Saving the overbearing CEO

Chapter 184: Second World: An Incredibly Hot Omega

With those words two people one smiling the other looking like a vengeful ghost that was ready to exact revenge on Machu, walked out of the room heading for the conference room.

As soon as they entered they were met by six generals who were happily gossiping about the Marshal and his partner immediately clamping up in silence but obviously still chatting in private.

General one: AAAAAHHHH! A match transcendent from the heavens.

General three: Oh shit! The Prince looks even more handsome in person. You better not snitch on my wife for rubbernecking.

General six: This is a safe space for those who like admiring beautiful things. We should change the group name to the Rubbernecking Association.

Sensing the peculiar stares Wen Qinxi's ears turned red with the Marshal itching to gouge out those ogling pairs of eyes. Qie Ranzhe immediately grabbed Zhao Xieshu's waist in a possessive manner guiding him to his seat.

General five: Did you see where he placed his fuckin hand, hahaha our Marshal is cute when jealous.

General two: Who wouldn't be jealous? With a hot blond like that at your side you would have to swat away love rivals like swatting away flies.

General four: I suddenly feel sympathy for the Marshal. He gets so easily jealous. Look at him he's even jealous over us his good brothers admiring his wife.

Qie Ranzhe suddenly broke silence yelling, "You do know I am in that chat group, right? It's written on top Takeover Plan, that's the name of the group chat!"

"Yes, we do know that's why we are using that group chat," said the third General with the rest nodding their heads in agreement with no intention of hiding it.

Qie Ranzhe felt somewhat defeated about to change the subject but Wen Qinxi was a little curious so he leaned over whispering into his ear, "How can they chat while facing front keeping straight faces?"

Hearing this question Qie Ranzhe raised one brow and responded, "It's a weird skill I teach you later," but his eyes were fixed on Zhao Xieshu's flushed ear that looked somewhat appetizing urging him to take a nibble.

It took all his might to draw his eyes away while loudly clearing his throat to alleviate the tension putting on a serious facade. But that stern expression crumbled like a dry brittle cookies when Zhao Xieshu placed his hand on the Marshal's thigh under the table igniting a fiery passion in the Marshal that his face inevitably reddened blushing like a timid bride. Wen Qinxi was fully aware he was playing with fire but couldn't help himself.

"Baby, don't be like this," said the Marshal in a somewhat husky voice his lustful gaze staring at Zhao Xieshu's side profile making Wen Qinxi's face heat up as he struggled to feign calmness. This was the last straw for the generals who had been fed real time dog food for no apparent reason.

"Do you want us to go offline for a bit so you guys can deal with the suffocating tension brewing between you," said the sixth general as a spokesperson representing all the other generals.

"Yes__,"

"No___," responded the both of them at the same time with the former obviously coming from Qie Ranzhe. The pair looked at each other in silent communication and it was obvious who won and who was forced to concede as Qie Ranzhe suddenly said,

"Okay, let's begin the meeting_____," carrying on to reiterate their plan of action and what they aimed to achieve which none of the generals saw coming.

"You want to take over and become the emperor?" asked the second general unbelieving of the Marshal's words.

"Don't get us wrong we support your decision and stand by your side but what makes you think the Ambassadors will agree?" inquired the forth general genuinely curious.

The sixth general found this laughable and couldn't help interjecting. "That's isn't an issue. I can kill those greedy bastards myself if they don't agree," she said slamming her pistol on the table, "just say the word."

Seeing his plan turning bloody Wen Qinxi couldn't help but speak out, "No need. The Ambassador will obviously agree."

"How?" asked the first general who couldn't think of an viable plan apart from killing.

"Because we have something they want. Xianore and with this I intend to not only put Qie Ranzhe in power but also liberate all omegas and give them the right to choose their future," said Wen Qinxi his tone respectful yet domineering.

The generals couldn't believe their ears picturing their weak sons, daughters or wives going down a dangerous path. They were undoubtedly blinded by their protective instincts and Wen Qinxi could clearly see that.

To convince this team of unbelievers, Wen Qinxi drew his pistol and aimed at the furtherest in-ceiling light and didn't hesitate to pull the trigger successfully striking his target.

"Oh shit!" exclaimed an astounded fifth general with the rest as dumbfounded as he was.

"That was incredibly hot," said the sixth general expressing her admiration for Zhao Xieshu but the Marshal wasn't pleased immediately suspending the meeting with their screens turning black with an error message.

Error 301: Suspended till further notice.

Qie Ranzhe's alpha pheromones suddenly filled the room as he decisively locked the door on the control panel denying anyone access. Even the cameras were immediately switched off causing the people in the control room to panic.

Wen Qinxi suddenly felt a sense of crisis at the realisation that he was about to get eaten whole. "Come here," said the Marshal after sealing of the entire room so no pheromones will leak out except through the extractor fan.

Wen Qinxi couldn't move as his legs were weak to the knees but that wasn't an issue for Qie Ranzhe as he picked up Zhao Xieshu and placed him on the table spreading his legs apart. "That was incredibly sexy baby," he said his strong arms drawing Zhao Xieshu closer before kissing his lips with the bulge in his pants grinding against his omega through the fabric. Just like that, Wen Qinxi was screwed senseless on that table till he could barely recall his name.