The Omega Protection Association was an organization Wang Luan did not really understand. Judging only from its name, it seemed to be an organization that protected omega rights and helped omegas.
In her understanding, it should be something like the Women’s Federation or a child protection association in her world.
Still in her sensitive period, Wang Luan was resistant to the idea of going out to deal with a group of strangers, but she had no choice but to go, because this invitation from the Omega Protection Association had only been sent after the intervention of her family head father.
“I’m going… to do what?” Wang Luan asked in a low voice, listlessly, to the only omega beside her.
Yan Qiongyu buried his head in his experimental materials. Hearing her question, he cast her a casual glance and said, “It’s nothing major. If I’m not mistaken, they’re probably just going to tell you some ‘product instructions and precautions.’”
What product? That question lingered in Wang Luan’s mind, but she did not ask.
On the way, safely escorted by the Wang family’s bodyguard driver to the Omega Protection Association, she even spared a bit of energy to think about whether it was because her marking had caused Yan Qiongyu to have rejection reactions and be hospitalized several times, so this association wanted to warn her.
Or perhaps Yan Qiongyu had only just come of age, and in the eyes of the Protection Association their “complete marking” was too rushed, forced by her, immoral, and therefore she needed to be reeducated.
In short, in her speculations, she thought she had come to receive judgment—yet she did not expect that the one being “judged” by this Protection Association was not her, but Yan Qiongyu.
The staff of the Omega Protection Association treated her with attentive warmth, inviting her and her entourage into a comfortable private meeting room, thoughtfully serving snacks and drinks. There were even omega staff members asking whether the drinks suited her taste.
Wang Luan almost thought she had gone to some kind of high-end private club with impeccable service.
In this state, Wang Luan did not want to speak much. She just sat there quietly and waited. Behind her were two newly assigned personal stewards sent to care for her—students whom Butler Wang had trained for over a decade. They were quite capable, and seeing her discomfort, they spoke with the Omega Protection Association on her behalf.
Soon, the bodyguards filed out one after another to stand guard outside the door. Only the two stewards remained behind her. Three people from the Omega Protection Association entered the meeting room and sat down in front of Wang Luan.
Their attitude was extremely polite. The one in the middle, a slightly older, somewhat stern-looking middle-aged man, spoke first.
He said, “Miss Wang Luan, hello. I am Tong Chuan, deputy director of the Supervision Department of the Omega Protection Association. We invited you here today for your omega, Yan Qiongyu.”
Wang Luan could tell—he was a male omega.
“As for Yan Qiongyu, he is a key subject under supervision by our Omega Protection Association. His identity is somewhat special, so parts of his information are classified. Miss Wang Luan may not be aware of this.”
“Given that Yan Qiongyu is about to become your exclusive omega, we believe it is necessary for you to know certain circumstances. That is why we are here today to explain them to you.”
Wang Luan did not quite understand and nodded with some confusion. But as she listened on, she only felt that it was absurd.
“…Yan Qiongyu’s mother is Yan Mu, the most vicious and cold-blooded criminal in imperial history. Because she possessed 3S-level mental power, Yan Mu brutally murdered multiple high-ranking alpha of the Empire. Yan Qiongyu is a child of unknown paternity whom Yan Mu conceived in order to evade the death penalty. Because of this child, her execution was postponed, and she took advantage of the opportunity to escape. To this day, she has still not been captured.”
“Due to the influence of excessively high mental power, Yan Mu has already lost her humanity. Yan Qiongyu inherited the 3S high-level mental power from his mother. In order to prevent him from becoming an omega who would endanger the Empire like Yan Mu, we implanted a mental power suppressor in him…”
Even though Wang Luan was currently dispirited and did not want to speak, upon hearing this she could not help but ask, “What his mother did—what does that have to do with him?”
Because parents did bad things, restricting a child—wasn’t that absurd?
Hearing her question, Tong Chuan’s expression grew even more solemn, his tone firm and resounding: “Yan Mu is the disgrace of all omegas. She alone destroyed all of our reputation. Since we enjoy the protection of the Empire, we have the responsibility to supervise all omegas to become people useful to the Empire. Such measures are merely to prevent mistakes from happening again and causing irreparable harm!”
Wang Luan straightened slightly. “…Aren’t you the Omega Protection Association?”
Catching the implication in her words, Tong Chuan frowned. “Of course. Such actions are, in themselves, also protection for Yan Qiongyu. If you knew what Yan Mu did back then, you would understand us.”
Wang Luan did not agree, nor did she understand. But seeing this uncle’s expression, she knew there was no way to communicate with him. She did not want to engage in pointless argument. Moreover, she recalled that when she first came into contact with Yan Qiongyu, he had said he was being monitored. At the time she could not understand it—now she finally knew why.
Seeing her fall silent, Tong Chuan thought he had persuaded her. His expression eased somewhat as he said, “I know, Miss Wang Luan may be feeling sorry for her omega. That is also why we came this time.”
“Yan Qiongyu has performed very well over the past decade or so. Our Supervision Department has already assessed him and confirmed that under the Empire’s guidance, he has grown into a harmless and outstanding omega, so we are preparing to remove his mental power suppressor.”
Wang Luan was escorted out of the Omega Protection Association and sent back to the Wang family residence.
It was already dark. Yan Qiongyu stood at the entrance to welcome her, preparing to have dinner with her.
“Miss Wang Luan, no appetite?” Yan Qiongyu asked, seeing that she was not eating much, knowingly.
Wang Luan lowered her head to look at her plate and hummed in response.
“The people from the Omega Protection Association really do ruin one’s appetite,” Yan Qiongyu said softly with a smile on his face.
The servants were standing far away and could not hear what they were saying. Yan Qiongyu did not conceal his malice toward the Omega Protection Association at all.
Wang Luan recalled what Yan Qiongyu had said before they went—those “product instructions and precautions”—and only then realized that he had been comparing himself to a “product.”
After a while, Wang Luan asked, “The mental power suppressor—where is it?”
Yan Qiongyu’s gaze flickered slightly. He was almost done eating. Wiping his fingers with a napkin, he suddenly raised his hand and lightly touched the area beside Wang Luan’s ear, his fingers brushing against the side of her head.
“Of course, it’s in the brain.”
Whether it was because of his brief touch or because of that sentence, Wang Luan felt a chill in her head.
Seeing her frown and turn her head to eat, Yan Qiongyu sat to the side, smiling as he watched her.
After Wang Luan took a moment to steady herself, she organized the information she had gathered in her mind. “They suddenly want to remove your mental power suppressor, is it because my mental power increased?”
“Yes. And I also have to thank Miss Wang Luan for being willing to cooperate. If it weren’t for this matter, the Wang family head would not have been willing to mobilize the Wang family’s authority to negotiate with the Omega Protection Association.”
Yan Qiongyu believed that if the Wang family head had not exerted pressure and produced sufficient benefits, the Omega Protection Association, the Omega Academy, and certain people would absolutely not have wanted to see him lose his restraints.
They were simply too afraid of Yan Mu, and hated her too much.
Wang Luan said nothing more. That night, the two of them lay on the same bed, separated by about two meters.
When Wang Luan was about to fall asleep, Yan Qiongyu’s voice sounded beside her. He said, “Miss Wang Luan, you should already know about Yan Mu, but you don’t seem worried that I might become like her?”
Not only did she not ask, she could even lie beside him as she always had.
Wang Luan became a bit more awake. She thought of the tone and expressions those people from the Protection Association had used when mentioning Yan Qiongyu during the day, and her heart felt heavy. She was still troubled by her sensitive period and did not have much energy to say any comforting words. In the end, she only said, “You are innocent.”
Yan Qiongyu had asked casually, yet because of those three words, he did not close his eyes for the entire night.
He stared into the darkness for a long time, completely motionless.
Innocent—this was the first time he had ever heard someone say that.
He had been born bearing guilt. From childhood, the people around him had told him so, through words or actions.
If he was innocent, then why was he born with shackles, born trapped in a cage, born detested by others?
They scrutinized him with the eyes used to look at a criminal, as if he would sooner or later become a terrifying offender and commit unforgivable crimes. They treated him harshly, merely to punish him in advance for his future sins… Of course, their vigilance was not wrong.
He knew that sooner or later he would become the criminal they feared, just like Yan Mu.
By the time he found his biological father, killed him, and left this place, he would present these people with gifts, thanking them for shaping him into what he was.
