In the original plot, Jiang Songyue indeed had a period where he needed to go abroad. And it was precisely overseas that he met one of the most popular supporting male characters—Pei Hemian, Shen Zui’s friend and the new head of the Pei family.
The moment they met, their relationship quickly heated up, soon leading to an unspeakable, forbidden entanglement.
Later, when they discovered Shen Zui’s secret—that he couldn’t detect pheromones—they became even more brazen in their actions.
In the original plot, on several occasions when Shen Zui wasn’t home, Pei Hemian openly came and went from the Shen family villa, engaging in all sorts of wild play with Jiang Songyue inside the house.
There was even one time when the two drugged Shen Zui with sleeping pills. Once he was sound asleep, they did things tomatoes won’t let be said right beside him.
Shen Zui frowned, pretending to be impatient as he responded, his tone tinged with annoyance: “What a hassle. Why does your Jiang family have so many issues? How long will you be gone?”
Jiang Songyue lowered his eyelashes, his tone calm: “Three months.”
This was already the shortest time he could manage. Yet even so, he still felt somewhat uneasy.
The thought of being away from Shen Zui for a full three months made him worry—what if some seductive temptress took advantage of his absence to lure Shen Zui away?
Although Shen Zui often went out to have fun after their marriage, Jiang Songyue had long since found out from Xiao Li that nothing had actually happened between Shen Zui and those male models.
Thinking of this, Jiang Songyue relaxed slightly. It’s fine—with Xiao Li keeping an eye on Shen Zui for him, nothing major should go wrong.
After the meal, Jiang Songyue took out his phone and sent a message to Su Ran.
[Jiang Songyue: Xiao Ran, didn’t I mention a few days ago that I’m going to Country C? Since you’re in Country C, do you want to meet up?]
It took quite a while before Su Ran replied.
[Su Ran: A-Yue, sorry, I just returned to Country A yesterday. Something suddenly came up at home, and I probably won’t be going to Country C in the future. How about I come find you after you return to Country A?]
[Jiang Songyue: Alright then.]
Jiang Songyue stared at the chat window. The last time he saw Su Ran was three months ago, just a few days before his own wedding, when he had specifically invited Su Ran to attend.
When Su Ran learned that the person he was marrying was Shen Zui, he became extremely emotional, repeatedly urging Jiang Songyue to leave Shen Zui and disparaging Shen Zui as utterly worthless.
Not long after, Su Ran was sent to Country C by the Su family.
In truth, it was obvious to everyone that the Su family was afraid Su Ran would cause some disturbance at Jiang Songyue and Shen Zui’s wedding.
Since then, Su Ran seemed to have disappeared, only reconnecting with him half a month ago.
Meanwhile, Shen Zui, already full and satisfied, lazily returned upstairs and was now lying in bed chatting with Su Ran.
Su Ran deliberately sent flirtatious messages to tease him while also claiming that he had fallen for Shen Zui years ago.
Shen Zui, of course, didn’t believe Su Ran’s nonsense.
After all, he had only transmigrated into this world six months ago—how could there be any “years ago”? Besides, the original Shen Zui was an absolute scoundrel—how could Su Ran possibly have fallen for him?
His phone screen lit up again.
[Su Ran: Brother Shen, can we meet in a few days?]
Shen Zui narrowed his eyes, lightly tapping the screen with his fingertip.
Since Jiang Songyue would be going abroad in a few days and he’d be bored anyway, it wouldn’t hurt to stir up some animosity with Su Ran.
After all, Su Ran was one of the key forces that would eventually drive his company to bankruptcy.
Shen Zui was chatting animatedly with Su Ran when a voice suddenly sounded from the bedroom doorway.
“Husband.”
Shen Zui looked up to see Jiang Songyue standing in the shadows of the doorway. The room was unlit, and he seemed almost to melt into the darkness, only his deep, gloomy eyes fixed directly on them, unnervingly intense.
That gaze made Shen Zui’s heart skip a beat.
God, he’d always known the male lead wanted to kill him, but this was way too obvious, wasn’t it?
“Husband, who are you chatting with? Xiao Li?”
Shen Zui was so startled he forgot to put on his usual act, his tone unconsciously softening.
“No…”
As soon as the word left his mouth, he realized something was off—why was he explaining himself to Jiang Songyue?
Shen Zui immediately furrowed his brows, his expression darkening as he put on his usual irritable, quick-tempered demeanor.
“What’s it to you? Since when do I have to answer to an Omega about my business?”
Jiang Songyue just stood there, slowly clenching his fists, not saying a word.
Shen Zui seemed to suddenly remember something, his tone turning commanding.
“Actually, come here.”
Only then did Jiang Songyue step forward, walking over to Shen Zui’s side. Shen Zui looked him up and down as if inspecting something.
“Wait, take off your shirt.”
Jiang Songyue froze—this was the first time Shen Zui had ever asked him to undress.
A faint blush quickly spread across the tips of his ears, his fingers trembling slightly as he began unbuttoning.
“…Okay.”
But Shen Zui had already turned and walked to the wardrobe, casually picking out clothes. He pulled out one of his own black shirts and handed it over.
“Put this on.”
Jiang Songyue took the shirt, slowly slipping it on while stealing glances at Shen Zui, his gaze almost hook-like.
Shen Zui stepped closer, checking the result, then reached out to button it up for him, one button at a time.
The distance between them was almost too close, and Jiang Songyue’s breathing gradually grew uneven.
Shen Zui’s shirt fit him a bit snugly, clearly outlining the lines of his shoulders, back, and chest. The buttons over his pectoral muscles even seemed on the verge of popping open at any moment.
Shen Zui couldn’t help but marvel inwardly—as expected of the male lead, this physique was on a completely different level from ordinary Omegas.
The next moment, Shen Zui suddenly leaned in.
He pressed almost entirely against Jiang Songyue, his cheek resting close to Jiang Songyue’s.
Jiang Songyue’s pupils contracted sharply, his breath catching for an instant.
He tentatively spoke, his voice trembling slightly despite himself.
“Hus… husband?”
Shen Zui scolded in a low voice.
“Don’t move.”
Shen Zui pulled out his phone, opened the camera, and aimed it at the two of them.
He glanced left and right, still seeming unsatisfied.
Then he tilted his face slightly, his lips almost brushing against the corner of Jiang Songyue’s mouth.
Jiang Songyue’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he nervously swallowed. He’d secretly kissed Shen Zui’s lips countless times before, but this was the first time Shen Zui had leaned in on his own.
“Click.”
The shutter sound rang out.
Shen Zui took a photo, then cleanly pulled away.
Jiang Songyue stood in place, his gaze carrying a hint of resentment as he looked at him.
Until he saw Shen Zui lower his head, fiddling with his phone, setting the photo he’d just taken as his lock screen.
In that instant, the light in Jiang Songyue’s eyes suddenly brightened.
He knew it—Shen Zui actually liked him, he just didn’t say it out loud.
As for who Shen Zui had been chatting with earlier, Jiang Songyue had already completely forgotten about it.
Shen Zui then glared at Jiang Songyue. “What are you still standing there like a fool for? Don’t you know I need to soak my feet in the evening?”
After saying this, Shen Zui settled into the lazy recliner he had specially bought, nestling comfortably into it, looking every bit like he was waiting for Jiang Songyue to attend to him.