The cool beauty forcibly bids for top A: Chapter 17

The car door slid open. After Shen Yanzhou got in, the first thing he smelled was cigarette smoke, and the scent of rum pheromones.

The smell was a bit harsh. He didn’t like it.

The lighting inside the car was dim. The moment Fu Sihan got in, he took off his suit jacket, leaving only an extremely high quality black silk shirt. The collar was open down to the lower edge of his pecs, exposing a large expanse of honey colored muscle, carrying that rigorous air of a refined scoundrel.

The lines of his arms were exceptionally superior. With the motion of smoking and flicking ash, the veins on his forearms bulged and twisted, and a string of prayer beads was wrapped around his wrist.

“Got in?” Fu Sihan lifted his eyelids, his gaze passing through the curling smoke, nakedly sweeping toward Shen Yanzhou.

“Young Master Fu is in good spirits, smoking this heavily even in the car.” Shen Yanzhou coldly stabbed back, reaching out to open the car window.

His wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Fu Sihan’s grip was terrifyingly strong, his palm burning hot and rough, covered entirely in calluses from years of playing with guns and knives. With a flex of his fingers, he pulled Shen Yanzhou half an inch toward himself.

“Why are you dodging?”

He leaned in close, looking at that beautiful face flushed from being choked, a malicious smile curving at the corner of his mouth.

“Long time no see.”

“You’ve lost weight.”

That hand holding the cigarette slid up along Shen Yanzhou’s wrist, passing through the suit fabric, extremely frivolously pinching his waist.

Waist, truly thin.

Shen Yanzhou forcefully shook off his hand: “Young Master Fu, the media can’t see inside the car. Stop the act. We’re not even familiar.”

Apart from seeing each other a few times at upper class Hong Kong banquets, they hadn’t even exchanged many greetings. How familiar could they be?

“If there’s nothing else, I’m getting out. The company still has a pile of business to handle.”

He tried to push the door open, but Fu Sihan was faster than him, locking the car door.

“What’s the rush.”

Fu Sihan pressed the cigarette butt into the car ashtray, leaning forward. That rum scented pheromone instantly enveloped Shen Yanzhou, the oppressive feeling so strong it made one suffocate.

He pointed at the media still frantically pounding on the car window outside, smiling like a complete bastard:

“That bunch of Hong Kong media outside grew up eating human flesh and drinking human blood. If you get out now with a black face and slam the door, what will tomorrow morning’s headline say? Shen and Fu families’ marriage is over?”

“You…”

“Sit tight.”

Fu Sihan leaned back against the seatback again, looking at Shen Yanzhou with the eyes of someone staring at a sparrow that couldn’t escape.

“It was your family’s old man, and my vegetarian Buddhist father, who forced me to come pick you up.” His tone was unpleasant, carrying the irritation of being forcibly arranged.

“Saying the marriage isn’t settled yet, need to first cultivate feelings.”

“Speak up, where do you want to go?”

Shen Yanzhou didn’t dodge his gaze. Instead, facing that oppressive feeling carrying the scent of rum, the corner of his mouth pulled into a smile without any warmth.

“Since Young Master Fu is letting me choose, then why not the Peninsula?”

Fu Sihan raised an eyebrow, his gaze playful: “The Peninsula Hotel?”

“So eager to book a room with me?”

Shen Yanzhou was rendered speechless by his shamelessness, pulling away to the side.

“Young Master Fu is overthinking.”

“I’m just curious, what heaven defying skills did those twins have last night, to make Young Master Fu dive into a room the moment you got off the plane, even your bones going soft.”

“After all, that’s where Young Master Fu battled last night. I just want to go see whether that bedsheet has dried.”

Hearing this thorny remark, Fu Sihan wasn’t annoyed. He let out a low laugh: “Investigating me?”

He narrowed his eyes, his gaze circling around Shen Yanzhou’s face.

“Didn’t expect Young Master Shen to say you’re not familiar to my face, but behind my back you’ve mapped out my itinerary this clearly. Care this much about who I sleep with at night?”

Shen Yanzhou wanted to retort, but Fu Sihan didn’t give him a chance to open his mouth at all.

Before Shen Yanzhou could even fasten his seatbelt, he stomped the accelerator to the floor, steering with one hand.

“Since Young Master Shen wants to see the crime scene this badly, then I’ll take you to see how I enjoyed myself last night.”

One hour later.

The Rolls Royce didn’t stop at the Peninsula Hotel, but slowly pulled up at Ying Yue Lou in Tsim Sha Tsui.

Hong Kong’s most famous time honored teahouse, normally impossible to get a table at, frequented exclusively by celebrities and the wealthy.

The car had just stopped steadily when the manager who had been waiting at the door came up with two rows of waiters, respectfully opening the car door, bowing, not even daring to breathe heavily:

“Young Master Fu, Young Master Shen.”

Fu Sihan didn’t pay attention to the manager’s attentiveness. He went straight around to the other side, extremely forcefully gripping Shen Yanzhou’s wrist, yet gentlemanly using his palm to block the roof of the car, preventing him from bumping his head. The contradictory movements were impossible to read.

“This is a hotel?” Shen Yanzhou looked at the antique redwood sign before him, asking back.

“You’ll know once you go in.”

Fu Sihan put his arm around Shen Yanzhou’s shoulder, leading him through the elaborately carved and painted main hall.

The entire second floor had been cleared.

The teahouse that should have been noisy only heard the sound of Victoria Harbour’s waves outside the window. Several bodyguards in black suits stood outside the screen partition. Seeing Fu Sihan, they bowed their heads in unison.

Fu Sihan brought Shen Yanzhou to sit at the window’s main seat.

The view here was excellent, able to take in the entire nightscape of Victoria Harbour.

“Sit.”

The manager came over trembling with the menu. Fu Sihan didn’t even look at it, only spitting out two words lightly:

“The usual.”

Shen Yanzhou looked around. This place was elegant, noble, expensive pu’er tea fragrance floating in the air. There was simply no way to connect it with the “orgy party” in the photos.

“Is this where you booked a room last night?”

“What, disappointed?”

Fu Sihan knocked out a cigarette from the pack but didn’t light it, just playing with it in his hand. He leaned forward, his bottomless eyes staring at Shen Yanzhou, a smile that wasn’t quite a smile:

“The moment I got off the plane last night, I sat here the whole night.” He pointed at the seat opposite. “Met with two disobedient branch managers. Right here, I made them spit out the money they had swallowed.”

“If they couldn’t spit out money, they spat out fingers.”

“The scene was a bit messy, afraid it would scare you. Had people change the carpet overnight, though there still seems to be a bit of blood smell in the air.”

Shen Yanzhou’s heart jumped. Although he said it lightly, that bloody air hidden beneath his refined exterior couldn’t be covered up no matter what.

“Then those twins you mentioned…”

Fu Sihan looked at him, suddenly letting out a low laugh, a trace of malicious mischief flashing in his eyes.

Just then, a waiter came up carrying a steamer, trembling as he lifted the lid. The steaming white mist dispersed, revealing two plump, white, exquisitely cute double yolk lotus paste buns inside.

Fu Sihan picked up one of them, using the tip of his chopsticks to extremely slowly pierce the bun’s tender white skin. The golden, scalding hot flowing sand filling instantly overflowed, pooling on the white porcelain plate.

“These are the ‘twins’ you were looking for.”

He looked at Shen Yanzhou’s pale complexion, his body lazily leaning back, fingertips playing with the prayer beads on his wrist, speaking slowly: “The master chef here has good skills, especially these twins, soft skin and generous filling.”

“I ate two in one breath last night.” He placed the unpierced bun onto Shen Yanzhou’s plate. “Young Master Shen should try too.”

Shen Yanzhou looked at those two buns still steaming on the plate, the golden oil light flowing out, and suddenly laughed.

The two vividly seductive omegas in the photos Jiang Xu sent were fake? That bare chested Fu Sihan was also fake?

What was this? Playing him?

This person’s face was flawless, and his personality was also hopelessly rotten to the core.

“Young Master Fu really has good taste.”

Shen Yanzhou pushed the plate farther away, leaning back. “Using this kind of thing to make false comparisons, does Young Master Fu think I’m very idle, or think I’m very easy to fool?”

“I don’t have the energy to play this calling a deer a horse game with Young Master Fu.”

The smile on Fu Sihan’s face faded a few degrees. The prayer beads at his fingertips stopped turning. He really had sat here the whole night last night, and hadn’t seen any twins. If he had to say, it was something from long ago. Too many people wanted to climb into his bed. He wasn’t interested, and too lazy to remember.

But he was also too lazy to explain.

Shen Yanzhou raised his eyes. “Compared to these two buns, I’m actually more interested in another matter.”

“I heard not long ago there was an ignorant omega who climbed into your bed, and when he was carried out, the flesh on his nape was gone.”

“I heard… you personally cut out his gland?”

After hearing this, there wasn’t half a trace of anger at being exposed on Fu Sihan’s face.

The manager standing nearby was instead nervously sweating the whole time. He had personally witnessed Fu Sihan’s methods. Although he also knew Young Master Shen wasn’t easy to provoke, he never expected that Young Master Shen, who looked as delicate as a dodder flower, was actually a master covered in thorns.

“There was such a thing.” Fu Sihan admitted openly and generously.

“Why?” Shen Yanzhou looked at him, a chill running down his spine. “Just because he climbed into your bed?”

“Because he was dirty.” Fu Sihan’s brows wrinkled in disgust. “That cheap perfume mixed with the heat stench, gave me a headache.”

He raised his head, his dark brown eyes carrying cruelty. “But speaking of this person, I do somewhat regret it.”

“Since he wanted so badly to be marked, wanted so badly to be played with…”

“I should have thrown him to that group of bodyguards back then, let them take turns playing him to death.”

Shen Yanzhou finally understood. This guy was a thorough and complete madman, with neither moral sense nor empathy.

The Hong Kong media was still too kind to him, using “romantic” to whitewash his violence. Being targeted by such a madman, he felt extremely uneasy.

“Since Young Master Fu loves playing so much, and so much doesn’t want to take responsibility, why still want to marry into an alliance with me.”

“I think you also know, my pheromones are defective, my legs aren’t good, and the Shen family hasn’t been doing well these past few years.”

Ever since Father took over the family business, dead set on cutting off decades of dealings with the underworld, these people all turned their faces faster than turning pages, immediately going to the rival Huo family across the street. These past few years, the Huo family has made piles of money from shady black market goods, while the Shen family has been losing money year after year. In Victoria Harbour, this was long since no secret.

“Young Master Shen is a smart person.” Fu Sihan leaned back against the seatback, playing with his lighter while smiling.

“Since you’re a smart person, you should know, the Shen family ship may be about to sink, but the dock it moors at is still there.”

“Kwai Chung Container Terminal, berths seven through nine deep water berths.”

With every word Fu Sihan spoke, Shen Yanzhou’s back stiffened another degree. This guy, sure enough, had done his homework before coming to hunt.

“And those three special shipping licenses in the Shen family hands that no matter how the cards are shuffled, you’ve held for a hundred years.”

“The Fu family is recently expanding into ocean logistics, and happens to be short a springboard.”

“Rather than wasting effort reapplying for licenses and wrangling with those old foxes in the harbor bureau, it’s more efficient to directly buy the person, the ship, and those licenses in one package.”

“You…” Shen Yanzhou laughed in anger, “So you want to eat the orphan’s household.”

“It’s resource restructuring.”

Fu Sihan corrected, his eyes cold, “Five billion, buying the licenses and docks in your hands. This price is very fair. As for Young Master Shen…”

“According to Hong Kong’s Shipping Law, special licenses cannot be transferred, unless… they are marital joint property.”

The map is exhausted, the dagger revealed.

“You want that special shipping license, I can understand. After all, for the Fu family to do ocean logistics, that’s an entry ticket.”

“But…” Shen Yanzhou’s tone shifted, his gaze suddenly turning sharp.

“If it were just ordinary commercial logistics, the Fu family’s existing fleet is more than enough. There’s completely no need to use Shen family’s few deep water lines with customs exemption.”

Hearing this, Fu Sihan’s hand turning the lighter finally paused.

“Insisting on staring at those few exemption lines, even going so far as to throw yourself into a marriage.” Shen Yanzhou stared dead at him, “Young Master Fu, what exactly do you want to transport?”

“Let me guess.”

Shen Yanzhou let out a cold laugh, his voice lowering:

“Recently the situation in Southeast Asia is chaotic, ordinary cargo has no profit. The only two things that could make you, Young Master Fu, personally enter the field are.”

“Either, weapons.”

“Or high risk suppressants, hallucinogens, that have long been banned on the market.”

Speaking to this point, Shen Yanzhou’s complexion completely darkened.

“Illegal things, the Shen family won’t do, and you also shouldn’t think of using the Shen family’s hands to do them. As long as I’m the Shen family head, not a single one of those dirty boxes will get on my ship.”

After hearing this, there wasn’t much expression on Fu Sihan’s face. He neither admitted nor denied, only turning his head and lightly waving his hand at the people in the room.

“Everyone out.”

After the bodyguards and manager successively withdrew, only the two of them remained in the private room.

Fu Sihan put down the lighter in his hand and walked toward him, his long legs casually crossed, half leaning against the round table edge beside him. Shen Yanzhou smelled the rum scent on him again. The overly stimulating pheromones made him feel unwell.

“Young Master Shen, in Hong Kong, rules are written by the winners. When profit exceeds three hundred percent, there’s no law that isn’t worth breaking. This truth, didn’t Old Master Shen teach you?”

“The Shen family isn’t short of money.”

“But, you know better than anyone…”

“This kind of glory is living off old capital.”

“These past few years, the Huo family has relied on those shady businesses, crazily expanding in Southeast Asia, almost monopolizing all new shipping routes. And what about your Shen family? Dead set on guarding those old rules, how much market share has been nibbled away?”

“At this rate, within five years, the Shen family will be kicked off the table of the four great families.” Fu Sihan’s voice was low and bewitching, “Young Master Shen, do you want to watch the Shen family continue like this?”

Although Fu Sihan’s words were ugly, they were right. If he said this to other Shen family shareholders, it might still be effective. But Shen Yanzhou only believed in the rigid principles Father left behind.

However, looking at his appearance, it also proved Shen Yanzhou’s guess was correct. What Fu Sihan wanted to transport was most likely addictive suppressants, or heat inducing hallucinogens. And once that stuff spread, the consequences would be unthinkable.

“I heard the Huo family young master is also an omega. Since Young Master Fu wants to do this head losing business, rather than finding me, you might as well find him. After all, their family understands better how to skirt the edges of the law.”

Shen Yanzhou didn’t want to waste more words with this madman, getting up to leave.

“Leave?” Fu Sihan let out a cold laugh, “Did I say you could leave?”

Suddenly, thick and rich rum scent pressed down from everywhere. Different from the probing in the car just now, this scent was too overbearing, directly pouring into his throat, burning his internal organs hot.

The gland on his nape that had been dormant for so long was burning and numb, making his entire body shiver finely.

Ordinary alphas didn’t work on him, but this madman before him and Thirty Million were both S class and above alphas.

He bit his lower lip tight, not letting himself soften before the other person. But his hurried breathing and instantly reddened eye corners exposed his current wretchedness without reservation.

Fu Sihan looked at Shen Yanzhou with both hands dead against the round table edge, yet unwilling to bow his head to him, the darkness in his eyes growing thicker.

Sweat slid down his fair neck, disappearing into his soaked collar… this kind of broken feeling of being on the verge of collapse yet desperately holding on, was more able to stir a man’s sadistic desires than the naked seduction of twins that night.

“Can’t walk anymore?”

Shen Yanzhou glared at him. He took two steps, his knees went soft, his body uncontrollably falling downward.

An arm shot across horizontally, roughly scooping him up, the tiger’s mouth dead against his waist, pulling him hard into the embrace.

Shen Yanzhou was forced to crash into that hard chest, his nasal cavity full of thick rum scent and tobacco smell.

Fu Sihan lowered his head, the tiger’s mouth gripping the waist side of the person in his arms, the sensation beneath his fingertips soft beyond belief.

Waist, truly thin.

This was the second time this thought had popped into his head today.

Besides thin, it should also be very white. As white as his nape.

Before he could come back to his senses, the private room door was knocked on urgently.

His trusted subordinate Ah Li forced his way in with a stiff scalp, his face pale white. Seeing the two people’s entangled, ambiguous posture, he got so scared he quickly lowered his head, quickly walking to Fu Sihan’s side, lowering his voice, his tone anxious:

“Young Master Fu, something happened.”

“On the Kowloon Walled City side, someone stabbed our people watching the venue. The situation is very big now, the police station is almost here.”

“Who?”

“Heard it was the young master’s people.”

“As expected, that madman.”

Fu Sihan’s hand pinching Shen Yanzhou’s waist loosened. His originally careless expression instantly froze over, his eyes sinister.

He grabbed the suit jacket on the chairback, throwing it over Shen Yanzhou’s head, wrapping this swaying, beautiful omega inside, covering that flushed, enticing face.

“I need to make a trip to Kowloon Walled City.”

“Ah Li, send Young Master Shen back.”

Shen Yanzhou came out from the Ying Yue Lou entrance. The rain was falling harder than when he arrived.

Tsk! An extremely frivolous whistle pierced through the rain curtain.

Shen Yanzhou followed the whistle and looked over. He saw an extremely flashy, colorfully modified purple sports car, arrogantly parked horizontally right before the steps, almost blocking other cars’ way.

The car window rolled down, revealing a face wearing sunglasses, chewing gum, with a cynical attitude.

Jiang Xu had one hand hanging outside the car window in the rain, whistling at him, smiling heartlessly: “Yo, isn’t this Young Master Shen? Why is your face so red? Had too much to drink?” He took off his sunglasses, those peach blossom eyes flashing with the light of someone who enjoyed watching drama.

Ah Li’s face changed, immediately stepping forward to block in front of Shen Yanzhou, his hand moving toward his waist, saying sharply: “Who are you? This is the Fu family’s territory, move the car!”

“Fu family? What big prestige.” Jiang Xu didn’t put Ah Li in his eyes at all, instead stepping on the accelerator, the engine roaring deafeningly, scaring Ah Li into retreating half a step.

“Who I am isn’t important. What’s important is…” Jiang Xu pointed at Shen Yanzhou, smiling with a face that begged for a beating, “Young Master Shen looks like he wants to come with me.”

Shen Yanzhou looked at that purple sports car with tacky taste. Although the car was lousy and the person was a mess, he was still better than Fu Sihan’s people. And someone like Jiang Xu, only recognized money. Give him money and it was done.

He reached out and took off that stinky suit jacket on his body, throwing it into Ah Li’s arms like trash.

“Young Master Shen, Young Master Fu instructed me to send you…” Ah Li held the clothes somewhat at a loss.

“No need. His smell is too harsh, I really don’t like it.”

Having spoken, he directly pulled open the purple sports car’s door and sat in the passenger seat.

“Drive.” He leaned against the seatback, closing his eyes, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

“Got it!” Jiang Xu was delighted, giving that bodyguard frozen in place holding the suit in confusion a flying kiss, stomping the accelerator to the floor.

The purple sports car did a beautiful drift in the rain, splashing up a puddle of muddy water, all of it splashing onto the shiny Rolls Royce’s bumper, then driving away with a swagger.

The rain grew increasingly heavy. The car radio was broadcasting the observatory’s announcement that a number eight typhoon signal was coming.

At the intersection, the black motorcade hurrying toward Kowloon Walled City passed by that purple sports car.

The instant the two cars crossed.

Fu Sihan sat in the back seat, his gaze unconsciously sweeping past the window. Through the rain curtain, he captured the person in the opposite driver’s seat.

That person had put his sunglasses back on, but that side profile outline, and the cynical smile at the corner of his mouth, were too recognizable.

Jiang Xu?

The errand boy following that mad dog Fu Sizhou?

Fu Sihan suddenly turned his head, his gaze following that purple taillight disappearing into the end of the rainy night, his brows slowly furrowing, a layer of suspicious clouds floating in his eyes.

“Fu Sizhou’s people, not staying properly in the Kowloon Walled City mud, how would they appear in Tsim Sha Tsui?”

The purple modified sports car, accompanied by a swaggering screech of brakes, steadily stopped before the carved iron gate of Villa No. 7.

Before Shen Yanzhou could even push the car door open, that man who had been waiting for him for so long had already burst through the rain curtain, pulling open the passenger side door in one go.

“Master!” The man’s voice trembled in the rain. He was completely soaked through, his black t-shirt clinging tightly to his body, outlining the explosive contours of his pecs, water still constantly dripping from his hair tips.

He wanted to reach out to support him, but his hand stopped halfway, afraid the rain on his body would dirty Shen Yanzhou, rigidly hovering in midair, his fingertips trembling: “You… why did you only come back now?”

Shen Yanzhou raised his eyes, looking at this man before him completely soaked through, yet his gaze was incomparably clear.

That nauseating feeling in his heart stirred up by the rum scent, when smelling the clean soap fragrance on the man’s body, inexplicably dispersed by more than half.

“Why are you running around in the rain again? Don’t you know to hide from the rain? Are you stupid?”

The man didn’t defend himself, only opening those wet dog eyes, staring straight at Shen Yanzhou, his voice hoarse and grievous: “Missed you.”

“The house is too empty. Without your scent, I can’t sit still. I was afraid… afraid you, really wouldn’t come back tonight.”

Jiang Xu in the driver’s seat raised an eyebrow, tactfully turning his head toward the window, minimizing his presence as much as possible, afraid of being swallowed alive by the man.

“Stop saying such nonsense.” Shen Yanzhou’s mouth was disdainful, yet he opened his arms toward the man, ordering: “Thirty million, carry me back.”

“Can’t walk anymore.”

The man disregarded the rain on his own body, immediately bending down, both arms passing through Shen Yanzhou’s armpits and the backs of his knees, like carrying a child, effortlessly lifting the person out of the car.

Shen Yanzhou extremely naturally wrapped his legs around his lean, powerful waist, both arms tightly encircling his hot, wet neck, hanging on the man’s body like a koala.

The man’s broad shoulders and back easily blocked all wind and rain for him. One large hand steadily supported Shen Yanzhou’s round butt flesh. The other hand dead against his back, pressing him forcefully into his own embrace.

He held him too tight. Shen Yanzhou felt his chest was a bit stuffy.

The man walked while carrying him, his nostrils flaring, leaning close to Shen Yanzhou’s neck side and deeply sniffing once.

His originally gentle gaze instantly darkened.

“Master…” His voice lowered a few degrees, unable to hide the sourness and hurt, asking pitifully:

“Why is there rum pheromone scent on your body?”

“Very thick, very overbearing… it completely covered your scent.”

“Did you go to see some important person?”

Damn Fu Sihan, he was screaming madly in his heart.

Did he touch you? Which hand touched you? Did he also hold you in his embrace like this?

Want to… want to rush over right now, chop those dirty hands into pieces section by section, dig out that gland emitting the stinking rum scent by its roots, and stomp it into mud!

But when the man raised his head, his face only showed a pitiful look of “being another wild dog that stole my territory, being abandoned by my master,” even the corners of his eyes drooped sadly, looking extremely easy to bully.

Shen Yanzhou didn’t raise his head to look at him. He was truly too tired, burying his face into the man’s hot, wet neck hollow, his nose tip pressing against his nape, inhaling a breath of that faint, clean cedar scent behind the suppressant patch.

“Not some important person.”

“A bit annoying.”

Hearing these words, the man’s originally tense muscles instantly relaxed, the hostility in his eyes turning into secret satisfaction.

“Mm.” He obediently agreed, carrying Shen Yanzhou up to the second floor.

In a place Shen Yanzhou couldn’t see, he gently rubbed his chin against Shen Yanzhou’s delicate temple, his voice gentle: “Master, I stewed dried scallop and chicken congee. It’s hot right now, the rice oil has all come out, especially fragrant.”

His palm on Shen Yanzhou’s back, gently soothing:

“I’ll first carry you to take a hot bath, wash away all that stinky scent, wash you clean and fresh, then I’ll feed you congee, okay?”

Shen Yanzhou lazily responded: “Mm.”

Inside the bathroom, steam rose, white tea scented essential oil fragrance fermenting in the wet, hot air, making one’s bones go soft.

Shen Yanzhou truly had no strength left. His naked, jade white body lay lazily against the bathtub edge, his silver long hair wetly stuck to his long neck and shoulder blades, a few strands of hair hanging in his collarbone hollow, carrying a breathtaking fragility.

His chin rested on his folded hands, half his body submerged in water. With his breathing, water ripples rippled, faintly visible beneath the water was a supple waist.

The man moved a small low stool to sit by the bathtub, holding that bowl of perfectly temperatured dried scallop and chicken congee in his hands.

That congee was cooked with extreme skill.

The rice grains had long dissolved into the soup, becoming a milky white gelatinous substance, with a layer of shiny golden chicken oil floating on top, yet not greasy. Shredded chicken as fine as hair, mixed with large, plump Japanese dried scallops, plus finely chopped ginger threads and emerald green scallions. Just looking at it, that fresh fragrance drilled straight into the nose.

“Master, open your mouth.”

The man’s low voice was especially magnetic in the water mist. He scooped up a spoonful, carefully blowing away the heat, until confirming it wouldn’t burn that delicate tongue, before feeding it over.

Shen Yanzhou slightly turned his head. That mouth which normally always spat out cutting words, because of exhaustion and hunger, docilely opened, taking in the white porcelain spoon.

Warm current slid into his stomach, so fresh and sweet his eyebrows completely relaxed.

“This congee… how did you make it?”

The man lowered his eyes, blowing on that spoonful of congee again, before saying in a low voice:

“Didn’t do much… just takes some time.”

“The pressure cooker in the kitchen was too fast, the rice it pressured out wasn’t fragrant. So I found an old fashioned clay pot.”

“The clay pot heats up slower, needs someone to keep watching.” The man raised his head, looking at Shen Yanzhou grievously, “I just moved a bench and sat there, watched for four hours. Didn’t dare let my mind wander, afraid the bottom would burn. If Master drank it, it would be bitter.”

“What about this chicken?” Shen Yanzhou took another mouthful, the texture tender beyond belief. “How did you shred it so fine?”

The man pursed his lips, deliberately pulling back the large hand holding the bowl. Shen Yanzhou’s eyes were sharp, grabbing his wrist in one go.

“What are you hiding?”

Shen Yanzhou narrowed his eyes, his gaze falling on the man’s fingertips. They were red, with several transparent blisters, clearly scalded by high temperature.

“What happened to your hand?”

“N… nothing.” The man turned his head, panickedly wanting to pull his hand back.

“As long as Master comes home every night, these are all nothing.” Dark colors churned in the man’s eyes. He scooped another spoonful, this time adding a few more strands of finely shredded chicken.

He was afraid Shen Yanzhou wouldn’t come home, would go see other men, like today getting covered in other wild men’s scents.

His master was too beautiful, always attracting other men’s covetous gazes.

He fed him spoonful by spoonful like this, and Shen Yanzhou was truly starving. Before long, a small bowl of congee was emptied.

The final spoonful was fed.

A bit of crystal clear rice oil stuck to the corner of Shen Yanzhou’s mouth, hanging on his rosy lips.

In the man’s eyes, this was erotic and innocent.

He slowly stretched out his thumb, the pad carrying thin calluses, gently pressing onto his soft lip, slowly wiping away that rice oil, his gaze so deep it seemed it wanted to suck the person in.

He extremely naturally withdrew his hand, yet his gaze was nailed dead on Shen Yanzhou’s face, sending that finger stained with Shen Yanzhou’s lip balm and rice oil, unhurriedly into his own mouth.

His tongue curled over the finger pad, his Adam’s apple rolling, his gaze so deep it seemed he wanted to swallow the person before his eyes whole.

Shen Yanzhou was scorched by his gaze, increasingly feeling that he… was like a dog.

At night he had to wait until his master came home before he was willing to sleep. Seeing something stuck on his master’s mouth, he would recklessly come up and lick it clean.

A bit clingy, truly troublesome.

But having clothes handed to him, food fed to him, and not having to walk himself, also saved quite a bit of trouble.

“Full…” Shen Yanzhou turned his head, dodging the spoon delivered to his mouth.

With warm food in his stomach, blood circulation accelerated, the originally suppressed strange feeling finally erupted. It wasn’t simple heat, but two overbearing forces battling in his blood vessels. One was the pungent rum scent remaining in his lungs, the other was the cedar scent on the man before him that made him feel at ease.

Two S class alpha pheromones used his body as a battlefield, fiercely colliding.

“Mm…” Shen Yanzhou let out a muffled groan. His originally pale skin instantly flushed with a layer of strange red. The feverish heat rampaged along his blood, gathering at that defective gland on his nape, making him so uncomfortable his toes curled up.

That feeling was like a fruit forced to ripen, urgently needing someone to come pick it.

“Hot, so hot… probably caught a cold today, have a fever.” He breathed with difficulty, pushing away the congee feeding spoon, his eye corners completely red.

“Thirty million, go help me get fever medicine.”

The man looked at his burning, hazy eyes, putting down the bowl. “Okay, I’ll go get it.”

However, when the man took the medicine box and hot water, pushing the door open again, his footsteps stopped. The originally cool bedroom was permeated with dense white rose floral fragrance, just as the flowering season arrived, emitting a sweet, cloying mating signal.

And in this room full of fragrance, there was actually still a trace of rum’s spiciness recklessly mixed in, like pure white roses that had been maliciously watered with strong liquor, drunk to utter confusion.

The veins on the back of the man’s hand bulged, gripping the medicine box until it creaked.

He strode to the bedside.

At this moment, Shen Yanzhou was burying himself in the deep gray silk bedding. Because it was too hot, he kicked aside half the quilt. His waterfall like silver long hair scattered messily, spread out on the deep black bedsheet. A few strands of wet hair stuck to his flushed cheeks and neck.

Long, fair calves exposed half outside, toes curled up tight from the unbearable feverish heat, even the neatly trimmed round nail beds emitted an enticing pink.

“Wu…” Hearing footsteps, the person in the quilt moved uncomfortably. A pale, slender hand reached out from the quilt, grabbing randomly in empty air: “Fever medicine… give me, or directly give me a shot.”

With his movement, the quilt slipped down a corner.

Revealing his long neck, and that patch of nape so red it seemed it would bleed. He was craving comfort.

The man’s gaze fell on his crimson gland.

What fever was this?

This was clearly being stirred into heat by that person’s pheromones.

Just because Fu Sihan got close to him, could he be forced into this state?

Jealousy instantly corroded his reason. Just because you smelled that person’s scent for a while, your body remembered?

On what basis?

On what basis does this proud body of yours go into heat early because of that outsider?

The man casually threw the medicine box in his hand onto the carpet. Immediately after, he began removing his own clothes, climbing onto his bed.

His rough finger pad pinched Shen Yanzhou’s burning hot cheek, forcing that confused, infatuated face to face him directly.

So beautiful.

Those rare silver pupils were soaked wet by arousal, covered with a layer of dazed mist. The corners of his eyes were forced red by the heat, his lashes trembling uneasily. Every tremor was like a hook, making one unable to stop.

But this absolutely beautiful shell was right now getting aroused for another man’s pheromones.

Shen Yanzhou grabbed the man’s wrist, urging: “Thirty million, quickly give me a shot.”

The man extremely gently moved his sweat soaked, cheek stuck stray hairs, one by one, behind his ear, revealing his completely red face.

He leaned down, his nose tip wantonly touching past, lips pressed against Shen Yanzhou’s burning hot ear shell, “Master, look clearly.”

“You’re not having a fever. You’re in… heat.”

“How could that be…”

According to the cycle, his heat period was clearly next week. Even if it came early, it was definitely because he had spent too long with this dog.

And where did this white rose floral fragrance come from?

“Master.” The man proactively buried his head into Shen Yanzhou’s neck hollow, his high nose bridge rubbing again and again on his snow white neck.

“If you’re uncomfortable, do you want to smell my scent?” As he spoke, he single handedly tore open the medical suppressant patch on his own nape.

In an instant, the cedar pheromone belonging to a top tier S class alpha instantly strangled the already sparse rum scent completely clean, carrying extreme invasiveness, like invisible vines, crazily drilling in through Shen Yanzhou’s open pores.

His body that could still barely support itself instantly went soft as mud, his entire person as if his bones had been extracted, limply sliding into the man’s embrace. The defective gland on his nape, upon sensing the high compatibility alpha pheromone, crazily jumped and clamored to be comforted.

The uncomfortable feverish heat and emptiness all over his body made even his toes curl up. Instinctively he wanted to use his hand to press his nape, wanted to push away this dangerous source.

But the moment his hand reached out, it was grabbed by the man.

That hand was soft and powerless, the palm full of sticky sweat.

Looking at the person in his embrace tortured until his face was completely red, his consciousness gone, the possessiveness in the man’s eyes was so thick it couldn’t dissolve. He stroked Shen Yanzhou’s crimson eye corner, saying grievously:

“What to do, Master? Fever medicine is useless, and I don’t see any suppressants.”

“How can I help you?”

Shen Yanzhou let physiological tears slide down from the corners of his eyes, yet his arms twined up like vines, hooking around the man’s neck. He used the leverage to rise, pressing the man’s head toward himself.

Breath instantly intertwined, nose tip against nose tip, four eyes facing each other.

The man completely didn’t expect he would do this. Thump thump thump, his heart suddenly beat extremely fast.

The blood color on the man’s face burned all the way to his ear roots. Those eyes that normally always stared at Shen Yanzhou, because of excessive shyness and excitement, didn’t know where to look. His lashes trembled in panic, his Adam’s apple rolling violently.

That sinister fierceness and ruthlessness of wanting to eat a person just now was completely gone, instead becoming so pure hearted he didn’t know what to do.

Shen Yanzhou slightly raised his head, his burning hot lips seemingly brushing past the man’s lip.

The man’s breathing completely fell into chaos, hands dead against the bedsheet.

The next second, he heard the person in his arms murmur:

“I taught you, right?”

“Fuck me.”