Chapter 72 Mandatory Provisions A small, neat scar on the gland...

It rained all night, and Wen Han thought there was a hole in the sky. He got dressed, opened the door, and found the living room empty.

Did Wen Qingke oversleep? Wen Han pushed open his bedroom door: "Dad, what time is it?"

Wen Qingke was still sleeping when Wen Han woke him up: "Your teacher sent a message saying you don't need to go to school this morning, we'll see how things go this afternoon."

How could the school be so kind as to give them a holiday?

Unable to fall back asleep after waking up, Wen Han noticed a lingering musty smell in the house. She opened the living room window to ventilate the room and was surprised to find that the outside was flooded.

"Oh my god." Wen Han's last memory of heavy rain flooding the ground was back in elementary school.

Their home is located in a low-lying area near Linjin. Right now, the floodwaters are at least knee-deep, and various kinds of garbage, leaves, and dead rats are floating on the murky surface.

Wen Qingke glanced at the gloomy sky outside: "I wonder if it will rain this afternoon."

They were eating breakfast while watching TV, something they hadn't done in a long time; at this early hour, the only thing on TV was the news.

Wen Qingke exclaimed in surprise, "Huh? Hanhan, this Jing Feng looks a lot like Jing Yu."

"His surname is Jing, not Wang or Li. Haven't you ever considered that they might be related?"

"Oh," Wen Qingke said awkwardly, "So this suppression patch was developed by their company. The company even gave some to the employees a few days ago, but we don't really need it."

Wen Ruo said, "Maybe people with unpleasant pheromones would use it, so they wouldn't have to worry about being discriminated against."

I had eaten most of my breakfast when a police siren sounded outside.

“This happens when you can’t leave the house.” Wen Ruan listened for a while. “The government reminds us every day that we should keep inhibitors at home.”

“Anyway, there’s a pharmacy at the entrance of every residential area, so it’s normal that people are too lazy to buy more,” Wen Qingke said. “There are three pharmacies near our residential area.”

If it were just their mating season, it wouldn't be a big deal. The problem is that this thing can make everyone around them molt too. That could cause chaos and paralyze traffic on an entire street.

The rainwater flowed into the river through the sewers, the floodwaters in the neighborhood receded, and the sirens outside gradually disappeared.

The school cannot leave them at home for an entire afternoon; they are required to come to school at a set time to study.

Wen Han sighed and went to school with her schoolbag on her back.

*

"I wish it would rain heavily this afternoon too." Fang Songxia looked completely dejected. "I don't want to go to school."

"What are you thinking about?" If it weren't for the government's strict regulations, Wen Han felt that the school would make them rush to school even if it was raining heavily.

Jing Yu had a band-aid on the back of his neck, and Wen Han thought he was there to sell pain relief patches, so she joked with a smile, "Does your company have to advertise its own products?"

After Jing Yu sat down, Wen Han realized that the suppression patch was different from the one Jing Zhao had shown him before.

…This time it's a real band-aid.

"What happened?" Wen Han asked. "How did your gland get injured?"

Jing Yu obediently replied, "I didn't notice."

Wen Han frowned and said, "You're so careless. Aren't glands supposed to be very important and delicate? I think you should wear a scarf when it's cold."

The homeroom teacher walked in and saw them still making a racket: "Classmates, stop chatting! We've fallen behind everyone else!"

Fang Songxia whispered, "If he just talks less during class, it'll be fine."

The entire class was spent discussing homework, and Wen Han, who was originally full of energy, became listless.

He lay on the table, lost in thought, when out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jing Yu's slender fingers stroking something on a piece of paper.

"Is he reciting his lessons?" Wen Han yawned and got up, about to see what he was doing, when she caught a glimpse of the head teacher walking in.

"Oh my god." Wen Han quickly turned her head away. Jing Yu was stunned for a moment, then leaned closer and asked with a smile, "Wen Han, what's wrong?"

"The Dean of Students! He's probably memorized my face by now." I wonder if the Dean of Students' sprained back has fully healed yet.

The head of the teaching department and several others carrying boxes asked, "Where is the class monitor?"

The squad leader quickly ran over.

How many Alphas and Omegas are there in your class?

Wen Han cautiously raised her head; the class monitor and the dean of students were talking about something.

After a while, the head of student affairs left, and the class monitor started handing out notices. He walked over to Wen Han's desk and only gave one to Jing Yu; Yang Lanjun and Fang Songxia also received notices.

"What is this? I don't have any."

"Students who just received their notification slips," the class monitor called out from the podium, "come up here and collect your suppression stickers."

Wen Han stared blankly as Jing Yu went to the podium to collect the suppression patches, which contained about a month's supply.

He took the notice and read it. It said that for high school students and below, the depression patches would be provided free of charge by the government. The requirement was that they had to wear the depression patches every day.

Wen Han asked in a low voice, "Why so fast? Did your family... invite people to dinner?"

Jing Yu couldn't help but laugh. After a while, he gently shook his head: "When this project was approved, the government had already expressed its willingness to cooperate."

Wen Han wasn't jealous of the Jing family's good fortune at the moment; he only knew that his own stocks would soon be soaring faster than bamboo shoots.

Fang Songxia first removed one and put it back on, then twisted her neck: "It's still a bit stuffy to wear."

"You idiot," Wen Han said, "You put it on so tightly it's all wrinkled, no wonder you feel uncomfortable."

He carefully removed the patch from the back of Fang Songxia's neck, smoothed it out, and then reapplied it: "Isn't it much better now?"

"It's much better," Fang Songxia asked. "Can you still smell my pheromones?"

Wen Han took a look and said, "I can't smell it anymore."

He turned around and saw Jing Yu holding the anti-inflammatory patch and looking at him expectantly.

Wen Han sighed, waved, and prepared to apply the suppressant patch for him as well.

Seeing the bandage on Jing Yu's neck, Wen Han hesitated for a moment. Alphas have strong healing abilities, so the minor injury to his gland should be almost healed by now.

Slowly peel off the bandage, and a small scar appears on the gland, the neat incision looking as if it were made with a knife.

As her fingers gently traced the glands, a burst of floral pheromones quickly emerged. Wen Han then realized what she had done and hurriedly applied the suppression patch.

"Thanks."

Wen Han pursed his lips and remained silent; he was certain it was a cut from a knife.

Jing Yu couldn't possibly cut off his own gland, could he? Who could it be? Could it be Gu Cheng and his group causing trouble for Jing Yu?

*

After that class, almost everyone in the school put on their self-suppression patches. Of course, there were also troublemakers, like Gu Chengzhi, who couldn't be persuaded by Wen Ruan.

To Wen Han's surprise, the principal didn't try to persuade him gently this time, but instead called Gu Zong directly.

"Mr. Gu, this is a mandatory regulation by the government, and they will even send people to inspect the school. Gu Cheng will be in trouble for doing this—"

The principal bowed and scraped as he handed his phone to Gu Cheng. Gu Cheng listened to a few words with a cold face, and finally gritted his teeth and went back to the classroom to put on the suppression patch.

"They're really strict," Fang Songxia whispered. "Why are they suddenly making everyone wear this thing?"

"Isolating pheromones is a good thing, otherwise it's easy to induce estrus. Wearing a suppressor patch is better than constantly needing to take suppressants, right?"

"Speaking of which," Fang Songxia said excitedly, "Our stock must have gone up, right? Should I check it when I get home tonight and sell it?"

Wen Han was furious when she heard this: "Sell it? Are you crazy? You'd be a sucker if you sold it now. At least hold it for a few months and let it appreciate several times over."

Fang Songxia said aggrievedly, "I'm nervous about having so much money."

Wen Han found it quite amusing: "It was my own idea to put it in—wait, how much money did you put in?"

“Besides my own money, I also put some of my mom’s money in.”

"...Just tell me directly, how much did you release?"

Fang Songxia whispered, "I have 100,000, and my mother has 500,000."

Wen Han was shocked: "You, aren't you afraid your mom will find out and give you a good beating?"

"I wanted to sell it quickly because I was afraid of being discovered."

"Let's put it aside for now, at least until we've made back the transaction fees."

Although Wen Han said that, Fang Songxia couldn't bear the inner torment on the third night and confessed to Aunt Fang.

"Not bad, you can still hold on for three more days," Wen Han praised. "I thought you would give up on the first day."

"She saw that we made so much money, so she told me to only sell half of it first," Fang Songxia chuckled. "She even praised me for being so good at managing money at such a young age."

After saying that, he handed Wen Han a small cloth bag.

"What's this?"

"My phone," Fang Songxia whispered. "I used the money I earned to buy a new phone, so the old one is no longer needed. You've been wanting to buy a used phone, haven't you? We still have the SIM card here."

"Wow!" Wen Han's eyes lit up. "That's great! I was just worried about how to get the phone number."

Even if they had money, Wen Qingke wouldn't allow them to have cell phones. Without parental accompaniment, he couldn't get a cell phone number by himself.

——

With a cell phone, Wen Han would sneak into the bathroom at night after Wen Ruan and the others had fallen asleep and register an account.

Hehe, this day has finally come. Let him test the waters by posting a few scathing comments about Gu Cheng first.

"The eldest son of a certain wealthy man, whose name is not to be mentioned, is acting arrogantly and domineeringly at school, suspected of..."

As expected, everyone loves reading exposés and rants, especially about the secrets of wealthy families. Wen Han's post quickly garnered a flood of replies, with some even secretly guessing that it was Gu Cheng and starting to dig into the Gu family's rise to power and their shady dealings.

Wen Han was about to reply when the page went 404.

What's going on?

Wen Han tried to resend it, but the next second his account was blocked, and even the phone number was restricted from registering another account.

Wen Han: "......" How did they do that?

Wen Han's initial plan to stir up trouble on the internet died at the starting line.

*

"Wen Ruo, you're here." The pet shop owner saw Wen Han. "This is your brother?"

The moment the boss saw Fat Nail, he began to doubt his eyes: "Isn't it unhealthy for your cat to be this big? A fat cat's movement will be restricted."

“No,” Wen Han said. “My cat is all muscle.”

"Okay." The boss gave each of them gloves to prevent them from getting caught.

"Wen Ruo, if all else fails, you can bathe the cats with better temperaments. Leave the aggressive ones to—"

"Leave it to me," Wen Han smiled. "I'll be fine."

"Your brother is an Alpha, so he's stronger."

"I know how to get along with cats, so let me do it."

The boss was very touched, thinking that Wen Han was feeling sorry for her younger brother.