MWMM Chapter 43: Who Cares Who Is on Top?

Yan Yuzhou resumed his perfectly normal campus life, as if the encounter with Shen Ci that day on campus had been nothing more than an illusion or an accident.

Shen Ci had taken away the medication to suppress his heat cycle that day. Stubborn as he was, Yan Yuzhou decided to give up entirely and returned to the hospital to obtain a month’s supply.

It wasn’t as though he was sulking or competing with Shen Ci; rather, he had realized that the moment he stopped taking the medication, the glands at the back of his neck would begin pulsing uncontrollably, disturbing him to the point of experiencing sensual dreams in the middle of the night.

Mr. Shen was going to divorce him, yet here he was, missing him so desperately. This was unacceptable.

As for Xiao Mu, he seemed to have returned to his usual self these days, as though his failed confession to Han Yun had been nothing more than a minor hiccup. Lately, he had been busy preparing for his debut, filming various promotional videos, and exhausting himself to the point of near collapse. Every day, he would chatter endlessly to Yan Yuzhou about the amusing antics of his fellow trainees at the company. Yet, in the occasional distracted look in Xiao Mu’s eyes, Yan Yuzhou could catch a glimpse of the unhappiness hidden beneath his cheerful façade.

One of life’s hardships, as people often say, is being unable to be with the one you love.

Unrequited love.

Xiao Mu wanted Han Yun, but Han Yun didn’t want him. Yan Yuzhou missed Shen Ci—or rather, Shen Ci’s pheromones—but Shen Ci repelled any closeness from omegas.

Over the weekend, Xiao Mu’s company gave him a rare day off, so he invited Yan Yuzhou to go to a bar with him.

Bars weren’t places Yan Yuzhou frequented in his previous world. As a flower shop owner, he preferred the delicate fragrance of flowers to the dizzying haze of indulgence and drunken chaos.

But Xiao Mu seemed to naturally belong in a place like this. With his long, narrow eyes, slightly upturned red lips, slender waist, and movements imbued with an innate rhythm, he quickly attracted a crowd of admiring alphas.

Sitting at the table, Yan Yuzhou sipped a fruit cocktail, watching Xiao Mu with a faint smile. He imagined what a dazzling new star the entertainment industry would soon gain in Xiao Mu.

Suddenly, a cheerful greeting rang out nearby. “Classmate Yan, you’re here too?”

Yan Yuzhou instinctively turned his head and saw Pan Feng standing not far away with two unfamiliar people. Pan Feng’s face lit up with pleasant surprise.

“Yes, what a coincidence,” Yan Yuzhou replied with a smile, standing up as he spoke. Pan Feng had once saved his life, so it wouldn’t be polite to ignore him.

Pan Feng and the two other young men walked over, gesturing to the table Yan Yuzhou had been sitting at. With bright eyes, Pan Feng asked, “Can we sit here?”

Since it was just Yan Yuzhou and Xiao Mu, with plenty of empty seats available, Yan Yuzhou decided it would be impolite to refuse. He smiled and nodded in agreement.

Pan Feng was thrilled to have run into Yan Yuzhou and chatted nonstop. Yan Yuzhou wasn’t particularly talkative, but he listened quietly, maintaining a faint smile the entire time.

However, he couldn’t shake the feeling that the boy sitting next to Pan Feng was looking him up and down, his gaze sweeping over him repeatedly. The attention made him deeply uncomfortable.

Finding an opportunity, Yan Yuzhou made an excuse and slipped away to the restroom, hoping to catch his breath and splash some water on his face to clear his head.

Just as he turned on the faucet and splashed water on his face, the sound of the door lock clicking shut caught his attention. Yan Yuzhou raised his head, blinking as water trickled down his face. The moment he saw who it was, his heart sank.

It was the boy who had been sitting next to Pan Feng—the one who had been eyeing him with ill intent. He now stood in front of Yan Yuzhou.

“Pan Feng’s classmate is a sweet little omega to boot,” the boy said, sniffing the air theatrically. He took a deep breath as if savoring something, then smiled with a look of feigned pleasure. “Black tea and peach blossoms. Mmm, pure and seductive all at once.”

A chill ran down Yan Yuzhou’s spine, spreading along his back like ice. He had suspected the boy’s bad intentions, but hearing those words now sent an unprecedented sense of danger rising from the soles of his feet. His entire body stiffened defensively.

“Move aside. I need to leave,” he said coldly, fists clenched tightly at his sides, his tone laced with frustration and hostility.

“The door’s locked,” the boy replied nonchalantly, deliberately twisting the doorknob back and forth to demonstrate. He even gave the door a few hard tugs, but it didn’t budge.

Yan Yuzhou’s mind raced, calculating his chances of overpowering the alpha. The more he thought about it, the colder he felt. The boy before him, like Pan Feng, was tall and well-built. More crucially, he was an alpha, capable of overpowering him with pheromones alone.

“What exactly do you want? Pan Feng is just outside. You wouldn’t want to put him in a difficult position, would you?” Yan Yuzhou tried invoking Pan Feng’s name to make the man restrain himself.

The man, however, showed no hint of restraint. Hearing Yan Yuzhou’s warning, he chuckled derisively. Instead, he licked his lips and took deliberate steps closer to Yan Yuzhou.

“Pan Feng and I are best bros. He likes you; I can see that. And in my world, between bros, good things are meant to be shared,” the man said, spouting disgusting words. His face was full of anticipation as he lunged toward Yan Yuzhou.

Yan Yuzhou reacted quickly. Knowing he stood no chance in a direct confrontation, he immediately opted for escape. Spotting a nearby stall, he sidestepped the man’s grasp and dashed inside.

He slammed the door shut. Locked it.

His heart pounded wildly in his chest.

Outside, the man cursed under his breath and began kicking the door, his vile insults growing louder and more offensive with each blow.

Thankfully, the stall door was sturdy. While it couldn’t block out the profanity, it was strong enough to keep the man out.

“You stinky bitch. You’re just a college kid—why are you acting all high and mighty in front of me?”

“I want to sleep with you. Do you really think you can escape?”

“You omegas are born to be our playthings. It doesn’t matter who’s on top.”

Yan Yuzhou held his breath as he hurriedly pulled out his phone to call Pan Feng for help.

But with each mechanical ring, his heart sank further. Perhaps it was too noisy in the bar, but no one answered.

After two or three attempts, the cursing and pounding outside suddenly stopped.

Immediately, an overwhelming metallic scent, thick and cloying, spread through the air. It enveloped Yan Yuzhou completely.

The man outside had released his pheromones. Its intensity was enough to force an omega into heat.

Covering his nose and mouth, Yan Yuzhou fought to suppress the heat rising within him. His trembling fingers fumbled to call Xiao Mu.

All he could do now was pray—pray that Xiao Mu, after finishing his dance and partying, would glance at his phone.

His vision blurred, and the world around him grew hazy. Summoning all his remaining strength, he cried out for help:

“Xiao Mu! I’m in the restroom! Hurry and get security to save me! W-wait—” His voice cracked, and a sob escaped his lips as he choked on a wave of heat. “I’m going into heat…”

Desperation tinged his voice with an unbearable trace of longing.

Then, there was a moment of deathly silence on the other end of the line, followed by a voice—sharp as shards of ice, urgent yet chillingly calm:

“Yan Yuzhou, tell me, where are you?”

That voice stunned Yan Yuzhou, snapping him into brief clarity.

The person on the other end of the call… was Shen Ci.