Extra: The Liar 03 (Wolf & Rabbit) – Are you trying to kill me?
Shen Wenlang himself found his behavior inexplicable.
The company had long since been running smoothly. Both the market operations and scientific research were going well. Stock prices were stable, and work was satisfying. Apart from occasionally helping Huayong play the “bad cop” and setting up situations to pursue her mate, everything was perfect.
By all rights, he should have been in a good mood, relaxed and at ease.
But for some reason, these past few days, Shen Wenlang had been feeling incredibly, incredibly irritable.
The HS chairman’s secretary team consisted of six Ivy League graduates. Both the chief and deputy secretaries held PhDs. This was a top-tier team hired at great expense—yet in the two days of Gao Tu’s absence, Shen Wenlang didn’t feel that they were particularly useful at all.
Professional competence aside, every one of them left him feeling tense.
Shen Wenlang had always been a workaholic, working day and night without rest.
The strange and twisted structure of his family had left him yearning fiercely for independence since childhood. So he carried an extreme sense of purpose in carving out a world of his own.
For a long time, once he switched into study or work mode, he simply couldn’t relax.
Until he met Gao Tu.
To Shen Wenlang, Gao Tu was a very different kind of existence.
Even early on, he’d vaguely sensed the heavy goodwill this Beta bore him. But compared to everyone else who desperately tried to show off in front of him, Gao Tu seemed overly cautious.
Since their school days, he was always quietly doing little things behind the scenes that no one else noticed.
And the strange thing was—Shen Wenlang normally hated such “hidden motives.”
Because behind flattery, there was always some kind of agenda.
Growing up in such a powerful and fearsome crime family, the first Chinese character Shen Wenlang had learned was “kill.”
His Omega father had warned him more than anything else:
“Wenlang, don’t trust smiling faces. Don’t be fooled by sweet words. Goodwill you can’t see the purpose of is scarier than naked malice. The ones who can really hurt you are always the ones you trust. The knife that comes from your own people is the sharpest, the deadliest.”
Shen Wenlang had always felt that his Omega father was a strange figure in the family—someone he’d never seen the likes of before. Fierce, aggressive, and yet utterly devoid of dignity.
Like a weapon—wielded at will by an Alpha who never cherished him, striking wherever he was pointed.
There was nothing remotely like a normal mate relationship between them.
In Shen Wenlang’s eyes, his Omega father was the most shameless, self-abasing creature in the world.
Still, despite his disdain for that Omega—and, by extension, for all Omegas—the words “don’t trust smiling faces” remained etched in his memory.
For a long time, he hadn’t understood what Gao Tu was after.
That clumsy Beta who secretly stuffed cheap snacks and drinks into his desk would always run away right after.
The first time he actually caught this “Mister Snail” was after a gym class.
After burning off so much energy in PE, Shen Wenlang returned to his classroom feeling hungry.
Sure enough, there in his desk cubby were two more packets of some no-name snacks. He picked them up and stared at the ingredients list for a while.
Before he could decide whether to eat them or throw them out, a warm, awkward voice spoke up behind him:
“Um… those are fresh, sealed. Not dirty. It’s such a waste to throw them away every time.”
Back then, Gao Tu wore the most common short haircut for teenage boys. His face was flushed, and he almost buried himself in the washed-to-pale collar of his blue school uniform.
Such an unfashionable get-up. How could anyone be this clumsy and stupid?
That was Shen Wenlang’s first impression of him.
It was as if this Beta’s every thought was written plainly on his face. About Shen Wenlang wasting food, he showed his disapproval with complete honesty.
“Did you buy these? Why do you care so much?”
Instinctively defensive after being criticized, Shen Wenlang shot back.
“Whether I bought them or not, you still shouldn’t waste food.”
Face bright red, back ramrod straight from nerves, Gao Tu still insisted:
“Wasting food is wrong. If you’re not going to eat it, could you give it back to me?”
“Who told you to sneak these junky, additive-filled snacks onto my desk?” Shen Wenlang tossed the rice ball in his hand, sitting down arrogantly, looking up at him. “Are you trying to kill me?”
Gao Tu would never forget that day.
That was the day the angel became a fallen angel.
The archangel Michael, who in his dreams had been like a god, suddenly turned into the defiant Lucifer.
The snow-white angel wings folded up and a flurry of crow-black feathers fell.