The cool beauty forcibly bids for top A: Chapter 58

The Alpha pheromones in his dream spread like wildfire.

Shen Yanzhou felt himself surrounded by a ball of scorching fire. Those hands with rough calluses easily peeled away his psychological defenses. He wanted to escape, but his body had gone soft as a puddle of water.

“Sister-in-law, it’s just kissing. No one will find out.” Shen Yanzhou closed his eyes in a daze, thinking to himself in a self-hypnotizing way. He obediently parted his lips slightly, letting that man fiercely plunder his breath.

When that extremely aggressive Alpha pheromone dangerously roamed along his gland, his whole body trembled, yet he still bit his lower lip hard, deceiving himself: “It’s just mutual comfort, it’s not completely crossing the line.”

But the man in the dream was too greedy. When the burning heat pressed close through the thin fabric with an oppressive feeling, the corners of Shen Yanzhou’s eyes were forced out with tears. In extreme craving and shame, he clutched the bedsheet beneath him with death grips.

He uncomfortably arched his snow-white neck, still using the last shred of reason to desperately cling to that fig leaf:

“As long as we don’t go all the way to the final step, it doesn’t count as immoral…”

“Bzzzt bzzzt bzzzt!” The phone on the nightstand vibrated like crazy. The piercing ringtone sliced through the romantic dream.

Shen Yanzhou opened his eyes blankly. No Fu Sizhou. No burning body temperature. Only the chandelier on the ceiling.

He panted in big gulps. His silver-gray hair was completely soaked with sweat, messily stuck to his pale cheeks. That suspended, hanging-in-midair feeling of emptiness made his slender fingers lift up powerlessly, covering his wet, large eyes.

“Meow!” The young lady was startled awake by her owner’s movement, popping up from under the quilt. Her round amber eyes blinked blinked at him.

She tilted her head. Her pink little nose came close. She stretched out her rough little tongue and gently licked the cold sweat on Shen Yanzhou’s cheek.

Shen Yanzhou barely curved the corners of his lips. He reached out and pulled the cat into his arms. Milk Tea immediately curled up into a ball along with the motion. Her fluffy tail lightly swept across his arm. A contented purring sound came from her throat.

He forcibly suppressed the heat in his body and pressed the answer button on his phone.

“Yanzhou, did I wake you?” On the other end of the phone, Fu Sihan’s voice was gentle and refined.

“Today we’re going to try on the engagement suit. I’ll pick you up this afternoon?”

Shen Yanzhou closed his eyes, concealing the desire that hadn’t yet faded from the bottom of his eyes.

He cleared his somewhat hoarse throat. His voice recovered its usual coldness and distance: “Understood.”

*

In the afternoon, on Duddell Street in Central, in front of a nearly century-old British bespoke suit shop.

“Mr. Fu! Mr. Shen! Good afternoon!”

The suit shop’s manager Andy, in a vest, came up with a face full of smiles. Behind him followed two waiters carrying hand-ground Blue Mountain coffee and English black tea.

“Congratulations to you both! Today’s Hong Kong Island Daily and Ming Pao finance and entertainment section headlines are all filled with the good news of your two families’ engagement!” Andy took Shen Yanzhou’s removed windbreaker with extremely good eyesight, his mouth tirelessly flattering.

“The entire Hong Kong Island is saying this is simply the most perfectly matched couple of the century.”

“Andy, you’re overpraising.” Shen Yanzhou glanced at the name tag on his chest and lightly curved the corners of his lips. The smile was just right, neither overly warm nor lacking in politeness.

After speaking, he walked to the dark green leather sofa and sat down.

The waiter respectfully placed the teacup and a thick wedding planning book on the coffee table before him.

Fu Sihan sat down beside him and said lightly: “Yanzhou, the wedding team sent over the final process and material details. Take a look and see if there’s anything that needs adjusting.”

Shen Yanzhou imperceptibly leaned forward slightly, picked up the black tea before him, and extremely cleverly avoided Fu Sihan’s hand.

“I’ll take a look.” He opened that thick planning book. His originally somewhat lazy expression became focused.

Fu Sihan’s hand paused slightly in midair, then he casually withdrew it and placed it on the sofa backrest.

He turned his head, his gaze deep as he stared at Shen Yanzhou. From his angle, he could just see Shen Yanzhou’s lowered eyelashes, his snow-white delicate nape, and the thin back that rose and fell slightly with breath under the silk shirt.

“I’ve checked the guest list. Basically no problems.” Shen Yanzhou’s slender fingers lightly tapped on the gold-embossed list. “However, the seating arrangement for the main table and secondary tables needs adjusting. Mr. Ho and Chairman Li have been fighting over that piece of land in Kowloon City recently. Both sides are at a stalemate. Separate their seats and arrange them on the east and west sides of the banquet hall respectively.”

The wedding planner waiting nearby hurriedly nodded, pulled out a fountain pen and rapidly recorded: “Yes, Mr. Shen. I’ll adjust it right away!”

Shen Yanzhou flipped through the pages continuously. His gaze landed on the menu. His brows furrowed slightly: “For the dinner dishes, why are we serving French foie gras and baked lobster? Old Master and several of the chamber of commerce uncles shouldn’t eat high cholesterol food. And this kind of heavy Western-style dish doesn’t suit the older generation’s taste.”

“Change it to clear soup bird’s nest and thirty-head dried abalone. For drinks, pull that batch of Lafite and replace it with the Romanee-Conti that the older generation likes.”

“But Mr. Shen, Conti vintage wines are very hard to gather that many of on the market right now…” The planner’s face showed difficulty.

“It’s fine. Go pick it up from the Shen family winery. I have two cases of 1990 in my private cellar.” Shen Yanzhou looked at him and said lightly.

“Yes, Mr. Shen.” The planner nodded.

Fu Sihan sat beside him, smiling in agreement: “Yanzhou always handles things so flawlessly. Even Old Master’s taste is taken care of. You’ve worked hard.”

“Since it’s a marriage alliance between two families, face and propriety must be done thoroughly. Can’t let people see us as a joke.” Shen Yanzhou closed the planning book and handed it back to the planner. His tone was as calm as if discussing an ordinary merger case.

Then he raised his eyes and looked at Andy who had been standing nearby: “Andy, are the suits ready?”

“Of course! Mr. Shen, Mr. Fu, please look.”

Andy personally pushed over a row of brass clothes racks. In the very center of the rack hung a high-end suit protected by a dust cover.

“Mr. Shen, this is the pure white suit that you personally customized.” Andy put on pure white gloves and carefully pulled open the dust cover.

“The fabric uses Italian top-grade baby alpaca wool blended with silk. Light, breathable, and extremely draping.” Andy smiled as he introduced the details. “Along the edge of the peak lapel, we’ve hand-inlaid a circle of extremely fine crushed diamonds according to your request. The cufflinks are paired with two cornflower blue sapphires. Absolutely enough to hold the scene.”

Shen Yanzhou stood up and approached that suit.

He slightly bent down and stretched out his cold, pale, slender fingers, lightly rubbing the delicate texture of the suit collar.

The instant he bent down and leaned forward, the originally fitted silk shirt on his body tightened. The fabric unreservedly outlined his flexible, slender waistline, and following the waistline downward, that extremely beautiful, full hip line.

Fu Sihan who had been sitting on the sofa staring at him, his eyes darkened to the extreme. Even his breathing grew heavier.

“Very perfect. The cut and fabric have no problems.” Shen Yanzhou walked around to the front of the clothes.

Then he turned to Fu Sihan and said: “I’ll go try on the size. If there’s anything unsuitable, they still need to alter it overnight today.”

“Okay.” Fu Sihan forcibly suppressed the dryness in his throat, squeezing out a gentle and refined smile. “I’ll wait here for you. If anything feels uncomfortable, call me anytime.”

“Yes.” Shen Yanzhou carried that gorgeous white suit, his posture straight and tall as he followed Andy’s guidance toward the VIP fitting room.

Andy considerately pushed open the fitting room door for him. The VIP fitting room was very large, with carpet on the floor and a very large dressing mirror inside.

“Mr. Shen, take your time trying. Press the bell anytime if you need anything.” Andy slightly bowed and closed the door for him.

Shen Yanzhou undid his own clothes, changed into the pure white suit pants of the outfit, and picked up that excellently textured silk shirt to put on.

He slightly arched his snow-white neck, stretching his slender arm into the sleeve. When his fingers were buttoning the buttons at his chest, suddenly, from the shadow behind him came an extremely slight sound of fabric rubbing.

“Who?” he asked.

A warm large hand reached out from behind him, pinching his slender, flexible waist, and pulled his entire person into a burning, firm chest.

“Sister-in-law, it’s me.” The man’s low, hoarse voice sounded against his ear.

Shen Yanzhou was forced to raise his head and look at the floor mirror before him.

In the mirror, his clothes were half open. The pure white shirt hung loosely on his body, half covering and half revealing his enticing shoulders. Deep and shallow red marks. The man hugging him from behind wore a black hoodie. The wide hood covered most of his face.

“How did you know I was here?” Shen Yanzhou closed his eyes. He forcefully pried apart Fu Sizhou’s arms. “There are people outside. Your brother is also outside!”

When had he been here? How dare he brazenly hide in the fitting room?

Fu Sizhou not only didn’t let go, but hugged him even tighter. Then he lowered his head and lightly bit Shen Yanzhou’s shoulder.

Shen Yanzhou sucked in a cold breath from the bite. The corners of his eyes instantly flushed with a gorgeous light red.

Fu Sizhou slowly lifted the black hood off his head, revealing his handsome, sinister face. He rested his chin on Shen Yanzhou’s shoulder, sniffing the nice smell on his body.

In the mirror, Shen Yanzhou was breathtakingly beautiful. The pure white suit set him off as untouchable and sacred. His originally distant eyes, because of his touch, were veiled with shimmering watery light. His whole person carried a vulnerability after his cold shell was broken, yet remained high above, inviting plucking.

Fu Sizhou looked at him in the mirror. His rough fingertips lightly rubbed Shen Yanzhou’s red-rimmed eyes: “So beautiful.”

He continued kissing Shen Yanzhou’s snow-white side neck, murmuring in his ear: “Sister-in-law, don’t get engaged to my brother. Get engaged to me instead, okay?”

Shen Yanzhou slightly raised his chin, looking down at the young Alpha in the mirror. He forcefully pried apart his hand, gathered the shirt front, and continued buttoning his shirt buttons: “No.”

“Also, Fu Sizhou. Anyway, we haven’t known each other that long. Forgetting is easy.”

“If you like my looks, just find someone similar.”

“Forgetting is easy?” Fu Sizhou turned Shen Yanzhou’s body around and pressed him against the cold wall. “How can you say this kind of thing to me again?”

Just at this moment, Fu Sihan’s voice suddenly came from outside the door.

“Yanzhou, are you changed? If it’s hard to put on, I’ll come in and help you right now.”

Shen Yanzhou had no way to speak at all, because Fu Sizhou pinched his snow-white nape and fiercely kissed his lips.

He opened his eyes wide round. His eyelashes blinked hard. His slender legs desperately wanted to bend up in resistance. But the man held his body airtight, making it impossible for him to break free.

On one side was Fu Sihan’s urging voice. On the other side was Fu Sizhou’s body temperature that was nearly burning him through.

His physiological tears spun in his eye sockets. He bit the man’s tongue tip. He didn’t dare let out even the slightest breath. But the more he resisted like this, the more the desire in Fu Sizhou’s eyes surged.

He freed one hand. His long fingers with rough calluses followed Shen Yanzhou’s long, snow-white nape. His fingertips hooked onto his shirt buttons.

One. Then another.

He lowered his head, kissing his delicate skin.

“Yanzhou? Are you listening? Is something wrong?” Outside the door, Fu Sihan’s voice grew increasingly anxious. Even light knocking sounds rang out: “Knock, knock, knock.”

With every knock, Shen Yanzhou’s body trembled violently along with it.

Just at this moment, Fu Sizhou let a gorgeous necklace fall from his fingers. He looped that necklace around Shen Yanzhou’s snow-white neck and put it on for him.

The beautiful white rose landed precisely in the center of his snow-white collarbone, closely pressing against the skin that was kissed by him and carried a light red flush.

Fu Sizhou lowered his head. His warm, moist lips pressed against Shen Yanzhou’s sensitive ear shell: “Sister-in-law, since you want to get engaged to my brother so much.”

“Then wear the thing I gave you and go get engaged to my brother.”

After speaking, Fu Sizhou looked at Shen Yanzhou’s eyes that he had bullied so hard. He gently rubbed his silver hair, lowered his head and kissed the rose on his necklace, then released his hand.

When he released his hand, his gaze had already changed to hurt and wronged.

As if the person who had gone crazy just now wasn’t him.

“Yanzhou? If you don’t speak again, I’ll come right in.” Outside the door, Fu Sihan asked urgently.

“Don’t come in! My hair… got tangled in the buttons. I can fix it myself. Wait outside.” Shen Yanzhou looked at himself in the mirror, forced to wear the necklace with his clothes in disarray, and said coldly toward the door.

He glanced at Fu Sizhou in the mirror again. He didn’t even want to give a single extra word of rebuke. He only coldly lowered his eyes, ruthlessly raised his knee, and heavily kneed his firm lower abdomen.

“Done being crazy? Then leave.”

Fu Sizhou grunted and was forced to step back half a step.

Shen Yanzhou didn’t look at him again. His fingertips nimbly buttoned up his shirt buttons, then put on the suit, and pulled open the fitting room door.

Cold air rushed at him from outside. The watery light in Shen Yanzhou’s eyes was completely reined in. His expression recovered its usual cold distance.

“Sorry, my buttons got tangled in my hair. Delayed a bit.”

He casually flicked his scattered silver hair with one hand and walked past Fu Sihan at the doorway toward the front.

In the instant they brushed past each other.

Fu Sihan’s gaze slightly congealed.

He clearly saw on Shen Yanzhou’s snow-white delicate side neck, two or three faint red marks still not completely faded, hidden at the edge of the collar. And the faint Alpha pheromone permeating the air.

He stood in place without moving. The hand naturally hanging at his side had already silently bulged with restrained blue veins.

*

Night fell. Inside the presidential suite on the top floor of the Peninsula Hotel, through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows were the flickering, gorgeous neon lights of Central on the opposite shore. The spring rain beat against the glass, twisting the colorful light and shadow into bizarre shapes.

Fu Sihan loosened his originally meticulously tied Windsor knot and casually threw his tie onto the sofa.

He held a glass of Macallan whiskey with ice cubes and drank it in one gulp, yet he couldn’t suppress that wildfire-like evil fire growing in his heart.

In the afternoon at the high-end suit shop, when Shen Yanzhou bent down to touch that pure white suit, the waistline under the silk shirt was like a barbed hook, tightning his nerves.

“Click.”

The suite door lock let out a light sound, interrupting Fu Sihan’s sinister thoughts.

A thin young Omega walked in. He wore a cold white silk shirt. His hair was deliberately dyed silver-gray. If you didn’t look at the face, only at the figure, he did have three parts similarity to Shen Yanzhou.

“Mr. Fu.” The Omega lightened his footsteps as he walked over. His voice was coquettish and soft. He submisively hugged Fu Sihan’s waist from behind. “You’ve drunk so much alcohol.”

Fu Sihan closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Wrong.

Even if the clothes were exactly the same, even if the hair color was exactly the same, the smell was completely wrong.

There was none of that cold, sweet rose fragrance. Only a nauseating cheap perfume smell.

The body pressed against his back also wasn’t supple enough. It didn’t have that stubbornness of absolutely refusing to yield even when pushed to the brink.

A fake was ultimately just a fake.

Fu Sihan suddenly turned around and grabbed the Omega’s chin. His force was so great it nearly crushed his bones.

“Turn around.” Fu Sihan’s eyes were terrifyingly cold. There wasn’t a trace of temperature in his voice.

The Omega was scared by the cruelty in his eyes and shrank back. He didn’t dare disobey. He could only obediently turn around, both hands pressed against the cold floor-to-ceiling window glass.

He strode forward. Without any mercy from behind, he grabbed the Omega’s silver-gray hair with one hand. His other hand ruthlessly tore open his shirt.

“Mr. Fu, my hair hurts…” The Omega was in so much pain tears streamed down, yet he didn’t dare struggle at all.

Looking at this fawning posture, the irritation in Fu Sihan’s eyes only grew thicker.

Not alike. Too unlike.

Even Shen Yanzhou’s motion of bending down to look at clothes was noble and elegant. Even if forcibly held down, those beautiful eyes would only carry cold contempt, not this begging cowardice.

“Useless thing. Get out.” Fu Sihan coldly spat out a few words. His reason was on the edge of collapse, catalyzed by alcohol and jealousy.

The Omega was so scared by him that he scrambled and crawled out of the suite.

In the empty room, Fu Sihan gripped the wine glass in his hand tightly. What he outlined in his mind was all Shen Yanzhou’s snow-white, vulnerable nape, and those always high-above eyes.

Why wouldn’t Shen Yanzhou let him touch?

He, Fu Sihan, came from Hong Kong Island’s top-tier wealthy family. He got whatever he wanted. What kind of stunning Omega hadn’t he played with? Which of those people didn’t rack their brains to please him, begging him to mark them? Only Shen Yanzhou.

He had never felt such deep affection for a person, an obsession that was almost morbid. At first, he only treated it as a business marriage of interest exchange. But Shen Yanzhou’s cold, dignified, strategizing manner had bit by bit corroded his reason, making him completely addicted.

He dreamed of tearing apart Shen Yanzhou’s layer of untouchable shell. He wanted to see that abstinent face stained with gorgeous desire. He wanted to hear that cold voice crying and begging for mercy before him.

But Shen Yanzhou wouldn’t even let him touch a corner of his clothes. Not only wouldn’t he let him touch, but behind his back he willingly opened his embrace to other wild men.

Fu Sihan had originally thought he had extremely high pride and spiritual cleanliness. But when he saw today the glaring red marks under Shen Yanzhou’s collar, smelled that provocative Alpha pheromone, he discovered he actually couldn’t generate the thought of breaking off the engagement at all.

Even if he clearly knew his fiancé had been messed with by another man outside. Even if he knew that noble body had been enjoyed by someone else… this extremely unbearable realization not only didn’t make him let go, but was like the most potent medicine, completely igniting the violence and conqueror’s desire in his bones.

It didn’t matter.

Fu Sihan twistedly sneered in his heart. What was that sneaky wild man worth? In a few days, Shen Yanzhou would still put on the pure white suit, wear the Fu family wedding ring, and rightfully become Fu Sihan’s wife.

Once it was official, once they were married, he would have plenty of time to break the pride of this flower on the high mountain. He would lock Shen Yanzhou in the top-floor room of the Peninsula Hotel, bit by bit wash away that wild man’s smell, and day and night possess him until he broke down, making his whole body carry only his own pheromones.

“Yanzhou…” Fu Sihan murmured.

“You’re mine. No one else can touch you…”

*

Shen Yanzhou finished showering and leaned against the bed, playing with that white rose necklace in his hand.

“Meow~” The young lady stepped with soft cat steps onto the bed. She seemed to sense her owner’s exhaustion and obediently lay on Shen Yanzhou’s abdomen, using her fluffy big tail to lightly comfort him.

“Beep—”

At the same time, the silver-white cylindrical robot in the corner of the living room also lit up with a red indicator light, rolling over to Shen Yanzhou’s bedside with a “gulu gulu” sound.

“Welcome home. Detected owner’s current heart rate at 88 beats per minute. Body surface temperature slightly high. Pre-heat symptoms at critical point.”

Mickey’s electronic voice was completely flat, yet extremely lacking in the ability to read the room as it reported: “Alert: Extremely high concentration top-tier Alpha pheromones attached to your clothing and body surface. Does owner need to immediately activate the air purification system?”

Shen Yanzhou’s pale cheeks flushed with an embarrassed light red. He looked at this serious iron lump at his feet, his voice somewhat hoarse: “No need. Shut up.”

“Yes, master.” Mickey obediently curved the eyes on its screen into a “^_^” shape, quietly stopping in place and no longer making a sound.

Looking at this machine with no human emotions, yet somehow carrying a bit of eerie cuteness, Shen Yanzhou while carelessly stroking the cat fur, slightly turned his head.

“Hey, why did Fu Siqi name you Mickey?”

The indicator light on Mickey’s head flashed twice, immediately entering Q&A mode:

“Replying to master, Mickey is a transliteration of Mickey. But in the creator’s logic, it does not refer to the Disney animated character, but rather refers to Mus musculus (house mouse).”

“The creator hoped I could accompany you 24 hours a day.”

Shen Yanzhou: “…”

Sure enough, this was something Fu Siqi would do. Even the way of speaking was exactly the same.

“Then what can you do?” Shen Yanzhou propped his chin with one hand. A few strands of silver hair hung down by his cheek. He blinked his eyes, as if teasing a lifeless doll.

“I can monitor your heart rate, blood pressure, and pheromone threshold in real time.” Mickey answered rigidly. “I can also extend mechanical arms for standard defibrillation and cardiopulmonary resuscitation when you suddenly go into shock.”

“And,” Mickey’s electronic eyes flashed, “possess the vast majority of human knowledge, chatting with you.”

Hearing the last sentence, a trace of extremely faint smile finally surfaced in Shen Yanzhou’s eyes. His tense spine also relaxed slightly.

But that trace of smile didn’t last long.

In his mind, Fu Sizhou’s gaze in the fitting room and that man’s gaze, the two faces uncontrollably overlapped and interlaced again.

“Forgetting is easy.”

“How can you say this kind of thing to me again?”

“Mickey.” Shen Yanzhou spoke softly.

“If… you think two completely unrelated people look especially alike. What does that mean?”

Mickey’s electronic eyes turned two circles, seemingly calling up a vast database.

“From a biological statistics perspective, the probability of two people on Earth with no blood relation having highly overlapping facial features is approximately one in a hundred thousand. This indicates they are most likely just strangers who look alike, or there is an identical twin relationship.”

Mickey paused for a moment. A sudden inexplicable depth was added to the mechanical voice:

“However, according to the human sociology and world classic literature graph I have loaded, there is another high-probability possibility.”

“This is similar to Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights. An individual who was once banished and in an absolutely weak position, for extreme revenge and possessiveness, disguised or reshaped their identity, and returned to the side of the person who once stood high above.”

Wuthering Heights.

Shen Yanzhou was not unfamiliar with this book. It told of a Heathcliff-style return and revenge carrying destructive desire. That man who went mad for Catherine turned into the most vicious thorns, stirring the Linton and Earnshaw families into complete chaos.

Shen Yanzhou’s breathing slightly stalled. The cat in his arms sensitively sensed her owner’s confusion and worriedly raised her head with a “meow.”

It probably wasn’t.

At the very least, Fu Sizhou hadn’t done anything to revenge against him or his family.

Shen Yanzhou bit his lower lip and asked the question he had been avoiding: “Then if an Omega feels nauseated and repulsed by everyone’s pheromones.”

“Only toward these two people’s pheromones, not only does he not feel repulsed, but his body even depends on them.”

“What does this indicate?”

The red light on Mickey’s head flashed madly for a while. Then it coldly rang out:

“Master. According to the human emotion and ethics relationship model I have loaded, absolute acceptance of pheromones usually accompanies strong emotional bonds.”

Mickey’s electronic eyes looked straight at Shen Yanzhou and asked in a dead serious manner: “Master, are you in love with both of these people at the same time? In common human parlance, this behavior is usually called ‘two-timing.’ If you need, I can retrieve relevant books for you on How to Properly Handle Multi-line Emotional Disputes.”

“…”

“I… I’m not.” Shen Yanzhou defended.

“Received. Psychological level emotional attachment variable has been excluded.”

“Since rationally you do not like them, but your body still shows absolute acceptance, craving, and dependence.”

“Master, that is physiological liking. Your body is more honest than your brain.”

“Then if… this person is my fiancé’s biological younger brother, my future brother-in-law?” Shen Yanzhou continued asking.

Mickey was thinking, trying hard to make an answer, when Shen Yanzhou slowly spoke: “Forget it. Don’t answer. Shut down.”

“Yes, master. Wishing you a night without moral burden. Good night.”

Mickey obediently closed its electronic eyes. The indicator light completely extinguished, turning back into a quiet iron lump.

The robot was quiet, but the phone on the nightstand rang one after another.

[Dog Thief]: Poke.

[Dog Thief]: Rolling around.

[Dog Thief]: 🙁 🙁 🙁

Looking at those two completely unaggressive words on the screen, Shen Yanzhou’s mind conjured up Fu Sizhou’s face. Clearly just a few hours ago, this mad dog had been pressing him against the mirror in the fitting room, kissing and biting him. Now he was like a large dog stretching its paw through the door crack, scratching at the door begging for attention.

[Dog Thief] sent a file.

He kept a cold face and curiously opened the file.

In the footage was the gentle and refined fiancé who had accompanied him to try on suits this afternoon, and a strange Omega in a hotel, crazily…

The moment the video opened, Shen Yanzhou exited it. No need to think, he knew what the two of them were doing.

[Dog Thief] Sister-in-law, did you see? He’s a rotten person who can’t control his lower half. He’s like this, and you still want to marry him?

[Shen Yanzhou]: Yes.

After sending this message, he directly pressed the screen off and flipped his phone face down on the nightstand.

Shen Yanzhou slowly slid down along the headboard, burying himself deeply into the soft quilt.

“Meow…” Milk Tea was startled by his movement. She obediently burrowed into the quilt along with him, nestling against his side neck and letting out soft purring sounds.

In the darkness, Shen Yanzhou curled up his body painfully inside the quilt. His breathing became weak and suppressed.

What kind of person Fu Sihan was, could he not know? That hypocritical gentleness and refinement, the absurdity and twistedness behind his back, he had actually long investigated thoroughly. Those unbearable scenes in the video actually couldn’t stir a single ripple in the bottom of his heart.

But he had no way to break off the engagement.

Because this marriage alliance was not just an agreement between him and Fu Sihan.

More importantly, it was an agreement between him and that person.