Shen Zui felt as if his entire body was about to steam over, waves of heat surging up from within. He shoved Su Ran away and staggered to his feet.
Only then did he belatedly realize something was wrong—his head was spinning violently.
When he looked at Su Ran again, the figure before him seemed to blur into overlapping shadows.
Shen Zui bit down hard on the tip of his tongue, using the sharp pain to force himself to regain a shred of clarity.
“Su Ran… Did you really poison me?”
Su Ran laughed at the question. As expected of A Zui, still so adorably naive, utterly lacking in cunning.
Of course he hadn’t poisoned him—he’d just slipped him a little something.
Su Ran stepped forward. Though slightly shorter than Shen Zui, his imposing presence remained undiminished.
He tilted his head up slightly, his eyes filled with infatuation and desire.
“Darling, just bear with it a little longer.”
“Once I’m pregnant, everything will be easy.”
If he weren’t so unsteady on his feet, Shen Zui would have loved to slam Su Ran’s head against the wall a couple of times.
Was this guy insane? To force him to divorce Jiang Songyue, he actually planned to get pregnant with his child first?
What kind of self-sacrificing, throwing-oneself-into-the-fray drama was this?
Shen Zui was genuinely shocked by this world.
Was this what a crazy male supporting character was like? Truly formidable.
“Are you fucking insane, Su Ran!”
Shen Zui’s voice grew hoarse with anger.
“This is a restaurant! Not a hotel!”
But the next second, Su Ran asked a question so earnestly that Shen Zui wished he could bite off his own tongue on the spot.
“So… does that mean it’s okay if we go to a hotel?”
Shen Zui felt his heart clench in fury.
“Then next time, let’s go to a hotel.”
Shen Zui finally realized this person genuinely didn’t understand human language.
He stumbled backward, then turned and staggered toward the door.
Just as he was about to reach the doorknob, his waist was suddenly seized.
Su Ran wrapped his arms around him from behind and yanked him back violently.
“Crash.”
The surrounding chairs were kicked aside by the man, toppling over.
Shen Zui was dragged roughly to the floor, and Su Ran was already pulling at his pants.
Shen Zui desperately tried to pry Su Ran’s fingers away.
Damn it.
Had all the Omegas in this world mutated?!
Though drugged and nearly powerless, Su Ran’s strength was undeniably considerable for an Omega.
“Fuck! Get off me!”
Shen Zui gritted his teeth and drove his knee toward Su Ran, his head spinning so violently the world seemed to tilt.
Just days ago, he’d been * by an Omega—already an unbearable humiliation. And now he was supposed to be forced into fathering a child by an Omega?
No way.
Absolutely no way!
Even if he had to crawl, Shen Zui would crawl out of here today!
He would defend the last shred of dignity he had as an Alpha.
Shen Zui clenched his jaw, straining to pry Su Ran’s fingers away.
But those hands were like iron clamps, locked tightly around his waist. The drug surged through him in waves—his vision darkened, his ears rang, and his entire body felt hot and dizzy, as if thrown into a steamer.
No, if this continued, he really would be done for today.
Shen Zui bit down hard and stopped trying to pry Su Ran’s hands away. Instead, he threw his head back violently—thud!
His head slammed hard into Su Ran’s face.
The impact was substantial. Su Ran grunted, and his grip finally loosened for a moment.
Now!
Shen Zui instinctively broke free, scrambling and stumbling toward the door.
His trembling fingers grabbed the doorknob and twisted it hard—click.
The door opened.
The hallway light flooded in abruptly. Without even bothering with his shoes, Shen Zui staggered out.
Just then, a waiter pushing a meal cart approached from the other end of the corridor.
“Sir?”
Shen Zui’s mind was already foggy and swollen, but his reason tightened at the last moment.
Gritting his teeth, he snatched a bottle of red wine from the cart, turned, and hurled it fiercely into the private room—bang!
The bottle struck Su Ran squarely on the forehead.
Su Ran didn’t even have time to dodge. His body swayed slightly, his gaze briefly blank, before he toppled straight backward.
The glass bottle rolled across the floor with a crisp sound.
Blood slowly trickled from Su Ran’s temple, sliding down his delicate, doll-like face. He lay on the ground, motionless and silent.
The wedding dress that had been placed in a box nearby had already been knocked over, its soft white gauze scattered across the floor, draping over Su Ran’s face.
The scene held an indescribable eeriness—the white gauze lightly covering him, the bloodstains spreading, creating a shattered yet strangely beautiful and absurd image.
The waiter in the hallway was completely stunned.
But Shen Zui couldn’t be bothered with any of that. He knew his own strength well enough—Su Ran was likely knocked unconscious.
Leaning against the wall to steady himself, still dizzy, he quickly pulled out his phone.
Xiao Li, who had been diligently working at the company, received a message from his boss saying he had smashed Su Ran’s head open with a wine bottle at Light and needed him to rush over and handle it.
Xiao Li: “…”
Great. On the first day the madam was away, Mr. Shen was already causing trouble.
As for Shen Zui, he stumbled away unsteadily.
He’d leave the aftermath to Xiao Li.
He also told Xiao Li to come find him in the car at the underground parking lot on B1 as soon as he finished dealing with Su Ran. In his current state, he needed to find a safe place quickly, or he was afraid something might really go wrong.
Stepping into the elevator and pressing the button for B1, he still felt his heart pounding like a drum. Even though Light only had five floors, every second of the elevator’s descent felt agonizingly long, as if it might stall forever.
The elevator stopped on the second floor.
A tall, slender figure stepped in—long legs, a clean and sharp black Chinese-style suit, a string of white jade beads wrapped around the wrist, exuding a cold and restrained aura.
Shen Zui didn’t even glance at the person beside him. Panting heavily, he fought to suppress certain physiological changes.
“Do you need help, Mr. Shen?”
Shen Zui finally looked up. The man had slender, tranquil eyes, deep and still as a secluded pond, with two tear moles at the corners of his eyes that added an ethereal, cold charm.
It was Lou Boyu.
Also the target of the original host’s past harassment.
As a scumbag, the original host had no boundaries—whether Alpha, Beta, or Omega, if he took a liking to someone, he would pursue them relentlessly.
Lou Boyu was one of them.
But Lou Boyu was a male supporting character, destined to only fall for the male lead.
Since Shen Zui had taken over, he had never bothered Lou Boyu again. And according to the plot, Lou Boyu and Jiang Songyue had already met at their wedding.
So he didn’t need to get involved at all—just wait for the two of them to gradually grow closer.
The next moment, Lou Boyu reached out, intending to help him up.
But Shen Zui suddenly cried out, “Don’t touch me!”
Only, Shen Zui didn’t realize how delicate his voice sounded at that moment, trembling unconsciously, especially with the reddened corners of his eyes, which were utterly captivating.