The cool beauty forcibly bids for top A: Chapter 61

In May in Hong Kong, the sea breeze of Victoria Harbour already carried a damp chill, while outside the Peninsula Hotel, the atmosphere was bustling to the point of seeming ready to burst into flames.

The city’s upper crust, financial tycoons, and media with a sense of smell sharper than hounds swarmed the place like sharks smelling blood, sealing it off completely. After all, throughout the whole of May, there was hardly any news bigger than the engagement banquet between the CEO of the Shen Group and the eldest son of the Fu family.

In the eyes of those impeccably dressed financial titans, this was the century integration of two massive business empires spanning ocean shipping and real estate finance. For the Shen family, this meant a reshuffling of boardroom power, and more importantly, that the Shen family’s stock price, which had been turbulent for half a month, would usher in an incalculable surge right at tomorrow’s market opening.

A long red carpet was laid out outside the hotel, its edges lined with fully alert security personnel.

At precisely six in the evening, led by eight Lamborghinis, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom bearing the Fu family’s exclusive consecutive-number license plate slowly came to a halt at the end of the red carpet.

When the car doors opened, countless high-definition telephoto lenses pressed their shutter buttons like a torrential downpour.

Fu Sihan, wearing a deep blue Savile Row suit, stepped out of the car first and then lowered his head, gently extending a hand toward the interior.

Immediately, a fair, slender, and well-proportioned hand gently rested on Fu Sihan’s palm.

Shen Yanzhou stepped out from the vehicle.

Today, he wore a white formal suit that was extremely difficult to pull off. The sleekly tailored fabric hugged his slender yet upright spine, and his rare silver-long hair was securely coiled at the back of his head by an emerald and platinum hairpin, leaving only a few strands of stray hair dangling beside his cold white neck.

Although both hailed from aristocratic families and Fu Sihan was a top Alpha, standing side by side like this, anyone with discerning eyes could tell that Shen Yanzhou’s aura far surpassed the other. The old money elegance and breeding carved into his bones were simply impossible for others to copy no matter what.

Consequently, those media reporters simply locked their lenses onto Shen Yanzhou, frantically pressing their fingers down, eager to capture the most eye-catching viral photos for tomorrow’s magazine news.

However, only Shen Yanzhou himself knew that his body was acting strangely.

With consecutive days of financial report meetings, overly expended energy, and that torrential rain he was caught in a few days ago, his body was faintly burning, and a wave of soreness and swelling came from his gland area.

“Mr. Fu! President Shen!”

On both sides of the red carpet, reporters from several of Hong Kong’s top financial and entertainment media outlets, who had been specially permitted to enter the interview zone, immediately rushed forward like a tide, thrusting dozens of microphones bearing various logos toward the two of them.

“President Shen, congratulations to the two of you on your engagement! Rumors outside say that this marriage alliance between the Shen and Fu families will involve cross-shareholdings of four core berths at the Kwai Tsing container terminal. Is this news true? Does this mean the Shen family will completely cede control of certain high-seas shipping routes in the next quarter?” asked the sharp-witted editor-in-chief of Hong Kong Finance first.

Shen Yanzhou lifted his eyelids slightly, and just as he was about to speak, Fu Sihan beside him took half a step forward, partially shielding Shen Yanzhou behind him.

“Dear media friends, tonight is private time belonging to Yanzhou and me; let’s not talk about official business.” Fu Sihan flashed a perfect smile at the camera, his eyes behind his lenses full of deep affection.

“As for the terminals and shipping routes, the Shen and Fu families are about to become one family. Among family members, how can there be any talk of ceding control? The Fu family’s resources are Yanzhou’s resources. As long as he wants them, all assets under the Fu family’s name can fly the flag of the Shen Group.”

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire venue erupted in an uproar.

Flashbulbs flickered frantically once again.

It was an exceptionally eloquent and magnanimous remark. Few people dared to make a commitment bordering on offering up their entire fortune in front of the media. It sounded as if the young master of the Fu family truly loved Shen Sheng to the core, so much that he was willing to trade the Fu family’s century-old foundation as a bride price just to win a smile from the beauty.

“Young Master Fu is so deeply affectionate!” A veteran entertainment reporter excitedly shoved her microphone forward. “We noticed that the piece President Shen is wearing on his left hand today appears to be the five-carat red diamond known as ‘Bloody Romance’?”

“It is indeed ‘Bloody Romance’.” Fu Sihan let out a low laugh. He reached out, and under the gaze of countless lenses, gently grasped Shen Yanzhou’s left hand, his thumb pad seductively brushing lightly against the red diamond.

Saying this, Fu Sihan tilted his head slightly, lowered his voice to a volume that only the two of them and the nearest microphones could catch, and asked softly, “Do you like it, Yanzhou?”

Like it?

How could he possibly like it.

“Since it’s Young Master Fu’s thoughtful gesture, naturally it is exceptionally good,” Shen Yanzhou said indifferently.

Yet the media present, who were adept at reading into pictures, had already drafted tomorrow’s headline in their minds: Iceberg CEO Melted by Hundred-Million Red Diamond, Fu-Shen Century Engagement Off the Charts in Sweetness.

“It’s windy outside, and Yanzhou caught a chill after getting caught in the rain these past two days, so we won’t keep you all company any longer.” Fu Sihan raised his hand with absolute propriety to block reporters who still wanted to ask follow-up questions, and holding Shen Yanzhou’s hand, walked toward the banquet hall.

Resplendent Baccarat crystal chandeliers hung down from the ten-meter-high vaulted ceiling, reflecting dazzling fragmented lights. The air intertwined with the rich aroma of white truffles and the mellow sweetness of fermented Dom Pérignon champagne.

In the semi-open box on the second floor, a classical orchestra in tailcoats was striking up Bach’s Cello Suite No. 1 in G major, the low and mellow cello music flowing among rustling silks and fragrances.

The banquet hall, which had originally been bustling with voices and clinking glasses, fell into an intensely tacit silence as the two entered side by side.

Following the brief silence, the hall erupted into suppressed yet impossible-to-ignore whispers.

“It really is Shen Yanzhou. He looks simply breathtaking tonight, leaving no room for anyone else to live.”

“Hong Kong’s high-altitude snow lotus has after all been plucked by the eldest master of the Fu family. After tonight, who knows how many Alphas and Omegas in Hong Kong are going to have their hearts broken and suffer unrequited heartbreak.”

“Ain’t that the truth? Back at the Victoria Harbour yacht party, he didn’t even spare those aristocratic scions a single glance. Everyone thought no one could ever match him, but look…”

Although spoken very quietly, these remarks filled with envy and secret regret reached Fu Sihan’s ears without missing a beat.

For him, nothing could better satisfy his morbid vanity and desire for control than utterly possessing, right in front of the entire Hong Kong elite, the high-altitude snow lotus that they could only look at from afar.

A dark, murky pleasure flashed across Fu Sihan’s eyes. He released the hand he had been holding and wrapped his arm directly around Shen Yanzhou’s slender waist.

“Yanzhou, let’s head over.” Fu Sihan turned his head slightly, his warm breath lightly brushing across Shen Yanzhou’s cool earlobe.

The master of ceremonies’ mellow voice echoed through the microphone across the entire banquet hall, guiding the two newlyweds toward the main stage.

Upon reaching the main stage, the elder of the Fu family leaning on a red sandalwood cane, along with the Shen family head sitting in a grand master’s chair in a Tang suit exuding unangered majesty, had been waiting for a long time.

“Tonight, thanks to everyone’s great favor for gracing my humble home with your presence for the engagement celebration of my unworthy son Sihan and the head of the Shen family, Yanzhou.” The elder of the Fu family stepped up to the microphone first, his weathered yet resonant voice slowly ringing out.

“Sihan and Yanzhou have known each other since childhood. Furthermore, the Fu and Shen families are generations-old friends. Today, for these two children to come together is not only the destiny of our two families, but also a wonderful tale in Hong Kong’s business community. From now on, the Fu family and the Shen family are one family, undivided. Sihan, you must be more considerate of Yanzhou from now on. The burden of the Fu Group is something you two husbands must shoulder together.”

After this slick and formal speech by the elder, thunderous applause broke out from the audience.

Immediately following, the elder of the Shen family, leaning on a dragon-headed cane, stood up.

As the head of an old money family that valued rules above all else, the Shen family head cared immensely about saving face. In this spotlighted setting, he naturally wanted to display the Shen family’s dignity and his absolute favoritism toward this eldest grandson to the extreme.

“Yanzhou is a child I brought up with my own hands,” the Shen family elder’s voice was slightly hoarse, his gaze revealing pride and paternal love. “He is the pride of the Shen family and the most outstanding generation in the entire Hong Kong business community. Today, I am handing over the most precious treasure of the Shen family into Sihan’s hands.”

“If your Fu family dares to let him suffer even the slightest grievance, this old man of mine will be the first to object.”

This speech was both solemn and humorous, immediately drawing a wave of good-natured laughter and warm applause from the audience.

“Sihan, Yanzhou, grandfather wishes you a lifetime of harmony and walking hand in hand.” The elder of the Shen family raised the teacup in his hand for a toast from afar.

“Thank you, grandfather.” Fu Sihan tightly grasped Shen Yanzhou’s hand, his eyes filled with deep affection, and bowed slightly side by side with him.

However, Shen Yanzhou’s eyes quietly and extremely swiftly swept across every single corner of the hall.

He was looking for someone.

Among the crowd of wealthy and powerful top Alphas, among a group of aristocratic scions wearing expensive tailcoats who looked as though they wanted to wear their entire family trees, he was searching for the figure of a man.

This act of searching for another man behind his fiancé’s and the entire Hong Kong elite’s backs during his own grand engagement banquet made Shen Yanzhou’s heart beat violently within his chest.

His gaze swept past the towering champagne pyramids, past the classical string band on the second floor, and past Shen Xichu and Huo Ting, who were surrounded by conglomerate heiresses yet wore cold expressions…

Then, his gaze locked onto the core social circle on the right side of the banquet hall.

Fu Sizhou was standing beneath the brilliant crystal lights, wearing a purely black suit with exceptionally sharp tailoring. Amidst this old money circle that emphasized gentle refinement, he exuded a fiercely dangerous wildness.

Surrounding him were several financial and political titans who held heaven-reaching influence, bankers who controlled Hong Kong’s economic lifeline, and heads of old-established families who usually looked down on everyone else.

The financial circles were whispering that he was very likely to succeed the elder of the Fu family in this year’s board reshuffle and become the power holder of the Fu family.

Who could have imagined that someone like this, a few dozen hours ago, had crouched like an abandoned stray dog on the steps in front of his house, with reddened eyes, humbly begging him for a touch, begging him to spare a sliver of love.

As a top-tier Alpha, with Fu Sizhou’s terrifying sensory perception, it was impossible for him not to notice the gaze fixed on him from the stage.

Yet Fu Sizhou deliberately refused to raise his eyes. He lowered his gaze with utter casualness, looking at the swirling whiskey in his hand and chatting casually with the people around him.

“Yanzhou?” At that moment, Fu Sihan’s gentle voice suddenly came from beside his ear.

Without knowing when, Fu Sihan had turned sideways. Following Shen Yanzhou’s line of sight, he swept a sharp glance over, and upon seeing Fu Sizhou surrounded by the crowd, an extremely cold, dark gleam filled with heavy wariness and hostility flashed across the depths of Fu Sihan’s eyes.

Yet when he turned back to look at Shen Yanzhou, the smile on his face grew even gentler.

“What are you looking at?”

Fu Sihan deliberately lowered his head, his nose tip almost brushing against Shen Yanzhou’s slightly reddened earlobe. With an expression of deep affection that to outsiders looked like intimate whispering, he asked in a voice only the two of them could hear: “Who are you… looking for?”

“Nobody.” Shen Yanzhou calmly withdrew his gaze. He lowered his eyelids, his fingers gripping the wine glass tightly.

“The lights are too dazzling, I feel a bit dizzy.”

“Is that so?” Fu Sihan let out a light laugh.

“Then stop looking around.” Fu Sihan’s lips brushed against Shen Yanzhou’s earlobe as if nothing were there. “Remember, tonight, your eyes can only hold me.”

This feeling of being forcibly embraced and enclosed in the arms of a legitimate fiancé not only failed to calm Shen Yanzhou down, but instead stirred up disgust, stimulating the deeply hidden, secretive craving for another man within his heart.

Just as Shen Yanzhou was breathing slightly due to Fu Sihan’s pheromones and was forced to withdraw his gaze.

In the center of the distant crowd, Fu Sizhou stopped his conversation with the veteran banker beside him without any warning. He ignored the stunned gazes of the elites around him and paid no attention to the Hong Kong socialite who was attempting to strike up a conversation with him.

He slowly turned his head.

Across the brilliant crystal light filling more than half the banquet hall.

Across the bustling fragrances and silks.

Across Fu Sihan, who was possessively holding Shen Yanzhou in his arms… his gaze landed on Shen Yanzhou’s face.

It was no longer the look of a stray dog begging for affection while crouching in the rainy night dozens of hours ago.

Instead, it was a gaze devoid of any carnal desire, looking at him as if he were a stranger.

Then, Fu Sizhou calmly withdrew his gaze and redirected his attention back to the bank president beside him who was trying to strike up a conversation.

An indescribable emptiness washed over Shen Yanzhou. Clearly, it was the other person who had provoked him first, yet in the end, the only one tormented by this secret carnal desire seemed to be himself.

“Let’s go, Yanzhou, it’s time for us to make the toast,” Fu Sihan said.

Holding a glass of red wine, Shen Yanzhou followed beside Fu Sihan, responding to the flattery of those old foxes. Yet as they advanced table by table, drawing closer and closer to the core social circle on the right side of the hall, Shen Yanzhou’s body grew more and more out of control.

He felt terribly hot. Before coming, he had clearly already taken two shots of suppressants, but the heat seeping from his bone marrow made his stomach churn with nausea when he smelled the rum scent radiating from Fu Sihan.

Finally, Fu Sihan hugged him close and stopped right in front of the circle where Fu Sizhou was.

The surrounding tycoons immediately cleared a space with tacit understanding.

“Sizhou.” Fu Sihan held a glass of champagne, looking down at his younger brother with the posture of an absolute victor. He deliberately pulled Shen Yanzhou closer into his arms, his tone leaking fake familiarity: “On such an important day, won’t you come over and make a toast?”

Fu Sizhou, who had been lowering his gaze to toy with his wine glass, paused slightly.

He slowly raised his head, and those bottomless black eyes crossed past Fu Sihan, drilling straight and unreservedly into Shen Yanzhou’s face.

“Congratulations.”

“Sister-in-law.”

Fu Sizhou deliberately emphasized the words “sister-in-law”, raising the wine glass in his hand and pushing it forward slightly.

The corners of Shen Yanzhou’s eyes had already been forced red by the high fever. He bit down hard on his bottom lip, forcing himself to show no cracks, and holding his red wine, stiffly met the gaze.

“Clang—” the crisp sound of glass colliding.

Fu Sizhou’s fingers, carrying rough calluses, grazed past Shen Yanzhou’s fingertips holding the wine glass as if by accident.

Roughness and smoothness, searing heat and freezing cold.

Shen Yanzhou withdrew his hand, raised his head, and poured the ice-cold red wine down his throat, attempting to use alcohol to suppress the dry heat inside his body.

However, Fu Sizhou did not look away.

Right under the noses of all the guests and the legitimate fiancé, Fu Sizhou did not look at his own wine glass. His eyes were glued without blinking to the neck Shen Yanzhou lifted up, watching his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, watching the crimson wine stain his pale lips, and even watching a single microscopic drop of red wine slide down the corner of Shen Yanzhou’s mouth to trace his cold white jawline.

He raised his glass and drank with his head tilted back as well. Drinking while watching Shen Yanzhou, his Adam’s apple rolled in a wild and sexy manner.

“This suit suits you very well, sister-in-law.”

Fu Sizhou lowered his voice. After speaking, he casually placed his empty glass into a waiter’s tray, turned around to blend into the mingling crowd, and continued chatting and laughing with the business tycoons gathered around.

The finger bones of Shen Yanzhou gripping the wine glass turned increasingly white. If he stayed any longer in this banquet hall reeking of Alpha pheromones, he might lose his composure publicly at any second.

Forcing his trembling voice steady, Shen Yanzhou turned his head to look at Fu Sihan beside him.

“Fu Sihan,” he lowered his eyelashes, deliberately keeping the other person from seeing the depths of his eyes, “the toasting process is almost done. It’s a bit stuffy in the hall, and I feel a bit dizzy. I’d like to go up to the top-floor lounge to catch some fresh air first.”

Looking at the unnatural flush on Shen Yanzhou’s face and the fine beads of sweat seeping from his temples, Fu Sihan simply assumed he had not fully recovered from catching cold in the rain the past couple of days and was not holding his liquor well after drinking some wine.

“Your complexion really doesn’t look too good.” Fu Sihan raised his hand, gently tucking the silver hair dampened by sweat behind Shen Yanzhou’s ear. “Go rest for a while; leave the rest of the socializing to me. I’ll come find you upstairs later.”

“Mhm.” Shen Yanzhou anxiously turned around and walked into the elevator with a facade of composure.

As the floor numbers ticked upward, the dry heat inside his body surged like magma, and his vision began to blur. Exiting the elevator, the corridor leading to the private lounge was completely empty.

Shen Yanzhou’s legs felt weak and floating. With one hand, he clutched the burning gland at the back of his neck in agony, while the other hand weakly braced against the cold wall, panting heavily as he struggled forward step by step.

Faster, just a little faster.

When getting ready yesterday, just in case, he had specifically hidden two special-effect suppressants in the drawer of the lounge.

As long as he injected them, he would be fine.

Shen Yanzhou pushed open the door of the lounge and stumbled toward the European-style storage cabinet in the corner of the room.

With trembling hands, he yanked open the second drawer and eagerly groped around the interlayer in the dark.

Empty.

Shen Yanzhou’s movements froze. Refusing to believe it, he turned the entire drawer upside down.

Yet, there was nothing.

Those two life-saving suppressants were gone.

A panic bordering on losing control seized his heart. How could they be gone? Who on earth took them?

The chilling yet sweet rose scent inside his body could no longer be suppressed at all, gradually permeating the lounge. Shen Yanzhou felt so uncomfortable he was nearly suffocating, the corners of his eyes reddened by the surging tide of desire, and tears welled up in his eye sockets.

It’s too hot.

He swayed as he stood up, staggering to the floor-to-ceiling window. Looking out at the mingling crowd, he knew he had to get some air; he needed the night breeze outside to blow away some of the dry heat inside, or he was really going to suffer to death.

Just as his slender, trembling fingers touched the window frame and shoved it open by a sliver, letting the cold wind brush against his burning cheeks—

Behind him, a large palm with rough calluses reached over from above his shoulder, and with a loud “bang”, forcefully slammed the window he had just pushed open shut.

Immediately after, a strong arm clamped tightly around Shen Yanzhou’s slender waist from behind, violently slamming his entire spine straight into a hard, burning chest.

“Ugh—!”

Before Shen Yanzhou could let out a cry of surprise, in the dark, the man aggressively lowered his head and bit down on his sensitive, burning earlobe with extreme hunger.

“Hiss…” A shattered groan spilled from Shen Yanzhou’s throat, his legs instantly turning so weak he could barely stand.

The man’s teeth were razor-sharp, even grinding a red mark onto that thin layer of earlobe. At the same time, an immensely violent, wild top Alpha pheromone exploded within the enclosed lounge.

This scent was far too overbearing, leaving not even a sliver of room for resistance as it tightly entangled the rose scent radiating from Shen Yanzhou’s body.

“What are you looking for?” The man’s scorching breath sprayed into Shen Yanzhou’s intensely sensitive neck.

“Sister-in-law, what are you looking for?”

Sister-in-law.

That term again.

Shen Yanzhou trembled all over. He struggled, attempting to turn around, and the man smoothly released his restraint, even stepping back half a step with extreme gentleness to allow Shen Yanzhou to turn around.

Fu Sizhou had even taken off that pure black suit jacket, wearing only a black shirt with its collar gaping wide open. The tie around his neck was pulled loose and sloppy, giving off the vibe of an elegant scoundrel.

And what drove Shen Yanzhou to the brink of fury was that in Fu Sizhou’s knuckle-defined, exceptionally slender hand, he was casually toying with two transparent glass tubes.

Those were his special-effect suppressants!

“Give it to me…”

Shen Yanzhou’s breathing grew instantly rapid. The high fever of his estrus made his usually icy silver-gray eyes layer with a heavy veil of moisture, the corners of his eyes flushed a seductive scarlet.

He could no longer even maintain his usual haughty tone; his voice was soft and trembling, carrying a soft, pleading coo that he hadn’t even noticed himself, sounding much like a cat’s whimpering.

He reached out a fair, slender hand, attempting to snatch them back.

Yet Fu Sizhou simply raised his hand high with casual ease, using his absolute physical advantage to make Shen Yanzhou grab empty air.

Driven by momentum, Shen Yanzhou threw his weakened body crashing into Fu Sizhou’s hard chest, and the man smoothly wrapped an arm around his slender waist, lowering his head to lock deep black eyes onto him.

“Want them?” Fu Sizhou’s fingers lightly caressed the glass tubes of suppressants, producing a spine-chilling, light click. “I can give them to you, but before I do, sister-in-law, you have to answer a few questions for me.”

“Tell me, tonight in the banquet hall, were you looking for me the whole time? Were you watching me the whole time?” Fu Sizhou’s fingers insolently pinched Shen Yanzhou’s snow-white chin, forcing him to raise his head. “Right in front of my brother, when you were looking at me… what did you want me to do to you, hm?”

The extreme taboo feeling and the shame of having his secret intentions exposed burned Shen Yanzhou’s cheeks fiery red.

“No…” Shen Yanzhou bit down hard on his lower lip. Even though his body had melted into a puddle of water due to longing for this Alpha’s pheromones, his ingrained pride still made him stubbornly look away. “Hurry up and give me the suppressants… those are mine!”

“No?” Fu Sizhou chuckled maliciously.

Looking at the beauty in his arms, sweating all over and tortured by estrus yet still putting up a stubborn front, desire and possessiveness surged wildly in his eyes. He deliberately held the two suppressants up before Shen Yanzhou’s eyes, whispering right against the corner of his lips:

“Sister-in-law, your pheromones are so sweet they’ve been seducing me this whole time.” Fu Sizhou’s gaze practically stripped Shen Yanzhou’s clothes away like a physical touch. “Are you feeling so uncomfortable… that you want me to fuck you?”

“Shut up!”

The corners of Shen Yanzhou’s eyes turned red. The sense of humiliation made him tremble all over with anger, and he shoved hard against Fu Sizhou’s chest, even though that meager strength felt like coy coyness before a top Alpha. “It has nothing to do with you! I want my suppressants… give them back!”

“Since it has nothing to do with me, you won’t need them anymore.”

Fu Sizhou hooked the corners of his lips cruelly.

The next second, amidst Shen Yanzhou’s terrified pupils, Fu Sizhou’s five fingers abruptly clenched.

“Crack—!” The crisp sound of shattering glass rang out abruptly in the silent lounge.

Those two exorbitant, high-concentration special-effect suppressants that Shen Yanzhou regarded as his final lifeline were just crushed raw by Fu Sizhou right in front of him!

The transparent medicinal liquid mixed with glass shards ruthlessly dripped onto the carpet through Fu Sizhou’s slender fingers.

“You!” Shen Yanzhou collapsed mentally.

With his last shred of hope extinguished right in front of his face, the tide of estrus faced no more resistance, completely swallowing his rationality like a volcanic eruption.

“How could you do this…” Shen Yanzhou’s physiological tears fell uncontrollably. Like a pretty cat that had lost all its defenses, he grabbed Fu Sizhou’s shirt in despair and agony, “How can you be so crazy, I’m suffering so much…”

It’s too hot.

Countless ants seemed to be chewing on him from inside his body. Shen Yanzhou twisted his body in excruciating discomfort, his hands tearing blindly at the heavy white formal suit on his body.

“Too hot… so uncomfortable…”

He murmured, struggling with great difficulty to pull off half of that ascetic jacket, leaving it hanging loosely over his thin shoulders. The translucent white silk shirt underneath was completely soaked through with sweat, clinging semi-transparently to his delicate skin.

His silver hair was scattered messily over his cold white collarbone. The once high-and-mighty, arrogant CEO of the Shen Group, currently tortured by desire, looked so alluring he resembled a succubus specifically draining life force.

Fu Sizhou’s breathing grew progressively heavier.

“Is it hurting this much already?”

Fu Sizhou bent down, scooped Shen Yanzhou up by the waist, and the weightlessness elicited an instinctive gasp of surprise from Shen Yanzhou, whose hands subconsciously hooked around Fu Sizhou’s neck.

Carrying him, Fu Sizhou strode toward the wide, soft European-style bed in the center of the lounge, impatiently placing him down upon it. Before Shen Yanzhou could crawl away, Fu Sizhou had already pulled him tightly into his arms.

“I’m a mad dog, didn’t you already know that?” Fu Sizhou used one hand to pinch both of Shen Yanzhou’s wrists, forcefully pinning them above Shen Yanzhou’s head with a cold and crazy look in his eyes, “Back when you treated me like a dog and locked me up for a full three months, how should we settle this score today?”

Three months? Treated like a dog?

Shen Yanzhou’s brain, scorched muddled by estrus, experienced a brief blank, unable to process what he was saying at all. He only wanted to struggle up, escape the man in front of him, because if this continued, it would be dangerous.

“What three months… I don’t understand what you’re talking about! What on earth do you want?!”

“What do you think I want right now?” Fu Sihan laughed out of anger. He lowered his head, his nose rubbing against Shen Yanzhou’s, every word he breathed carrying burning carnal desire:

“To fuck you, of course.”

“Don’t you want suppressants? Aren’t I your best suppressant?”

Before his voice finished falling, Fu Sizhou kissed down viciously.

This kiss held no gentleness whatsoever; it was entirely the possession and plunder of a beast. He savagely pried open Shen Yanzhou’s teeth, frantically sweeping across every inch of sweet saliva inside his mouth.

“Ugh… let, let go…” Shen Yanzhou frantically twisted his head to dodge, his hands pinned above his head unable to move, while Fu Sizhou’s free hand rudely ripped open his clothes.

“Rip—”

The expensive silk shirt was mercilessly torn apart by Fu Sizhou. Buttons burst off, clattering onto the carpet with tiny sounds, and vast expanses of jade-white skin were instantly exposed to the air.

“Slap—!”

Taking advantage of the gap while Fu Sizhou was tearing his clothes, Shen Yanzhou finally wrenched free one hand. With reddened eyes and using every ounce of his remaining strength, he delivered a fierce slap across Fu Sizhou’s face.

The crisp sound of the slap echoed through the room.

“Let go of me!” Shen Yanzhou panted heavily due to oxygen deprivation, tears filling his eyes, his voice heartbreaking, “You’re crazy! I’m your sister-in-law!”

Having taken a slap, Fu Sizhou turned his face back extremely slowly, the tip of his tongue prodding his left cheek which had gone somewhat numb from the blow. In his dark eyes, far from retreating a single bit, a burning excitement and desire for conquest ignited instead.

“Yeah, you’re my sister-in-law.” Fu Sizhou smiled, grabbing Shen Yanzhou’s waist, “The person I’m going to fuck is my sister-in-law!”

With that, he pounced forward once more like a hungry wolf, eagerly trying to tear open Shen Yanzhou’s suit trousers.

“No—! Get away!”

Because of his estrus, because of this man’s pheromones, his inner self craved this man’s violation; yet the intensely strong sense of taboo and shame still enabled Shen Yanzhou to burst forth with astonishing strength.

With miserable wretchedness, he kicked hard at Fu Sizhou’s abdomen with his knee, and taking advantage of the moment Fu Sizhou dodged, he scrambled off the bed on all fours, desperately trying to flee toward the door.

No matter what, on this night of his engagement, he could not let himself be raped by his fiancé’s younger brother.

Yet he had barely crawled half a meter.

A heavy hand wielding terrifying power caught his slender ankle like an iron clamp.

“Let me go,” Shen Yanzhou protested.

Yet he didn’t even have room to resist. His whole body was like a ragdoll pulled back into the center of the large bed by Fu Sizhou.

“What are you running for?” Fu Sizhou ripped off the troublesome tie around his neck, using one hand to scoop the thrashing Shen Yanzhou into his arms.

“Fu Sizhou, let me go…” Shen Yanzhou tried to reason with him, “There are people everywhere downstairs, your brother will come up soon, you can’t…”

“He’s not coming.”

“Sister-in-law, even if you scream your throat out tonight, no one is coming.”

“Besides, your estrus can only be helped by me.”

Fu Sizhou sneered, efficiently wrapping the pure black tie in his hand around Shen Yanzhou’s cold white wrists, expertly tying a dead knot and securely binding his hands to the headboard railing.

“No, let me go, get lost!”

Shen Yanzhou struggled, the tie bound around his wrists cutting red marks into his skin. The highly ironic five-carat red diamond “Bloody Romance” on his left hand reflected a mesmerizing, glamorous light under the dim illumination.

Fu Sizhou paid him no mind at all. When his flawless body, sculpted like mutton-fat jade, was completely exposed to the air, Fu Sizhou’s breathing completely unraveled.

Due to the high fever of his estrus, the skin all over Shen Yanzhou’s body was flushed with an alluring, gorgeous pink, radiating a ripe, plucking-ready allure from his cold white neck down to his exquisite collarbone.

Inside the room, the Omega rose scent had grown overwhelmingly sweet to the extreme.

“Yanzhou, you’re so beautiful.”

Fu Sizhou lowered his head with intense infatuation, kissing his reddened skin. “Every single inch of you is pink.”

“Don’t touch me.” Shen Yanzhou closed his eyes, his tears miserably sinking into the silver hair at his temples.

Fu Sizhou’s fingers caressed him, his eyes carrying intense jealousy and bitterness: “Have you done it with anyone else? Has my hypocritical older brother touched you?”

“Get lost!” Shen Yanzhou opened his eyes in anger, reddened eyes trying to kick out with his legs. “Who I do it with is none of your business!”

“Is that so?” Fu Sizhou chuckled lightly.

The wrists Shen Yanzhou had bound to the headboard struggled violently, cold sweat instantly soaking his entire body.

Breathing heavily, Fu Sizhou let a drop of sweat from his forehead drip onto Shen Yanzhou’s collarbone. Looking at the beauty in his arms clutching him tight due to estrus instinct, the desire in his eyes threatened to burn his sanity into ashes.

“Sister-in-law, let me tell you a secret. I’m much bigger than my brother.”

Fu Sizhou embraced him extremely slowly. “Once you get used to mine, you’ll completely tire of his, because he simply can’t satisfy you.”

“Ugh… you asshole…”

Fu Sizhou let out a deeply satisfied sigh, his eyes filled with madness. “Just a tiny bit.”

“Let me go…” Shen Yanzhou used feeble strength, trying to push him away with his bound hands. “You can’t do this, this is illegal, this is rape…”

“Rape what?” Fu Sizhou pinched Shen Yanzhou’s stubborn chin, forcing him to open his eyes and look at him.

“I’m fucking my own wife, is that illegal?”