Zixuan gave a lazy smile. "Rumors do travel fast."
He laughed, taking a seat beside Zixuan, sliding closer. His scent was light and fragrant. "But still… you don't look like one. Your husband must be understanding."
"The husband"—obviously Haoran. He came to the club to clear his mind from that man, but why did everyone keep mentioning him?
Turning to the omega seated beside him, he raised a brow, grabbing his chin with a smile. "Why are you mentioning another man in front of me?"
The omega immediately felt weak under the gaze.
"I'm sorry," the omega apologized, already looking submissive.
"Good," Zixuan said, releasing his grip from the omega's chin.
The interaction surprised Shengli. With a frown, he said, "Zixuan…"
Zixuan ignored him, taking another sip of his drink. The bitterness numbed his tongue.
The omega beside him still leaned in, not giving up, fingers brushing his sleeve. "Still, it's been ages since I've seen you at a place like this. I missed this side of you."
