The cool beauty forcibly bids for top A: Chapter 65

Shen Yanzhou hovered between wakefulness and sleep, groggily feeling a warm and moist touch against his heart. Through his thin silk pajamas, it sent an unspeakable tingliness and an almost imperceptible tugging sensation.

It was probably just the calico cat princess running onto the bed to knead biscuits. After all, that little creature usually loved to lie on his chest and purr, and when she got impatient, she would rub against him and playfully bite through his clothes.

“Milk Tea, stop acting up…” Shen Yanzhou closed his eyes, his voice carrying the rare laziness of early morning, and instinctively reached out to push the furry ball away.

However, what his palm touched was not soft cat fur at all, but a man’s scorching hot shoulder and neck muscles, along with a head of prickly short hair.

The man was buried deep within his wide-open collar, his scorching hot breath venting completely onto the skin over Shen Yanzhou’s chest. The thin pajama fabric in that area had long been soaked through with sweat.

“Hiss” Shen Yanzhou opened his eyes, and the lingering sleepiness instantly vanished into thin air.

Last night, he had only agreed to let Fu Sizhou stay over because of the three billion investment from the Fu family. Clearly, after turning off the lights last night, Fu Sizhou had behaved himself, simply holding him from behind, and had done nothing else except wrap his arms around him way too tightly.

“Fu Sizhou!” Shen Yanzhou grabbed a handful of the man’s hair and forcefully pulled his head away from his body. His deep eyes carried a lingering, dark undertone, making him look both sexy and dangerous.

Fu Sizhou slowly raised his head and looked at Shen Yanzhou.

His cheeks, his neck, and even the body hidden beneath his pajamas were covered in a gorgeous, faint flush that spread at a speed visible to the naked eye. This physiological reaction of shame excited him more than any resistance could.

“Just how old are you?!” Shen Yanzhou felt his whole body burning from that aggressive gaze, and he flusteredly grabbed a blanket nearby to shield his body, questioning him through gritted teeth.

Fu Sizhou propped his chin in his hand and let out a light chuckle, “Twenty-six.”

“Twenty-six years old and still hasn’t been weaned?”

Shen Yanzhou was about to be driven crazy by anger. The extreme sense of shame turned the tips of his pale ears red. He took a deep breath, desperately trying to maintain an aloof facade, but in such a disheveled state, even his trembling voice at the end sounded like he was aggrieved and acting coquettishly.

“Besides, I just finished my heat period, and we didn’t even do *that*. Are you part dog? What on earth are you biting around for?”

Fu Sizhou looked at him, leaned forward, and wrapped Shen Yanzhou in his arms along with the blanket. A faint scent of mint tightly and seamlessly enveloped the person in his arms, and the bridge of his tall nose brushed against his reddened earlobe in a fleeting, teasing manner.

“No, we didn’t,” he lowered his voice, his damp breath blowing entirely against Shen Yanzhou’s vulnerable neck, “however, you fell asleep too deeply last night, and your pajama buttons came undone.”

“Just lying there completely defenseless… looking so cold, yet looking utterly pitiful.”

“You!” Shen Yanzhou turned his face away, his slender fingers clenching the bedsheets beneath him.

Watching him pushed to the point where the corners of his eyes turned red and he could only bite his lower lip in forbearance, Fu Sizhou bit down hard on his deeply reddened earlobe before retreating half an inch, still seemingly unsatisfied.

“Wife, good morning. I’ll go make you breakfast.”

“No need.”

With a cold face, Shen Yanzhou pushed Fu Sizhou’s hand away without a shred of mercy, pulling the blanket up to wrap himself tightly. As long as he didn’t look at the soiled pajamas on his body, he was still that calm version of himself.

Then, he slowly poked his head out from the blanket, revealing just his eyes, and said in a harsh tone, “The family housekeeper will make breakfast. Try to avoid him when you leave, I don’t want any extra complications.”

“Ten-thirty in the morning, meet at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau.”

“Remember to wear a mask and a hat, and don’t get photographed by any media.” He looked at Fu Sizhou’s handsome face and added coldly, “I’ll bring the drafted prenuptial agreement, and by then, you just need to sign it.”

With that, he buried himself back under the blanket.

A muffled voice came from inside the bedding.

“Outside, you’re not allowed to call me wi… fe.”

—

At ten-thirty in the morning, in the VIP corridor of the Civil Affairs Bureau, it was very quiet, with only the sound of leather shoes stepping on the marble floor to be heard.

Sister Li, the senior staff member in charge of special registrations, was a Beta. Having seen all kinds of celebrities and wealthy people coming in for secret marriages, she considered herself entirely unfazed; yet, the moment the door to the VIP room was pushed open, she still involuntarily held her breath.

The man who walked in was so strikingly handsome that he didn’t look quite real.

He wore an impeccably tailored smoke-gray suit, his figure lean yet upright, and his long silver hair was meticulously tied back with a dark blue silk ribbon, instantly giving away his noble birth.

As a Beta who couldn’t smell any pheromones, Sister Li was still frozen in place by the fragile yet haughty beauty radiating from the other party. It wasn’t until the man walked up to the desk with a detached expression, gently taking off the silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose to reveal cold silver-gray eyes, that Sister Li finally snapped back to reality.

This face that dominated financial headlines year-round… Shen Yanzhou?!

Who in the entire city of Hong Kong didn’t know by now that Shen Yanzhou, the president of the Shen Group, had just watched his fiancé Fu Shihuan be taken away by prosecutors at his own engagement banquet a few days ago? That high-society scandal was still trending at the top of the search lists, yet here this President Shen, standing right at the storm’s center, had appeared at the Civil Affairs Bureau?!

“M-Mr. Shen?” Sister Li stammered, her gaze darting back and forth between Shen Yanzhou’s excessively pretty face and the identification documents on the table.

However, an even greater shock awaited her.

A few minutes later, a tall and upright figure followed him inside.

The man wore a pure black suit, a black duckbill cap pressed low on his head, and a black mask covering his face. He was a top-tier Alpha.

Looks like this person is the one Mr. Shen is marrying. I wonder who Mr. Shen would marry after such a thing happened to his fiancé? Sister Li thought to herself.

The man sat down right next to Shen Yanzhou, leisurely took off his duckbill cap, and then hooked his slender fingers around the edge of his mask, pulling it down to reveal an extremely handsome face that exuded casualness and wildness.

The ballpoint pen in Sister Li’s hand dropped onto the desk with a “clack,” and her face instantly turned pale. She had also recently seen this face in the news—he was Fu Shihuan’s younger brother, the young master of the Fu family, Fu Sizhou!

Hong Kong media rumors claimed that while this person looked carefree, his methods were actually ruthless, and Fu Shihuan’s imprisonment might have been plotted by him behind the scenes.

Sister Li didn’t care about such high-society feuds, though; whoever inherited the Fu family had zero relation to her. What she cared about was—

A prospective sister-in-law and his younger brother?! Running over to get a marriage certificate just a few days after the fiancé was sent away to the detention center?!

Seeing the expression of utter astonishment on her face, Shen Yanzhou warned, “Everything that happens in this room today is top-level commercial secrets belonging to the Shen and Fu families. If you dare to leak even a single word…”

“P-President Shen, don’t worry. We have strict confidentiality agreements!” Sister Li nodded repeatedly, quickly pulling out the registration forms.

Shen Yanzhou nodded, took the registration form from her, pulled a thick document out of his briefcase, pushed it in front of Fu Sizhou, and spoke in a voice audible only to the two of them: “This is the Prenuptial Property and Behavioral Constraint Agreement. I’ve had the legal department draft it. Read it carefully, and if there are no issues, sign it. Once signed, we’ll fill out the Civil Affairs Bureau forms.”

Fu Sizhou glanced at the agreement, which involved the division of tens of billions in assets, didn’t even bother to flip through it, turned straight to the last page, and signed his name with bold, sweeping strokes.

“You’re not going to read it clearly before signing?” Shen Yanzhou asked.

“You’re not even going to look at it?” Shen Yanzhou frowned slightly, confusion flashing across his pretty eyes, “There are many clauses in there that are extremely harsh toward you.”

“No need to look.” Fu Sizhou tilted his head slightly, looking into Shen Yanzhou’s eyes, “Actually, I only care about one thing”

“Later on the marriage certificate, will my name be pressed right up against yours?”

Hearing what he said, Shen Yanzhou’s heartbeat skipped a beat for no apparent reason. He averted his gaze with a cold expression and spread out the “Application for Marriage Registration Declaration.”

“Please fill this out carefully, the two of you, and make sure to confirm that the information is correct,” Sister Li reminded them cautiously.

Shen Yanzhou nodded, gripped the pen in his hand, and filled out his name, gender, nationality, date of birth, ID number… He wrote fluently without a single pause, until the tip of his pen slid down to the very bottom, stopping at the “Spouse’s Name” column, where his hand uncontrollably hovered mid-air.

Once he wrote down those three characters, in a legal sense, he would no longer be that untethered Shen Yanzhou walking alone through the world; his name would be bound to another man.

Shen Yanzhou turned his head slightly, his peripheral vision falling on Fu Sizhou’s profile beside him.

The man was lowering his head, filling out the form earnestly. His profile had sharp contours, and his hand holding the pen had distinct knuckles.

In Shen Yanzhou’s mind, the figures of his parents surfaced uncontrollably. They often told him the story of how they met, came to know each other, and fell in love.

Many years ago, also on a bright, sunny morning like this, his father went against the wishes of the entire Shen family, just to hold the hand of the Omega he deeply loved and walk right in here.

He remembered his mother once writing in her diary: “The day we signed each other’s names, even the air tasted sweet. As long as I can marry the person I love, even if I lose everything, I’ll still feel like the luckiest person in the world.”

Being able to marry the person you like… it must be very joyful, right?

But what about him now?

Shen Yanzhou looked at Fu Sizhou. Just how much did he really understand this man?

Aside from those four absurd days of his heat period, aside from his body temperature, the wildness of his colliding force, and that intense mint pheromone scent of his that almost drowned people… aside from being intimately familiar with each other’s bodies, they were total strangers in every single way.

There were no feelings between them, only calculations and a dirty transaction of three billion.

Would he be happy?

Marrying the man in front of him, would he truly be happy?

Shen Yanzhou shook his head ever so slightly, mocking his own weakness in his heart. *Shen Yanzhou, don’t hold onto such naive and laughable thoughts. Love is the cheapest chip of all.*

Just as he took a deep breath and prepared to put pen to paper, underneath the table, a scorching hot, long leg very naturally pressed up against his suit trouser leg and lightly nudged him.

Fu Sizhou’s gaze shifted to Shen Yanzhou’s pausing pen tip; he was fully aware of the hesitation and struggle he had just shown.

He knew Shen Yanzhou didn’t want to write it, and he knew this marriage had been forced by him, but what Shen Yanzhou didn’t know was how many times over the years Fu Sizhou had made wishes in hidden corners just to have his own name appear in that “Spouse” column.

“Finding it difficult?” Fu Sizhou asked.

Shen Yanzhou turned his head and shook it, “No, it’s just my first time signing something like this.”

Hearing this, the corners of Fu Sizhou’s mouth curled up slightly, “It’s my first time too.”

And it would be the only time.

After the two “Application for Marriage Registration Declarations” were filled out and carefully verified by Sister Li without any errors, she let out a long sigh of relief and smilingly guided the two toward the VIP photography room next door.

The setup inside the photography room had a somewhat retro Hong Kong style, with warm yellow background lighting cast against dark red velvet curtains.

Shen Yanzhou and Fu Sizhou sat side by side on high-legged rosewood stools.

The smoke-gray suit rubbed against the pure black suit fabric, and Shen Yanzhou’s lean, upright shoulder happened to press right against Fu Sizhou’s broad shoulder and arm.

“Two newlyweds, lean a little closer together, shoulder to shoulder.” The photographer behind the camera was an experienced veteran, adjusting the lights while directing them.

Fu Sizhou was extremely cooperative, his long legs slightly apart, moving closer to Shen Yanzhou very naturally, with his arm seamlessly pressing tight against Shen Yanzhou’s arm.

“Yes, just like that. Mr. Fu looks great,” the photographer poked his head out from behind the camera and looked at Shen Yanzhou, “President Shen, you’re so handsome, don’t look so stern. Today is a joyous occasion, smile just a tiny bit, alright?”

Shen Yanzhou’s habitually ice-cold face stiffened slightly.

Smile? He was used to social fake smiles in the world of high society, but those were meant for dealing with business competitors. Now, being asked to pose for a “loving” wedding photo with his former fiancé’s younger brother in front of a camera, he honestly didn’t know which facial muscles to move.

He managed to twitch the corners of his lips, pulling off an extremely standard, yet utterly warmthless curve.

“Oh dear…” The photographer lowered the camera, scratched his head somewhat helplessly, and gave a bitter smile, “President Shen, it would be better if you didn’t smile at all. This forced grin of yours looks a bit awkward. Relax a little, think of something happy.”

Shen Yanzhou instinctively lowered his long eyelashes, wanting to pull back his expression and return to his usual look of keeping strangers at a distance.

“Photographer,” Fu Sizhou suddenly spoke up, “mind turning around for a second.”

Although the photographer didn’t understand why, he obediently turned around to face the wall.

Shen Yanzhou hadn’t reacted to what he was about to do and frowned slightly, “What kind of nonsense are you playing at? Hurry up and finish taking these so I can get back to the off—Mm!”

Before he could finish his sentence, Fu Sizhou suddenly turned sideways, his large palm cupping the back of Shen Yanzhou’s head. His fingertips pushed forcefully yet gently into that bundle of silver long hair, and tilting his head slightly, he kissed his lips without any warning.

Shen Yanzhou’s eyes were filled with shock.

This was the Civil Affairs Bureau, and there were other people right next to them!

He wanted to struggle, but Fu Sizhou’s kiss was both lingering and carried a clinging persistence that gave him nowhere to run.

Just as Shen Yanzhou lost control of his heartbeat and his breathing began to tremble slightly, Fu Sizhou pulled away.

The distance between the two of them was mere inches. Fu Sizhou lowered his gaze, his rough fingertips pressing against Shen Yanzhou’s slightly red, bruised lower lip, rubbing it gently.

“You can turn back around now.” Fu Sizhou withdrew his hand.

When the photographer turned back around, he quickly raised his camera.

In the viewfinder, the President Shen who had originally looked as cold as a block of ice and smiled so awkwardly had completely transformed.

His aloof eyes were veiled with a pretty layer of moisture, the corners of his eyes flushed with a pitiful light pink, and a faint blush bloomed across his cheeks. Especially those slightly pursed lips, which were infinitely more plump and deep red than before, exuding an unconvincing lushness and vitality.

He looked somewhat annoyed, yet also helplessly bashful. Although he hadn’t intentionally smiled, that vivid, lively look, paired with the handsome Alpha beside him who wore a faint smile at the corners of his mouth, matched perfectly.

“Click”

Accompanied by the flash of the camera, the image was permanently frozen in time.

“Thump”

Followed by the fall of the steel seal, two red double-portrait cards carrying warm breaths were pressed down onto the thin marriage certificates.

“Congratulations to you both, wishing you a happy new marriage and a lifetime together.” Sister Li handed over those two bright red booklets with both hands. Despite trying her hardest to conceal it, her eyes still failed to hide her shock over this high-society secret affair.

Shen Yanzhou lowered his eyelashes, his gaze falling upon the glaring red cover and the gold-stamped national emblem, his pale, slender fingers curling slightly as he finally took them.

Just like that… they were married.

His marriage had been completely bought out by these two lightweight red booklets in less than an hour, and he even absurdly felt that this vibrant red color looked entirely too much like those hallucinatory neon lights under Hong Kong’s bustling nightscape.

The two took the dedicated elevator from the VIP corridor straight down to the underground parking garage.

As the elevator doors slid open to both sides, Hong Kong’s characteristic dampness and mugginess rushed toward them, and the underground parking lot was permeated with a faint smell of gasoline and the astringent scent of car exhaust.

Shen Yanzhou kept one hand in his suit pocket, holding the marriage certificate in the other, walking at a rapid pace. Just as he was about to reach the black Maybach, the man who had been silently following behind him suddenly spoke up.

“President Shen.”

Shen Yanzhou stopped in his tracks and turned around, his silver-gray eyes carrying their habitual coldness and defense as he looked at Fu Sizhou.

“That marriage certificate, can you let me keep it?” Fu Sizhou asked.

Shen Yanzhou frowned slightly, pulling his hand holding the red booklet backward.

“What are you trying to do?” Shen Yanzhou looked at him vigilantly.

Fu Sizhou pressed forward by another step, “I just want to keep it.”

He offered no explanation, no reasoning, simply repeating it with stubborn persistence.

Looking at Fu Sizhou’s earnest appearance, Shen Yanzhou decided he didn’t want to get into a dispute with this Alpha over such boring trivia on the very day they got their license; besides, there was still a crucial, hard-fought battle to wage in the afternoon.

“Whatever you want. As long as the afternoon press conference proceeds normally and the Fu family successfully injects thirty billion into the Shen family, I will try my best to play the role of—”

Before Shen Yanzhou could finish his sentence, Fu Sizhou hugged him tightly from behind, sturdy arms wrapping around his waist with a strength so great it felt as though he wanted to knead him into his own flesh and blood.

“Fu Sizhou! This is an underground garage, if someone sees” Shen Yanzhou tried to break free from the man’s embrace.

Yet the next second, all of his movements came to a halt.

He felt a hot, moist liquid drop onto the vulnerable skin of the back of his neck. Then came a second drop, a third drop…

In disbelief, Shen Yanzhou felt the man standing right behind him standing over six-foot-two, possessing ruthless methods, and capable of destroying a family between laughs burying his face deep into the crook of his neck…

Shen Yanzhou couldn’t understand. Clearly, it was a scheme plotted with calculated premeditation; clearly, it was him taking advantage of a vulnerable situation to force a marriage, acting as wild as wild could be in bed… What on earth was this mad dog crying about right now?

“Wife.” Fu Sizhou held him tightly, greedily breathing in his scent.

“Thank you…”

Fu Sizhou closed his eyes, letting his scorching hot tears fall.

Thousands of days and nights of looking up, countless moments of desperation in dreams longing to touch him yet only being able to watch him walk toward someone else his heart finally broke its levies, soothed by the two thin red certificates in his hand.

“I’ll work very hard.” Fu Sizhou tightened his arms, sniffing the pleasant rose scent on him.

Not long after, he slowly raised his head from the cold, pale crook of the neck that exuded a rich rose fragrance. The tearfulness in his eyes evaporated without a trace the moment he lifted his gaze, replaced instantly by the most gloomy vigilance belonging to an apex predator. His line of sight bypassed Shen Yanzhou’s shoulder, shooting straight toward the load-bearing wall corner diagonally behind the parking spot.

There, a pure black Bentley was parked silently and motionlessly.

As the Bentley’s windows slowly lowered, he saw the person sitting inside.

Shen Xici sat within the shadows of the carriage, locking eyes with him.

He had actually been here all along.

This morning, when Shen Yanzhou expressionlessly asked him, his lawyer, to draft the “Prenuptial Agreement,” Shen Xici had felt like the entire world had gone mad.

His older brother’s former fiancé had just gone to jail, and in a turn of events, his brother was going to register for marriage with this man? To trade for a thirty-billion capital injection, he was willingly willing to stake his own second half of life.

Shen Xici knew his older brother all too well. Shen Yanzhou looked cold and ruthless on the outside, willing to sacrifice everything for the Shen Group, but with his proud nature deep down, whatever could force him to take this step was definitely not just about money.

That was why he tracked the Maybach all the way to the Civil Affairs Bureau’s underground parking garage. It was right here that he caught the smell of the mint scent clinging to a happy man.

It was exactly the same scent that lingered on his brother when he returned to the company after those four days of absence. He himself was an Alpha; when would an Omega’s scent still remain inescapable even if they sprayed blockers?

When they had been temporarily marked by an Alpha multiple times throughout their heat period.

Sure enough, the man who spent the heat period with his brother was this person.

Sure enough, the person registering for marriage with his brother was also this person.

Shen Xici clenched his teeth, startlingly crimson bloodshot veins churning within his black eyes. Whether it was the thirty million half a year ago or Fu Sizhou half a year later.

He hated this face to the core.

Fu Shihuan’s imprisonment, the rupture of the Shen Group’s capital chain, and even his brother’s inexplicable, aggressive heat period… behind all of this, he always felt it had something to do with this man.

Through the dim light and shadow, Fu Sizhou acutely captured the hatred almost spilling out from Shen Xici’s eyes, and he slowly hooked his lips into a cold, highly possessive sneer.

With lowered eyelids, he looked at Shen Yanzhou in his arms, who was still entirely oblivious to the undercurrents swirling around them.

“Wife.” Fu Sizhou lowered his voice, his tone hoarse.

“What…”

Just as Shen Yanzhou raised his head, before his words could escape, Fu Sizhou suddenly used one hand to cup the back of his head, forcefully turning him around by half a turn. He used his own broad back to completely block Shen Xici’s line of sight, and then, without any hesitation, lowered his head and kissed him fiercely.

“Mm!”

This was a kiss entirely different from the one in the photography room.

There was no lingering tenderness, no gentleness it was pure savagery, plunder, and unmasked madness. Fu Sizhou’s rough fingertips pressed hard against the fragile back of Shen Yanzhou’s neck, his lips and teeth crudely prying open his slightly cool lips, hooking his tongue to pour an Alpha’s aura straight into his mouth.

Shen Yanzhou found his breathing somewhat restricted by the kiss. Pressing both hands against the man’s chest, he struggled, broken whimpers spilling from his throat, only to be pulled even closer into the man’s embrace, their bodies pressed tightly together until he ultimately wrapped his own arms around the man’s neck.

Meanwhile, while deeply kissing Shen Yanzhou, Fu Sizhou’s pitch-black eyes, sharp as a lone wolf’s, glanced slightly sideways, cutting through the dim garage with supreme disdain and provocation as he cast a fleeting, effortless glance at Shen Xici in the distance.

That look seemed to silently declare: See that? Your brother can only ever be mine.

“Click.”

Inside the Bentley, the cigarette between Shen Xici’s fingertips was snapped cleanly into two halves by his grip.

Shattered tobacco fell in flurries onto his exquisite suit trousers. Staring fixedly at those two overlapping figures, his chest heaved violently, the madness in his eyes almost burning away his rationality.

Yet he did not get out of the car.

He knew that rushing over right now would accomplish nothing except tearing off whatever facade remained and plunging the already controversial Shen family into yet another scandal.

With a cold face, Shen Xici slowly raised the car window, completely sealing away the sickening mint scent outside.

He pulled out his phone, flipping through his contacts to find a number he hadn’t contacted in a long time.

That money-hungry intelligence broker, Jiang Xu.