MWMM Chapter 88: Gland Suppression Surgery

Lured in by Shen Ci’s ten-billion-yuan offer, Yan Yuzhou ultimately failed to sleep apart from him that night. On the contrary, the two of them spent most of the night entangled in bed. Aside from the final step of marking, they pretty much did everything else. Shen Ci even took the opportunity, while Yan Yuzhou was dazed and not fully conscious, to slyly ask if he wanted that one billion yuan in “emotional damages compensation.” As soon as the little money-grubber Yan Yuzhou heard there was money involved, how could he possibly say no? Without even thinking, he nodded.

As a result, Shen Ci immediately pinned him down and gave his butt a good spanking—several times.

“Aaaahhhh!” Yan Yuzhou, who had collapsed from exhaustion and slept straight into midday, woke up groaning. As soon as he recalled the utterly mortifying events of the previous night, he was completely ashamed of how easily he sold out for money.

But then, remembering Shen Ci’s personal promise of ten billion yuan last night, Yan Yuzhou swallowed hard—still a money-obsessed gremlin at heart.

To reward Shen Ci for notarizing all his assets over to him, Yan Yuzhou decided to be a little domestic for once. He made a lovingly prepared bento box by hand, packed it in a thermal container, and since it was right around lunchtime, he called a cab to Shen Ci’s company.

As always, he was showered with envious stares along the way. With everyone greeting him as “President’s wife,” he made his way up to the 20th floor humming a tune. But when he reached Shen Ci’s office, the secretary informed him that President Shen had gone out on urgent business. Yan Yuzhou pouted, glanced at the blazing sun outside, and decided to just eat lunch in Shen Ci’s office instead of waiting endlessly for him to come home.

The polite young secretary respectfully ushered him into the office before leaving. Alone, Yan Yuzhou wandered around, looking left and right at Shen Ci’s space.

Time ticked by, the food was getting cold, and still, there was no sign of Shen Ci. That’s just how it was for big bosses—once they got busy, they weren’t much different from their employees. Sometimes, they didn’t even get to eat. In fact, in order to make sure he could leave work on time every day to have dinner with Yan Yuzhou, Shen Ci often shortened his breaks and used the time to keep working.

Yan Yuzhou shrugged, deciding he’d better eat first. As he was walking toward the couch, his eyes casually drifted to Shen Ci’s desk calendar—then suddenly stopped. Today’s date had been circled in black ink.

Curious, Yan Yuzhou leaned in for a closer look—and his expression instantly changed.

Written in Shen Ci’s strong, decisive handwriting were six characters: Gland Suppression Surgery.

Ever since learning that his compatibility with Shen Ci was only 32%, Yan Yuzhou had been doing some scattered research into alphas.

Like the earlier topic of susceptible periods—and now, what he had just seen: gland suppression surgery.

Gland suppression surgery, in contrast to the gland removal procedure for omegas, is a surgery specifically designed for alphas. Its purpose is to permanently stop them from going into heat and prevent the release of any pheromones. Simply put, an alpha who undergoes gland suppression becomes no different from a beta—and in fact, due to the loss of gland function, their physical capabilities may even fall short of a beta’s.

So, even someone like Yan Yuzhou—who had transmigrated into this book later—knew that gland suppression surgery inflicted severe damage on the body. Unless it was an absolute last resort, no doctor would ever recommend an alpha undergo such a procedure.

But then, why had Shen Ci marked this surgery on his calendar for today? Could it be… because of their low compatibility score? Was Shen Ci actually planning to give up the alpha traits he had once taken such pride in—for him?

At that thought, all traces of appetite vanished. With a pale face and panic in his heart, Yan Yuzhou bolted out of the office.

It wasn’t until he had dashed all the way down to the ground floor that he suddenly realized—maybe he should try calling Shen Ci first. His fingers trembling, he dialed the number, but the line rang and rang with no answer.

That was it. Shen Ci might already be in surgery.

Panic completely took over.

He flagged down a taxi at the curb and blurted out the name of Anshi Hospital. Clenching his hands tightly, his heart was pounding like a drum.

If he was right, Shen Ci would have definitely entrusted such a major procedure to his private doctor, Fan Qidao. If that were the case, Anshi Hospital was the only place he could be.

After what felt like forever, the taxi finally pulled up at the hospital. Yan Yuzhou didn’t even bother waiting for change—he shoved a bill at the driver, flung the door open, and sprinted inside.

He remembered Fan Qidao’s office was on the fifth floor. No time for the elevator—he took the stairs two at a time, running as fast as he could. Relying on memory, he rushed down the hallway and flung open the office door without knocking.

The room was empty.

Only a lone nurse sat inside, startled and wide-eyed as she looked at his sweat-drenched face, clearly frightened by his abrupt entrance.

“C-Can I help you with something?” she stammered, seeing how breathless and flustered he was.

Suppressing the panic in his voice, Yan Yuzhou asked quickly, “Where’s Dr. Fan?”

The nurse pointed in a direction. “He’s in surgery.”

Yan Yuzhou’s expression shifted sharply. He immediately followed up, “Who’s the patient? What kind of surgery?”

The nurse blinked, tilted her head, and thought for a second. “I don’t remember the name, but the procedure was… gland suppression surgery, I think? Huh? Wait, where are you going—”

Before she could finish her sentence, Yan Yuzhou had already taken off in the direction of the operating room. The nurse stared after him, confused, blinking at the pale-faced omega.

As he ran toward the direction she had pointed, tears streamed down Yan Yuzhou’s face. He was too late. No matter how fast he had rushed, he was still too late.

Wiping his eyes, he saw the operating room growing closer and closer. But just as it came into view, a wave of dizziness swept over him. His legs turned to jelly.

He stumbled and fell hard to the floor, his knee smashing painfully against the cold, hard marble tiles.

Gritting his teeth against the dizziness and the sharp pain in his knee, he struggled to his feet. Staring at the door of the operating room, with its glowing sign—”In Surgery”—his heart filled with despair, and it felt like every last ounce of strength had drained from his body.

Just as his legs gave out again, and he braced himself for another painful blow to the knee, he unexpectedly collapsed—not onto the hard floor, but into someone’s arms.

His vision was blurred by dizziness; everything in front of him was indistinct. Yet his nose caught a scent he had never smelled before.

It wasn’t the cool, aloof snow-like fragrance. It wasn’t the warm, soothing scent of pine. It was as if he were suddenly wrapped in a cocoon of warmth, surrounded by a comforting, gentle aura.

Could it be—someone else whose pheromones were compatible with his rose-scented ones?

So what if they were compatible? He only wanted Shen Ci. Only Shen Ci’s scent.

Just then, a voice filled with concern rang in his ears.
“Zhouzhou, what are you doing here?”

It was clearly a stranger’s scent—so why was the voice unmistakably Shen Ci’s?

In his dazed state, Yan Yuzhou felt himself being lifted into strong arms, held against a broad chest. Instinctively, he leaned closer—and then he felt it.

His glands were going wild.

He was in heat.

Half-conscious, Yan Yuzhou felt the burning sensation flaring at the nape of his neck where his glands were. He was like a little boat caught adrift, floating aimlessly—until it found harbor in that warm embrace.

He thought he was placed onto a bed. Just as that familiar chest began to pull away from him, panic surged through him, and his body acted faster than his mind. His arms wrapped tightly around the man’s neck, eyes brimming with tears as he fought back the dizziness and pleaded,
“Don’t go… Shen Ci, don’t go… Don’t do the gland suppression surgery… sob… I won’t allow it…”

In his ear, there came a soft sigh. Then a voice, so gentle it felt almost unreal, replied:

“Who told you I was the one getting the surgery?”

As he spoke, the man tenderly touched Yan Yuzhou’s forehead.
“You ran so fast, your whole head’s covered in sweat.”

[Author’s Note]:
Wishing everything goes smoothly—see you tonight~

T/N: I hope everything goes well too~