Deviant: No Longer Human

Shanghai Airport! Wang Xiao leaned back, legs crossed, basking in the silence. Outside, the airport swarmed with restless bodies, horns blaring, voices overlapping—a mess he had no intention of stepping into. He had parked right in front of the airport entrance—illegally, of course. Who cares Instead of moving his ass to find these guests, he sat there, arms folded. Why was he even here? Did they not have their own damn cars? A judge. A government official. Surely they weren't short on resources. He had better things to do. Just as he debated driving off and ghosting the entire situation, a sharp knock rapped against the window. Knock! Knock! His brows twitched. Which bastard had a death wish? He rolled down the window, fully prepared to cuss someone's ancestors— But then he froze. Words caught in his throat. Because the one standing outside? She was a problem. Not the headache kind. The kind that made a man forget his morals. Long, silky black hair, straight and glossy, falling effortlessly over her shoulders. Eyes the color of a deep, still lake, shimmering under the airport lights. Lashes that curved upwards—not too much, not too little—just enough to make a man's thoughts go places. Her nose was small, delicate. Her lips—painted in a deep, sexy crimson—parted slightly as she exhaled softly. But the real killer? That dress. A deep sapphire blue. Sleek, sleeveless, hugging every sinful curve of her body. Modest enough to be respectable. Tight enough to be indecent. It hugged to her slender waist, her chest full yet perky, held up with just the right amount of teasing exposure. The slit on the side? Subtle, but enough to flash a glimpse of her smooth, toned legs. Golden earrings hung from her ears, swaying ever so slightly. A mature woman. Not an official. Not some intimidating judge. But a woman who had been pampered, worshipped, and knew the effect she had on men. Her scent drifted in—expensive, rich, but not overwhelming. If young women had a certain raw, untamed charm, this… this was refined corruption. "Are you... Wang Xiao?" Her voice. Smooth, like red wine slipping down a woman's throat. Wang Xiao almost clicked his tongue. This woman? Definitely trouble. He had too many problems at home. But suddenly, he felt he was missing a few more like her. "This must be... Miss Xue?" She nodded, though there was a slight hesitation in her gaze. She had expected Xinyue Zhilan's teenage son—a boy. But standing before her was not a boy. A tall, broad-shouldered man, exuding danger and confidence—completely opposite of what she imagined. "Are you alone?" Wang Xiao's tone was casual, but his gaze wasn't. He had originally planned to drive straight back home. Now? Now, he suddenly didn't feel like leaving so soon. Xue Hanqin smiled, a small, mysterious curve of her lips. "There was a small… problem." Wang Xiao followed her gaze— And understood everything. Originally, this trip was for four people—Xue Hanqin, her brother, sister-in-law, and niece—with a government-assigned driver. But now? Two black Mercedes Maybachs sat parked nearby, their red license plates shinning—official government vehicles. Two male drivers. Two female bodyguards. Four vacant seats in total—just as expected. But at this moment, all four seats were taken. One car held a beautiful middle-aged woman, most likely Xue Hanqin's sister-in-law, sitting beside a man with an air of authority—her brother, clearly another official. The other? Inside, a teenage girl—her niece. And beside her… A boy, exuding confidence, dressed in a crisp white shirt, neatly tucked beneath a sleek black blazer—the kind of outfit that screamed "young elite, born with a silver spoon." He was holding the girl's hand, gently reassuring her. At first glance, Wang Xiao assumed he was just another spoiled rich brat. But then, he looked closer. This guy wasn't born rich—not in the way that mattered. Not that it made any difference. Wang Xiao didn't even need to ask. His smile stretched lazily. So that's how it is. Without hesitation, he reached over and pushed open the co-pilot seat door. He tilted his chin at her. "Get in." Xue Hanqin blinked, surprised. She was used to sitting in the back. That was where she always sat. But now… he had opened the front seat for her? A flicker of hesitation. But she didn't say anything. Instead, she gracefully stepped forward and slid inside. As she adjusted her white handbag on her lap, Wang Xiao casually pointed to the backseat. "The seats are wet," he said. She turned slightly—sure enough, water stains covered the leather. "Oh," she nodded in understanding, adjusting her posture. The moment she did, a mature, intoxicating scent filled the car. Wang Xiao started the engine, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. Wet seats? Yeah, right. He had just done that shit himself. _____ Inside the Car – The Fun Begins! The silence stretched for a few beats. Then— "Miss Xue," Wang Xiao glanced at her sideways. "You smell nice." "...Excuse me?" His smirk widened. "What perfume is that?" Xue Hanqin blinked before answering lightly, "A custom blend. You wouldn't find it in stores." "Oh, would be a shame if other women smelled like you," Wang Xiao mused. "..." Xue Hanqin's lips parted slightly, but no words came out. She wasn't the type to be caught off guard easily—years of experience had taught her how to maintain composure. But this boy... No. This man. He was something else. Wang Xiao chuckled, one hand on the wheel, the other lazily resting against the window. Her silence amused him. She shifted slightly, crossing her legs—this time, pressing them together a little tighter. "I didn't know Zhilan's boy was such a rogue." Her voice was light, but there was a hint of warning. Wang Xiao let out a dry laugh. "Don't misunderstand, Miss Xue... I just thought you smelled like my mother." "..." Her eyes flickered toward him. Really? That's all? She wasn't a woman oblivious to her own charm. Men struggled to meet her gaze, let alone flirt outright. Yet here he was—completely unfazed, completely unrestrained. Interesting. She pressed her lips together, inwardly making a decision. "Xiao Wang," she said, her voice softer, smoother. "Just call me 'Aunt' Xue. No need for formalities. I'm like your mother's elder sister." Wang Xiao's smile widened. "Oh, that's great. So you were the one who took care of her in university?" "...Yes." A pause. A subtle flicker of confusion passed through her blue eyes. No reaction? Did she misunderstand? A strange guilt crept up her spine. "Xiao Wang..." she hesitated, her fingers lightly tapping against her handbag. "I checked your files. I didn't know you had such an... unexpected past." Wang Xiao's expression didn't change. "Oh, nothing special," he said, brushing it off like dust on his sleeve. "Just serving the nation." His official file listed him as an NSA agent—one who had supposedly lost his memories at twelve, served for seven years, and was later discharged. A perfect cover. A fabricated identity. One he had created just to fool his mother. He hadn't expected Aunt Xue to dig it up. Xue Hanqin had casually reviewed his background before coming here..