MWMM Chapter 60: My Wife’s Honor Is Inviolable

Wen Er hadn’t attended class for several consecutive days. Yan Yuzhou found it odd, but before he had time to check on him, trouble found him once again.

On Wenjing Art University’s forum, a trending post suddenly shot to the top overnight. The number of views and comments skyrocketed, breaking records in an instant.

Xiao Mu once again jolted the completely unaware Yan Yuzhou with a WeChat link.

Feeling utterly confused, Yan Yuzhou clicked on it. The moment he saw the title, it was as if his breath had been snatched away.

[A Married Omega Shamelessly Seducing a Classmate During Heat—Suspected Affair Confirmed?]

The post was filled with numerous pictures, each one featuring Yan Yuzhou’s face alongside a tall, burly man. Some were even more explicit—bedroom photos.

In the dim, warm lighting, Yan Yuzhou’s eyes were half-closed, exuding an irresistible allure. His entire being radiated a dazed, intoxicated aura. He was shirtless, his arms tightly wrapped around the man in the photos. Their actions needed no explanation.

The other man’s face had been pixelated, but Yan Yuzhou’s was fully exposed, laid bare for the entire internet to see.

Between the lines of the article, every insinuation pointed to one person—Pan Feng.
Tutoring in math, borrowing notes, helping with clothes on the sports field—every small detail compiled into an accusation, all signs directing toward Pan Feng.

Yan Yuzhou’s first instinct was to act as if nothing had happened in front of Shen Ci. He wasn’t sure why, but he didn’t want Shen Ci to see this post.

It felt as though, if Shen Ci saw it, he would truly believe that he was unfaithful.

He didn’t want Shen Ci to think that he was someone who failed to keep himself in check.

So, he hastily exited the forum, absentmindedly finished his breakfast, and then anxiously got into the car, eager to reach the school and confront Pan Feng about the matter.

Just as he was lost in his troubled thoughts, Shen Ci leaned in, reaching out to gently smooth the frown on his forehead.

“Are you feeling unwell?”

Snapped back to reality, Yan Yuzhou shook his head, but the panic in his eyes hadn’t been hidden in time—his emotions were betrayed.

Shen Ci’s gaze darkened as he silently took in every bit of Yan Yuzhou’s reaction.

Upon arriving at school, Yan Yuzhou hurriedly said goodbye to Shen Ci and rushed out of the car.

Watching his anxious departure, Shen Ci narrowed his eyes, his expression full of displeasure.

This Omega was clearly hiding something. Otherwise, how could he forget the good morning kiss he gave before getting out of the car every day?

The moment he stepped into the classroom, the previously noisy room fell deathly silent. Everyone’s gazes flickered toward him, as if they were discussing something they didn’t want him to hear.

Yan Yuzhou’s expression turned cold as he scanned the room. He didn’t see Pan Feng, but he did notice Wen Er, whom he hadn’t seen for days, sitting in the corner with red-rimmed eyes.

The second Wen Er saw him enter, he shot up from his seat, storming over with rage. Before Yan Yuzhou could react, a sharp slap landed hard on his face.

“I trusted you as my closest roommate, and this is how you repay me?”

The slap sent a ringing through Yan Yuzhou’s head. Wen Er’s shrill, uncontrolled voice carried a heavy accusation.

In an instant, all eyes in the classroom were locked on the two of them. Yan Yuzhou felt a burning pain on his cheek, the heat steadily intensifying.

Pressing a hand to his face, he steadied himself before slowly turning his head. His gaze was calm and unwavering as he softly replied:

“Believe it or not, I didn’t do what they said.”

Wen Er clearly didn’t believe him. He pulled out his phone, opened the post, and pointed at him with a trembling finger.

“You’re already married, yet you’re still seducing other Alphas? You’re utterly shameless! A disgrace like you should be punished like in the old days—drowned in a pig cage, tortured to death!”

Yan Yuzhou’s fists clenched tightly. A surge of nameless fury rose within him.

Looking at Wen Er’s tear-streaked face, he felt no sympathy at all—only an overwhelming sense of disgust at his viciousness.

“If I say I didn’t do it, then I didn’t do it.” Yan Yuzhou enunciated each word clearly, looking straight at the person pointing a finger at him with complete composure.

Wen Er let out a cold snort, glancing around the classroom with a sneer in his eyes. His voice was sharp and piercing:

“Just your own denial is enough? The evidence is right here. You claim you didn’t cheat—who would believe that? Me? Or that diamond CEO of yours?”

The words stabbed directly into Yan Yuzhou’s heart, piercing the deepest part of his vulnerability.

Yes, the whole time, his only fear was Shen Ci finding out. He was terrified that Shen Ci wouldn’t believe him.

“Who says I don’t believe him?”

A cold, deep voice—magnetic yet powerful—rang out from the doorway.

Yan Yuzhou’s heart skipped a beat. He instinctively turned his head, only to see Shen Ci standing at the entrance of the classroom.

He didn’t know when Shen Ci had arrived. With dark sunglasses perched on his nose, his towering 188 cm frame stood out among the students passing by.

The moment Yan Yuzhou saw him, his tears welled up uncontrollably. His eyes turned red as he looked toward the door, his voice trembling as he called out softly, “Mr. Shen…”

Shen Ci glanced at him and strode forward, stopping at his side. Seeing Yan Yuzhou’s reddened eyes, a faint ache surfaced in his heart.

Without hesitation, he pulled Yan Yuzhou into his arms, shielding him possessively behind his broad frame. Then, in a low voice meant only for him, he commanded:

“Call me ‘husband.’”

A sharp pang of emotion surged through Yan Yuzhou’s chest. Tears spilled down his cheeks as he choked out, “Husband…”

That single word instantly pleased Shen Ci.

He gently stroked Yan Yuzhou’s back in a soothing motion. Then, lowering his head slightly, he placed a soft, indulgent kiss on the crown of his hair.

This intimate, protective gesture sent waves of yearning through the surrounding Omegas, their hearts fluttering with envy.

All except Wen Er.

“Mr. Shen, you probably haven’t seen this post yet, have you?” Wen Er pulled up the forum post and thrust his phone toward Shen Ci, his eyes burning with hatred.

“Your Omega has betrayed you, shamelessly seducing our classmates and doing those filthy things. Are you really going to turn a blind eye?”

Shen Ci narrowed his eyes, casting Wen Er a brief, icy glance. A hint of ruthlessness flashed across his gaze.

After a moment, he let out a low chuckle—calm, indifferent.

“If I remember correctly, your name is… Wen Er, right?”

Wen Er’s eyes flickered slightly before he nodded, confused yet persistent.

“Yes. But, Mr. Shen, aren’t you concerned about the contents of this post?”

Shen Ci let out a short laugh. The corners of his lips curled into a faint, almost bloodthirsty smile.

Though he was clearly smiling, it sent a chilling sense of dread through the air.

Then, he parted his lips and said—

“Concerned? Of course, I’m concerned.”

As soon as Shen Ci spoke, he felt the body in his arms tense slightly. The hand gripping his sleeve tightened even further.

Lowering his gaze, he saw Yan Yuzhou biting his lip, his face deathly pale. His pupils were filled with a desperate unease, making Shen Ci’s heart ache.

Tightening his hold, he shielded Yan Yuzhou protectively in his embrace and continued, his voice calm but laced with an undeniable edge of ruthlessness:

“What I’m concerned about is—after going through so much trouble to orchestrate this, exactly what were you planning to do to my wife?”

The entire classroom fell into stunned silence.

Wen Er reacted the most violently—his expression changed instantly, and a flicker of panic flashed across his pupils.

“W-What do you mean by that?” Wen Er’s voice sharpened again. If one listened closely, they would hear the flimsy attempt to cover up the truth.

“What do I mean?” Shen Ci let out a cold scoff, showing no mercy.

“The last time someone accused my wife of being a sugar baby, the account ID belonged to you. And this time? Even though you changed your ID,” Shen Ci’s eyes narrowed, and he enunciated each word with deliberate clarity, “all it takes is tracing your connections, and the truth will come to light soon enough.”

The moment his words fell, the classroom erupted into chaos.

Students gasped and murmured among themselves, caught completely off guard by this shocking reversal.

“You’re slandering me! You’ve been deceived by that vixen!” Wen Er panicked, tears spilling uncontrollably. He looked utterly pitiful and helpless, the kind of fragile beauty that would make anyone want to comfort him.

But Shen Ci? He wasn’t buying any of it.

“First of all, my wife is not a vixen. If you call him that again, I will make sure you pay the price.”

His voice turned even colder.

“Secondly, regarding these two incidents on the forum, my legal team has already filed a formal lawsuit on behalf of my wife. Wen Er, you’ll be required to appear in court.”

“And lastly—my wife’s reputation is inviolable.”

Shen Ci swept his sharp gaze across the entire room.

“If I hear even a single rumor about him again—don’t blame me for showing no mercy.”

After finishing his statement, he casually patted the person in his arms, his tone shifting into something infinitely softer and more indulgent.

“Baby, were you scared?”

Yan Yuzhou had long been overwhelmed with emotion, his tears and snot freely soaking into Shen Ci’s custom-tailored suit—leaving Shen Ci helpless but amused.

Finally, that tear-streaked, pitiful little face lifted.

Under the gaze of the entire classroom, Yan Yuzhou wrapped his arms around Shen Ci’s neck, stood on his tiptoes, and—with a soft, shy tilt of his head—pressed a kiss to Shen Ci’s lips.

At that moment, the flowers in Shen Ci’s mind… burst into full bloom.

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