Freed from the restraint of the inhibitor bracelet, a faint yet gentle scent of greenery wafted towards him, and the silver vine pheromones drenched the omega from head to toe. It was an aggressiveness completely unlike Ji Yanxing’s usual style.
Mi Su’s clear, bright eyes suddenly froze.
“Ah…”
Instantly, his bones and muscles went limp. The petite omega, not wearing a stitch, melted into a pool of warm water, utterly devoid of strength to resist.
Through his hazy, reddened teary eyes, there was only confusion. Pinned beneath an alpha so much larger than himself, he remained dazed and unaware of the situation.
Beautiful, naive, and with a bit of a temper.
Any alpha with any sense would surely be driven wild with the desire to bully him.
Before this, Ji Yanxing never knew he could be so base.
He truly wanted to strip this omega bare, see every hidden corner of him, and then personally teach him through words and deeds just how nasty things could get if he always wore this innocent and unguarded demeanor.
Bloodshot threads crept into the alpha’s eyes, like a large, vicious dog wearing a muzzle.
Anything blocking his view of his little fiancé could burn to ashes.
Unaware, Mi Su lay on his back, straining his little nose tip upward to reach him, his tender, pinchable face flushed pink.
While wriggling his slender waist, he tried to sniff, his voice sweet and soft as he praised, “Husband, your scent feels so good, I really want to roll around…”
Ji Yanxing’s very breathing trembled.
Drip.
Drip.
Two drops of scarlet eagerly fell one after another, as if taking their master’s place to lick that flawless, delicate skin.
In a cat’s worldview, mating is solely for reproduction, completely unaware that humans are in heat anytime, anywhere, and even take pleasure in it.
Mi Su groped around in confusion, “Something’s poking my leg.”
“My apologies.”
Ji Yanxing grabbed his restless hand, pulling the blanket down with the other.
“Mm!” By the time the omega managed to wriggle out from under the blanket, Ji Yanxing was already gone.
With his fluffy, disheveled hair, he stared blankly at the red marks pinched into his thigh. The sea urchin prince seemed really uncomfortable earlier… was it because he was bleeding?
Mi Su wiped clean his collarbone and chest, pulled out his phone, and started searching on Baidu.
[Why do humans suddenly get nosebleeds?]
Back in his room, Ji Yanxing had barely stopped his nosebleed, yet he remained unable to calm down. He simply stripped off his outer clothes and rushed into the bathroom.
The enclosed shower stall was steamy, which instead magnified the titillating scenes in his mind.
At work, his mind was sharp enough to tackle ten tasks at once, but tonight he completely forgot to consider why Mi Su might be reacting to his pheromones.
He only knew he was done for.
He had betrayed his belief in faithful love, getting erect for the delicate little thing even though he didn’t like him. He was terrifying, practically a pervert.
“Husband…”
As if in a trance, a kitten-like, coquettish tone sounded by his ear.
Sweet and enticing, accompanied by a fragrance: “Look at me, okay?”
Ji Yanxing’s brows and lashes were damp, dark and cold, suppressing an unspeakable desire.
He opened his eyes.
Mi Su seemed to stand before him.
The beauty he couldn’t fully appreciate earlier was now on full display, glowing white.
“Husband, your scent feels so good…” Slender arms dotted with water droplets wrapped around his neck. A slight tilt of the head could help lick them off. “But you look like you’re in pain?”
Ji Yanxing’s breathing grew heavier.
Blue veins traced a path down his clearly defined v-line, swollen and pronounced as if engorged with blood. The alpha gave up, tilting his head back and closing his eyes.
His slender, pale hand slowly slid down from his abs.
“…Mmm, so hot.”
Meanwhile, nestled in the bedding, the omega finished looking up information about nosebleeds. His phone suddenly slipped to the floor, his lips trembling uncontrollably as tears welled up in his eyes, choking back sobs.
“It’s… it’s over. Ji Yanxing has cancer…!”
The delicate youth curled up under the blankets, soon poking out a disheveled, tearful cat head. The little furball jumped onto the big bed, rolling around and fussing, beating his chest in despair!
No way…
Sea Urchin Prince, you can’t die! QwQ
At breakfast the next day, Mi Su, who usually could chat about everything under the sun with the elders (though often talking past each other), remained completely silent. His eyelids were slightly swollen, and the rims of his eyes were tinged with a faint, pitiful red.
Ji Yanxing was similarly silent, his face expressionless.
Only the soft clinks of cutlery and dishes sounded across the table. Even the pulp gradually settling in the juice glasses seemed burdened with heavy thoughts.
Chairman Ji glanced at his wife—what was going on with the kids this time?
Mrs. Ji shook her head; she really couldn’t tell.
It wasn’t until Mi Su took the initiative to place an omelet roll on Ji Yanxing’s plate that the strange silence was broken. “Husband, you should eat more!”
If he died, he wouldn’t get to eat anymore.
Thinking this, Mi Su was overcome with sorrow. His little mouth trembled slightly, and he bit his lip to hold back tears.
He had checked last night; treatment required a lot of money, but Ji Yanxing’s black card couldn’t be used for medical bills. No wonder he wasn’t seeking treatment—he already knew.
It was truly too pitiful.
CEO Ji, who had spent the night fantasizing about doing bad things to someone, paused, his handsome face stiffening slightly. “…Thank you.”
The Ji parents exchanged looks, rose from the table after just a few bites, intentionally leaving the two alone.
Ji Yanxing ate this meal with a guilty conscience.
The delicate one must have been terrified by his state last night—a tall, imposing alpha looming over him with a dark expression and a nosebleed.
The scene was laughably ridiculous, like a roughneck trying to maintain a cold, ascetic persona while being completely debauched at heart, filled with the contradictory sense of “this marriage-of-convenience partner is so annoying, I want to drill into him to shut him up.”
Alongside the embarrassment and guilt, Ji Yanxing also realized one thing—
He and Mi Su couldn’t communicate.
This little arranged marriage partner was well-behaved and cute, and he would listen to you talk, but only up to a point.
Because he simply didn’t understand.
Ji Yanxing sighed inwardly. “Where have you been, leaving early and coming back late these past few days?”
“I went…” Mi Su swallowed the words ‘cat café’. “I went out to look for a job. I’m a junior in college; they all say I can do internships or work now.”
Calculating the astronomical medical bills, Mi Su vowed to work at the cat café for eight hundred years to save Ji Yanxing from his plight.
His delicate brows furrowed tightly as he clenched his little fists firmly. “I don’t want to be a useless person!”
With that, the omega slapped the table, stood up, and without any explanation, went straight out the door, leaving behind a Ji Yanxing with a complicated expression.
Could it really be so? And yet, he had misunderstood Mi Su all this time.
The alpha pressed a hand to his aching conscience. When his assistant called to report the day’s schedule, stating he needed to meet with business partners soon and attend an industry summit in the afternoon, Ji Yanxing had no time to dwell on it further and had to focus on work for now.
…
“How’s this? Handsome, beautiful, just like a big star, right?”
“This afternoon, my brother is hosting an industry summit, and my idol is definitely going! I have to be the best-dressed person there!”
Xiao Yu, dressed in a flamboyant pink suit, adjusted his collar, repeatedly asking the chocolate-colored kitten loafing on the Maneki-neko statue. He struck about eight hundred different poses per minute, preening like a peacock and madly taking selfies in the mirror.
Little Mi Su lay listlessly, flattened into a pancake. “Meow.”
“You seem so down today?” Xiao Yu asked nervously. “Are you sick?”
The little furball straightened up, indicating he was perfectly fine.
It was another, pitiful soul who was sick.
His fluffy black paws worked quickly, leading Xiao Yu into the room. He pressed a paw firmly on the pet communication button: “Gong Xi Fa Cai!”
Then, as if stepping on an electrical switch, he started pressing it madly—tap tap tap!
“Gong Xi Fa Cai, Gong Xi Fa Cai, Gong Xi Fa Cai…”
After spending some time together, Xiao Yu had also figured out a bit of the kitten’s personality. He asked incredulously, “Do you want to earn more money? Just how many stray cat underlings are you planning to feed? That’s some serious hustle!”
The little puffball nodded, looking at him expectantly.
Xiao Yu thought for a moment. “Come with me in the car to a place. There actually is a part-time gig I can introduce to you.”
…
At the hotel conference center, guests gathered in large numbers.
A red carpet was rolled out, stretching all the way to the end.
A white luxury car pulled to a smooth stop. Just the sight of its youthful, stylish design made one wonder what kind of noble, proud young master was inside.
A doorman opened the car door, saying respectfully, “Esteemed guest, please.”
What stepped onto the red carpet wasn’t the expected pair of domineering CEO-style black leather shoes, but it was close. A sleek, jet-black little cat’s paw extended out, a round, paw-like shape landing firmly on the red carpet.