“Su… Su Ran… what are you trying to do?”
Su Ran tilted his head slightly. His doll-like face, tinged with innocence, looked angelic, yet the glint in his eyes was as dangerously seductive as a demon’s.
He chuckled softly.
“What am I trying to do? Don’t you know, darling?”
The tone was so ambiguous it barely left any room for doubt.
Shen Zui: “…”
Of course, I’m trying to do you.
Su Ran stared down at him, his gaze fixed intently, and he unconsciously rubbed himself gently against Shen Zui.
Shen Zui’s scalp instantly prickled, and he quickly coughed twice.
“I have a wife.”
Su Ran didn’t seem to care at all. Instead, he spoke slowly, “It’s fine. I just like being the other man.”
Shen Zui muttered inwardly, Su Ran really is a master actor. If he hadn’t known that this guy was utterly devoted to the male lead, he might have actually believed him.
Since that was the case, it was time for him to start flaunting his affection. He had to maximize the hatred, preferably making Su Ran so angry he’d take down Shen Group as soon as possible.
Thinking this, Shen Zui pretended to casually take out his phone and wave it in front of Su Ran.
The screen lit up, and the lock screen clearly displayed the photo he had deliberately set.
Shen Zui discreetly observed Su Ran’s reaction.
Sure enough, Su Ran’s expression shifted slightly. The lazy smile vanished for a moment, and even the hand gripping his arm tightened unconsciously.
“It seems President Shen… dotes on his wife quite a bit?”
The tone actually sounded a bit sour.
Shen Zui’s heart leaped with joy. This was promising.
He immediately began fabricating nonsense: “Of course. Songyue is gentle and virtuous. She cooks for me by hand every day.”
“Hah.” Su Ran let out a soft laugh.
But there was no warmth in that laughter. He stared fixedly at Shen Zui, his eyes so complex they were almost unfathomable.
Shen Zui.
How dare you forget me? Back then, you clearly said that if I grew up to be an Omega, the two of us would get married.
The next second.
Su Ran suddenly exerted force, slamming Shen Zui back against the chair.
With a dull thud, the chair collided heavily. Shen Zui’s back ached from the impact, and he couldn’t help but groan.
“Damn it, Su Ran, are you crazy?”
Su Ran ignored him. He lowered his head, pressed close to Shen Zui’s neck, and took a light sniff.
That familiar, almost memory-etched, lychee-scented pheromone.
Ever since the car accident five years ago, he had never smelled this scent again. Back then, Shen Zui had seemed like a completely different person.
The body was still the same body, but the soul inside was no longer the same.
Even the scent of his pheromones had changed. As for where the real Shen Zui had gone, he didn’t know.
From then on, he began believing in ghosts and gods, praying everywhere, hoping that the wandering spirit occupying the body would leave soon and return the real Shen Zui to him.
Until three months ago, when he smelled this hauntingly familiar scent again.
It was on Jiang Songyue.
At that moment, he knew—Shen Zui had returned.
But just then, his best friend told him.
He was getting married.
And the person he was marrying was none other than the Shen Zui he had longed for all these years.
The next second.
As if emotions suppressed for too long had finally collapsed.
Su Ran suddenly turned vicious and bit down hard on Shen Zui’s neck.
“Tsk!”
Shen Zui instantly cursed out loud from the pain.
“Damn it, Su Ran! Are you a dog or something?”
Shen Zui now felt that he had brought this upon himself. He had only thought about provoking animosity but forgot that in this world, the male supporting characters were all crazy, one crazier than the next.
Just as Shen Zui struggled to push Su Ran away, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck, followed by a warm drop of water sliding down and seeping into his collar.
“Su… Su Ran?”
As soon as he spoke, he heard a suppressed, low sob beside his ear.
Shen Zui turned his head and saw the man beside him with reddened eyes, lashes wet and clumped together, looking as if he had suffered the greatest injustice, his breathing trembling faintly.
That pitiful appearance left Shen Zui momentarily stunned.
Oh no… Did he make him cry by showing off his affection? That can’t be—he hadn’t even started yet!
Wait, wasn’t he the one who got bitten? Why does Su Ran look like the victim here?
“Shen Zui,” Su Ran’s voice was hoarse. “Divorce Jiang Songyue, okay?”
Shen Zui was taken aback.
Su Ran looked up at him, his eyes still glistening with unshed tears, but his tone was unusually serious.
“Whatever Jiang Songyue can do, I can do too.”
“In fact, I can do it even better than him.”
The faint trace of guilt Shen Zui had felt vanished completely upon hearing this.
To put it bluntly, wasn’t this just about wanting him to divorce Jiang Songyue so Su Ran could be with him instead?
Shen Zui snorted softly. Luckily, he was clever enough to see through such a clumsy act of feigned suffering.
“I won’t divorce Songyue.”
He spoke with deep affection. “I love him very much.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, Su Ran slowly raised his head. But in that instant, the look in his eyes sent an inexplicable chill down Shen Zui’s spine.
That gaze was dark and icy, as if suppressing some extreme emotion, as though he might lunge forward and strangle him the next second.
Shen Zui immediately grew wary.
However, Su Ran suddenly changed his tone, as if he were a different person, as though nothing had just happened.
“Darling, I’m sorry. Did I bite you too hard just now?”
Shen Zui: “…”
Is this guy schizophrenic or something?
“Let’s eat first,” Su Ran smiled. “I ordered all your favorites.”
Shen Zui finally glanced at the table.
He wasn’t wrong—the dishes on the table were indeed all his usual favorites.
But how did Su Ran know?
Before he could think too much about it, Su Ran had already gotten off him and taken a seat beside him.
But those eyes remained fixed on him, a faint, unsettling smile playing at the corners of his lips.
Feeling uncomfortable under the stare, Shen Zui glanced at him and casually picked up a tissue from the side, handing it over. “Wipe your face.”
After saying that, he also took a tissue and vigorously wiped the bite mark on his neck, his expression so full of disgust it was almost as if he had written the word “disgusting” on his face.
Seeing this, Su Ran’s expression instantly darkened.
But the next second, he resumed his smiling, indifferent demeanor, even considerately serving Shen Zui some food.
“Try this, it’s delicious.”
Shen Zui couldn’t be bothered with him anymore. Since he was genuinely hungry, he quickly buried himself in eating.
Watching Shen Zui eat with relish, Su Ran sat beside him, meticulously peeling a crab for him.
His movements were practiced and deft; with a light flick of his fingertips, the crab shell was lifted open. The golden crab roe was carefully picked out and placed into Shen Zui’s plate.
When he felt the timing was about right, he casually picked up the champagne nearby and poured a glass for Shen Zui.
Shen Zui was already somewhat thirsty, and without giving it much thought, she picked it up and took a sip.