The cool beauty forcibly bids for top A: Chapter 15

Repulse Bay No. 7.

When Shen Yanzhou returned home, what greeted him was not the expected floor lamp light, nor that silly and hopeful “Master, welcome home.”

But a deathly silence.

The entire villa was empty, gloomy and cold. Only the occasional passing car headlights outside the window cast pale white shadows on the walls.

No one took his umbrella. No one brought him slippers. The air didn’t carry that pleasant smell of cooked food.

“Thirty million?” he called out tentatively.

No response.

Shen Yanzhou frowned and casually pressed the switch on the wall.

The living room was very clean, one could even say… too clean. On the coffee table there was no cheap mug the man often drank water from. On the sofa there was no washed out old jacket.

Even in the air, that faint scent of that man’s pheromones that always seemed to wrap around him, seemed to have dissipated completely along with the coldness of this room.

Gone?

Shen Yanzhou’s heart sank. Immediately after, an indescribable sense of absurdity and the anger of being played, burned through his reason.

He actually left?

Shen Yanzhou walked to the liquor cabinet and poured a glass of ice water, his fingers gripping so hard they almost crushed the glass.

What was it for? Was it because the lesson this morning scared him? Did he hate being treated as a tool? Or did he loathe making love with him?

Truly laughable. What right did Thirty Million have?

In this glittering, materialistic Hong Kong, as long as the Shen family’s young master crooked his finger, the alphas wanting to climb into his bed could line up from Repulse Bay all the way to Tsim Sha Tsui. Even if he was a scentless omega, the people wanting to smell his clothes, wanting to lick his feet, were countless.

That wild dog, on what basis was he unwilling?

“Or could it be…” Shen Yanzhou’s gaze swept coldly over the wallet placed on the entryway cabinet, “took the money, thought it was enough to splurge in the slums for the rest of his life, so he absconded with the funds?”

As expected. There were no dogs you could raise to be loyal in this world. Gentleness, loyalty, it was just that they hadn’t yet found the opportunity to bite through the rope.

A wave of intense exhaustion hit him, even more tiring than facing that group of vampire relatives at the main house just now. Shen Yanzhou put down his water glass and rubbed his swollen temples.

Forget it. Tonight was too tiring. The rain outside was heavy too.

“Run then.” He indifferently loosened his tie and casually tossed it onto the sofa. “Run as far as you can.”

“Wait until tomorrow when the sky brightens, I’ll have people catch you and bring you back.”

“Since you won’t listen obediently, then I’ll break both your dog legs and lock you in the basement for life, never seeing daylight again.”

He was barefoot, changed into pajamas, and was about to go upstairs to sleep when.

Click. The electronic lock on the main door rang without warning.

The door opened.

A tall figure appeared in the doorway. The man was completely soaked through, looking utterly wretched, like a drowned dog just fished out of the water.

He didn’t seem to notice the frozen killing intent inside the room. When he saw Shen Yanzhou standing at the stairway, the man’s originally gloomy brows instantly relaxed, switching to a fawning expression. While changing his shoes he cheerfully spoke:

“Master? You’re back? I just now…”

Shen Yanzhou didn’t give him any chance to explain at all. He rushed down the stairs in a few steps. That pale, slender hand mercilessly grabbed the man’s soaked collar and pushed him down onto the sofa.

Before he could get up, Shen Yanzhou was already bearing down on him. His leg was wedged between the man’s legs, both hands propped beside the man’s ears, looking down from above and firmly nailing this disobedient beast in place.

The silk bathrobe gaped wide open from the violent movement, exposing a large expanse of chest so white it dazzled the eyes. A few strands of silver hair hung down, sweeping across the man’s rolling Adam’s apple.

“Thirty million, you actually know to come back?” The corners of his eyes carried a faint red of being provoked. Without even giving the man a chance to speak, his long, ice cold hand quickly undid the man’s belt.

“M… Master?” The man’s breath suddenly hitched, all his muscles instantly tensing. “You are…”

“Inspection.” Shen Yanzhou coldly spat out two words.

That hand accustomed to luxury, always holding a wine glass or a pen, directly climbed onto the man.

The man let out a muffled groan. He smiled as he traced Shen Yanzhou’s face, couldn’t help reaching out wanting to touch his beautiful face. But when he caught sight of his own hand that had just beaten Su Muran and was still seeping blood, he gave up.

Such a dirty hand, how could it touch such a flawless, white face.

Shen Yanzhou didn’t notice the man’s expression.

He leaned down, his nose tip almost pressing against the man’s neck side, like a picky Persian cat inspecting his possession, deeply sniffing.

The dampness of rain, cheap tobacco smell, a bloody scent.

And the scent of another alpha.

There wasn’t half a trace of warmth in his beautiful silver gray eyes. “So late, who did you go to see?”

He applied force with his hand, punishingly pinching him hard.

The man frowned from the pain, yet he was smiling.

“Not talking? Still smiling?” Shen Yanzhou pulled out his other hand, burrowing into the man’s soaked raincoat.

“Since you won’t say, then I’ll find out myself. Let’s see what exactly is worth you running outside in the middle of the night during a number three typhoon signal.” His hand roughly probed into the inner pocket, his fingertips already touching the old phone in the pocket pressed against his body.

The man’s body went stiff to the extreme.

“M… Master…” His Adam’s apple rolled violently, his voice dry, wanting to raise his hand to block. “Don’t…”

“Don’t move!” Shen Yanzhou barked sharply, his knee mercilessly pressing against the man’s hip bone, his eyes full of hostility. “Guilty conscience? What are you hiding inside?”

His fingers slid across that hard object.

Just one inch more.

If he probed one fraction deeper, he could pull out that old phone.

However, at this critical moment, the back of his hand touched another more bulging, more conspicuous thing in the neighboring pocket, wrapped in layers of wax paper, still carrying a strange warmth.

Shen Yanzhou’s movement paused. Compared to that cold hard block, obviously this thing the man was protecting made him more suspicious. He twisted his wrist, avoiding the fatal phone, and grabbed that bundle of things beside it, yanking it out fiercely.

Splash. Along with his movement, several things rolled out with a clatter. The first thing to catch the eye was a transparent, streamlined bottle with an all English label on it: Extra Silky Spa Relief.

Shen Yanzhou’s fingers that had been gripping the man’s collar froze in midair. On that beautiful face that had just been full of gloominess and killing intent, the expression turned awkward.

This was the loot that this dog brought back from his midnight “escape”?

“Where did all this come from?”

“That afternoon in the study, when you were teaching me… I wrote it all down in my notes.”

The man somewhat wretchedly turned his head away, not daring to look at Shen Yanzhou’s eyes. On that handsome, wild face actually emerged an extremely rare, one could even say “shy” flush of red. His voice was low as if he were speaking some unspeakable secret:

“You pointed at the anatomy diagram and said, the door is very narrow, very tight.”

“You also said, it’s easy to tear, there will be bleeding, Master will hurt very much.”

Speaking to this point, the man raised his eyes again. Those pitch black dog eyes were full of sincerity and earnestness, and a trace of “worry” for the future:

“I have self knowledge. Doctor Su also said, it’s not easy to take in.”

As he spoke, he clumsily raised his hand and pushed the lubricant toward Shen Yanzhou’s hand. “If we only use that ordinary stuff from outside, there will definitely be bleeding.”

“I don’t want Master to hurt.”

“So… I went to beg Doctor Su to prescribe this. He said this is for surgical use, the gentlest kind, and it can relieve pain.”

Shen Yanzhou looked at this bottle of cold liquid, then looked at this giant dog completely soaked through, currently explaining to him with an innocent face.

What was this?

Using the most pure hearted tone, to play dirty with him?!

He felt the lubricant in his hand was somewhat burning hot. He tossed that bottle back onto the sofa, quickly shifting targets, and pointed at two blue glass ampoules scattered nearby.

They had red skull warning symbols on them. One look and you knew they were high concentration suppressants, normally only used when locking up riotous alphas in prisons or heavy psychiatric hospitals.

“Then what about this?”

“This is also for me?”

“No, not for you.” Thirty Million hurriedly shook his head. Water droplets on his hair tips flew off with the movement. His deep eyes stared tightly at Shen Yanzhou, extremely profound dark colors churning in their depths.

“It’s for myself.”

“Me?”

“My rut period is coming soon.”

“I’m S+ class. The doctor said, my gene sequence is very unstable. Once I enter rut period, there’s a high probability I’ll become a madman who only knows mating and killing.”

Speaking to this point, he looked at Shen Yanzhou’s snow white, fragile neck so close before his eyes. His Adam’s apple slid with difficulty, and his eyes revealed a self loathing carrying the scent of blood:

“I’m afraid that when the time comes, I’ll lose control.”

“I’m afraid I’ll be like a beast, disregarding your wishes, locking you up, day and night…”

He paused, squeezing out cruel words from between his teeth: “Raping you.”

“You…” Shen Yanzhou opened his mouth, but discovered his throat was somewhat dry. His gaze fell on his tote bag again.

“Then what’s in this bag?”

In his tote bag was stuffed full of ingredients wrapped in newspaper: golden colored, top grade Tai O dried shrimp, plump Japanese dried scallops, and a cleanly processed, yellow skinned, tender fleshed free range chicken, plus several packages of Chinese medicinal herbs that looked very nourishing.

All top grade dried goods for making soup and congee.

“What did you buy all this for?” he asked puzzled.

These things weren’t exactly top tier expensive, but in the high end supermarkets of Central you couldn’t buy this quality of local goods at all. Only by going to those mixed, chaotic old street markets could you find them.

He looked at Shen Yanzhou’s waist so thin it seemed it would break with a fold, his brows worriedly knitting into the character “river,” his tone honest and earnest:

“Master said… you want to get pregnant.”

He reached out his hand, seeming to want to touch Shen Yanzhou’s waist, but then restrained himself and pulled back, rubbing it on his own soaked pants:

“Pregnancy is a job that drains your essence and blood. You’re too thin. If your physical foundation isn’t good, when the time comes you won’t be able to endure it.”

“I heard that in the old street markets on the Kowloon Walled City side, there are several dried seafood shops that have been open for decades. The things don’t have packaging, but they’re for their own family to eat, the flavor is the richest, and they’re the most nourishing for people.”

“You don’t know, that place is so crowded.”

As if to prove his sincerity, he lowered his head and said in a muffled voice: “When I went, it was just closing time. The alleys in Yau Ma Tei were full of people, the ground covered with fish blood and rotten vegetable leaves from butchering.”

“But I heard that ‘Chan Kee Seafood’ has the best dried scallops, directly shipped from Hokkaido, Japan. So I queued at their door for an hour.”

He stretched out that big hand covered in scars, pointing at the dried scallops in the bag. “That boss thought I looked fierce and didn’t dare sell to me, thought I was there to smash the place. I explained to him for a long time, said it was for my… that person at home, their body is weak, wanted to buy it back to make congee.”

“To pick this free range chicken, I almost got pecked by a chicken.” He gestured clumsily. “But I felt it. This chicken has little subcutaneous fat, the meat is firm. The soup stewed from it will definitely be golden colored, not greasy, perfect for you to drink.”

“Although right now we still can’t… that.” He pointed at the bottle of lubricant. “But I can first make soup for Master, make congee. I want to fatten you up a bit.”

“Wait until your body is well nourished, when you conceive, you’ll suffer less.”

Shen Yanzhou said awkwardly: “Busybody.”

What was this?

He, Shen Yanzhou, could call the wind and summon the rain in Hong Kong. What rare delicacy did he want that he couldn’t have?

He felt he couldn’t sit still on this sofa, wanting to get up and leave, loosening that hand gripping the man.

However, the instant his fingers loosened.

A burning hot big hand suddenly covered over, pressing down hard on the back of his hand, pressing his ice cold palm back to its original position.

The man let out an unbearable muffled groan. He raised his head, his long neck pulling out an extremely sexy curve. Those eyes that had just been full of honesty, now because of lust burned completely red, looking at Shen Yanzhou wetly, carrying an almost begging humility:

“Master…”

“Don’t go…”

“Can I beg you, touch me some more.”

Shen Yanzhou lowered his eyelashes. So this was an S+ class alpha?

He applied a little force with his fingertips, neither light nor heavy, scraping once.

“Uh!” The man bit his teeth tight, the veins on the back of his hand gripping Shen Yanzhou’s wrist completely exposed, yet he didn’t dare truly use force, afraid of crushing his master’s fragile, delicate hand bones.

“Master’s hand.” The man babbled incoherently, his voice humble to the dust. He wanted to chase after that ice cold hand. However, just as his fingertips were about to touch.

Shen Yanzhou pulled back his hand.

The withdrawal was too fast, too heartless. The man instantly even felt the weightless sensation of falling from a cliff. The emptiness of having had and lost was ten thousand times more torturous than never having had at all.

“M… Master?” He blankly opened his eyes wide, the corners of his eyes burned completely red, like an abandoned large dog, his fingers curling wanting to grab his clothes corner yet not daring. “Why… I beg you…”

“Tired.”

Shen Yanzhou frowned, lazily leaning back against the sofa back, spitting out two words.

“Hand sore.”

“Tiger’s mouth hurts, no strength left.”

Hand sore? Simply because… hand sore?

The man froze in place, looked at his own unbearable state, then looked at Shen Yanzhou’s cold profile.

“But…”

“That’s your own business.”

Shen Yanzhou stood up, barefoot stepping on the soft long pile carpet, sinking in half a foot, so pale it dazzled the eyes.

“However, since you’re so uncomfortable…” His fingers rested on the tie of his own silk bathrobe.

A light pull.

The originally loose belt instantly slipped off. The dark colored silk fabric slid down his slender, white shoulders like flowing water, piling up on the carpet, like a pool of melted ink.

The man’s breathing completely stopped.

Under the light, Shen Yanzhou’s body was breathtakingly beautiful.

Exquisitely carved, not a trace of dust, cold and gorgeous. From the long neck, to the delicate, deeply set collarbones, to that chest covered by a thin layer of muscle… every inch of skin glowed white, sickly and fragile.

His eyes instantly filled with blood threads, his Adam’s apple rolling violently, lingering over his body with infinite attachment.

So beautiful.

“Seen enough?” Shen Yanzhou bent down and picked up the bathrobe on the ground.

A light flick of the wrist.

“It’s yours.”

The black silk bathrobe traced an ambiguous arc through the air, accurately landing over Thirty Million’s head, covering his eyes.

“What to do, you shouldn’t need me to teach you, right?”

As he spoke, he walked toward the stairway.

“Get yourself clean, don’t dirty the sofa.”

“I’m going to sleep.”

After speaking, he walked upstairs naked.

The corridor on the second floor was covered with thick carpet, absorbing all footsteps.

Shen Yanzhou didn’t immediately enter his room. He leaned against the cold wall, his fingers gripping the door handle tight.

The sounds downstairs were very light at first, only the rustling of fabric rubbing against skin. Immediately after, was a suppressed to the extreme muffled groan, like a trapped beast driven to a dead end letting out a mournful cry.

“Ha… Master…”

This low roar penetrated the floor, climbing up his spine. He could almost imagine the picture: he was currently kneeling on the carpet, that handsome, wild face deeply buried in the black silk he had worn, greedily sniffing the residual wine scent and body temperature on it, treating that piece of clothing as his substitute.

The air seemed to grow sticky.

The sounds downstairs grew urgent, accompanied by the man’s increasingly chaotic voice. “So fragrant… completely Master’s scent…”

Shen Yanzhou’s cheeks gradually burned hot. He bit his lower lip and softly cursed:

“Truly a…”

“Madman.”