MWMM Chapter 52: Still Want to Bite Me?

That evening, when Shen Ci returned home, Yan Yuzhou was in the kitchen helping Sister Song prepare dinner. Hearing the sound of the door closing, he ran out of the kitchen, still wearing his apron, his small face carrying a smile.

Sister Song followed him out, chuckling as she teased, “Sir, you’re back. Madam specially prepared dinner for you today.”

A flicker of surprise flashed in Shen Ci’s eyes. Seeing Yan Yuzhou in an apron amused him, and his tone softened. “The gift—do you like it?”

Yan Yuzhou quickly realized that Shen Ci was referring to those ten-plus boxes of goods. With a hint of complaint in his voice, he said, “Mr. Shen, just because you have a lot of money doesn’t mean you should spend it like this.”

“If I don’t spend money on my wife, should I spend it on someone else?” Shen Ci walked closer, raising an eyebrow in response.

Yan Yuzhou thought about it and found no flaw in that logic. But… being called “wife” by Shen Ci made him feel like his masculine dignity was being trampled on. Unwilling to accept it, he shot Shen Ci a glare but didn’t say anything.

Perhaps because the meal was cooked by Yan Yuzhou himself, Shen Ci, who usually ate lightly at night, uncharacteristically ate quite a lot today.

After dinner, Yan Yuzhou received a call from Xiao Mu.

Xiao Mu had once again gotten drunk because of Han Yun.

Over the phone, his speech was slurred, switching between laughing and crying, which startled Yan Yuzhou. After hanging up, he informed Shen Ci and prepared to head out.

Shen Ci grabbed him by the back of the neck, refusing to let him leave. Yan Yuzhou tried to coax him while insisting, “Mr. Shen, Xiao Mu is an Omega. If he’s this drunk, it won’t be safe for him.”

The corner of Shen Ci’s mouth twitched. Seeing Yan Yuzhou’s face full of concern, he let go and pulled out his phone to call the driver, Xiao Wang.

And so, Xiao Wang safely delivered Yan Yuzhou to the dormitory.

On the other end, Shen Ci, clearly annoyed, called his business partner—Han Yun.

“Do me a favor and keep an eye on your Omega. Stop letting him cry and whine every damn day, keeping my wife from coming home.”

On the other end of the phone, Han Yun was already feeling a headache over his family’s arranged marriage. Hearing such an accusation, he was momentarily stunned before he processed it. His expression darkened. “What happened to Xiao Mu?”

Shen Ci let out a cold snort. “He was so upset because of you that he was crying his heart out over the phone. If you ask me, he’ll probably resign from the company by tomorrow.”

Han Yun’s grip on the phone unconsciously tightened. He suppressed the yearning in his heart and spoke in a low voice. “Got it. Thanks.”

Then, he heard Shen Ci give a faint scoff before hanging up.

When Yan Yuzhou returned to the dormitory, he was immediately hit with the long-lost stench of alcohol. The room reeked of booze.

Xiao Mu had turned on the speakers, blasting rock music, his entire body swaying to the beat as if he were dancing in a nightclub.

Yan Yuzhou covered his ears, turned off the speaker, and then forcibly pressed Xiao Mu down, making him sit back on the bed.

Without the music, Xiao Mu instantly deflated like a punctured balloon. He slumped his head, shoulders trembling slightly, looking as if he had suffered some great grievance.

“Zhouzhou,” Xiao Mu suddenly lifted his head, his eyes shimmering with tears. “Han Yun is getting engaged.”

Yan Yuzhou was momentarily surprised and found himself at a loss for words. After a long pause, he finally responded, “Then… what do you plan to do?”

“I want to resign.” Xiao Mu wrapped his arms tightly around himself, as if trying to shield himself from harm. Then, out of nowhere, he started crying. Tears fell like pearls, hitting the bedsheet one by one. “Wuwuwu… but I can’t afford to pay such a huge penalty for breaking my contract… Wuwuwu… I feel so miserable…”

Yan Yuzhou was both amused and helpless at the sight. He reached out and patted Xiao Mu’s head. “Alright, alright. Didn’t you always have a dream of becoming a star? Even for the sake of your dream, you shouldn’t quit. Besides, President Han might not be the right one for you. You’ll meet someone better.”

Xiao Mu pouted, blinking his teary eyes, precious little golden beans falling one by one. “He has the face of a playboy, his nose is so big—anyone can tell he can’t keep it in his pants. There’s no way he’s faithful. A scumbag Alpha like him? I, Xiao Mu, don’t care for him. But if he really is a playboy, then why doesn’t he react no matter how much I try to seduce him? Am I really that unattractive? Wuwuwu… this is so unfair…”

Then, he burst into tears again, leaving Yan Yuzhou completely dumbfounded.

No exaggeration—Xiao Mu was, without a doubt, the best-looking guy he had ever seen. And also the one who cried the hardest.

He was certain that any Alpha who saw Xiao Mu would be moved.

Just as that thought crossed his mind, the Alpha who was suffering from a forced arranged marriage arrived.

When Yan Yuzhou opened the dormitory door in response to the knocking, Han Yun—whom he had met once before—stood at the entrance with a blank expression. A pair of glasses rested on his nose, his pupils concealing complex emotions.

As the door swung open, Han Yun looked inside and immediately spotted the Omega he had set his eyes on at first glance.

Xiao Mu was sitting on the bed, eating snacks while sobbing.

That sight—honestly, it was too damn heart-wrenching.

Without any unnecessary words, Han Yun strode straight inside, heading directly toward Xiao Mu.

The moment Xiao Mu saw him, it was as if his tears had frozen in place. His eyes widened in disbelief, glowing with a “this can’t be real, I must be seeing things” kind of light.

Then, without seeking anyone’s permission, Han Yun walked up to the bed, grabbed Xiao Mu—who was still in the middle of eating snacks—hoisted him over his shoulder, and turned to leave.

The two of them left Yan Yuzhou completely stunned.

At the doorway, Han Yun paused briefly, tilting his head slightly to address the dumbfounded Yan Yuzhou behind him.

“Your driver is still waiting downstairs. Don’t stay out too late, or Shen Ci will call me again to make trouble.”

With that, he didn’t linger a second longer and carried the half-drunk, tear-streaked Xiao Mu out of the room.

And so, Yan Yuzhou hurried downstairs, got into the car where Driver Xiao Wang was waiting, and returned to the villa.

At home, Shen Ci was still wearing a sour expression. When he saw Yan Yuzhou come back, he grabbed him by the back of his collar, looking puffed up with anger. “So, even gifts worth hundreds of thousands can’t keep you here anymore? Yan Yuzhou, are you trying to ascend to the heavens?”

Seeing that Shen Ci was still upset, Yan Yuzhou softened his tone and coaxed him. “Mr. Shen, look, I came back, didn’t I? Your gifts—I love them so much. It’s just… they’re too expensive. I don’t even know how to repay you.”

Shen Ci’s expression improved slightly, but he still gave a haughty snort. “You’re my wife. I can afford to take care of you. But if you really want to repay me—”

Suddenly, his tone turned ambiguous and dangerous.

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against Yan Yuzhou’s ear.

“Then let me bite you a few more times.”

Yan Yuzhou’s face instantly flushed red. “W-what are you saying, Mr. Shen? M-my heat period is already over!”

“Hmm?” Shen Ci was clearly displeased with this response. He pulled Yan Yuzhou into his arms, his expression full of dissatisfaction. “So you were just using me as a free suppressant?”

“N-no, no…!” Yan Yuzhou hurriedly denied it.

“Then tell me—when it’s not your heat period, will you still let me bite you?” Shen Ci’s gaze burned into him.

Yan Yuzhou looked at the pile of gifts worth hundreds of thousands, clenched his teeth, shut his eyes, and forced out a reply.

“…Yes.”

That night, Yan Yuzhou was bitten to the brink of death in bed.