“Jiang Songyue, are you trying to starve me to death? What time is it already, and you’re still wandering around here?”
“I work so hard every day, and you can’t even handle such a small thing properly. What did I marry you for?”
“How on earth did the Jiang family raise their Omegas?”
Jiang Songyue remained kneeling on the floor, though the motion of wiping had long since stopped. He was frozen in place, his gaze fixed on the ground.
Shen Zui cursed himself fiercely in his heart—he truly was inhuman.
Jiang Songyue was an illegitimate child, left to fend for himself since childhood. The Jiang family had never truly cared for him. Although he always appeared aloof and fragile on the surface, deep down, he was desperately starved for affection. It was precisely because of this that, in the original storyline, even when he was later targeted and forcibly claimed by those obsessive male side characters, he would half-heartedly accept it.
Because Jiang Songyue liked the feeling of being noticed and taken away—it made him feel cared for.
As soon as this thought crossed his mind, Shen Zui felt even more unsettled.
He saw Jiang Songyue lower his head and say softly, “Alright.”
Then he stood up and turned toward the kitchen.
Shen Zui awkwardly added, “Hurry up. Just make something simple that’s edible.”
After saying this, he sprawled on the sofa, though his gaze couldn’t help but drift toward the kitchen from time to time.
Jiang Songyue was wearing a cheap, almost sheer shirt. Under the light, the thin fabric faintly revealed the smooth lines of his back and waist.
His figure looked almost excessively beautiful, carrying an indescribable charm.
In the kitchen, Jiang Songyue chopped vegetables while deliberately swaying his waist slightly, all the while secretly observing the living room out of the corner of his eye to see if Shen Zui was watching him.
But Shen Zui, lying on the sofa, had completely misinterpreted the situation.
Had the Jiang family taken so much money from him without giving any to Jiang Songyue? Could Jiang Songyue not even afford a decent shirt, forced to wear such tattered clothing?
At this thought, Shen Zui’s expression darkened. He picked up his phone and sent a message to Xiao Li.
[Shen Zui: Buy a few shirts in Jiang Songyue’s size.]
[Shen Zui: Just say they’re old stock being cleared out from the company’s mall.]
[Shen Zui: Same as usual—don’t let him know they’re from me.]
[Xiao Li: Understood, Mr. Shen.]
But Xiao Li immediately turned around and sent a message to Jiang Songyue, reporting Shen Zui’s actions in detail.
Due to Shen Zui’s absurd behavior over the past six months, many shareholders in the company had long been dissatisfied with him, though Mr. Jiang had smoothed things over. As a result, Xiao Li often forwarded Shen Zui’s instructions to Jiang Songyue for Mr. Jiang’s final decision.
When Jiang Songyue finally finished cooking, Shen Zui walked over and sat down at the dining table. With just one glance at the dishes on the table, he couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
Stir-fried kidney, steamed oysters, sea cucumber and goji berry soup, blueberry salad…
Shen Zui: “…”
Noticing the confusion in his eyes, Jiang Songyue explained gently, “Xiao Li mentioned you’ve been working at the company these past few days. I was worried you might be too tired, so I thought I’d make something nourishing for you.”
Then he considerately ladled a bowl of soup and placed it in front of Shen Zui.
“Husband, try it.”
As he said this, Jiang Songyue lifted his eyes. They were calm and obedient, as if he truly cared.
Shen Zui knew all too well that this was nothing but the male lead’s disguise.
In the original story, Jiang Songyue appeared to be obedient, gentle, and virtuous toward him, seemingly the epitome of a standard Omega partner. In reality, however, he had only one thing on his mind: how to break free from Shen Zui.
But the Shen family was powerful and deeply rooted, so Jiang Songyue dared not act recklessly. Instead, he maneuvered among the supporting male characters, patiently biding his time and waiting for the right moment. In the end, he used those men to gradually dismantle the Shen family, uprooting the entire Shen empire.
Thinking of this, Shen Zui felt a twinge of guilt.
After all, he hadn’t gone to the company at all these past two days and had even cheated on his spouse with a male model.
Although he often frequented such places to maintain his scumbag persona, he had never actually engaged in any intimate contact.
Even if he wanted to, he probably couldn’t—after all, he couldn’t even release pheromones.
Shen Zui stole a glance at Jiang Songyue across from him. If only Jiang Songyue were truly his spouse.
Such a virtuous, beautiful Omega—he was practically the embodiment of Shen Zui’s ideal type.
What a shame.
Sighing inwardly, Shen Zui buried himself in his meal, stuffing his mouth with all sorts of kidney-nourishing foods.
Just then, his phone chimed with a notification. Shen Zui lowered his head, casually swiped to unlock the screen, and found a friend request.
When he opened the sender’s profile picture and social media feed, he immediately spotted a familiar head of pink hair.
Shen Zui gasped sharply.
Damn, wasn’t this Jiang Songyue’s number one admirer, Su Ran?
Su Ran was Jiang Songyue’s college roommate and also a rich second-generation heir. On the surface, he seemed carefree and irresponsible, but in reality, he was in an OO relationship. Upon learning that Jiang Songyue had married a scumbag Alpha like Shen Zui, who spent his days fooling around with male models, Su Ran eagerly anticipated their divorce day after day.
Given the current plot, Su Ran was likely trying to deliberately get close to Shen Zui, attempting to seduce him in order to break up his marriage with Jiang Songyue.
Meanwhile, as Shen Zui began absentmindedly checking his phone, Jiang Songyue’s gaze had already quietly settled on him.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, silently watching the man across from him.
Who was Shen Zui chatting with?
He noticed an unconscious smile tugging at Shen Zui’s lips, while his own grip on the chopsticks tightened.
The next moment, a soft snap echoed.
Shen Zui froze and looked up at him.
“Huh? What was that sound?”
Jiang Songyue merely smiled gently, his expression flawlessly composed.
“Nothing,” he replied softly. “Husband, did you mishear?”
Shen Zui didn’t dwell on it and lowered his head again to continue checking his phone.
Su Ran had immediately sent a photo of himself fresh out of the shower, shirtless, with water droplets trailing down his muscular lines.
Shen Zui’s eyes widened.
Damn…
Jiang Songyue really had it good, didn’t he?
He couldn’t help but lament inwardly—why had he transmigrated into a cannon fodder character instead of directly becoming the male lead?
But soon, Shen Zui began rationalizing to himself. Forget it, forget it. Things aren’t so bad now. After all, the Shen Group is worth tens of billions.
Once he followed the plot all the way to bankruptcy and successfully executed his Death Escape, those tens of billions would all be his.
The system had already promised him a new body after the Death Escape.
By that time, he would have no worries about food or drink, and could marry a beautiful and virtuous Omega like Jiang Songyue. Life would be simply perfect.
Just as Shen Zui was happily daydreaming about his future, Jiang Songyue suddenly spoke up, interrupting him.
“Husband, there’s something I want to tell you.”
Shen Zui was taken aback and looked up at him.
“In a few days, my father wants me to go abroad. There’s a minor issue with the Jiang family’s overseas business that I need to handle.”
Oh, that matter. Of course, Shen Zui remembered.