Like he’s scared I’ll back out, Xu Chen quickly sets me up with an Omega who’s got a high compatibility with me.

This Omega moves with a slow, graceful step, his frame slim like bamboo, his face calm with a slight upward tilt at the eyes, carrying a gentle, knowing smile.

As he gets closer, he introduces himself, “Mr. Shen, hello, I’m Wen Zhuo.”

He’s poised, not too humble or arrogant, with a warm vibe that hints at someone used to holding power.

I give him a discreet once-over and reply, “Nice to meet you.”

Clearly, this guy’s not here for the money to help with my treatment.

Having someone with unknown motives know about my condition…

My eyelid twitches. What a huge mess.

I shoot Xu Chen a sideways glance.

He catches my worry and clears his throat guiltily, “Let’s do the test first, just the test.”

After a quick check, we dive into the treatment details.

The plan’s pretty broad—it’s mostly about letting the Omega’s pheromones soothe me.

That could mean hugs, kisses, or even marking, you name it.

Wen Zhuo gives a soft laugh, “I’m fine with it all—it’s up to what Mr. Shen needs.”

I chuckle back, “No marking, just simple physical contact for the treatment will do.”

“As for the payment…” I tap the cup lightly, “Mr. Wen, just say it straight.”

I’ve never been one for beating around the bush.

“Fang Zhiyu’s back in the country,” Wen Zhuo cuts to the chase. “I want to use your influence to secure my place in the Fang family, so I don’t get kicked out.”

That jogs my memory.

He’s apparently the stepson of the Fang family, Fang Zhiyu’s nominal older brother.

I recall the rumors of bad blood between the brothers—makes sense he’d be worried.

Fang Zhiyu’s barely back and already tangled up with Lin Yuji, while his brother comes to me…

Well, isn’t that interesting.

I lower my gaze, take a sip of tea, and agree.

Once everything’s settled, I drive Wen Zhuo home first, then head back myself.