MWMM Chapter 74: What Are You Trying to Prove?

Shen Ci watched as Yan Yuzhou kept his distance, avoiding him as if he were something untouchable. With a helpless sigh, he took off his suit jacket and handed it to Xiao Wang, the driver, instructing him to find a trash can and toss it in.

The lingering smell of smoke dissipated significantly. Shen Ci opened his arms again and gazed at Yan Yuzhou, whose face was flushed red. He coaxed him gently, “The smell is gone now, wife. Come give me a hug.”

Yan Yuzhou endured the strange sensation in his body, not wanting Shen Ci to notice anything unusual. Pretending to be greedy for his scent, he dove into Shen Ci’s embrace and took a deep breath. But when he realized that aside from the faint remnants of smoke, there wasn’t even a trace of the pine scent he longed for, his heart sank.

Damn it. He even shamelessly wished the smoke smell were stronger—at least it would somewhat satisfy the desire surging within him.

Gradually, as he held him and kissed him lightly, Shen Ci finally sensed something was off. The increasingly intense scent of peach blossoms filled his nose. Uncertain, he asked, “Are you in heat?”

But that didn’t make sense. His heat cycle wasn’t supposed to come for another ten days—it shouldn’t be this early.

Yan Yuzhou shook his head, trying to dispel the heat spreading through his body. He burrowed against Shen Ci’s neck, wanting to inhale his pheromones.

However, he smelled nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Panic surged through him in an instant.

“Mr. Shen…” Yan Yuzhou clutched the corner of Shen Ci’s shirt, his eyes slightly red, his voice full of grievance. “Just how much suppressant did you use?”

Shen Ci chuckled helplessly. “What, I practice self-restraint, and my little darling isn’t happy about it?”

Yan Yuzhou sulked in his embrace and mumbled, “It’s fine when you’re outside. But once you’re home, you need to wash everything off.”

Sure enough, the moment they got home, Yan Yuzhou immediately pushed Shen Ci into the bathroom, insisting that he wash away all traces of smoke and suppressant.

Shen Ci looked at his adorably fierce little wife with indulgence, completely yielding to him. With a good-natured smile, he obediently stepped into the bathroom.

When he came out again, the first thing Yan Yuzhou did was pounce on him, burying his face against Shen Ci’s gland area and sniffing fervently.

The result left him utterly disappointed.

He was certain now—Shen Ci’s pheromones… he couldn’t smell them at all.

This realization left him utterly shocked. Like a startled fawn, Yan Yuzhou clung to Shen Ci tightly, unwilling to let go. Feeling the surging tide within his body, he gritted his teeth and steeled himself.

“Husband, bite me.”

Shen Ci had never expected that ever since his little wife had been completely claimed by him, he would become so fiery and passionate. In matters of the bed, he had even begun taking the initiative. Shen Ci was immensely pleased and accepted it all without hesitation.

“I’ll satisfy you.”

Shen Ci carried Yan Yuzhou to the bed, pausing for a moment to admire the already-marked gland on his nape with something akin to reverence. That spot was still fervently releasing pheromones, as if eager to draw him in. Satisfied, Shen Ci aligned himself and sank his teeth into it.

But what happened next was completely unexpected.

Rather than the usual obedient surrender—where he would go soft in Shen Ci’s arms, allowing him to do as he pleased—Yan Yuzhou suddenly started struggling violently without warning.

“It hurts.”

That single word, hurts, was squeezed out through clenched teeth, as though he was enduring an unbearable pain.

Shen Ci quickly noticed that Yan Yuzhou’s gland had visibly swollen. The previously overwhelming scent of peach blossoms, which had been spilling out in waves, suddenly retracted entirely in an instant—almost as if its previous intensity had been nothing more than an illusion.

Shen Ci’s mind went blank for a moment, his expression stunned.

His omega’s entire body was showing clear signs of rejection.

But that was impossible.

Yan Yuzhou had already been fully marked by him, and their compatibility was a perfect 100%. This kind of reaction… wasn’t it far too abnormal?

Flipping the person beneath him over, Shen Ci saw that in just a matter of seconds, Yan Yuzhou’s forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat. His lips were bitten down hard, and he was still struggling to recover from the pain. The sight made Shen Ci’s heart tighten.

“Zhouzhou,” Shen Ci called out to him, his voice laced with distress. “What’s wrong? Why are you reacting so strongly all of a sudden?”

Yan Yuzhou’s face was deathly pale, yet he forced out a smile. Once he had managed to steady himself, he grinned at Shen Ci and said, “It’s nothing. Maybe I just wasn’t used to being bitten so suddenly. Mr. Shen, let’s try again.”

Then, without waiting for Shen Ci’s response, he turned over on his own, exposing his already swollen gland right before him.

Shen Ci’s expression darkened. His brows furrowed tightly, and without a word, he quietly released a bit of his pheromones, hoping to soothe the overly sensitive person beneath him.

But unexpectedly, the moment Yan Yuzhou sensed his pheromones, his entire body curled up even tighter. His gland completely shut down, rejecting any further contact.

His entire body was conveying a single, unmistakable message to Shen Ci:

Rejecting your mark.

Shen Ci’s heart turned cold in an instant.

Without saying another word, he got up and started getting dressed.

Yan Yuzhou lifted his head from where he had been lying on the bed. Watching Shen Ci’s movements, he felt a bit unsettled and pleaded earnestly, “Mr. Shen, I really can do this. Please continue.”

Shen Ci’s face was ashen, his gaze sharp and piercing. His voice was deep and serious.

“Don’t move. I’m taking you to the hospital.”

He stared at Yan Yuzhou and demanded, “Your gland is already in this state—what are you trying to prove?”

In the end, Shen Ci contacted Fan Qidao, instructing him to prepare at Anshi Hospital, then carried his wife in his arms and rushed there at full speed.

After a series of examinations, Yan Yuzhou’s gland was no longer swollen like before. Instead, it had returned to normal, showing no visible differences from how it usually was.

However, Fan Qidao’s brows were tightly furrowed, and Shen Ci’s expression didn’t look good either.

Yan Yuzhou felt anxious as he looked at the two men. Finally, he couldn’t hold back his question. “Dr. Fan, what’s wrong with me?”

Fan Qidao stroked his chin, lost in deep thought. He remained silent for a long time before letting out a long sigh. Glancing at Shen Ci, then back at Yan Yuzhou, he asked, “How long has this been going on?”

“Since tonight.”

Shen Ci answered for him, then added, “Before this, I was certain he wasn’t in pain. We were highly compatible.”

Hearing this, Yan Yuzhou’s face instantly flushed red.

Fan Qidao chuckled, but his frown deepened again as he shook his head. He rephrased his question.

“No, that’s not right. Besides the pain, how long have the other symptoms been happening?”

This time, it was Shen Ci who fell silent.

Instead, his expression shifted slightly, and a trace of astonishment flashed through his eyes as he looked toward Yan Yuzhou on the hospital bed.

Yan Yuzhou’s face paled instantly. He understood what Fan Qidao was asking—the other symptoms…

He swallowed nervously and instinctively looked at Shen Ci, only to find that the man was staring at him, his gaze dark and full of confusion.

He truly didn’t want Shen Ci to know that he could no longer sense his pheromones.

But now that Dr. Fan had asked him directly, he had no way to hide it.

Carefully, he opened his mouth. “About a week or so… Lately, I haven’t been able to smell Mr. Shen’s pheromones at all.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly and quietly stole a glance at Shen Ci.

What he saw was a gaze filled with pure shock.

Clearly, this revelation had hit him hard.

“Ahem,” Fan Qidao cleared his throat, speaking directly to Shen Ci. “Alright, don’t overreact. Control your emotions and rein in your pheromones.”

Yan Yuzhou froze for a moment.

Then, an overwhelming sense of loss and sadness surged through his body.

Shen Ci… had just released his pheromones?

And yet, he—
Pathetically, he couldn’t feel a thing.

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T/N: I knew something was wrong the moment that lady took Zhouzhou’s hand.. sigh*