The cool beauty forcibly bids for top A: Chapter 56

“Why did you come to my house tonight?”

Fu Sizhou rested his chin in the hollow of Shen Yanzhou’s slender shoulder, his rough, burning breath spilling entirely against the side of his neck, his voice sounding a little wronged: “Is it because… you care about me?”

As the man spoke, he reached out and removed the bothersome black windbreaker from Shen Yanzhou’s body.

What followed was an extremely aggressive top-tier Alpha scent, carrying an almost boiling high fever, forcefully penetrating through his thin silk robe and burning deep into his skin.

Shen Yanzhou’s body trembled uncontrollably for a moment, his heartbeat suddenly faltering in the darkness.

He instinctively wanted to break free, but the arm around his waist held him so tightly it was nearly crushing him into the embrace.

“You’re overthinking.” Shen Yanzhou forced himself to calm down. Even though he was being held dangerously close, he still tried to turn his face away and said, “Because my cousin never replied to my message. I couldn’t reach him and was worried something might have happened to him, so I came by to check on my way.”

Hearing this, in the darkness, Fu Sizhou let out a muffled laugh, the vibration making Shen Yanzhou’s chest tingle slightly.

“Worried something happened to him?” Fu Sizhou’s burning thin lips pressed against Shen Yanzhou’s ear shell, his voice low and dangerous. “Sister-in-law, are you worried something happened to him on his way home, or are you worried… that I might do something with him in this house?”

“You’re overthinking.” Shen Yanzhou lightly bit his lower lip. “Fu Sizhou, let go of me first.”

“I didn’t touch him. I didn’t even spare him an extra glance.” Not only did Fu Sizhou not loosen his grip, but he buried his face deeper into the hollow of his neck, taking a deep inhale of Shen Yanzhou’s fragrance. “I had Second Brother take him away.”

Shen Yanzhou asked: “Second Young Master Fu?”

Fu Sizhou didn’t say anything more. With one hand, he pulled out his phone from his pocket, skillfully swiped open the screen, directly dialed Fu Siqi’s number, and pressed speakerphone.

“Beep—” It only rang once before the call was picked up.

“Hello? Brother?” Fu Siqi’s voice came from the other end of the line.

“Brother, is sister-in-law’s cousin with you right now?”

“Yes, he is.” On the other side of the phone, Fu Siqi nodded and replied.

“Let him come over and say a few words to sister-in-law. Sister-in-law was worried something happened to him because he didn’t reply to her messages.”

On the other end of the call, Fu Siqi calmly responded: “Alright.”

“Yanzhou-ge! Sorry, sorry, I haven’t been looking at my phone this whole time. Brother Siqi dragged me along and insisted on lecturing me about his research for over two hours. I was so dazed I didn’t even have a chance to pull out my phone.” Shen Xingyu apologized.

“It’s fine as long as you’re okay. Head home early.” Shen Yanzhou replied.

“Okay, Yanzhou-ge!” Shen Xingyu replied.

As the call hung up, the little bit of light on the screen quickly dimmed.

“Since Xingyu is fine, then there’s nothing else. I’ll be heading back now.” Shen Yanzhou tried to break free from the burning man’s embrace behind him. He had already noticed his body temperature growing hotter and hotter.

However, the man held him even tighter: “You’re not allowed to leave.”

“He’s fine, but sister-in-law.”

“I have a problem.”

Fu Sizhou lightly kissed his ear. A drop of burning hot liquid, without any warning, landed on Shen Yanzhou’s cold neck hollow.

Shen Yanzhou’s entire body stiffened, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

He… was crying?

This man who was like a mad dog, why was he leaning against his shoulder and crying?

“Sister-in-law, how can your heart be so cruel? I was really so angry today… really so angry, so angry, so angry.”

“Do you know how happy I was this afternoon when I received that message from you? I thought… I thought you were finally willing to see me. I thought you were asking me out on a date.”

Fu Sizhou let out a self-mocking laugh. With his uninjured right hand, trembling, he grabbed Shen Yanzhou’s wrist and forced him to press it beneath his left arm.

There, it had been completely soaked through with warm, sticky blood.

Shen Yanzhou’s nose was filled entirely with the scent of blood. In the darkness, he opened his eyes wide: “You—”

“When I received the message you sent, I was still in the hospital. At that time, I didn’t even wait for the doctor to finish applying the suture medicine before I ran out of the hospital.”

“I was afraid you’d see I was injured, so I wore a very tight suit. I was afraid you’d smell the unpleasant disinfectant on me, so I sprayed on perfume. What I feared most was that you’d look down on me as someone who can’t even take care of himself.”

“I thought… I thought you were finally willing to take the initiative to see me, that you were willing to give me a chance.”

The face buried in Shen Yanzhou’s neck hollow rubbed against him again and again, tears falling drop after drop, burning hot.

“And the result? I sat there waiting for you with my heart full of joy, yet you treated me like a fool, like garbage you were desperately trying to push onto someone else.”

In the dim light, those deep, pitch-black eyes, flushed crimson from the fever caused by his wound and from his emotional breakdown, gazed deeply at Shen Yanzhou’s stunning face.

“Shen Yanzhou, is my love for you really that cheap in your eyes?”

“No matter how much you don’t like me, no matter how much you hate me… why, why would you push me onto someone else?”

The man’s tears first landed on Shen Yanzhou’s shoulder, then slid into his pajamas, slowly passing over his fine, white collarbone, slowly sliding across the position of his chest. Shen Yanzhou’s heart softened along with it.

But the person behind him… it wasn’t someone else. It was his nominal brother-in-law, and one who had an ambiguous relationship with him at that.

Shen Yanzhou raised his hand, covering Fu Sizhou’s hand that was tightly locked around his waist. Then, ruthlessly, one by one, he forcefully pried apart Fu Sizhou’s fingers that were gripping him.

The man behind him let out a suppressed grunt, wanting to tighten his arms again, but Shen Yanzhou had already anticipated he would do this. His body swayed slightly, and just like that, he smoothly ducked down and slipped through the small gap between the man’s chest and arm.

Fu Sizhou lunged at empty air, only catching a handful of his long silver hair.

“If you’re injured, remember to see a doctor.”

“If you have a fever, remember to take medicine.” Shen Yanzhou touched the doorknob, speaking with his back to him.

Suddenly, the man behind him circled around to his front. His tall body completely blocked the door. His burning right hand gripped Shen Yanzhou’s clothes corner tightly.

“Don’t go.” Because he was burning up so badly, Fu Sizhou’s breathing was already completely ragged. He bent his spine, burying his face deep into the side of Shen Yanzhou’s neck, and embraced Shen Yanzhou into his burning chest from the front.

“Sister-in-law, could you… stay with me.”

“I know I’m a bastard. I know you don’t like me. But sister-in-law, could I beg you, beg you to pity me.”

“Just for tonight… let me be willful once, okay?”

Drop after drop of burning tears slid silently down from the corners of the man’s eyes again.

Seeing that Shen Yanzhou didn’t speak, Fu Sizhou directly hooked his arm under Shen Yanzhou’s knees and around his waist, lifting his entire body into the air with one hand.

Under the sudden sensation of weightlessness, Shen Yanzhou’s body reacted faster than his mind. He instinctively stretched out both hands and wrapped them around the man’s neck.

“Put me down.” A flash of panic crossed Shen Yanzhou’s stunning eyes.

“Don’t move, sister-in-law.” Fu Sizhou held him firmly in his arms, walking toward the stairs, his voice low and dangerous. “My left hand can’t exert strength. If you move around, we’ll both tumble down the stairs together.”

Shen Yanzhou didn’t touch the man’s left arm again. He could only hang onto Fu Sizhou’s body, letting him carry him toward the second-floor bedroom. Clear, cold moonlight poured in.

When the moonlight fell on the man’s face, Shen Yanzhou subconsciously raised his head.

Under the moonlight, the man’s sharp jawline, his high nose bridge, and those pitch-black eyes that were watery from the high fever yet still stared at him relentlessly, completely overlapped with that man who had taken his thirty million, who had brought him extreme pleasure in the darkness.

Shen Yanzhou’s fingers curled slightly where they wrapped around his neck. Faced with this face, especially seeing the tear tracks that hadn’t dried on his face, he found that he couldn’t bring himself to say a single harsh word to him.

The man carried him into the bedroom and laid him down on the soft bed.

Shen Yanzhou’s back sank into the soft bedding. Before he could prop himself up, the man had already pulled him into his embrace.

Fu Sizhou’s burning hot tongue forcefully pried open his soft, moist lips and teeth, swirling the sweet, honey-like fluid in his mouth, wildly sweeping through every inch of sensitive flesh in his oral cavity, sucking, stirring, biting. The Alpha pheromones, intense to the point of near madness, instantly filled his mouth and lungs, making Shen Yanzhou’s limbs go weak.

“Ngh!” Shen Yanzhou’s snow-white, slender swan neck was forced to arch high. His silver-gray hair completely scattered. The corners of his eyes were quickly dyed with a seductive, watery glow. His beautiful eyes were shimmering with water and hazy with mist. His swollen, red lips that looked ready to drip spilled sticky and melodious sounds of water.

Like a kitten acting spoiled, scratching straight into the deepest part of Fu Sizhou’s heart.

When Fu Sizhou finally pulled back slightly, giving them both a moment to breathe, a long, glistening silver thread stretched between their lips. Shen Yanzhou was already panting beyond recognition.

Fu Sizhou looked at the person before him, whom he had kissed into such a mess yet to such extreme beauty. In his pitch-black eyes surged a thick, almost unbearable madness of desire. The blood on his left arm kept seeping through the bandages. The dark red blood wound down along his firm muscles, drop by drop, landing on Shen Yanzhou’s snow-white, lustrous collarbone.

So incredibly erotic.

Shen Yanzhou’s chest heaved violently. Both hands pressed hard against the man’s firm chest, his voice trembling: “You’re crazy, you’re still injured!”

Fu Sizhou lowered his body, pressing against the sensitive side of his neck, and said in a low voice: “This little injury doesn’t affect my ability to kiss you, nor does it affect my ability to hold you.”

Even if my other hand were ruined too, it wouldn’t affect my ability to fuck you.

The man thought madly in his heart, but on the surface he still maintained that red-eyed, burning appearance of restrained endurance.

Shen Yanzhou was scalded by the naked possessiveness in his eyes and averted his gaze: “Go take some fever medicine. Your body temperature is too high right now.”

“No need.”

The man didn’t get up. Instead, with his uninjured right hand, he tore off all the clothes on his body in one go, casually throwing them onto the carpet. He pulled Shen Yanzhou back into his embrace and continued kissing him.

His thin lips, greedy with high heat, lingered all the way along the other’s stunning jawline, wetly nibbling past his exquisite collarbone, then slowly moving past his vulnerable earlobe, finally burying into his slender, snow-white swan neck. His teeth deeply rubbed against the soft flesh at the back of his neck, sucking with audible sounds.

He was restraining himself, yet ferociously gnawing at him at the same time, mumbling in a low, hoarse voice: “Sweating it out will make it better.”

That voice was even deeper and hoarser than usual.

“Sister-in-law…” In the extreme high heat and delirium, this breathy “sister-in-law” fell against Shen Yanzhou’s ear, overlapping seamlessly with the low roar pressed against his ear on countless nights of rolling heat waves.

Shen Yanzhou’s slender fingers twisted the bedsheets beneath him. The Alpha pheromones, intense to the point of suffocation, completely enveloped him, making it almost impossible for him to tell these two people apart. Was he being kissed by his nominal brother-in-law right now, or by that man?

Reason pulled wildly at the edge of lust. When the man’s calloused palm slipped under the hem of his robe, and his rough fingertips touched his most sensitive skin, Shen Yanzhou suddenly pressed down hard on that mischievous hand. His eyes instantly filled with physiological tears, even though his body was craving it.

“No, Fu Sizhou. Stop, we can’t do this.”

Shen Yanzhou bit his lower lip hard. The tears in his eyes threatened to fall but didn’t, trying to wake them both up with the most hurtful identity: “I am your…”

“Sister-in-law.”

Fu Sizhou interrupted him in a low voice. A light laugh that could enchant hearts spilled from his throat. That laugh was both hoarse and sexy. He propped himself up slightly, stroking his hair, and kissed away his tears.

“If we don’t go all the way to the final step, it doesn’t count as doing it.”

“If we don’t do it, we haven’t crossed the line.” He gazed deeply at the person so beautiful he drove him mad, coaxing in a low voice: “We’re just doing something that makes both of us feel good.”

As he spoke, he put the fingers stained with Shen Yanzhou’s rose-scented pheromones into his own mouth.

“Sister-in-law, you haven’t done anything wrong at all. It’s all my fault. You’re just looking at me because I’m too pitiful.” The man lowered his head, his warm breath spilling against the side of Shen Yanzhou’s neck.

“You’re just showing me charity, pitying me, helping me out, that’s all.”

…

*

The pain from the wound on his left arm, along with a headache, pierced through the bedroom’s dimness along with the morning light.

Fu Sizhou’s eyes snapped open. He sat up from the bed, his firm chest heaving violently. His body still felt uncomfortable after the fever had subsided, and the wound on his left arm ached with a tearing pain. But he couldn’t care about any of it. The fear in his heart crushed all discomfort into pieces.

Because the half of the bed beside him was empty.

“Damn it…” Fu Sizhou cursed himself in frustration, his slender fingers roughly running through his messy hair.

Last night he had clearly only wanted to use playing pitiful as an excuse to hold him a little longer. How did he end up actually falling asleep holding the man? With Shen Yanzhou’s cold, proud, never-dragging-mud personality, after waking up and finding the two of them lying in bed together with their clothes in disarray, he must have already left with a cold face. He probably wouldn’t even let him through the door anymore.

Just as Fu Sizhou was filled with despair, preparing to get out of bed and go block the man at the neighboring villa, a strange… burnt smell suddenly drifted through the air.

Fu Sizhou froze for a moment. Without even bothering to put on shoes, he walked barefoot out of the bedroom.

The burnt smell was coming from the open-plan kitchen on the first floor, accompanied by the sizzling, battlefield-like intense sounds from the frying pan.

Fu Sizhou lightened his footsteps as he walked down the stairs. The instant he saw that figure in the kitchen from behind, his entire body froze in place.

Morning light poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, coating that slender figure with a fuzzy, soft golden edge.

His silver-gray hair was casually tied up, revealing a snow-white, graceful nape. His slender waist was loosely wrapped in a wide silk robe, faintly showing the light red marks left from last night’s sucking and biting.

Thank goodness, he hadn’t left.

But what was he doing?

Fu Sizhou watched as his hands gripped a stainless steel spatula, his body leaning slightly backward, actually assuming a defensive posture. Extremely clumsily and stiffly, he tried to flip the unidentifiable object in the frying pan that was already black as charcoal.

Shen Yanzhou’s well-shaped thin lips were pressed tightly together, looking as if facing a great enemy, as if what was frying in the pan wasn’t an egg but a time bomb about to explode at any moment.

“Sizzle—pop!”

The frying pan let out an unwilling protest. A drop of burning hot oil suddenly splattered out.

“Hiss…”

Shen Yanzhou shrunk back heavily in shock. His stunning brows twisted into a knot. In his panic, he instinctively grabbed a water cup beside him, preparing to pour water on the black smoke rising from the pan.

Suddenly, a large, warm hand grasped his wrist from behind.

“Don’t pour water.” A low, hoarse voice came by his ear, one that carried infinite indulgence.

Fu Sizhou smoothly took the spatula from his hand. His other hand quickly and keenly turned off the fire, his movements flowing like water.

Shen Yanzhou was stunned and subconsciously turned his head.

The instant he crashed into his line of sight, Fu Sizhou’s breathing completely stopped.

That face that was usually always icy cold, breathtakingly beautiful… on the fair, soft left side of his face, even on the tip of his perky nose, was a little smudge of black.

Because he had been choked by the cooking fumes, those silver phoenix eyes that always carried a cold sharpness were now misty with moisture. The corners of his eyes carried a wronged redness. He looked at Fu Sizhou with slightly widened eyes, his long silver eyelashes still trembling uneasily.

A beautiful little cat that had knocked over an ink bottle, at a loss and utterly innocent.

Too cute.

That strong sense of contrast, beautiful without a hint of aggression, yet precisely pierced through Fu Sizhou’s heart.

It was as if something fluffy had been fiercely rubbed against Fu Sizhou’s heart. All last night’s anxiety and fear instantly turned to water.

“When… when did you wake up?”

Shen Yanzhou saw him staring unblinkingly at his face and somewhat uncomfortably turned his head away, looking at that charred mess in the pan, a rare note of defeat in his voice, “I was clearly following the video tutorial. Oil at seventy percent heat, crack in the egg…”

“I originally thought… I thought frying eggs was simple. It seems I truly have no talent in this area. My mother was the same way back then. The only thing she could do in the kitchen was blow up pots.”

He had only looked at how miserable Fu Sizhou was last night, plus the fact that he had made him breakfast for a whole week, and wanted to reluctantly return the favor with one meal. Plus he was hungry himself. But the result was a complete mess.

Fu Sizhou didn’t care about those eggs at all. He casually tossed the spatula aside and immediately grabbed Shen Yanzhou’s fair little hand, nervously bending down to check: “Did you get burned anywhere?”

On the back of Shen Yanzhou’s slender hand was a small patch of redness from where hot oil had splattered.

Fu Sizhou’s gaze instantly darkened. Without a word, he pulled Shen Yanzhou to the sink, turned on the faucet, adjusted the water to the perfect coolness, then wrapped Shen Yanzhou’s fingers and held them under the running water, washing them with extreme gentleness.

The man’s fingertips, carrying rough calluses, slowly rubbed over that patch of redness, afraid that pressing harder would hurt him, yet pressing lighter wouldn’t relieve the burning.

“If you get burned you have to wash and cool it immediately, otherwise it will blister.” Fu Sizhou lowered his eyelashes, his voice gentle: “Also, you’re not allowed in the kitchen doing these things anymore.”

Shen Yanzhou let him wash his hands, looking at Fu Sizhou’s serious, focused profile. His long lashes fluttered slightly. Through Fu Sizhou’s profile, he thought of that man again. He hadn’t expected that cooking wasn’t an easy thing.

“Are you saying I can’t do it well?” Shen Yanzhou asked back.

“No.”

Fu Sizhou turned off the faucet, pulled out a clean paper towel, and carefully absorbed the water droplets from Shen Yanzhou’s fingertips one by one. He raised his head and looked extremely seriously at Shen Yanzhou’s “little cat face” with the gray smudges, wiping the gray off his face bit by bit.

“I think as long as you want to do something, no matter what it is, you can do it to perfection.”

“But your hands are meant to sign contracts at the negotiation table. They shouldn’t be touching this kind of grease and smoke.”

“My skin is thick and rough. These kinds of things, I should be the one doing them.”

Shen Yanzhou’s heartbeat involuntarily skipped a beat.

Too similar. It was just too similar.

Before he could react, Fu Sizhou suddenly placed both hands on his slender waist and, like lifting a child, easily picked up his entire body and steadily placed him on the chair beside the clean marble kitchen island.

“I’ll do it.” After the man finished speaking, he rubbed Shen Yanzhou’s silver hair.

Then he turned and pulled out two brand new frying pans and several cute egg molds from the cabinet.

Before long, two fried eggs with golden crispy edges and runny centers in the middle were served on two white porcelain plates and placed before Shen Yanzhou.

They weren’t ordinary round shapes. They were shapes made with molds.

Fu Sizhou picked up a fork, pointed at the delicate, pretty little cat-shaped fried egg in the left plate, and looked at Shen Yanzhou sitting on the counter with a smile in his eyes: “This cute one is yours.”

Then he pointed at the charming, silly little dog-shaped fried egg on the right.

“This one is mine.”

The golden morning sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, spilling onto both of them. Fu Sizhou stood before him, looking up at him.

“Try it.”

Shen Yanzhou lowered his eyelashes, concealing the fleeting awkwardness in his eyes.

He picked up the silver fork, lightly cut off a small piece of the crispy cat-shaped edge, and put it in his mouth. The richness of the runny yolk and the aroma of butter spread through his teeth and tongue. It was indeed… much better than that charcoal mess from earlier.

“Is it good?” Fu Sizhou leaned against the kitchen island, looking up at him intently.

Shen Yanzhou didn’t answer directly. He only responded softly: “Better than that piece just now.”

Fu Sizhou laughed out loud. He straightened up, nimbly took out two slices of whole wheat toast that had just popped from the oven, and spread a thin layer of salted egg yolk sauce on them.

“Eating just eggs is too greasy. Eat this.” Fu Sizhou handed the warm bread to his side, continuing to feed him.

Shen Yanzhou took the bread.

“And this.” Fu Sizhou turned and poured a glass of hot milk. After testing the temperature, he steadily pushed it in front of Shen Yanzhou.

Shen Yanzhou sat on the high stool, nibbling on the bread in small bites. Fu Sizhou stood to the side with his arms crossed, staring at him unblinkingly.

However, when Shen Yanzhou was only halfway through his bread, he suddenly sensed that the surrounding air seemed to have undergone some extremely subtle, yet extremely dangerous change.

In the kitchen that had originally been full of warmth and domestic coziness, the man’s gaze, without any reservation, followed his slightly open silk robe collar, inch by inch, with extreme aggression moving downward.

Ultimately, that scorching gaze fixed dead on his cold white chest.

Shen Yanzhou’s breathing suddenly stopped.

After being kissed by him for most of last night, the silk robe he was wearing was already loose. And more fatally, because of last night’s pheromone mingling, plus his instinct as a top-tier Omega about to enter heat, his body was undergoing physiological changes that even he himself found embarrassing.

Under the thin, even somewhat form-fitting cold white silk fabric, his chest was becoming uncontrollably uncomfortable. Even though he was desperately restraining himself, the air was permeated with an enchanting fragrance of roses and milk intertwined.

Fu Sizhou’s Adam’s apple slid heavily in the morning light.

The man slowly raised that large hand with rough calluses, pulled out a pure white paper towel, leaned in slightly, and extremely gently wiped away the bread crumbs at the corner of Shen Yanzhou’s lips.

The paper towel was casually tossed into the trash bin beside them.

But the man’s fingertips didn’t leave.

Fu Sizhou’s distinct knuckled fingers slowly slid along Shen Yanzhou’s stunning jawline, past his vulnerable neck side that tensed as he swallowed nervously, and finally… lingered at the slightly open edge of the pajama collar.

Across an extremely close distance, the warm knuckles of the Alpha were almost pressing against the skin of the Omega that had become sensitive to the point of pain from swelling.

“Last night…”

“It was sister-in-law who helped me.”

Shen Yanzhou still had bread in his mouth. The fingers holding the silver fork suddenly tightened. He was about to shrink backward when the man walked to his side and pulled him into his embrace. The burning body temperature transmitted through the silk pajamas.

A nearly suppressed groan spilled from Shen Yanzhou’s throat.

“Right now.” Fu Sizhou tilted his head slightly, his burning breath spilling entirely against Shen Yanzhou’s ear shell that had instantly turned red, even to the point of nearly dripping blood.

“Does sister-in-law need me to help you?”