A Beta Who Was Courted Crazily for Love (Translated)

Chapter 45

Chapter 45

"You must be mistaken, there's nothing." Yang An denied it, calmly setting down his teacup. "Don't think too much."

He said this, but his thoughts drifted to the suppression ring Chen Shuming had given him last night, wondering: It doesn't make sense. The suppression ring was worn all night, and the scent should have dissipated. He even asked Chen Shuming if there was any residue.

Did the old dean's nose become so acute? How could he still smell it...

"You stubborn duck." The old dean huffed a few times, shaking his head and slowly stroking his beard. "Forget it, you've grown up. You must have mature thoughts and secrets you don't want to share. As an elder, I should respect that."

He put on a look of understanding, as if saying, "I understand, children have their secrets, and as an elder, I should respect that."

Yang An: "......"

He rubbed his forehead and didn't intend to explain. "Alright, if you insist on thinking that way, I can't help it."

After saying that, he looked up and saw the old dean's expression change to—"Oh, I knew it. You're just too shy."

Yang An: "......"

"How has your health been recently?" He brought up a new topic.

"Same old, not dead yet, living quite comfortably." The old dean, holding the redwood walnut in his hand, spoke nonchalantly. "Just taking it day by day, as long as I can see tomorrow's sun."

Yang An lowered his gaze and said warmly, "You have a long life ahead, don't talk like that."

"Oh, so do you think I'll live to see you get married?" The old dean raised his eyebrows, taking over the conversation.

"You're not going to let this go today, are you?" Yang An said helplessly, slightly standing up to pour the old dean a cup of tea, holding out the cup, "Please."

The misty white steam rose slowly from the cup's rim, and the clear green liquid rippled with the water pattern.

The old dean took the tea, holding the lid and starting to grind the tea foam. "It's not that I can't let it go, I'm just a bit worried."

"Worried about what?"

"Worried you might be deceived."

"..." Yang An lifted his eyelids slightly, "It shouldn't be that bad, old director."

Although he had never been in a relationship, he was fairly confident in his own intelligence.

"The Alpha in this world can be quite fickle. There are still some outdated, feudal ideas that believe in fated bonds," the old director said, no longer trying to sound amusing. His voice became very low, and a heavy frown settled between his brows. "For betas, Alphas are not necessarily good partners."

Yang An was taken aback. "Old director..."

"Don't blame me for being intrusive and probing into your privacy," the old director sighed. "Many children leave the orphanage, and perhaps they lack sufficient love from the start. They are often dazzled by the roses of love they see before them, unable to see the thorns along the path, and even when they are cut and bleeding, they refuse to give up." He paused. "Especially some betas, seeing them... I can't help but feel deep sympathy."

His gaze grew somber. "Those children are very well-behaved and outstanding in my heart, but society is inherently unfriendly to the 'mediocrity' of betas."

"Even though this evaluation of 'mediocrity' is not correct, and in my view, it's extremely poor."

"Little An, do you understand?"