Mr. Dior : Chapter 25

“Going… into heat?” Jiao Qi’s head was full of black lines. He knew this guy would say that. “I am not. Don’t talk nonsense.”

Zhang Chenfei carried his little delicate wife out while avoiding the glass on the floor, carefully placing her on the bed, and touched her burning hot face. “This isn’t a joke, baby. Look, your body temperature is already abnormal.”

“That’s from taking a hot shower.” Who doesn’t feel warm all over after a hot bath?

The Imperial Marshal sighed. “You really are going into heat. You can’t hide this from me. The pheromones are too strong. I’m already having trouble breathing.”

“You’re just choking…”

“This isn’t something you can endure. Don’t hold it in. It will harm your body.” Zhang Chenfei held his little delicate wife’s dazed face with tender care. “You didn’t have an Alpha before, so your heat wouldn’t be very intense. Now that I’m by your side, if you don’t bond with me, this condition will last seven days and seven nights, and you will die.”

Jiao Qi didn’t want to talk. Fine, do it then. If Zhang Da Diao kept explaining the lore this seriously, he was going to go soft.

However, the upright Imperial Marshal insisted on certain rituals. He didn’t want the Omega to be marked by him out of instinct. He gazed deeply into his little wife’s eyes. “Do you like me?”

“Obviously. Would I have spent seven years with you if I didn’t?”

“Answer properly. This is important.” Zhang Chenfei sat the person in his arms up, making him sit face to face with him. Even though he knew the little guy was currently enduring the torment of heat, doing this was somewhat cruel to him, but he had to confirm his feelings before marking him. This was a courtesy that a true gentleman must uphold.

Jiao Qi felt somewhat embarrassed by him, as if he had returned to the first time he confessed his feelings. This fool had made a silly little game for him to play, and amidst fireworks filling the sky, he had stammered out, “Jiao Qi, I like you. Be my boyfriend.”

“I like you. Do you like me?” The Imperial Marshal persisted and asked again.

Clearing his throat lightly, Jiao Qi slowly reached out and hooked his husband’s pinky finger. “I like you.”

Loving each other does not equal liking each other. If there is only love without liking, that is family affection. Liking is when you can’t help but smile every day when you see each other. Only after saying these words did Jiao Qi realize that even though seven years had passed, he still maintained a vivid fondness for the person before him.

Hearing this “I like you,” Zhang Chenfei was clearly very happy. He pulled his little delicate wife back into his embrace and coaxed by his ear, “Then, let me mark you? A complete marking. Give me a child, okay?”

Hearing this matter described as marking made Jiao Qi so numb that he scratched the bed covers with his toes. “I can’t have children.”

“Haha,” a deep and pleasant laugh came from his chest. Zhang Chenfei pulled his little wife into the covers. “Silly, that’s because you weren’t married to me before.”

“Don’t bite my neck. I have work tomorrow.”

The next day, his precise biological clock woke Jiao Qi up, but his eyes wouldn’t open. Everything around him felt terribly swollen and sore. He raised his hand to rub them, and his eyelids made a squelching sound. Needless to say, they were definitely swollen, cried swollen from last night.

He hadn’t cried and begged for mercy like that in many years. Jiao Qi silently pulled the covers up and hid his face under them. His whole body ached, as if he had performed chest-breaking-on-large-stone all night long.

“Baby, you’re awake?” Zhang Chenfei was actually already up, holding a hot towel to wipe Jiao Qi’s face.

His eyes could finally open. Jiao Qi spoke, his voice hoarse as if he had swallowed a pound of sand. A cup of warm water was immediately brought to his lips. He gulped it down and finally recovered. “What time is it?”

“Eight o’clock. Sleep a bit more. I’ll call you when breakfast is ready.” Zhang Chenfei kissed his reddened eye corner, immersed in inexplicable happiness.

“You’re not tired?” Jiao Qi looked at him in confusion.

“I am the strongest Alpha in the empire. I can absolutely handle your seven days and seven nights of heat. Don’t worry.” The Imperial Marshal said this not without pride. A pureblood Omega’s heat was no joke. Slightly weaker guys couldn’t handle it, so only he was worthy of possessing such a precious little wife.

Seven days and seven nights?

Something didn’t seem quite right…

“Stop fooling around. I need to go to work.” Jiao Qi sat up, all his joints cracking and popping. This kind of life-threatening play must be firmly stopped in the future. His body truly couldn’t take it.

“No way!”

Zhang Chenfei forcefully pressed him back into the covers. Was he kidding? Letting him go to work at a time like this was like throwing a piece of fragrant roast meat into a pack of wild dogs!

“I’ll be handling affairs from home these next few days. I’ll accompany you during the day too.”

Watching Zhang Da Diao happily go to make breakfast, Jiao Qi sighed. Fine, fine. He’d slack off for one day. With his physical condition, he wasn’t fit to go to work anyway. He had Yu Yuan transfer today’s affairs to be handled online, put on his slippers, and went to wash up.

The glass shards in the bathroom still hadn’t been cleaned up. Clearly Zhang Da Diao hadn’t entered that room, because it was full of “pheromones.” He closed the door and went to brush his teeth in the downstairs bathroom, then turned to look at his husband in the kitchen wearing a little apron, and couldn’t help but smile slightly.

“Hey, Old Gao, do you still have any venison over there? Send me some. Buying it fresh today won’t be in time.” Zhang Chenfei called Gao Shiqing while cooking, extorting his venison stock.

An Omega’s body was too fragile. He might not get through this period, so he must take good care of his body.

After Jiao Qi ate breakfast, took a nap, and handled some company affairs, the dining table was already laid out with a lavish venison feast. The housekeeper had come to tidy up the house and helped Zhang Chenfei prepare the meal. Rarely encountering both masters at home, she chatted with Jiao Qi for a bit.

“Mr. Zhang said your body is weak and needs nourishing. Young people still need to exercise more. Burying your head in work every day, your body will collapse. You always stayed up late working overtime before, and he was very worried.”

Nourishing the body wasn’t supposed to be done like this. Roast venison, venison tendon soup, venison blood tofu…

After eating these, Jiao Qi was feeling hot and restless by evening.

“This is normal. There are still six days left,” Zhang Chenfei hugged his warm little wife into his arms to comfort him, leaning to his ear and whispering, “Don’t worry. Your husband will definitely feed you full.”

Rationally he felt he should refuse, but his body, having eaten these nourishing supplements, couldn’t resist the temptation. So it went half-pushing half-yielding. The next day he was again dragged by Zhang Da Diao to stay home being lovey-dovey. The hardworking model worker President Jiao could only take the annual leave he hadn’t used in two years.

By the third day, Jiao Qi was somewhat unable to take it anymore. He called Dr. Que De and asked if doing it for seven days straight would kill him.

“Theoretically it won’t. If you keep it to under twice a day, it’s still sustainable development. Because Mr. Zhang’s physical function is very good. He exercises and works out regularly.” The professional private doctor knew his client’s physical condition like the back of his hand.

“…I meant me,” Jiao Qi said weakly.

“Ah, you,” Que De paused. “Theoretically it’s fine too. Because you’re the one lying down. It doesn’t take effort. Here, I’ll have a nurse send over some zinc supplement oral liquid for you.”

Zinc supplements can increase tadpoles quantity and prevent that thing where the person dies from exhaustion.

“…”

Que De wasn’t wrong. Zhang Chenfei’s physical fitness really was excellent. At night he was full of vigor, during the day he hummed little tunes while cooking for him, and in the evening he would even run on the treadmill for a while.

Had he mistreated him before? Jiao Qi seriously reflected on this.

Every night before bed he warned himself to firmly refuse, but faced with that strong body still carrying a thin sheen of sweat after running, he couldn’t control himself. By the sixth day, Jiao Qi felt he really couldn’t take it anymore and insisted that the heat period had ended.

“Impossible. You are a pureblood Omega. It might be more than seven days. Don’t worry. I’m very strong.”

More than seven days? Jiao Qi felt both his kidneys going ice cold. “Is there any possibility it could end early?”

“There is, unless you’re pregnant.” The Imperial Marshal dutifully gave his little wife a science lesson on ABO common knowledge.

Jiao Qi lay on the sofa, his breath faint as a thread. “I’m pregnant.”

Zhang Chenfei was stunned for a few seconds, walked over and squatted by the sofa, staring fixedly at Jiao Qi. “What did you say?”

“I said, I’m pregnant.” Jiao Qi nervously watched Zhang Da Diao’s reaction, seeing his expression go from blank to overjoyed in just 1.5 seconds.

“Pregnant? You’re pregnant!” Zhang Chenfei jumped up at once, pacing back and forth in front of the sofa. “I knew it. With your bloodline being this good, you must get pregnant very easily.”

What should be done when a fragile Omega little wife gets pregnant? This couldn’t stump the all-powerful Imperial Marshal. He quickly grabbed a blanket to cover him to prevent catching a cold. During pregnancy you can’t take medicine if you catch a cold. Secondly, he had Louis XIV download pregnancy recipes, and from now on he would cook for his little delicate wife according to those. Also baby supplies needed to be prepared.

Jiao Qi watched the busy Zhang Chenfei and suddenly felt somewhat upset. The two of them were men. They were destined never to have a child that belonged to both of them. Zhang Da Diao had never brought it up all these years.

“What do you want to eat tonight? I’ll go buy. I heard pregnant people’s tastes change a lot.” Zhang Chenfei squeezed a cup of juice and handed it to Jiao Qi.

“You sit down,” Jiao Qi put the juice aside, gesturing for his husband to come over, and looked at him with a serious expression. “Let me ask you. Do you really, really want a child?”

Since same-sex marriage became legal, many people who loved each other became partners. Reaching a certain age, some men became obsessed with wanting offspring. Among people Jiao Qi knew alone, there were quite a few. Some went abroad to find a surrogate to have a child that was genetically only one side’s. Some adopted from brothers or relatives. Some went even further and simply cheated to have an illegitimate child.

Zhang Chenfei was stunned for a moment, then slowly shook his head. “No. I just like taking care of you. Your body is special and can only be helped this way. If there was a way to make you feel better without having to give birth, I definitely wouldn’t let you go through it.”

“Big Dick…”

Before he could finish, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Zhang Chenfei got up to open the door and pressed the video intercom. “Who is it?”

On the clear display screen, Mr. Jiao Zuoren’s stern and upright face appeared. “Your father.”