Chapter 4

Song Nanke thought that Yan Heng clearly didn't like him.

It was so strange. When his childhood friend came out from the corner with his arm around his neck, the other man's eyes were dark and he was staring straight at them.

His expression was hard to describe; if I had to say, it was somewhat like a husband catching his wife cheating.

Song Nanke shuddered at the thought—he must be overthinking it.

The noise quickly attracted a nurse. Broken glass had splashed onto Yan Heng's arm, and after cleaning the wound, several pieces of gauze were applied.

It seems that Yan Heng's injury caused his pheromones to surge, which impacted the glass and caused it to shatter.

He personally apologized to the hospital, saying he would compensate them several times over and would also invest in the hospital in the future.

Yan Heng returned to his room and, while drinking water, accidentally splashed water on the back of his hand, which had been injured the day before, due to his difficulty in moving.

There were band-aids on the table, but perhaps because he was too tired, he couldn't stick them on properly, tearing them back and forth, which only made his old wound bleed.

Addiction, injury—everything was because of Song Nanke.

Even though she didn't want to get entangled with the other person, she couldn't stand idly by because of her guilt.

He walked over awkwardly and said, "Let me help you."

Yan Heng raised his eyes, glanced at his childhood friend, and his pupils seemed to hold countless specks of dust. "Is this alright?"

"It's alright, it's alright." The childhood friend quickly waved his hand. "If you need any services from my Nan Ke, just let me know."

"Get out of here!" Song Nanke glared at her childhood friend and kicked his chair hard. "Buy some drinks and come back."

"Back when I liked her, I called her 'Sweetie,' but now I call her 'Old Cow.' Hey, stop kicking me! I'm leaving, I'm leaving, okay?"

Under Song Nanke's sharp gaze, his childhood friend quickly left.

Yan Heng smiled and said, "You two have a very good relationship."

"Not bad." Song Nanke was carefully applying tape to his wound. "We've known each other since we were kids."

Just as Yan Heng was about to ask another question, Song Nanke noticed that the man had suddenly fallen silent.

I looked up and met the other person's gaze, which was as deep and heavy as the twilight sky over Chu.

The man moved his hand slightly, and Song Nanke belatedly realized that she might have hurt him.

He let go abruptly, but Yan Heng suddenly grabbed his wrist, his fingertips tracing across his palm.

Did he scratch his own palm?

With his heart pounding, Yan Heng picked up the remote and turned on the TV, breaking the awkward silence.

A gossip news item appeared on it.

"The eldest son of the Yan family and the youngest son of the Lu family have been frequently seen together, leading to suspicions that their marriage is imminent."

The eldest son of the Yan family and the youngest son of the Lu family?

Isn't that Brother Yanheng and the Omega?

Song Nanke was taken aback and couldn't help but glance at Yan Heng cautiously.

But the other person remained expressionless, seemingly calm and undisturbed.

When her beloved Omega was stolen away by her brother, Song Nanke felt that the other man was shining brightly, but he was also being cuckolded.

Song Nanke quickly turned off the TV.

Just as he was about to say something, the doctor came in and said that Yan Heng's condition was not good. He had an endocrine disorder and was injured, and now he was showing signs of pheromone imbalance—this disease was very serious and had a certain mortality rate.

"Regular inhibitors won't work for you. Either have someone who can soothe you draw glandular fluid and inject it into you every day, or—"

The doctor paused slightly, adjusted his glasses,

"Are you married? If you are, it's even simpler. Just have sex with your partner every day, and have a check-up a month later. Your glands should be able to repair themselves."

After the doctor finished speaking, Yan Heng visibly became depressed—the damaged glands were a huge blow to an Alpha's pride, especially since all of this happened just as his beloved ran into his brother's arms.

Song Nanke suddenly felt guilty.

Because of this feeling, he didn't leave until night and continued to help take care of Yan Heng.

He was tired in the afternoon and fell asleep again.

When I woke up, the room was empty.

After asking around, Song Nanke finally learned that Yan Heng had gone to the top floor.

At that moment, the distant twilight seemed to have broken a violin string, and the shimmering light splashed out, scorching the sky crimson.

Yan Heng stood outside the fence, his trench coat fluttering in the wind, and smoke drifting from his fingertips.

Seriously? You love Omegas that much?

As for having suicidal thoughts because your lover married your brother?

Moreover, glandular injury is not irreversible.

Song Nanke's heart pounded, and she shouted from outside the fence, "Yan Heng, don't jump!"

Yan Heng: "......."

"There are plenty of fish in the sea, why be hung up on just one?"

Song Nanke jumped over the fence and grabbed the man's arm.

"One Omega is nothing, I'll introduce you to ten beautiful Omega women."

The man looked down at him, his pupils like a compass finding its needle again, the darkness suppressed by a sliver of light.

“But my glands are damaged now.” He leaned closer, trapping Song Nanke in his arms, her back pressed against the railing. “How could any Omega still like you?”

The man lifted Yan Heng's chin, his voice barely audible, "You're the one who made me like this, shouldn't you take responsibility?"

"Then what do you want?"

The man did not answer, and Song Nanke was also speechless.

Because he was kissed again.

His heart pounded and vibrated, but Song Nanke kept his lips tightly shut and refused to open them.

Suddenly, he was suspended in mid-air, and the weightlessness made him gasp. Song Nanke could only instinctively wrap his legs around the man.

My mouth was invaded in no time, and I felt a faint numbness.

When they could finally breathe again, Yan Heng had already carried Song Nanke to the edge of the building.

The setting sun, like a golden waterfall bursting through the dome, fell upon the two of them.

I want you.

The light seemed to snap like a chain, and fragments fell into Yan Heng's eyes.

"Song Nanke, give yourself to me as compensation."

A cold wind whistled past Song Nanke's back, and he dared not look back at the road below the eighteenth floor.

He wrapped his arms around the man and clamped his legs tightly around him.

There's always been a feeling that if I reject him, Yan Heng might throw me off.

Sleeping with that girl and she turned out like Yan Heng is a real win for me.

"Okay." Song Nanke hugged Yan Heng and gently pecked his Adam's apple. "I agree."

**

Perhaps it was because Yan Heng had been abstaining for too long that Song Nanke was later subjected to a great deal of torment by him.

First, on the rooftop, the man started to lose control.

The kisses traveled down his earlobe and neck, tearing off several buttons, leaving his shirt hanging in his arms, his shoulders covered in marks.

Song Nanke almost cried out, pressing against the other's firm chest, "No, not here—"

The man's muscles were taut to the extreme. He rubbed the boy's back for a while and breathed on his ear for a long time before the flames in his eyes gradually died down.

Before he had even finished the discharge procedures, as soon as he entered Song Nanke's home, the man pinned him against the wall and showered him with kisses.

When her childhood friend called, Song Nanke was having trouble breathing.

He was held on the dining table, Yan Heng half-kneeling, as if he had suffered a famine, greedily savoring the food.

As Song Nanke ran her fingertips through the man's hair, she tried to hang up, but Yan Heng answered the call before she could.

"Nan Ke, why did you leave so soon? Should I help President Yan with the discharge procedures?"

"good."

The soft, sweet voice sounded almost like it came from him. Song Nanke moved slightly, but Yan Heng held him down.

"Nan Ke, are you working out? Why are you panting so much?"

Song Nanke just wanted to hang up the phone as soon as possible.

The next moment, he almost screamed, and could only desperately cover his mouth.

"Yes, I'm exercising, I'll talk to you in a bit."

It is indeed a sport, but it's not something that can be explained to outsiders.

Song Nanke had difficulty breathing and hung up the phone immediately.

He felt terrible, so Yan Heng let go of him and took off the sandalwood prayer beads from his hand.

Song Nanke's face flushed, and she dared not look at the other person.

When he was lifted up and carried to the bathroom, he was so embarrassed and angry that he punched the other person in the chest.

Yan Heng put him down, but Song Nanke found that his legs were weak and he could not stand up at all.

"No." Yan Heng looked down at him. "You can't stand up on your own."

Upon entering the bathroom, the hot water steamed up, but Song Nanke couldn't help but cross his arms.

The shirt, soaked through, clung to the skin like a cicada's wing, more alluring than complete honesty.

But the awkwardness lasted only a moment; the other party quickly peeled away all his coverings, like peeling a bamboo shoot.

Song Nanke's bones began to tremble, and he kept pushing the other person away from the wall.

But Yan Heng made no further inappropriate moves, simply washing himself with a towel, appearing as a refined gentleman.

Song Nanke was exhausted and leaned against the man, letting him breathe softly on her chest.

"I'll do it myself."

However, Yan Heng finished wiping quickly, and the latter's heart was put at ease again.

“Perfect.” The man’s gaze swept over the room from top to bottom.

Before Song Nanke could even understand Yan Heng's words, he was suddenly turned around and pressed against the cold wall.

Yan Heng possessed a beast-like energy, and after returning to his bedroom, he came twice more.

Later, Song Nanke had no other choice but to softly call for a break, as if he was injured and very sore.

**

Song Nanke later learned that Yan Heng had never been in a relationship.

He has been celibate and abstinent for many years, but now he's breaking his own vows.

Needing it both in the morning and at night, Song Nanke had no choice but to buy repair ointment and apply it whenever he had free time.

He showed the item to Yan Heng, hoping to make the other man restrain himself, but the man developed a new quirk.

With a kiss.

After all that effort of applying it, it all turned into a wasted effort.

A large box of ointment was used up too quickly.

Song Nanke was too tired to move, so Yan Heng cooked for her himself.

Morning and evening, he would half-open his eyes and let the other person feed him bite by bite. When he said he wanted more, he would meet the man's burning gaze.

Almost instantly, Song Nanke, who was walking awkwardly, rushed to work.

Often, when I got to the office, I could still see Yan Heng's Cullinan parked there through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The secretary noticed that Song Nanke's posture had been stiff lately and reminded him that he shouldn't overdo it with exercise, otherwise he might strain his muscles.

Song Nanke couldn't help but think to himself, "I wish I could be more lenient, but would Yan Heng let me off the hook?"

Thank goodness he's an Alpha, otherwise, with him and Yan Heng doing this day and night, he'd probably be carrying five, six, seven, or even eight babies.

A month passed in the blink of an eye, and the two became increasingly compatible, discussing everything from Kant to Nietzsche.

From T.S. Eliot to Jorge Luis Borges, we went to art exhibitions together, attended concerts together, listened to punk rock and symphonic classical music, and even played games in perfect harmony, with you healing and me clearing the way.

Most importantly, Yan Heng developed excellent culinary skills through studying abroad.

It is said that the key to winning a person's heart is their stomach.

Song Nanke felt somewhat captivated by this person's superb cooking skills, and found the food outside increasingly unpalatable.

The day before Valentine's Day, Song Nanke, for reasons unknown, suddenly bought a pair of tie clips—one with a star motif and the other with a moon motif—intending to give them to her partner.

He lay in ambush near the green belt of Yan Heng's villa, preparing to surprise him with a "guess who I am" game.

Would that person be happy?

For the first time, Song Nanke felt a little uneasy.

He hid under the shade of a tree, scrolling through his phone while waiting, and discovered another shocking news story.

Yan Heng's brother canceled the engagement ceremony; he broke up with Omega.

The message, like a shark, suddenly plunged into the depths of my heart.

For some reason, Song Nanke suddenly felt a little restless.

It should have nothing to do with me—this is just an emotional entanglement between Yan Heng's brother and an Omega.

In the distance, a black Cullinan suddenly cut through the tree-lined road, crushing the twilight.

As Yan Heng got out of the car, Song Nanke was about to step out from the shadows of the trees when a white figure suddenly rushed out and hugged Yan Heng tightly.

It's Omega.

Song Nanke didn't remember how he got home. The night was like a curtain falling, obscuring the colorful daylight.

It's time for this to end.

Yan Heng almost committed suicide because of Omega.

As for myself, I was merely healing the other person's wounds out of guilt.

There was nothing between him and him.

The phone rang, tearing through the night. Song Nanke answered it blankly, but Yan Heng's voice came from the other end.

Where are you?

"Yan Heng, a month has passed, and you're almost fully recovered."

His voice was clear and cold.

"My family wants me to go on a blind date." Song Nanke paused for a moment, "Let's break up."