Xie Lan touched the cold medicine tube in his pocket. The pheromone liquid inside was likely already in a state suitable for transplantation.
Even if Nuo Feng’s gland was gradually approaching Shen Que’s condition, with his medical skills, he could ensure there would be no rejection reaction after the transplant. However, if the recipient did not actively cooperate with recovery, the gland would quickly wither.
Sheng Xuanzhu arrived home late at night. Shen Que was already fast asleep.
He was holding a laptop, uncovered by a blanket, having likely fallen asleep while using it.
Sheng Xuanzhu first tried to take the laptop, but Shen Que held it tightly.
As if something he had always protected was about to be snatched away, Shen Que frowned in his sleep, puffing out his cheeks in frustration.
He was dazed and confused.
“Don’t… don’t take my evidence!”
Evidence?
Sheng Xuanzhu lowered his gaze, scanning Shen Que’s trembling eyelashes—damp and delicate—his tightly furrowed brows, and his anxious expression.
He suddenly released the laptop and asked, “What evidence?”
Shen Que hugged the laptop again, shifted into a more comfortable position, and continued sleeping, ignoring him.
Sheng Xuanzhu chuckled softly. The omega before him was sound asleep—how could he possibly answer his question?
He felt that spending too much time with Shen Que had made him a bit foolish too.
“Hmm…” Shen Que murmured softly, mumbling, “Evidence… Nuo Feng lied, bullied… bullied me.”
Hearing this, Sheng Xuanzhu, who had already started to leave, turned back. He instinctively poked the omega’s cheek with his fingertip. “If you don’t show me, who can help you get revenge?”
“No…” Shen Que shook his head, still talking in his sleep. “I won’t show it to the bad person.”
Sheng Xuanzhu couldn’t help but laugh, unusually patient. “Who’s the bad person?”
“Xuan… Mr. Xuan.”
“Why?”
“Hmm… hmm…” Shen Que hesitated for a moment before a tear slid from the corner of his eye, looking pitiful. “Mr. Xuan always smells like other omegas. I don’t like it, but I have no right to argue.”
Sheng Xuanzhu’s heart felt as if it had been struck hard by a bell. “Are you jealous of Nuo Feng?”
Shen Que didn’t answer again, burying his face into the soft pillow as if embarrassed.
“Really.”
The alpha didn’t even notice how indulgent his own words sounded.
Sheng Xuanzhu took the opportunity to slip the laptop out of Shen Que’s arms, then covered him with the blanket. Just as he was about to lean down and kiss the soft omega, he was stopped.
“Smells like alcohol… don’t… don’t like it.”
Sheng Xuanzhu hadn’t expected Shen Que to be so bothered by Nuo Feng’s pheromones, nor had he anticipated that Shen Que would care about him so quickly. It turned out that “Sheng Xuanzhu” held such little weight in his heart.
For a moment, he didn’t know whether to be happy or angry.
In the end, he compromised and went to take a shower. Only when not a trace of alcohol remained on him did the omega allow him into bed.
The sleeping omega was surprisingly bold.
Sensing the pleasant scent of the alpha, the omega actively snuggled closer, nestling into his embrace to continue sleeping.
So Shen Que could be this clingy.
For a moment, Sheng Xuanzhu felt that his past self had been quite foolish.
The omega stopped talking in his sleep, and Sheng Xuanzhu opened the laptop.
He had seen Shen Que use this laptop before and knew the password, so he opened it quickly.
The laptop had automatically gone into sleep mode. The files and videos Shen Que had been watching before falling asleep were still open, so Sheng Xuanzhu had no trouble seeing everything.
Nuo Feng had taken over the dressing room and forced Shen Que out.
Misaligned Lens: To frame Shen Que, Nuo Feng deliberately fell, handed Shen Que the wrong payment QR code, and added strange seasonings to the mousse, causing it to fail to set properly—resulting in an ugly shape and poor taste…
Sheng Xuanzhu’s expression grew darker the more he watched. When he first saw the preview, he only thought it would make Shen Que rely on him, never imagining Shen Que would suffer so much injustice because of it.
And he was powerless to explain these grievances.
Because of Nuo Feng, Shen Que didn’t dare to speak up to him, relying on protecting this evidence to prove his innocence.
Sheng Xuanzhu sent the evidence to the director, then stood up, pulled a cigarette from a hidden compartment, walked to the balcony to light it, and made a phone call.
That night, Shen Que slept very soundly. When he opened his eyes, the chest muscles wrapped in deep crimson silk pajamas were right in front of him, making his heart skip a beat.
“Xuan… Mr. Xuan?” Shen Que had no memory of when Mr. Xuan had returned last night.
“Sleep a little longer.”
It was hard to imagine that the super-disciplined CEO would one day laze in bed.
Sheng Xuanzhu held him close, leaning in with warm breath that made Shen Que stiffen.
Did Mr. Xuan not spend the night with Nuo Feng?
Shen Que didn’t dare move, lying still like a doll.
Shen Que was slightly larger than the average omega, but his skin was surprisingly smooth and tender, as if it could be squeezed to release moisture, soft and comforting to hold.
These thoughts came to Sheng Xuanzhu instinctively, surprising even himself. He realized that his attention and admiration, once centered on Wen Zhibai, were gradually shifting toward Shen Que.
But sensing the gentle and peaceful emotions of the person in his arms, he felt an indescribable sensation in his chest.
He inexplicably enjoyed it—enjoyed that the person in his arms was Shen Que.
“Mr. Xuan, it’s very late,” Shen Que whispered, worried he might delay work.
Sheng Xuanzhu slowly opened his eyes.
His slender, well-defined fingers rubbed the omega’s lips forcefully—soft, pink lips glowing in the morning sunlight.
They looked very kissable.
“Mr. Xuan, don’t delay work.”
Sheng Xuanzhu’s eyes flickered, dark and unreadable, his fingers pressing harder, as if he wanted to tear the mouth off.
“It hurts…!” Shen Que was very sensitive to pain.
Sheng Xuanzhu wished he could tear apart that stubborn, seductive mouth.
“Mr… Mr. Xuan! It hurts!” Shen Que reached out and grabbed his wrist. The warm touch made Sheng Xuanzhu’s head spin.
“Hurting is to make you remember,” Sheng Xuanzhu said in a low voice.
Shen Que didn’t understand. As he struggled, the silk pajama slipped halfway down, revealing a fair, delicate shoulder. The scent gland, wrapped all night, emitted a faint, clear, and enticing fragrance of wood flowers.
The pajamas were so slippery. Shen Que tried to grab them, but the mischievous alpha tugged lightly, exposing even more skin.
Sheng Xuanzhu touched Shen Que.
He knew Shen Que’s body best.
Shen Que wrapped his arms around his neck, shaking his head uneasily.