Little brother of Cold Alpha CEO

contemplation 2

Who was the smartest, the richest, the prettiest, the oldest? Why the fuck did it matter? All the respect in those family events or socialite parties was fake and conditional. Respect was soul-deep and mutual, it was about honoring the never-changing character of someone. For that, I could see why my brother might earn mine but he didn't respect anyone, only pretended to. Out of sight, out of mind.

I may know what respect should look like but it's not like I knew how it felt. I was a hypocrite but the point was, I stomped my foot again, I didn't want to be anywhere near those socialites. Maybe I was more fascinated with Zhou than I thought. Or maybe it was what he represented. A predetermined story. I needed to know his occupation quickly.

Was I treating this conjecture as a distraction or was it my last straw? my rebirth slowly coming down from its high of appreciation before I was disillusioned? I opened the farthest door down the hall. It was empty except for the expected furnishing. I opened the door across from it and it was the same. Then I did the same to the second last door, but nothing. Switching back to the other side of the hall, I tried opening the door. It was locked. I noticed a keyhole, not a keypad. How very outdated Jin Tian is. I looked in the keyhole having to slightly go on my tiptoes to see. I could see a desk and the edge of a leather couch. I imagined the smell. I jingled the doorknob. The door wouldn't budge.

I pursed my lips and my gaze darkly bore on the brown door. It looked like I would have to talk to someone. Mother was my best bet. Should I talk to her more about Jin Tian? I was around the age of hero worship. I looked around the hall again, I was surprised by the nonexistent cameras. If it was my house and I was rich, I would have them everywhere. Jin Tian was too sure of himself. I moved my lips causing my cheeks to shift and took a deep breath, my eyes relaxing. Sure, I had yelled in front of Jin Tian but what kid didn't raise their voice once in a while? At the time, my face wasn't as heavy as now. It was mostly out of one-sided playful pettiness. There was a window at the end of the hall, I decided to stand there until someone would come find me.

With my hands on the window sill, my mind wandered to the second genders. I wondered what the social norms were not for the first time. Did omegas have no agency? Did they openly get criticized? Was I going to become one? It was hard to imagine now that I was a male, I may still have to overcome harsh gender norms if I differentiated into an omega. Since turning 5, at the last get-together I felt a sense of pervasiveness regarding my person. A lot of the mothers were staring at me more than usual. An image of a woman appeared in my mind with her decorative shawl and fancy updo. She left quite an impression with the way her skin glowed and her soft green dusk eyes gleamed. I could remember her surname with clarity and it felt familiar. Why was it familiar though? Yan, where did I hear it again? It was recent.

My grip on the window sill weakly tightened. In thought, I puckered my lips making a silly face. That aunt, Yan, had all the women surrounding her and even my mother seemed pleased despite all the attention off of her. Why hadn't I noticed her at the other events? Certain older woman scared me with their intuition, I had made note of them whenever I could. The fact I hadn't noticed her was more cause for concern. It didn't matter if she emanated a welcoming grace. I sensed someone walking toward me, I looked into the reflection of the mirror and saw that it was my aunt's nanny.

"Sweetie, your mommy is here," she said softly with a hand on my shoulder.

I turned around and looked at her. She had straight chestnut hair with a grey streak pulled into a low ponytail. She had eyes that reminded me of a blinding sunset. Given the unnaturalness of her eyes, I should have shivered upon eye contact but all I felt was affirmed. I took a step causing her hand to leave my shoulder.

"Okay," I smiled with my teeth and ran down the hall. 

Halfway down the long hall, I slowed down. Knowing that I was in a possible fiction, it would bring me a humor of self-deprecation if I slid and fell down the stairs. When I arrived at the living room my mother was standing there with someone.

"Mommy!" I shouted while trying to hug her midriff.

"Xiao xiao, how are you feeling?" Her voice was cooling like a balm while she put her hand through my black waves.

"Happy!" At my response, she let out a weak exasperated sigh.

"Let's sit down," she moved to the couch and placed me next to her.

"This is Dr. Cai, he's our family doctor, he saw you when you were a baby," she smiled down at me.

"Hello, second young master Jin," The man politely put out his hand.

I hesitated when returning the hand shake, surprised. He kneeled down and asked me a couple questions while both my hands sat on my knees.

"I think the second young master Jin ate too many snacks. I recommended cutting off snacks such as crackers and giving him fruits and vegetables as replacements."

At what he said, it was expected but I still gasped.

"No, not my crackers," I mumbled.

I actually didn't mind vegetables or fruits but my baby taste buds really appreciated the salt and plainness of the crackers. I tried to hide by Scooting further into the couch and behind my mother. She patted my back before standing up and walking to the kitchen with the doctor. When I looked back they had already entered the kitchen. What else did they need to talk about? I knew why I puked, it wasn't that serious.