Jiang Ruobai’s body stiffened for a moment, and then he fiercely pushed Pei Sichen away, roaring with uncontrollable anger: “Pei Sichen, you madman! You are a madman!”
“A madman?” Pei Sichen laughed playfully. He picked up the chain dangling on the floor with a frivolous attitude and held it in his palm, squinting his eyes as he teased: “Did you only just find out that I am a madman?”
“Jiang Ruobai, do not provoke my anger. You do not want to know the consequences.” He applied a slight force to his fingers and pulled gently, causing Jiang Ruobai to stumble forward and collapse onto the bed.
“Jiang Ruobai, no one will want a tainted beta. There are only two paths before you now. One is to stay peacefully by my side until I grow tired of you. The other is that my dozen or so subordinates have not had their fill yet. You can go back and let them continue playing with you until you have repaid the 500,000 you stole from me.”
“But that 500,000 was clearly given to me by you!” Jiang Ruobai pressed his hands against his chest, saying unwillingly.
“But I did not tell you to run away with my money. Baby, you really take me for a fool.” Pei Sichen said viciously. The rum-scented pheromones crushed down like a tidal wave, acting like sharp blades ready to slice the flesh off Jiang Ruobai’s body piece by piece.
Jiang Ruobai’s head swam, suffering from the torment of Pei Sichen’s pheromones. He turned his head away, weeping in near-despair: “Pei Sichen, please let me go. I beg you. I will return your money. I will definitely return it.”
Pei Sichen pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth and pinched Jiang Ruobai’s chin, forcing the man to look at him. Those beautiful eyes were now filled with tears of terror, crystal clear like beautiful gemstones.
He truly loved the way Jiang Ruobai looked when crying beneath him, especially in bed. Those expressive eyes were always prettiest when they were moist.
He lowered his head and kissed the corner of his eye, pityingly saying: “Do not be afraid, baby. Because of your uniqueness, I am willing to pamper you. Stay by my side peacefully and put away your unrealistic fantasies. This is the last chance I will give you.”
Jiang Ruobai was filled with sorrow and indignation. The absurdity of it all made him feel as if he were in a nightmare.
“Pei Sichen, I am just a beta. Why can you not just…”
“Hush, baby. Think clearly before you speak. Do not waste your last chance.” Pei Sichen warned.
His fingers slid down to his abdomen step by step, tracing unknown shapes on the delicate skin.
“Tell me, if a life belonging to you and me were conceived here, would you still dare to run?”
“Pei Sichen, I am a beta.” Jiang Ruobai tilted his head back in humiliation, closing his eyes, feeling only endless desolation.
“It does not matter. There will always be a way. You know me; there is nothing I cannot achieve. It is just a matter of changing you to a set of Omega glands. That is not a difficult task for me.” Pei Sichen’s eyes revealed madness, seemingly imagining the sight of Jiang Ruobai carrying his child, feebly leaning on his side.
Jiang Ruobai understood that Pei Sichen was not bluffing; he really could do it.
Tears flowed like a flooded lake. Unable to suppress the grief and bitterness in his heart, he grabbed Pei Sichen’s arm as if clutching a life-saving straw, trembling and begging: “Pei Sichen, I will listen to you. I will listen to everything you say. I beg you, do not treat me like this. Do not do that.”
Seeing Jiang Ruobai trembling all over and crying miserably, Pei Sichen smiled in satisfaction. He patted his back, pulled him into his arms, and softly consoled him: “Do not cry, baby. As long as you are obedient, I will not do that. After all, with your status, you are not qualified to carry my child yet, are you?”
As the sole heir of the Pei family, naturally, his child would be the next master of the Pei family. With Jiang Ruobai’s status, it was impossible for him to be recognized by the family, nor did he have the qualification to carry the successor of the Pei family.
“That is good. That is good.” Jiang Ruobai muttered softly.
What sounded like an insult was, to Jiang Ruobai, the best possible news. He could not accept being transformed into an Omega. He was a normal man; if that were really done to him, he would die.
He felt like a sinner granted a reprieve, possessing the qualification for release, inexplicably feeling a sense of survival after a disaster.
But this sense of relief was soon shattered by reality.
“However, if you dare to run again, I will personally turn you into an Omega, break your legs, and lock you in a cage I have meticulously crafted for you. If you become pregnant, you will give birth to the child, and I will strangle him right in front of your face.”
Jiang Ruobai looked at Pei Sichen in disbelief, repeatedly shocked by his indifference and brutality.
Yet, Pei Sichen did not feel there was anything wrong with his words. Family ties meant nothing to him. All he wanted was an obedient Jiang Ruobai. As for a child destined to be abandoned from birth, he would not mind using the child as a bargaining chip to threaten Jiang Ruobai.
“Do not look at me like that, baby. I am willing to love you sincerely, provided that you are obedient enough.”
This “carrot and stick” attitude was something an ordinary person like Jiang Ruobai could not handle. His contest with Pei Sichen was doomed to be at a disadvantage from the very beginning.
Attempting to shake a tree with a mayfly was destined to be a tragedy.
Jiang Ruobai seemed to lose all strength to resist, lowering his eyes and helplessly compromising: “I will be obedient. I will be obedient.”
Faced with Jiang Ruobai’s compromise, Pei Sichen suddenly began to behave viciously.
“But what should I do? You are tainted now, and I find it a bit disgusting.”
These light words deeply stung Jiang Ruobai. The unbearable memories in his mind and the pain he had deliberately suppressed surged up all at once, driving him mad.
His sanity collapsed, and his fragile nerves could not withstand the destruction. The pain summoned by the devil submerged him in an ocean of misery. Ironically, the only person he could seek help from now was the very architect of all his pain.
Like a shipwreck survivor grabbing the final piece of driftwood, he pulled Pei Sichen’s arm, begging: “No, no! This is not what I wanted! Please help me. I do not want this. I do not want this!”
Pei Sichen hugged Jiang Ruobai tightly, but his expression turned cold as ice where Jiang Ruobai could not see.
“It is okay. I will help you wash clean.”
His glands were bitten until they bled again, and a large amount of pheromones was forcibly injected into that resistant body. Jiang Ruobai’s pupils dilated as he was forced step by step into the deeper darkness.
The torture of the past few days gave Jiang Ruobai a severe illness. The housekeeper went to fetch a doctor overnight.
After the examination, the doctor sighed several times, but hindered by Pei Sichen’s menacing aura, he did not dare to say anything. He simply prescribed medicine and set up an IV for Jiang Ruobai.
Jiang Ruobai was burning with a high fever, drifting between chills and heat.
Pei Sichen lay beside Jiang Ruobai, silently watching his sleeping face.
Jiang Ruobai seemed to have lost weight. A body that was not particularly strong to begin with was now so thin it seemed a gust of wind could blow him over. But that was fine. Pei Sichen believed he could fatten him back up. Although he had never raised a pet, he believed that as long as the feed was expensive, there was no worry about not raising it well.
Pei Sichen had originally intended to stay with Jiang Ruobai quietly for the night, but he truly underestimated how much of a handful Jiang Ruobai was.
The sixth time he tucked the blanket back around Jiang Ruobai after the man had kicked it off, Pei Sichen, with a dark expression, could not help but kick Jiang Ruobai. But this light kick not only failed to deter him, it was as if it flipped a switch, and Jiang Ruobai began to toss and turn even more energetically.
He rolled back and forth on the bed, muttering in his sleep that he was a glutinous rice ball and that the fire was too big; he was about to be boiled.
Pei Sichen feared he would dislodge the IV needle, so he wrapped him in the quilt and tucked in the four corners to prevent him from moving around. As a result, not long after he settled down, he began to cry.
He cried while calling out for his mother and telling Pei Sichen that he was hot, demanding that Pei Sichen hold a fan and fan him.
Pei Sichen looked at Jiang Ruobai, who was delirious with fever, endured and endured, and finally turned his back, not prepared to pay any attention to him.
Having never served anyone in his life, the young master naturally had no awareness of how to take care of a patient. He thought that as long as he did not die from the fever, he could toss and turn all he liked.
But Pei Sichen clearly underestimated how fragile a patient’s emotions could be. When Pei Sichen ignored him, Jiang Ruobai just kept crying, whimpering in Pei Sichen’s ear with a hoarse voice, as if the person across from him was some cold-blooded monster.
Annoyed by Jiang Ruobai’s crying, Pei Sichen jumped up abruptly. He wondered if he should just throw Jiang Ruobai out.
After a fierce mental struggle, Pei Sichen took a deep breath. Looking at Jiang Ruobai, whose face was flushed red with fever, he angrily picked up a document from the table and started serving as a manual electric fan for Jiang Ruobai, one swipe at a time.
“Jiang Ruobai, you had better remember your ridiculous behavior tonight tomorrow, or else I will throw you into the river!” Pei Sichen said through gritted teeth.
The young master, who had lived for over twenty years, had never been this considerate to anyone; even he felt he had gone mad.
As for the other party, Jiang Ruobai, he had already lost all consciousness, sinking into a deep sleep.