—wait… why does this feel… good? No… it feels really good…

Without realizing it, Jiang Wan’s hand, which had been gripping Dou Ming’s shoulder, ended up wrapping around his neck.

…

A week later.

Jiang Wan banged his head against the wall in frustration.

This Alpha’s sweetness was deadly!

A taste of it every day, and it was outrageously satisfying!

After all these days, his body had become even more attuned to Dou Ming’s cedar scent. Now, whenever Dou Ming got close, his body would soften, heat up, and even… become wet.

There was no chance to talk things out with Dou Ming at all!

Ahhh, he was such a scumbag.

He was now officially a scumbag playing with the feelings of a high school boy.

…Though the main culprit was that irresistible pheromone.

Jiang Wan sighed in despair as he walked out of the school gates, immediately spotting the car that had come to pick him up.

“Go on.” Dou Ming said beside him, his voice so soft it made Jiang Wan’s scalp tingle.

“You should head home too.” Jiang Wan muttered hastily, but even as he hurried off, he could still feel Dou Ming’s affectionate gaze on his back.

Clenching his fists, Jiang Wan made a firm decision to change his approach.

Since he had already acted like a scumbag, he might as well embrace it fully. He would continue living as a high school student and enjoy a carefree first love with Dou Ming.

But first, he had to cancel the sugar daddy contract between [Brother Da Jiang] and Dou Ming.

He definitely didn’t want to be competing with himself.

Feeling much lighter after making up his mind, Jiang Wan sent Dou Ming a message for the first time: “Let me know when you get home, okay?”

“Okay [kiss emoji]”

Jiang Wan: “…”

He set down his phone silently. I didn’t realize Dou Ming could be this cheeky!

A kiss emoji? Seriously!?

After sending the message, Dou Ming waited for a few seconds. Seeing no response, he tucked his phone away.

His lips curved into a small smile as he looked down, but when he raised his head again, his expression was back to being emotionless.

Across from him, someone rolled their eyes, complaining, “I was voted the school beauty, at least give me some respect, will you?”

Dou Ming extended his hand. “The item I asked for.”

The so-called school beauty, who was actually Che Chenying, pulled out an old yellow book from her bag.

“Here.” Che Chenying said, handing it over. “I went through a lot of trouble to steal this from my family’s study.”

Dou Ming reached for the yellow book, but Che Chenying pulled it back, suddenly wary. “Where’s my item?”

“Here.” Dou Ming casually tossed a USB drive at her.

Che Chenying quickly caught the USB, but when she looked back up, the yellow book was already gone from her hands.

By the time she raised her head again, Dou Ming was already walking out of the shop.

“Hey! If you have more goods, remember to come to me!” Che Chenying called softly after him, before clutching the USB like a thief and sneaking off.

Inside the USB was an ultra-rare AO video!

The protagonists had retired ages ago!

There were no resources like this anywhere online!

And Dou Ming had actually traded something this valuable for information about the Jiang family.

The Jiang family had long since fallen. Nowadays, her Che family ruled Haicheng. Her father kept a low profile, though, maintaining the facade that the Jiang family was still in control to keep outsiders from realizing the truth. That way, their family could quietly grow their wealth.

Her father had studied the Jiang family’s rise carefully during their peak years and compiled it all into that yellow book she just gave to Dou Ming.

It was gathering dust in the corner, so it was easy for her to grab it.

Who knew it could still get her such a rare trade?

Heh, she’d profited big time.

As for why Dou Ming wanted information on the Jiang family, Che Chenying didn’t think much of it.

He was just a teenager. It was normal to be fascinated by stories of gangsters and criminals, right?

Only someone like her, who had seen the real world, had no interest in all this gangster or mafia stuff.

Dou Ming flipped through the book and found a CD tucked inside.

Since he didn’t have a computer at home, he headed to an internet cafe to check out its contents.

Once the CD was inserted, a video appeared on the screen.

The quality was poor, about 360p resolution.

In the top left corner, the date read: 2011-06-01.

It seemed like someone had recorded it with a handheld camera, as the footage occasionally shook.

At first, it showed nothing but still images—dim streetlights, a few motorcycles parked on the sidewalk.

But the background noise was chaotic, with the sound of shouting.

The camera slowly moved forward, passing by the motorcycles, and blurry figures started to appear in the frame.

After refocusing, the image became slightly clearer.

A group of burly men were ganging up on a young boy. The boy was dressed in a black hoodie and sweatpants. He wasn’t tall, clearly still growing, but despite the overwhelming attacks from the large men, he was holding his own.

His movements were quick, precise. Every punch and kick was calculated, landing directly on the most painful spots of the human body—moves clearly honed from real combat.

In no time, the men were lying on the ground in various states of agony, groaning and writhing in pain.

The boy wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, his face hidden in the shadows, making it impossible to see clearly.

He panted heavily for a few seconds, then suddenly turned to glance at the camera.

His eyes shone brightly, and even through the screen, Dou Ming could feel a wave of hostility.

“!” The person filming audibly gasped, and the camera wobbled slightly.

At that moment, one of the men lying behind the boy suddenly leaped up, his thick arm locking around the boy’s neck, while his other hand pulled out a sharp fruit knife.

The boy struggled in pain as the bald man grinned and raised the knife to stab him in the chest. But with a sudden burst of strength, the boy flipped the much larger man onto the ground.

The man howled in pain, trying to get up, but the boy had already snatched the knife from him at some point.

“Smack!” The boy flicked his wrist, driving the knife into the man’s palm, pinning him to the ground.

The man screamed in agony, blood pouring from his hand. “Ahhh!!!”

The boy kicked the man down and stepped on his chest, about to say something, when another man with a beard staggered to his feet, holding a knockoff 5-4-style handgun.

The gun was aimed directly at the boy’s back, and the man pulled the trigger just as the boy twisted his waist, bending at an impossible angle. The bullet grazed the boy’s side and embedded itself in a lamppost across the street.

Seeing this, the man tried to adjust his aim, but the boy had already spun back around and kicked the gunman’s wrist, sending the gun flying out of his hand.

The boy caught the falling gun with a hook of his fingers, spun it expertly around his wrist, and aimed it at the man’s forehead.

The bearded man’s legs gave out, and he wet his pants on the spot.

The boy took a step to the side, motioning with the gun for the man to move. Trembling, the man complied, walking over to the side of the bald man with the injured hand.

The rest of the men continued to groan in pain, clutching their heads.

The boy spoke coldly. “Everyone, hands on your heads and squat.”

The bearded man immediately obeyed, while the others hesitated, malicious glints still visible in their eyes.

Without hesitation, the boy fired a shot, piercing one man’s shoulder.

“Ahhhh!!” The man screamed as blood gushed from his shoulder, his body convulsing.

No one dared to resist anymore, and they all squatted down, hands on their heads.

The boy pulled out a phone from his pocket and made a call. “Hey, if you don’t get here soon, I’m done for.”

Watching this, Dou Ming frowned slightly.

The boy had only said a few words, but there was something familiar about his voice.

It sounded a lot like… Jiang Wan.

Dou Ming was certain the boy had some connection to Jiang Wan, but thinking this boy was Jiang Wan’s father… He glanced at the date in the corner—2011.

That didn’t add up.

But if the boy was Jiang Wan…

No matter how much he considered it, Dou Ming couldn’t connect the two. Jiang Wan was harmless, timid, and warm. He couldn’t possibly be this cold, ruthless boy.

As Dou Ming pondered, the sound of police sirens blared in the video. Soon, several police cars arrived, and armed officers rushed out, surrounding both the boy and the group of men.

A man in plainclothes stepped out of the leading car. “Jiang Wan! Impressive as always! My operation just finished, and we scored a huge victory!”

The plainclothes officer started walking toward the boy but was stopped by someone beside him. “Sir, he’s armed!”

“Relax!” The officer laughed but still stopped in his tracks.

Almost simultaneously, the boy effortlessly dismantled the knockoff gun in a few quick moves, tossing the pieces to the ground.

The officer: “…”

The boy pulled the hood of his sweatshirt up over his head and turned to walk toward the camera.

The officer called out from behind him, “Jiang Wan, come by the station tomorrow. You’ll need to give a witness statement! Procedure still needs to be followed!”

The boy waved his hand without looking back, getting closer and closer to the camera. The person filming, clearly nervous, backed away slightly.

Only then did Dou Ming realize that the camera operator had been hiding behind a large green dumpster the whole time.

Dou Ming focused on the approaching boy, hoping to get a clear look at his face.

The closer the boy got, the more the camera retreated. By the time the boy passed by, only his legs were visible on screen.

Just when Dou Ming thought he wouldn’t be able to see the boy’s face, the boy suddenly bent down, his face inches from the camera.

“!” The screen shook violently.

The boy leaned back slightly, his delicate features making a goofy face before breaking into a mischievous grin, completely different from the ruthless image he’d shown earlier. His dark eyes sparkled with a playful innocence, like a puppy.

“Shh.” He placed his dusty finger to his lips and winked. “Don’t let them hear.”

“…” The camera nodded up and down.

The boy smiled brightly, wiping his bloody thumb across the camera lens, leaving a streak of red.

“Bye-bye.” he mouthed silently. “Did you film me looking cool?”

“…” The camera nodded again.

The boy waved, stood up straight, and walked away, humming a little tune: “We, the common folk, are really, really happy~”

“…” The video faded to black, and a few lines of text appeared.

Jiang Wan.

Third generation of the Jiang family.

In 2011, after his father’s accidental death, he took control of the family business at the age of sixteen, cleaning house and maintaining the vast empire, supporting his widowed mother and younger brother.

I’ll always be his fan!

I’ll always admire Jiang Wan!

Written by Che Jun, 2015.

PS: Jiang Wan’s nickname skills are awful. What kind of name is Brother Da Jiang? So lazy, seriously.

PPS: It seems Jiang Wan plans to cut down most of the family’s business, but mark my words, as long as Jiang Wan is around, my Che family will always be second. Jiang Wan is No.1!

The video ended with these lines on the screen.

Dou Ming hit the rewind key, watching the final few seconds over and over again.

The boy stepped back, then moved closer, then back again.

These few seconds clearly showed the boy’s face, but Dou Ming watched them repeatedly.

Jiang Wan.

Jiang Wan.

So that’s how it is.

Dou Ming leaned back in his chair, his mind going blank.

Brother Da Jiang and Jiang Wan were the same person.

Dou Ming rubbed his temples, recalling the day when Brother Da Jiang’s men came to collect a debt. He had noticed a black Maybach parked downstairs.

At that time, Brother Da Jiang—no, Jiang Wan—must have been sitting in the car, watching him.

A flood of questions filled Dou Ming’s mind.

Why had Jiang Wan pretended to be a high school student to get close to him?

Was there some secret he didn’t know about?

Could it be related to Dou De Li?

…

His thoughts were jumbled, and he felt an overwhelming sense of confusion.

At that moment, his phone rang. It was a call from [Steel Teeth].

When he answered, a rough voice spoke, “This is Brother Da Jiang. I agree to your request. We can terminate the sugar daddy contract.”

Dou Ming pressed his lips together, an image of Jiang Wan holding a voice changer and seriously saying, “I’m Brother Da Jiang” flashing in his mind.

“No need.” Dou Ming said quietly. “I’ve changed my mind. I’d like to keep things as they are, and I wouldn’t mind taking things further.”

“!” The rough voice on the other end tried to mask the shock with anger. “What do you think Brother Da Jiang is? You think you can just end things whenever you feel like it and take them back whenever you want?!”

Dou Ming smiled slightly, listening as the voice on the other end threw a fit. After a moment of thought, he hung up without saying another word.

Jiang Wan: “!!!”

Dou Ming stared at the screen, where the boy’s bright smile was frozen, and slowly smiled himself.

Dual identities, huh?

I’ll play along.

But never forget—you’re my Omega.

You won’t escape.