Chapter 68 Mania and Soothing (Part Two) ...Soon, things became...

The bed, still stained with the pheromones of yesterday's tenderness... was now enveloped in a violent aura and began to shake violently.

Yan Quan struggled to get up, but Yan Ceyan had already pressed down on him, using his knee to hold down Yan Quan's leg, and easily restraining Yan Quan's flailing wrist with one hand.

The rumpled sheets were jumbled and piled up by the chaotic movements. Yan Quan pressed her lower lip hard against Yan Ceyan's, staring intently into his eyes: "Mad dog..."

"Mmm..." Yan Quan's words were instantly swallowed up. Yan Ceyan bit Yan Quan's lips like a wild beast, prying open Yan Quan's teeth and sucking and grinding them roughly and savagely.

"Mmm... Huff..." After the forceful and intense kiss, Yan Ceyan's heavy, warm breath splashed onto Yan Quan's lips.

"A mad dog?" Yan Ceyan stared intently at Yan Quan with bloodshot eyes: "Yes, I am mad."

"I will never let you get away again. Go back to the A Federation and find some shady Alpha! Put a permanent mark on the back of your neck! Get pregnant with some bastard child from who-knows-where!"

Yan Ceyan pulled off the leather belt from his waist and tightly bound Yan Quan's wrists together. The other end of the belt was turned and firmly tied to the headboard.

Yan Ceyan forcefully lifted Yan Quan's chin with his fingers, forcing Yan Quan to look at him, his eyes filled with obsessive madness and a near-desperate possessiveness—

"Yan Quan, you'll never leave me in this lifetime! We're married, legally! You'll always be mine!"

As he spoke, Yan Ceyan roughly ripped off the buttons of Yan Quan's shirt. The action carried a sense of punishment and a assertion of dominance, attempting to force Yan Quan into submission in the most direct and degrading way possible—

Lifetime mark.

“Yan Quan…”

Even if I go to hell, you have to come with me.

With his hands and feet bound, Yan Quan could only watch helplessly as Yan Ceyan bent down.

The tyrannical pheromones of the datura flower poured down, intense and hallucinogenic.

When the soft neck was forcibly exposed, and sharp canine teeth pressed against the glandular cavity...

Yan Ceyan suddenly felt a drop of salty liquid trickle down between his fingers—it was Yan Quan's tear.

When sexual marking occurs, the concentration of Alph pheromones is too high, and omegas will physiologically shed tears. It is said that this is not under the control of the omega himself.

Even though Yan Quan is arrogant and never backs down.

Feeling the drop of liquid slide across the texture of the skin on the back of his hand, in a flash, something seemed to explode in Yan Ceyan's mind—

This doesn't seem to be the first time Yan Quan has cried physiologically like this.

A fragmented piece of information is becoming clearer and clearer...

It seemed to be the same situation—Yan Quan's hands were tied, and he lay helplessly on the messy bed.

Their gazes seemed identical—Yan Quan's eyes, brimming with tears, stared intently at them…

But...it seems so pitiful.

As the Alph essence rained down on that fair and delicate nape, the canine teeth pierced through and penetrated it.

Then came rampant extortion, plundering, and land grabbing...

The locked memories were suddenly pried open, and a burst of intense nerve pain erupted. Yan Ceyan collapsed onto the floor, his head throbbing with pain.

After being freed from Yan Ceyan's sudden restraints, Yan Quan was lying on the bed in disheveled clothes. Although her wrists were still bound by leather belts, she was able to prop herself up on her arms and barely get up.

Yan Ceyan was no longer the ferocious and aggressive man he had been moments before. He was now lying on the ground, his tall body curled up, trembling slightly like a wounded hyena.

"What is that... what is it?"

Yan Quan did not answer Yan Ceyan, turning his back and folding his supple body almost into a thin sheet of paper. He laboriously rubbed the carved protrusions on the bed leg and tugged at the buckle of the belt.

After a difficult struggle, Yan Quan's wrists were worn red and chafed, and the knot finally came loose.

Throughout the entire process, Yan Quan could feel Yan Ceyan's gaze following him like a magnet—

Even though this mad dog was lying on the ground with a headache and sweating profusely, it still kept its dark, vertical pupils fixed on Yan Quan.

"Yan Ceyan, a headache means you're about to remember."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Quan suddenly struggled and completely unbuckled the belt.

Jumping out of bed, just a second before stepping out the door, Yan Quan glanced at Yan Ceyan, who had collapsed to the ground, her eyes flashing with a complex expression: "Idiot—"

Yan Quan said this first, then bit her lip with a slight tremor: "You'll regret it."

"We are completely finished."

Stepping out of her room and into the empty living room, Yan Quan took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

First, Yan Quan took out his phone and dialed Secretary Wang's number.

“Secretary Wang,” Yan Quan’s voice was frighteningly calm, carrying an unquestionable authority:

“Listen carefully to what I’m about to say and execute it immediately: First, keep a close watch on all of Yan’s core assets and accounts. No one may move any funds without my signature. Second, keep a close eye on my father, Yan Zhengdong! He’s just been released on bail, and I need to know everything about him—who he’s met, what he’s said! Report any unusual activity to me immediately!”

After hanging up the phone, Yan Quan didn't hesitate at all and immediately dialed another number—Yu Liang.

The phone rang for a long time before being answered, and Yu Liang's somewhat hoarse voice came from the other end:

Ignoring the chaotic noise from the club across the street, Yan Quan cut to the chase, his voice cold and clear: "Yu Liang, no need for nonsense. I know you're in cahoots with Yan Ceyan."

"Let's make a deal."

"How much did Yan Ceyan pay you? I can definitely offer him a higher price."

"All the shares of the Yan Group that I hold," Yan Quan said, enunciating each word clearly, "I can transfer them all to you. The condition is that you must immediately prepare a large sum of US dollars in cash that I can use at any time."

Yan Quan knew that this large sum of money was extremely attractive to Yu Liang, who was eager for upward mobility.

But there was no immediate response on the other end of the phone; there was a silence of more than ten seconds.

"Heh, is this about money...?" Yu Liang chuckled, his voice carrying a dark, satisfied glint in his eyes: "Yan Quan..."

"So you've finally come back to me again."

"How about it? You've finally seen through Yan Ceyan's true colors this time... He'd love to tear you to pieces."

"That's how it is on the show, and it was the same seven years ago. He's nowhere near as good as I am to you..."

"Yu Liang." Yan Quan had no time for negotiation and interrupted him decisively: "You only need to answer, deal or no deal?"

A suffocating silence fell on the other end of the phone. Yu Liang laughed, a slightly exaggerated laugh. His dark, low voice carried a barely perceptible tension.

"Yan Quan, you know, as long as you're willing..."

"You made the wrong choice seven years ago, but if you change your mind now and stay with me..."

"In short, deal or no deal?" Yan Quan coldly gripped the phone receiver and repeated himself, once again silencing Yu Liang before he could finish his sentence.

"..." Yu Liang forced out a dry, mocking laugh. "Yan Quan, you're a real cold-blooded bitch."

"..." Yan Quan's finger had already moved to the hang-up button.

“3, 2…” Yan Quan counted down softly.

“1—” Before Yan Quan could finish speaking, Yu Liang answered with a light laugh through gritted teeth:

"Okay, I agree to the deal."

"Go to the company now. I have a blank equity transfer agreement in my office safe. We'll sign it in person." Yan Quan hung up the phone decisively.

"See you at the Yan's Building in an hour."

The silver sedan sped along the city streets, like a blur.

However, just as Yan Quan's car was about to reach the Yan Group Building and was waiting at a red light at a relatively quiet intersection, an unexpected incident occurred...

A black minivan suddenly darted out from the side, driving in the wrong direction, defying conventional traffic rules.

Yan Quan reacted quickly and slammed on the brakes, but the driver of the other car seemed to have no regard for his life and accelerated straight toward Yan Quan.

"Bang—" A deafening crash suddenly erupted over the city streets!

The driver's side airbag deployed, and the screeching sound, along with a strong sense of dizziness, instantly swept over me.

In the last second before completely losing consciousness, Yan Quan's blurred vision saw a black sedan not far away on a street corner, where Yan Zhengdong sat with a gloomy face and a cold, smug smile on his lips.

Beside him sat Secretary Wang, whose expression was complicated.

In an instant, countless fragments of memories flashed through Yan Quan's mind—

But strangely, these memories are unrelated to the conspiracy, nor to the "mastermind" Yan Zhengdong...

Instead, it was an extremely torrential downpour.

In Yan Quan's life memories, there were few instances of such devastating and devastating rainstorms.

If that day hadn't come, all the hatred and conspiracies wouldn't have spread to this point, and all the entanglements would have ended seven years ago.

*The dividing line of memories, the beginning*

Seven years ago, after the bidding fell through and a rooftop suicide occurred.

The world was soaked white and swollen, and the halo of the streetlights turned into blurry and damp yellow spots in the rain.

Yan Ceyan stood under the dimmest halo of light, his whole body almost blending into the gray walls of the apartment building.

Yan Quan never expected that Yan Ceyan would find his way here.

After all, he had cut off all communication. He evaded Yan Zhengdong's surveillance and secretly carried out the immigration procedures for Federation A.

"Splash, splash—" The rain poured down like torrents of stones, crashing against the crumbling tiles and bricks. Hearing Yan Quan walk down the stairs step by step, Yan Ceyan finally looked up.

His stiff hair was completely ripped apart, lying limply over Yan Ceyan's forehead, with water droplets constantly dripping from the ends of his hair, the tip of his nose, and his chin.

The rain fell rapidly, and Yan Ceyan couldn't open his eyes, so he could only squint, his eyelashes covered with heavy water droplets.

His lips, chilled by the cold, had turned an unnatural bluish-purple. Yan Ceyan's first words to Yan Quan were low and hoarse:

"It's gone."

Sentences lacking a subject are utterly confusing.

The sound was so soft that Yan Quan could hear it even less.

So Yan Quan could only frown coldly—

"Yan Ceyan, what are you doing here?"

If all goes well, the college entrance examination will be held in a few days.

Yan Ceyan is going to the Northwest Theater Military Academy, which has very high academic requirements.

"..." Yan Ceyan didn't speak. He just stood there stubbornly, without the pheromone-blocking patch on the back of his neck. The thin white T-shirt he wore clung tightly to his body, clearly outlining a scar on his back.

That was when Yan Ceyan jumped from the rooftop and was cut by a sharp metal object protruding from the window.

S-class Alphas possess formidable physical abilities; they can jump from buildings tens of meters high and only suffer superficial injuries.

"Tsk." Yan Quan stared at the scar that was bleeding, and couldn't help but bite her lip.

"Does the wound still hurt?"

Yan Ceyan kept his eyes fixed on Yan Quan and mechanically shook his head.

No wonder it hurts... Her heart ached and clenched unbearably, but Yan Quan still maintained a cool and aloof demeanor.

"Yan Ceyan. Move aside, don't block the way."

The rising, murky rain soaked his sneakers, and as they passed each other, Yan Ceyan suddenly gripped Yan Quan's wrist tightly.

"..." Yan Quan looked up and met Yan Ceyan's eyes in astonishment—only then did Yan Quan realize that Yan Ceyan's eyes were filled with a layer of mist.

It looks like it's about to break.

It turns out that even someone as hard and stubborn as Yan Ceyan can break down.

"Yan Ceyan, you wouldn't..." Yan Quan's lips trembled slightly as he uttered words he himself couldn't believe.

You don't still want to get back together with me, do you?

Deceiving people with tender documents, throwing away rings, saying hurtful things... No one knows better than Yan Quan how despicable he was for doing these things.

Logically speaking, Yan Quan should have already been blocked and deleted, and people should be spitting and cursing him as a "scumbag".

Can……

It's obvious that Yan Ceyan is not a normal person.

Yan Ceyan is a mad dog.

"...?!" Yan Quan was blocked at the stairwell by Yan Ceyan, his back pressed against the cold wall.

The next second, Yan Quan's jaw was forcefully pulled upward by Yan Ceyan, forcing him to open his mouth.

"Mmm..." His breath was stolen in an instant. Yan Ceyan roughly captured Yan Quan's lips, abandoning all reason, like a person who had been thirsty for many days in the desert suddenly encountering water.

They sucked and bit with fiery passion and madness.

“…Ugh, let…let go…” Yan Quan tried to struggle in confusion, but Yan Ceyan’s broad palm pressed down on her, pressing her tighter and tighter.

"Fuck..." Yan Quan's lips were swollen and numb from being kissed so much that he couldn't make a sound. He could only curse in his heart: "Yan Ceyan, you bastard..."

The fierce wind and torrential rain pounded against the stone slabs and brutally ravaged the delicate branches... Soon, things became increasingly out of control.

Yan Quan's nose was filled with a strong scent of datura flower pheromones... a lethal dose, almost enough to make someone faint.

Yan Ceyan's body temperature was also rising rapidly, his veins were bulging and knotted, and even faintly revealed a terrifying crimson color, as if what was flowing through his body was not blood, but scorching lava.

The torrential rain poured down on Yan Ceyan's skin, and was instantly evaporated into white water vapor by the terrifying heat.

"Yan Ceyan?!" Yan Quan no longer cared about struggling, because an even more terrifying word suddenly flashed into his mind—"mania".

According to Yan Zhengdong, Yan Ceyan's manic episodes could cause him to "burn himself to death."

"Yan Ceyan, are you an idiot?!"

Yan Quan felt like he was being crushed by Yan Ceyan's terrifyingly strong and warm embrace. He shouted angrily, "I told you to stay away from me!"

"You're about to burn to death, don't you know that?!"

But this warning came too late; Yan Ceyan ignored it and had lost all basic awareness.

The whites of his eyes were now swallowed by crimson blood vessels, and two leaping, spinning, violent flames seemed to flicker between his pupils.

With one hand restraining Yan Quan's movements, and the other violently dismantling the pheromone-blocking ring, Yan Ceyan's canines pressed heavily against the back of Yan Quan's neck.

This is the most primitive reproductive instinct of Alpha.

Once the sharp canines pierce the reproductive cavity, this overwhelming invasion will become unstoppable.

At this crucial moment, Yan Quan, who had been struggling, suddenly stopped moving, allowing Yan Ceyan to use his lips and teeth to rub and rub against the omega gland on the back of his neck.

"Yan Ceyan...you did this on purpose, didn't you?"

Yan Quan gently embraced Yan Ceyan's nape, his arms trembling slightly from exhaustion, his voice soft and hoarse from the pheromones of an omega's desire.

"You're just taking advantage of... that I can't just stand by and watch you burn to death."

Mania, in a sense, is similar to the susceptibility period of Alphas because they share common soothing mechanisms.

That is—a marker.

It was Yan Quan who tacitly approved of this self-destructive plunder.

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Author's note: I'm back at work [crying emoji] so updates will be slow.

The National Day holiday will definitely be over.