Sheng Xuanzhu lifted the omega’s chin with the tip of his shoe. Tears mixed with sweat clung to the polished leather, and he frowned in disgust.
“Why did you take the medicine yourself?”
The omega was too tormented to form a complete sentence. “Mr. Xuan… you didn’t come… I… I couldn’t bear it… couldn’t help it~”
Nuo Feng’s voice was thin and soft, paired with a face meticulously sculpted by cosmetic procedures. Even the slight upward curve of his eyes carried a seductive allure.
Faced with this living, breathing scene of debauchery, Sheng Xuanzhu felt not the slightest stirring of desire. Even as he watched the omega tremble in agony, no trace of pity crossed his heart.
“Nuo Feng.”
A single low utterance from Sheng Xuanzhu made the omega’s entire body tense up. The hand that had been seeking pleasure slipped away uncontrollably.
“It hurts!”
That same cry of “It hurts!” flooded Sheng Xuanzhu’s mind with the memory of Shen Que’s soft plea when he had been pinched earlier.
Thinking of that soft yet stubborn little kitten sent a warm current trickling through the man’s heart.
He’s probably at home alone right now, curled up in bed, lost in thought.
“Mr. Xuan… Mr. Xuan” Nuo Feng suddenly spoke up, twisting his body in a plea for the alpha’s mercy.
In the past, Sheng Xuanzhu would have released a bit of pheromones to soothe him, after all, that scent of wine was so reminiscent of Wen Zhibai.
But now, he suddenly didn’t want to do that anymore.
He felt the tenderness of an alpha’s pheromones should be reserved for someone else.
Sheng Xuanzhu took a pill from his pocket, violently gripped Nuo Feng’s cheeks, pried his mouth open, and mercilessly shoved it inside.
The pill, nearly the size of his throat, lodged in his esophagus, moving up and down. Nuo Feng choked, frantically pounding his chest and coughing.
Sheng Xuanzhu pulled a tissue from the table and wiped the grime from the tip of his shoe. “Take good care of your gland. If I catch you secretly taking medicine again, your gland will belong to me.”
Nuo Feng nodded desperately.
Sheng Xuanzhu bent down, drew a long tube of pheromone fluid from the person’s gland as if it were routine, then turned and left without a backward glance.
Sheng Xuanzhu didn’t go home. Instead, he took a detour to find Xie Lan.
Xie Lan, who had just returned home ready to enjoy a comfortable sleep, never expected to find this living incarnation of the King of Hell at his door. The smile on his face vanished completely, replaced by a look of profound suffering as he considered shutting the man out.
In the end, Xie Lan let him in and brought him a cup of coffee.
“How is Nuo Feng?”
“Same as always.”
Sheng Xuanzhu took a small sip, hesitating for a moment before asking, “Does the medicine you gave him damage an omega’s gland?”
“No,” Xie Lan answered bluntly.
That was strange. Why had he recently lost interest in the wine scent he had once been so fervently drawn to?
Xie Lan noticed his unusual demeanor. “What’s wrong?”
“Investigate whether there might be any unknown side effects.” Sheng Xuanzhu took out the pheromone fluid and handed it to him.
“The transplant surgery can be performed in the third year of medication,” Xie Lan said, storing it away as if he often helped with such tasks. “What about Shen Que…”
Sheng Xuanzhu rubbed the coffee cup.
Two years ago, shortly after he had forcibly married Shen Que, he attended a banquet under the identity of Mr. Xuan. Several businessmen had drugged a young omega’s drink. The scent of wine instantly exploded in the hall, and many alphas lost their composure. The frenzied alphas caused the omega to secrete pheromones wildly.
The rich aroma of wine was strikingly similar to Wen Zhibai’s.
Sheng Xuanzhu nearly collapsed, and it was Xie Lan who escorted him out of the cocktail party.
He discovered that the omega was Nuo Feng, a minor actor desperate for fame, whose pheromone scent was plum wine. Only during glandular turmoil or under extreme stress could it secrete a fragrance similar to Wen Zhibai’s.
However, Nuo Feng’s appearance was entirely different from Wen Zhibai’s, which filled Sheng Xuanzhu with a sense of guilt akin to infidelity every time he saw him. Thus, he had Xie Lan use medication to satisfy his craving for Nuo Feng’s pheromones while altering Nuo Feng’s glands so they could be transplanted onto Shen Que at the appropriate time.
In this way, the Wen Zhibai he desired would return.
But now, upon reflection, the idea of completely transforming Shen Que into his Wen Zhibai no longer seemed so thrilling.
“Check the condition of Nuo Feng’s glands.”