The cool beauty forcibly bids for top A: Chapter 50

In the VIP activity room, the two little dogs were connected back to back, panting heavily.

Shen Yanzhou had the nurse notify Dr. Lin. From the moment Dr. Lin entered, his gaze was glued to Shen Yanzhou’s face.

“Mr. Shen, don’t be too nervous. This is a normal physiological phenomenon in canines. Wait another ten or twenty minutes and they will naturally separate on their own.”

“Will she get pregnant?” Shen Yanzhou asked the question he cared about most.

“Well…” Dr. Lin took a step forward, trying to close the distance between himself and Shen Yanzhou, “Has little Pudding been neutered? Is this his first time?”

“It’s his first time.” Shen Yanzhou nodded.

“What about the other dog, sir, has your dog been spayed? Is it also her first time?” Only then did Dr. Lin notice the man standing by the wall, who was a good half head taller than him. He had to tilt his head back to speak to him.

“It’s also her first time.” Though clearly answering Dr. Lin’s question, the man deliberately looked at Shen Yanzhou.

“Neither dog has been fixed, and it’s both of their first times, so the chances of pregnancy are very high. But don’t worry Mr. Shen, if there are any follow-up issues, you can contact me on WeChat anytime. I’m available twenty-four hours a day.” Dr. Lin said.

“Alright, doctor, please go about your business.” Shen Yanzhou replied.

“Okay, remember to contact me on WeChat.” Dr. Lin nodded gently, smiled, and left the activity room with the nurse.

In the activity room, once again only the two of them remained, plus the two dogs that were still going at it.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward.

Shen Yanzhou had always thought his own puppy was sickly and weak, probably having some lingering health issues from puppyhood, easily getting sick at the drop of a hat. That he could keep going for this long was something he had never expected.

The two of them just watched the dogs continue like this. Shen Yanzhou didn’t know if it was his imagination, but he felt like the man was looking at him from time to time.

“Mr. Shen, you heard what Dr. Lin said. Little Strawberry hasn’t even had a boyfriend before, and now she’s been taken advantage of by your Pudding like this. If she ends up with a big belly later, how pitiful she’ll be.” The man broke the awkwardness first.

Seeing him not speak, the man continued: “In real life, some scumbags pull their pants down faster than anyone, and after getting their fun they pull their pants back up and pretend they don’t know you. Your family’s Pudding, he wouldn’t be a scumbag dog who starts something and then abandons it, would he?”

“I will take responsibility for this matter.” Shen Yanzhou sighed, bringing out the negotiating posture he used at conference tables, “If you don’t mind, during the pregnancy, you can leave Little Strawberry at my house to raise.”

Afraid the other party wouldn’t feel at ease, Shen Yanzhou added seriously: “I have an old housekeeper at home, and also a gentle calico cat. The living space is very large. She won’t be wronged.”

The man laughed softly upon hearing this.

“Leave her at your house to raise? Mr. Shen, do you know what trace elements a Pomeranian needs to supplement during pregnancy?”

“I can ask Dr. Lin.”

“Then do you know which common meat proteins Little Strawberry is allergic to? Do you know how many times she needs to be brushed daily to keep her fur from getting tangled? Or let’s take a step back,” the man’s gaze fell on Pudding, “Mr. Shen, when was the last time your Pudding got dewormed inside and out?”

Shen Yanzhou was rendered speechless by the questions. He was normally so busy, how could he possibly keep track of these details?

Watching Shen Yanzhou’s gradually paling face and his slightly pressed thin lips, the man let out a sigh at just the right moment: “Mr. Shen, you don’t even know these most basic dog-raising common sense. How could I dare to hand over my most precious daughter to a busy person who can’t even take care of himself properly? So, I think we’d better forget about bringing her to your house.”

Shen Yanzhou’s long eyelashes drooped down. Since he couldn’t bring Little Strawberry over, then…

“How about this then,” Shen Yanzhou raised his head and tentatively proposed, “After they separate, I’ll leave Pudding at your place for a while?”

“Leave him at my place?” The man raised his brows, “Mr. Shen, I’m actually not a very patient person. I only raise Little Strawberry. I don’t want to raise other dogs.”

Proposal after proposal was rejected. Shen Yanzhou rubbed his brow with a headache: “This won’t work, that won’t work, then what do you say we should do?”

“Actually it’s not that hard.” The man smiled and said, “Since the two of them are so inseparable, why don’t we let them see each other more often from now on, how about that? This way we can soothe Little Strawberry’s emotions during pregnancy, and Mr. Shen can also keep track of her health condition at any time.”

See each other more often?

This meant he would have to keep meeting this strange Alpha he had only known for less than a day. For some reason, whenever he got close to this man, Shen Yanzhou’s gland at the back of his neck would tingle slightly.

Seeing the two “perpetrator dogs” gradually separating, Shen Yanzhou looked down at his watch and forcibly cut off this topic: “We’ll talk about it later. I still have matters to attend to, I have an appointment with someone. I need to take the dog and leave first.”

Hearing “have an appointment with someone,” the man’s originally smiling eyes gradually darkened.

“Is it your boyfriend?”

Shen Yanzhou ignored him, bent down, and scooped up his own still undignified, reluctant “scumbag dog” into his arms. Pudding put up a symbolic struggle, but under his owner’s cold face, he still obediently admitted defeat and docilely pressed against his chest.

He turned around holding the dog and walked toward the door.

The man leaned against the doorframe, his posture lazy, with no intention of actively stepping aside. The passageway was not wide to begin with, so Shen Yanzhou had to brush past his side to get through.

As they brushed past each other, the distance between the two was extremely close. The man’s extremely aggressive Alpha pheromones once again swept past Shen Yanzhou’s nose.

“I’ll add you back on WeChat.” Shen Yanzhou said coldly, “But I’m very busy. I might not reply.”

After speaking, Shen Yanzhou didn’t even look at him, and left holding the dog.

*

Night fell. Inside a low-key Michelin French restaurant on Hong Kong Island’s Mid-Levels, a violinist was playing a melodious piece in G major from the corner.

Shen Yanzhou propped his chin on one hand, his gaze scattered as it landed on the night view outside the window.

“While I was in Paris, I missed you very much.” Fu Sihan looked at Shen Yanzhou’s cool profile, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the Buddhist prayer beads on his wrist.

Shen Yanzhou withdrew his gaze, picked up his knife and fork, and cut a piece of foie gras, giving a perfunctory “mm.”

Fu Sihan was long used to his coldness. Even if before marriage he was indifferent to him, they would still have plenty of time after marriage. In Hong Kong’s social circles, couples who fell in love after marriage were not rare. He was a top-tier Alpha, his fiance was a top-tier Omega. Even if their values didn’t align, he privately believed they would be compatible in bed.

He took out a gold-embossed guest list from the inner pocket of his suit and pushed it in front of Shen Yanzhou: “We’re getting engaged the week after next. This is the invitation list I’ve drafted. Take a look, are there any guests or media that need to be added?”

Shen Yanzhou didn’t even lift his eyelids, continuing to cut the food on his plate and putting it in his mouth: “No need, you decide.”

“What about the suit and dress?” Fu Sihan continued asking, “I saw several white ones at the boutique. I thought they would suit your complexion very well. Do you want to pick them out personally?”

“You decide.” Shen Yanzhou put down his knife and fork, picked up the wine glass beside him, and lightly sipped the red wine.

Throughout the entire dinner, no matter what Fu Sihan brought up regarding the engagement or wedding, Shen Yanzhou’s answers were always the same “mm,” “no need,” “you decide.” He was like an outsider, with not the slightest anticipation or enthusiasm for this upcoming high-society marriage that all of Hong Kong was watching.

Fu Sihan didn’t continue this topic. His gaze involuntarily landed on Shen Yanzhou’s lips.

The lips that had just drunk red wine had lost their usual paleness, becoming plump and moist. The wine liquid pulled into silver threads between the lip seams, wetly clinging to the lip peaks. Every breath made that thin layer of watery light tremble slightly.

Fu Sihan stared somewhat entranced. He put down his knife and fork, took out a deep blue velvet jewelry box from his pocket, and opened it. Inside was a dazzlingly brilliant silver necklace. “I won this at a Paris auction house. I thought it suited you, so I bought it for you.” Fu Sihan looked at him, “Do you like it?”

Shen Yanzhou glanced at that priceless necklace, his eyes still without any ripple: “Mm.”

“I’ll put it on for you.”

Fu Sihan stood up, walked around the dining table, and came behind Shen Yanzhou.

He parted his fine, soft hair. The cool silver necklace slowly slid across his collarbones. Fu Sihan deliberately let his fingertips linger a bit longer when fastening the clasp, his thumb lightly rubbing and pressing near the gland, then half-circled the person in his embrace, his voice hoarse:

“I booked a room. Don’t leave tonight, alright?”

Shen Yanzhou gently shook his head: “No need.”

Fu Sihan’s eyes darkened. One hand reached around from behind, forcefully gripping Shen Yanzhou’s chin, forcing him to turn his head slightly. Their cheeks were almost pressed together.

Fu Sihan’s nose brushed past the edge of those lips wet and flushed red from the wine. Their breaths intertwined, the pheromones so intense they nearly swallowed the person before him.

“You and that wild man from before, was it only a kissing relationship? Or have you already slept together? Since he could do it, why can’t I?”

Shen Yanzhou, with his chin gripped, his thin lips pressed together, his voice cool and distant: “Young Master Fu, I still stand by what I said.”

“You can also find someone else. I don’t mind you finding others.”

“Find someone else? I’m your future legal husband. Why would I leave such a beautiful fiance and find someone else?” Fu Sihan’s fingers slowly tightened.

A person who knowingly breaks the law actually still has the face to talk to him about the law.

“Then wait until you’ve become my legal husband to say that.” Shen Yanzhou shook off his hand, stood up with a cold laugh, and grabbed the trench coat draped over the chair back.

“I’m a bit unwell. You can handle the engagement matters however you see fit. Just go through the motions. Don’t take it too seriously either.”

“Don’t go.” Fu Sihan grabbed Shen Yanzhou’s hand.

He still had things he wanted to say that he hadn’t finished, when the private room door was suddenly pushed open from outside.

“Br… brother, sis… sister-in-law, good evening!” The newcomer wore black-framed glasses, a plaid shirt paired with jeans, and on his back carried a somewhat bulky black backpack.

His hair was also somewhat unkempt, slightly long, flopping softly over his forehead. This slovenly appearance would make anyone who saw him at first glance involuntarily associate him with the word “bookworm.”

Shen Yanzhou didn’t have much contact with this second young master of the Fu family, Fu Siqi. It was only because of the engagement relationship with his older brother that they had occasionally seen each other a few times over the past half year. In the wealthy social circles, there were plenty of people who were one thing on the surface but another underneath, full of schemes and calculations. But Fu Siqi was a rare oddball whose personality and appearance were completely consistent.

He was completely absorbed in the research projects at his institute, with no interest whatsoever in the family’s internal power struggles or the business world’s drinking and socializing. Perhaps from spending so much time in the laboratory away from sunlight, his skin was very pale. But every time he spoke with Shen Yanzhou, he would inexplicably blush bright red, unable to get out a complete sentence, stammering.

“I… I didn’t know you two were… th… that… s… sorry, sorry to interrupt…” Fu Siqi’s fair face instantly flushed bright red, the flush spreading all the way to the base of his neck. His black-framed glasses nearly slid off his nose, and he pushed them up in a panic, “Dad said big brother’s phone wasn’t answering, so he had me… had me come look…”

Shen Yanzhou took advantage of Fu Sihan being interrupted and distracted to pull back his own hand.

He draped the trench coat over his arm, straightened out the wrinkled cuffs, and gave a slight nod to the nervous Fu Siqi who was walking in an awkward gait: “It’s fine. You two chat, I’ll leave first.”

After speaking, Shen Yanzhou didn’t spare another glance for Fu Sihan, stepped past Fu Siqi who was standing stunned in the doorway, and quickly walked out of the restaurant.

After coming out, blown by the salty night wind, Shen Yanzhou only then felt the suffocating feeling in his chest dissipate slightly. But the churning in his stomach grew increasingly intense.

He quickly walked into the alley outside the restaurant, pressed one hand against the moss-covered cold stone wall, bent over, and violently dry-heaved.

Physiological tears forced his eye rims red. The lips already flushed red from the wine now glistened with moisture even more.

It was truly too uncomfortable.

Although Thirty Million hadn’t fully marked him before leaving, he had left domineering pheromones inside his body. Once he approached Fu Sihan’s pheromones, he would experience a physiological rejection.

He tremblingly took out a silver cigarette case from his trench coat pocket.

What was inside wasn’t ordinary cigarettes, but specially formulated medical cigarettes that Su Muran had prepared specifically for him to suppress and balance the pheromone surges in his body.

Click. He lowered his head to shield the flame and lit the cigarette. The slightly bitter medicinal smoke was inhaled into his lungs through his windpipe. The slightly numbing sensation gradually suppressed the churning in his stomach.

Shen Yanzhou leaned against the cold wall, tilted his head back, and slowly exhaled a white smoke ring.

Suddenly, he felt as if someone was watching him.

He cautiously raised his eyes. Through the hazy night and the rising wisps of white smoke, following his intuition he looked toward the depths of the alley. Dozens of steps away, in a dead corner without streetlights, there stood a tall dark figure.

The night was too thick. Shen Yanzhou couldn’t make out the person’s face at all. He could only faintly outline the other’s broad shoulder line and figure. That person stood motionless in the shadows, as if he had been standing there for a very long time.

Click. That person also lit a cigarette.

A cluster of scarlet flame briefly lit up in the darkness, momentarily illuminating the man’s sharply defined jawline. Then the fire went out, leaving only a visible red cigarette tip glowing in the dark.

The red cigarette tip flickered bright and dark in the darkness following that person’s breathing rhythm. Yet that damp, sticky gaze penetrated through these bits of firelight, shadowing Shen Yanzhou like a shadow, never deviating for a moment.

Even the rhythm at which he exhaled smoke seemed to be deliberately imitating, matching Shen Yanzhou’s breathing.

The feeling of being watched was not pleasant. Shen Yanzhou’s irritation and unease reached their peak. He directly pinched out the cigarette tip and tossed it into a nearby trash can.

When he turned around again and looked toward the depths of the alley, that person had already disappeared without a trace.

*

Returning to the Hillside villa, the first thing Shen Yanzhou did upon entering the villa was to soak himself in the bathtub, then throw himself onto the soft big bed.

But it was no use.

Hot, so hot.

His brows were tightly furrowed. His normally cool, abstinent face was tinted pink. His eye corners were moist as if holding back tears. His breathing in the silent night became heavy and rapid. The air was filled with an enchanting rose scent.

Although Shen Yanzhou had been an S-class Omega since his differentiation, due to congenital genetic deficiencies, his reproductive cavity was severely atrophied. He couldn’t even secrete pheromones like a normal Omega, nor would he react much to Alphas.

But just half a year ago, he had been with that man for a long time, at high frequency. The man’s top-tier Alpha pheromones continuously stimulated his body, causing his body to undergo tremendous changes now. His atrophied gland was gradually healed, and his S-class Omega characteristics became increasingly obvious.

What followed was that his body grew more and more hungry.

And his body had gone far, far too long without receiving any supply of Alpha pheromones.

So hot… hot as if there was a fire burning in his lower abdomen. Shen Yanzhou let out an uncomfortable whimper in his sleep, a low whine spilling from his throat.

He irritably kicked off the thin silk blanket on his body. His whole person twisted on the bed like a fish out of water. His fair, beautiful legs were exposed in the air. His toes curled and uncurled from the extreme heat, unconsciously rubbing against the dark-colored bedsheets, searching for any touch that could relieve this hunger.

And outside the camera frame, the man removed his mask and hoodie, looking at the person in the frame—

The silk pajamas had completely come undone from all the tossing and turning, the collar gaping wide open, revealing a large expanse of fair, jade-like chest. Half-damp silver hair stuck messily to his collarbones and chest, rising and falling slightly with his increasingly rapid breathing.

The person in the frame turned over uncomfortably, burying his burning hot cheek deeply into the soft pillow, trying to draw some comfort. But his waist involuntarily arched up, outlining an extremely enticing curve beneath the silk fabric. His shoulder blades were like a pair of butterflies, trembling as if wanting to take flight, yet only able to flutter helplessly in hunger.

Not long after, that suffocating emptiness forced him to flip back over violently. He lay on his back, gasping in big mouthfuls. His legs unconsciously crossed and parted, knees bending and straightening.

“Is it his heat cycle?” The man’s Adam’s apple rolled up and down extremely slowly and intensely.

He reached out, very lightly, very slowly tracing the outline of Shen Yanzhou’s slightly parted, moist red lips in the frame. Then his fingertip moved downward, passing his vulnerable Adam’s apple, his delicate collarbones, but unexpectedly discovered that somewhere on his gaping silk front, a sweet, sticky wetness had somehow seeped out…

*

When Shen Yanzhou woke from the pheromone nightmare, his pajamas were already soaked with sweat, sticky and extremely uncomfortable.

Meow. A soft cat call came from beside his ear.

The calico cat young lady nimbly jumped onto the bed, came to Shen Yanzhou’s face, and extended her pink little tongue, licking the cold sweat on his cheek with concern.

Shen Yanzhou gently rubbed Milk Tea’s head, his voice hoarse: “Thank you, such a good girl.”

After getting out of bed, he walked into the bathroom and took a cold shower, changed into a set of loungewear, and went downstairs. Just as he reached the stair landing, he heard Pudding’s urgent barking coming from downstairs.

Woof woof! Woof! The little Tang dog was currently pawing at the villa’s front door, his tail wagging like a propeller, barking and excitedly scratching at the door crack.

“Pudding, what’s wrong?”

Shen Yanzhou frowned slightly, buttoning his sleeve cuffs as he walked down the stairs, and opened the front door.

However, when he clearly saw who was standing outside the door, surprise and wariness flashed through Shen Yanzhou’s eyes.

Standing outside the door was precisely that man from yesterday at the pet hospital, the one wearing the black stud earring.

Only, today he had changed into an extremely eye-catching Klein blue hoodie. Even the mask on his face had been switched to a matching blue color. In his arms he held the fluffy little Pomeranian.

No wonder little Pudding had lost his soul.

Shen Yanzhou looked directly into the man’s eyes, somewhat angry: “Are you stalking me?”

The man had one hand in his hoodie pocket and asked in return: “Mr. Shen, why would I stalk you?”

“The car crash on the road, the chance encounter at the pet hospital, and then this morning you suddenly appearing at my doorstep. So many coincidences piled together make it very hard to believe this is just coincidence.”

“Mr. Shen, you’re really overthinking things.” The man’s tone was innocent.

Shen Yanzhou didn’t want to keep going in circles with him. He gripped the door handle tightly and warned coldly: “Regardless of what your purpose is, I must remind you, I have a fiance. We’re getting engaged the week after next. I don’t want this kind of inexplicable coincidence to cause unnecessary misunderstandings from others.”

“So you have a fiance…”

The man’s voice suddenly dropped: “How convenient. I’m precisely the type of person who is most interested in married men.”

Shen Yanzhou looked at this man speaking such wild words with disbelief.

Seeing Shen Yanzhou’s wary appearance, the gloom in the man’s eyes dispersed. He laughed out loud in a low voice, stepped back half a pace, and reopened the distance between them:

“Just joking, Mr. Shen. Don’t take it seriously.”

Then, he extended his right hand and pointed at the mansion directly across from Shen Yanzhou’s villa.

“I’m not deliberately stalking you. That villa across the street is my home. I just moved back to Hong Kong the day before yesterday. This morning I took Little Strawberry out for a walk. I didn’t expect Pudding’s nose to be so sharp, smelling us through the door.”

The man looked at Shen Yanzhou’s half-believing, half-doubting expression. The smile at the corners of his lips grew deeper. Then he extended his hand toward Shen Yanzhou:

“Very pleased to be able to become your neighbor, Mr. Shen.”

Shen Yanzhou lowered his head and looked along his hand. His wrist was clean, without any scars. And on his ring finger, there was a brilliant pinky ring.