MWMM Chapter 42: He Is My Creditor

Yan Yuzhou was deeply hurt by Shen Ci’s words.
So, this is what Shen Ci had thought of him all along? Shen Ci believed he had been trying every possible way to divorce him?

“Mr. Shen,” Yan Yuzhou’s tears fell without warning, streaming down suddenly, even making Shen Ci freeze for a moment. Immediately afterward, he spoke with hollow eyes, uttering words filled with extreme sadness, “Do you really want to divorce me?”

Shen Ci’s lips twitched slightly as he retorted viciously, “Are you clear on who it was that just told Tangtang we would divorce sooner or later?”

Caught off guard by the question, Yan Yuzhou lowered his gaze and murmured an acknowledgment, “It was me.”

“But isn’t it true?” Yan Yuzhou asked despondently, another tear falling, “Isn’t that the kind of relationship we have? Separate rooms, no marking, divorcing when the time comes. Isn’t that what our agreement says?”

“Yes, that’s exactly what it says.” Shen Ci felt his head pounding from the anger Yan Yuzhou had stirred, his temper rising uncontrollably.

This omega had the nerve to bring up the agreement? Wasn’t it agreed that there would be no marking? Then who was the clingy, sweet boy relying on him during the last heat? Who exactly was that?

“So, you’re using this method to force me to divorce you?” Shen Ci gritted his teeth in hatred, his tone turning harsher, his words even more hurtful. “Even at the cost of gambling with your own health? Hah, Yan Yuzhou, you think too highly of yourself. Spending a lifetime with you was never even a possibility!”

Looking at Yan Yuzhou’s tears streaming down like a torrential rain, Shen Ci felt as though tiny needles were pricking his heart. However, the anger surging within him compelled him to say these hurtful words against his true feelings:
“This marriage was always a facade. You can treat it as if it doesn’t exist. If you don’t want me to mark you, you’re free to find another alpha to bite you. There’s no need to take all those messy pills and ruin your body for nothing. I don’t need it to be you, and you don’t have to remain pure for me!”

Because of Shen Ci’s final remark, Yan Yuzhou’s eyes became utterly vacant. At this moment, he only felt like a joke. He had sacrificed so much for Shen Ci, silently enduring the torment of the medication’s side effects—nausea, vomiting. He had even found a twisted sweetness in those sacrifices.

But in the end, Shen Ci only thought he was manipulative, believed he was scheming to force a divorce. Worse still, Shen Ci didn’t care about his faithfulness, didn’t care who Yan Yuzhou gave his chastity to.

Since that’s the case, why should he debase himself any further? Why should he foolishly pity Shen Ci, worry about him, avoid him while being consumed by longing?

How pathetic and ridiculous.

Suddenly, a bitter laugh escaped his lips. A tear glistened at the corner of his eye, complementing the desperate smile on his face, forming an extraordinary, seductive beauty.

This sight made Shen Ci’s heart stir.

In the next moment, Yan Yuzhou gently wiped the tear from his cheek and, with a bright smile, looked at the furious Shen Ci. With perfect composure, he said, “Then I must thank Mr. Shen for fulfilling my wish.”

After saying this, he brushed off Shen Ci’s hand that was gripping his chin tightly, stepping out of Shen Ci’s oppressive space. Suppressing the grief within him, he forced himself to smile.

Then, he passed by Shen Ci.

Shen Ci did not stop him.

The moment he walked out of the hospital room, that familiar nausea churned in his stomach again, accompanied by waves of sharp pain. It’s said that the stomach is a person’s second heart, a barometer of their emotions.

Perhaps it was because he sensed his heart aching that his stomach also started to make its complaints?
The pain became unbearable, and he crouched down on the spot. Tears once again fell, pattering down in a place where Shen Ci couldn’t see. Then, without any warning, accompanied by his startled exclamation, his entire body was lifted up from behind and then scooped up by the waist.

Without needing to see through the haze of tears, just by the cold mountain snow, Yan Yuzhou knew that Shen Ci had actually chased after him.

“Behave yourself,” Shen Ci scolded in a low voice, looking at the person in his arms who was squirming slightly.

Startled by Shen Ci’s reprimand, Yan Yuzhou froze for a moment, then deliberately did the opposite, struggling even harder.

“I know you hate me, but this isn’t the time for you to throw a tantrum.” Seeing the person in his arms refusing to behave, Shen Ci added, “Once your health is better, you can throw a fit however you like.”

Nestled in Shen Ci’s arms, Yan Yuzhou listened. Although he had wanted to refute every word Shen Ci said just now, at this moment, he simply didn’t have the energy to do so.

It’s just that he really wanted to tell Shen Ci that he, Yan Yuzhou, had never hated him.

Besides, it had been so long since the two of them had seen each other, and moments of such physical closeness were rare. Even though Yan Yuzhou’s heart ached terribly, his head still involuntarily leaned against Shen Ci’s chest.

In the end, Yan Yuzhou was carried back to the dormitory by Shen Ci. Along the way, they drew countless envious and ambiguous glances from the students around them. Inside the dormitory, Xiao Mu was not present. Shen Ci personally took off Yan Yuzhou’s shoes and went to the bathroom to wring out a wet towel, gently wiping the tear-streaked face clean.

Finally, looking at Yan Yuzhou’s wrinkled clothes, Shen Ci still restrained the impulse to personally change his clothes.

The two of them hardly exchanged words the entire time, and their eyes never even met. Yet, the air seemed to flow with an ambiguous tension, making each of them want—want to bite the other.

In the end, Shen Ci, afraid he would lose control, quickly left after settling Yan Yuzhou down, fleeing in a hurry.

Of course, before leaving, Shen Ci took all of Yan Yuzhou’s medicine with him.

After Shen Ci left, Yan Yuzhou sat alone, staring blankly at the damp towel in his hand for a long time. Today was probably the worst day for his relationship with Shen Ci, even worse than the day he had first arrived in this body.

Shen Ci had used those words to provoke him.

Suddenly, Pan Feng’s call came through.

The main gist was that Pan Feng was worried about whether Shen Ci might do something to Yan Yuzhou. He also asked if Yan Yuzhou had returned to the dormitory and what he planned to eat for dinner.

Yan Yuzhou responded to each question over the phone and thanked Pan Feng again.

Holding the phone, Pan Feng finally hesitated before voicing his biggest question, “Classmate Yan, what is your relationship with Mr. Shen?”

Listening to the question through the phone, Yan Yuzhou pondered how to explain it. Remembering the things Shen Ci had said to him in the hospital room today while gripping his chin, Yan Yuzhou felt an inexplicable pang of heartache.

After all, they were going to get divorced. The current relationship probably didn’t need to be disclosed to others, right?

So, feigning indifference, he said to Pan Feng on the other end of the line, “He’s my creditor.”

That’s right. Even the money in the bank account had to be returned intact. If they were going to sever ties, it had to be clean and thorough.

Hearing that Shen Ci was just a creditor and not something more, Pan Feng seemed noticeably relieved.

As a result, early the next morning, when Yan Yuzhou went downstairs, he saw Pan Feng standing at the dormitory entrance, holding a breakfast in his hand and eagerly watching the door.

When he saw Yan Yuzhou walk out, Pan Feng enthusiastically came forward.

“Classmate Yan, I specifically bought this breakfast for you,” Pan Feng said, handing the meal to Yan Yuzhou.

Yan Yuzhou had never expected Pan Feng to wait for him there so early in the morning. Feeling both flattered and overwhelmed, he took the breakfast with both hands and gave Pan Feng a big, bright smile.

Shen Ci, sitting in a car not far away, watched as Yan Yuzhou smiled so openly and happily at another alpha. Somewhere deep in his heart, a taut string finally snapped.

After a long while, in the eerie silence of the car, Shen Ci’s voice broke through, dry and hoarse, filled with exhaustion and defeat.

“Heh, Xiao Wang, drive.”

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[Author’s Note]:
Second update~~~ It’s about to get sweet~

T/N: I’m going to pin my hopes on the author saying it’s about to get sweet cos I’m boiling in frustration right now lol