The cool beauty forcibly bids for top A: Chapter 12

“Ahem… ahem ahem.”

The man turned his head awkwardly, suppressing the itch in his throat. That clumsy effort just now had made him choke, and the heat burned all the way up from his rough neck to his ear tips, a thin layer of shameful pink showing through even his honey-colored skin.

He didn’t dare look at Shen Yanzhou. His big hands tightened helplessly on his knees. After a few seconds, he finally dared to lift his eyelids and peek cautiously at the person above him.

That gaze was moist, innocent, carrying a certain grievance at being rejected, exactly like a big dog that failed to please its master and had instead made a mess of things, tail tucked, whimpering for mercy.

“Master, I’m sorry…”

His voice was hoarse, mixed with rough breathing that hadn’t yet settled. The man held it in for a long while before finally squeezing out a clumsy explanation from his throat:

“I… it’s my first time.”

“First time?”

“Yeah.” The man nodded heavily, his Adam’s apple rolling up and down. “In the city everyone was just trying to survive, nobody taught me this. I thought… you just had to do it like eating…”

He couldn’t continue, it was too embarrassing, his ear tips even redder.

But he quickly shuffled forward on his knees half a step, looked up, and his gaze stubbornly caught Shen Yanzhou’s bare ankle: “If Master thinks I’m clumsy… I can learn.”

“Next time, next time I’ll definitely make you comfortable.”

Looking at these sincere dog eyes, the doubts in Shen Yanzhou’s heart didn’t fully disappear. Who knew if this guy hadn’t climbed into his bed in the middle of the night and slept with him, then woken up playing dumb?

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Shen Yanzhou glanced at the video screen on the wall. Seeing who it was, he stopped worrying. He’d have the doctor check and then he’d know.

“Doctor Su is here.” He kicked the man at his feet. “Go open the door. I’m going to take a bath.”

As the bathroom door closed.

The flush and shyness on the man’s face instantly faded, and he went downstairs to open the door.

Outside stood a refined man in a beige trench coat, carrying a silver medical case.

Shen Yanzhou’s private family doctor, the young master of the Su family, Su Muran.

Seeing the strange man who opened the door, Su Muran frowned, imperceptibly stepped back half a step, and raised his hand to cover his nose and mouth. The cheap tobacco smell on this man made someone like him, who had grown up in sterile rooms, feel nauseous. Behind his glasses, his eyes showed undisguised disgust and wariness.

“Who are you? What are you doing at Yan’s place?”

The man didn’t reply, stepping aside to let him pass.

Su Muran snorted coldly, not wanting to waste time on this crude person. He carried his medical case straight inside. He sat on the sofa for about twenty minutes before finally hearing movement from the spiral staircase.

Shen Yanzhou came down slowly, holding the railing. His dark silk bathrobe was tied loosely, and as he walked, his long, pale calves flashed beneath the hem. His silver hair hung wet behind him, water droplets sliding down his cheeks and pooling in the delicate hollow of his collarbones.

Su Muran stood up to greet him, pointing at the man by the door: “Yan, a new bodyguard?”

Shen Yanzhou lazily leaned back into a high chair, propping his chin with one hand, the other casually swirling a water glass, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the two of them.

“Not a bodyguard. The Shen family never lacks dogs to take bullets.” His voice carried the slight hoarseness of a hangover. “Doctor Su, don’t play dumb at a time like this. You should have guessed what I bought him for.”

The warm smile on Su Muran’s face stiffened, then he sighed, as if indulging a naughty child: “Yan, I know the board is pushing hard, and that old fox Shen Hong is making a fuss about marriage again. I understand you want to find a shield to piss off the Fu family.”

“But even if you want to find someone, there’s no need to pick trash from that mud pit. Who knows how many germs and lice this person carries. And you have mysophobia, what if you catch some dirty disease…”

Su Muran glanced meaningfully at the man, took a handkerchief from his trench coat pocket, and gently wiped Shen Yanzhou’s fingertips that had just touched the cup. Then, extremely naturally, he tossed the handkerchief into the wastebasket.

The series of movements flowed like water. The harm was minor, the insult massive.

Shen Yanzhou watched this scene, a playful curve forming at the corner of his mouth. He stretched out his pale fingertip and pointed at the man from afar.

“Thirty million.”

Hearing the summons, the man stopped two steps away from Shen Yanzhou and extremely respectfully lowered his head.

“Master.”

“Did you hear what Doctor Su said?” Shen Yanzhou lightly kicked the man’s knee with his bare foot. “He said you’re trash, said you’re dirty.”

The man raised his head. “Doctor Su is a decent person, it’s right that he finds me dirty.”

“As long as Master doesn’t mind, that’s all that matters.”

Shen Yanzhou smiled faintly.

The hollow feeling of punching at empty air made Su Muran irritable. He hated even more the way this man looked at Shen Yanzhou, that seemingly obedient, house-dog-like appearance, yet who knew how much wolfish ambition and greed lurked deep in his eyes.

“Yan, make him get out.” Su Muran maintained his barely-holding-together composure, smiling: “This is private business about your gland treatment plan. With an outsider present, it’s inconvenient.”

“Say it right here.”

Shen Yanzhou stepped barefoot onto the Persian carpet, walked from the high chair to the sofa and sat down, legs crossed. “He’s not an outsider. He is the treatment plan I want to discuss with you.”

“What do you mean?”

Shen Yanzhou lifted his eyelids, silver-gray eyes flashing with a calmness that bordered on madness:

“I want a child.”

The smile on Su Muran’s face completely couldn’t hold up anymore.

“Yan, this joke isn’t funny at all.” He tried to suppress his emotions with professional rationality: “Your physical condition you know yourself. Your reproductive cavity is atrophied, pregnancy would be an enormous burden. And… who would you have the child with? Fu Sihan?”

“Fu Sihan?” Shen Yanzhou’s eyes were full of disgust. “That psycho? I’m afraid the child would be born a lunatic too.”

He leaned back, sinking into the soft sofa, glancing at the silent man: “I want to borrow his seed.”

“I want to borrow his seed.”

“S-class genes, healthy body, knows how to f…” Shen Yanzhou thought of the man’s clumsy appearance this morning and got stuck, “Most importantly, the deal is clean with no strings attached.”

“Ridiculous!”

“Yan, have you gone mad?!” Su Muran rushed over in several steps, his refined mask completely gone.

“You’re the head of the Shen family! The most noble S-class omega in Hong Kong! How can you let gutter trash like this, his fluids, enter your body?!”

He was so anxious his eyes turned red, his voice trembling: “If you really need comfort, we can think of other ways! Even… if you don’t mind, I could also…”

“Su Muran.”

Shen Yanzhou coldly interrupted him. “You’re just my family doctor, a childhood friend.”

“Don’t overstep. You know my temper.”

Su Muran’s words got stuck in his throat, his face instantly turning pale.

“Take him to the guest room for a checkup.” Shen Yanzhou no longer looked at him, turning to look at Thirty Million. “Full workup. Gene sequencing, virus screening. I need to make sure he’s clean.”

“Especially check whether that thing still works, and whether it works well.”

Su Muran knew he couldn’t talk him out of it. Whenever Yan decided on something, he had never been able to talk him out of it since they were kids.

He turned around, looked at that man, and sneered: “You, come with me.”

The first floor guest room, temporarily requisitioned as an examination room.

Su Muran’s face darkened as he opened the medical case. First he took out a bottle of medical alcohol and sprayed it in a circle in the air. Then he put on blue rubber gloves, then a specialized mask, leaving only a pair of disgusted eyes showing.

“Strip.”

“Throw your clothes into that yellow medical waste bag. Don’t dirty the carpet in Yan’s guest room.”

The man didn’t argue, silently doing as told.

The body exposed under the light was wild, containing terrifying explosive power. This kind of male tension made Su Muran feel threatened. The thought that such a body would entangle with Yan, making love…

Jealousy grew like poisonous weeds.

The examination process was oppressive and suffocating.

Until the final step.

“I need to measure the data down there. Get yourself hard.” Su Muran turned his back to adjust the instruments. The physiological repulsion between alphas made him not want to look for another second. “Hurry up, don’t waste my time.”

However, there was no expected crude sound of hand movement, no heavy breathing of urgent lust.

Su Muran found it strange, wanting to turn back and urge him on, but he saw that man lying on his back, hands casually pillowed behind his head. He didn’t close his eyes, much less touch himself.

He turned his head slightly, those pitch-black, bottomless eyes, staring fixedly at that tightly shut door.

His gaze became extremely sticky, dark, like moss that had grown in a gutter for thousands of years, silently penetrating the thick solid wood door, greedily winding outward.

Outside the door was the living room.

Outside the door sat his master.

No touching needed, no pornographic images needed. Merely the awareness that that person was just on the other side of the wall, and the originally sleeping giant beast completely awakened within moments.

Displaying a size and power that inspired despair.

In the following half hour, Su Muran used every professional method he knew to find fault, yet every data point was equally perfect to the point of despair.

He held that in-depth examination report, looking at the conclusion, his expression complex to the extreme.

In the living room, a vinyl record player from the 1940s slowly turned, the needle tracing the grooves, flowing out Leslie Cheung’s low, lazy “Tou Qing” (Stealing Love).

“Can’t trust feelings, never met before…”

The gorgeous Cantonese lyrics mixed with agarwood, the sharpness of overnight whiskey, and the smell of rain outside, fermenting in the air into an almost rotten ambiguity.

When the two came out, Shen Yanzhou was just putting down his book. He swept a glance at Su Muran’s extremely unpleasant expression and chuckled lightly: “Doctor Su, with that expression, it seems the examination didn’t go well? Is he sick?”

“Not sick.”

Su Muran’s voice was dry as he handed that examination report to him. “Not only not sick, his physical condition is absurdly good. Above S-class, a one-in-ten-thousand sample in the gene bank.”

“But Yan, as a doctor, I have an obligation to warn you.”

He pushed his glasses up, his gaze coldly slicing toward the man standing in the shadows. “First, the spongy tissue structure down there is special. Once engorged, blood recirculation is extremely slow, which means…

Once inside, unless he’s drained dry, it’s very hard to get out.”

“Figured.” Shen Yanzhou showed no panic whatsoever. He casually swept his gaze over the man’s leg muscle lines, as if examining a handy tool for hard labor.

“Though that’s nothing. As long as he can get me pregnant, the process being a bit difficult isn’t something I can’t endure.”

“But…” Su Muran threw out the second fact that he found hard to say: “Also, he has zero sexual experience.”

“Virgin?” A trace of surprise finally showed in Shen Yanzhou’s beautiful silver-gray eyes.

His gaze stabbed toward that man with probing sharpness: “A wild dog that crawled out of that mud pit, and he’s actually a virgin? What, does he have some hidden illness? Or is he… even more frigid than I am?”

“He’s not.” Su Muran remembered the way the man had stared in the examination room. “He has nothing to do with the word frigid. You could even say… excessively excited.”

“Oh?” The playfulness in Shen Yanzhou’s eyes deepened. “So it’s not that he can’t, but that he’s been holding back?”

“What, in a place like Kowloon Walled City, nobody caught your eye?”

After a long while, the man’s gaze stuck fixedly on Shen Yanzhou’s pale neck, slowly squeezing out a few words from deep in his throat:

“Never met… anyone I wanted to sleep with.”

“Didn’t expect him to be a pure-hearted guy.” Shen Yanzhou laughed once, his tone returning to coldness:

“But even if you don’t want to sleep with me, you have no choice.”

“After all, I dropped thirty million on you. You’re my private property. Your fluids, your bones, even your life, all belong to me.”

“Doctor Su.” He picked up his wine glass again, gently swirling it. “Finished? If you’re finished, you can leave.”

Su Muran looked at the last line of the report, his fingers trembling slightly.

He didn’t want to say it. As a doctor who deeply understood pheromone theory, with the object being someone he had secretly loved for years without success, admitting this fact was more painful than killing him.

But as a doctor, he couldn’t hide it. What if something went wrong later…

His gaze shifted back and forth between that silent, tall, fierce dog and the noble, exquisite Shen Yanzhou, finally squeezing out a few words from between his teeth:

“You and him, compatibility, 99.99%.”

Hearing this, the man who had been keeping his head down, his presence extremely low, slowly raised his head, pitch-black eyes excitedly looking at Shen Yanzhou.

Shen Yanzhou was stunned. His gaze passed over Su Muran, crashing straight into those wild, untamable black eyes.

“Su Muran, what nonsense are you talking?” Shen Yanzhou laughed coldly. “Him and me? 99.99%?”

“Data doesn’t lie.” Su Muran laughed bitterly, pointing at the red conclusion on the report.

“He is your fated mate.”

“From a biological perspective, in this lifetime, besides him, nobody can mark you.”