MWMM Chapter 76: No Way to Mark You

Ever since that day when Yan Yuzhou left Shen Ci’s company, he had stubbornly refused to contact him first. Yet, his occasional absentmindedness still betrayed his disappointment.

Looking at the calendar, his heat period was only a few days away. Lying on the bed, he counted the days on his fingers, feeling a sense of nervous anticipation. Was Shen Ci really not planning to come back?

Just as this thought surfaced, a surprised and delighted voice came from the living room.

“Mr. Shen, you’re back!”

Yan Yuzhou’s heart gave a sudden leap. The corners of his lips lifted instinctively, and the anxious knot in his chest finally eased, as if a heavy stone had been lifted.

He jumped out of bed without even bothering to put on his slippers. The moment he threw open the door and rushed out, he found himself locking eyes with those deep, unreadable pupils.

Both of them froze in place, neither speaking. Yan Yuzhou’s heart pounded wildly like a startled deer, and all the grievances of the past few days melted away in an instant.

In the end, Shen Ci couldn’t bear to let him suffer alone.

That thought alone made a soft smile unconsciously bloom in Yan Yuzhou’s eyes, as if the air around him had suddenly become warm and gentle. Just as he was about to speak, someone entered behind Shen Ci, carrying a medical kit.

The newcomer spoke respectfully, “President Shen, the inhibitors are ready.”

The words Yan Yuzhou had been about to say instantly stuck in his throat. It was as if something had blocked his windpipe, rendering him speechless. For some reason, he felt as if he had lost his voice, unable to find the right words.

Shen Ci nodded, his deep gaze fixed on Yan Yuzhou’s face, watching as his expression shifted—from elation to shock, then to heartbreak. His own face, however, remained unreadable.

“Zhouzhou, take the shot.”

A simple sentence, yet to Yan Yuzhou’s ears, it was utterly cruel.

“I won’t!”

Yan Yuzhou instinctively took a step back, his face filled with distress as he shook his head repeatedly. “I have you. Why do I need inhibitors? Shen Ci, tell the doctor to leave.”

Shen Ci stood motionless, neither agreeing nor ordering the doctor away. His eyes held a storm of emotions—hesitation and cruelty, affection and detachment—all tangled together. His throat moved slightly, as if it was difficult to force out the words.

“I can’t mark you right now.”

The moment those words fell, a gust of wind seemed to sweep past him. Yan Yuzhou, completely unguarded, rushed forward, grabbing his clothes in a death grip. His eyes instantly reddened.

“Why? Why can’t you mark me? Aren’t we a perfect 100% match? Shen Ci, have you fallen out of love with me?”

Whether from anger or the pain in his glands, his entire body began trembling within seconds. His chest rose and fell sharply as he stared at Shen Ci, as if daring him to say a single heartless word. If he did, the fists clenched tightly at Yan Yuzhou’s sides would not hesitate to strike.

Shen Ci took note of his changes. Watching the omega in pain, he felt even worse than him, to the point that his voice came out hoarse when he spoke.

“I haven’t fallen out of love. But, Zhouzhou, your current physical condition can only be managed with inhibitors for now. Be good, okay?”

After saying this, Shen Ci tentatively reached out and gently patted Yan Yuzhou’s head twice. But the moment he noticed the little thing’s body tense up at his touch, a deep sense of frustration filled his heart. His hand lingered on Yan Yuzhou’s hair for only two seconds before cruelly withdrawing.

Yan Yuzhou didn’t quite understand but still looked at the doctor behind Shen Ci, his heart full of grievance. Wiping away his tears, he continued pleading with Shen Ci.

“Mr. Shen, let’s not have the doctor, let’s not use inhibitors. You can mark me. You clearly can mark me. Why are you saying you can’t? I don’t hurt, not at all…”

“Zhouzhou!” Shen Ci called his name in a low, firm voice, his eyes filled with distress. But even so, he knew that if he forcefully marked this little thing, Yan Yuzhou’s body would reject it, and he would suffer unbearable pain. He couldn’t watch him endure such agony under his mark.

So, hardening his heart, he spoke with a slightly commanding tone.

“You must take the inhibitor today.”

With that, he forced himself to ignore the way the little thing’s face instantly lost color. Instead, he gestured to the doctor standing by.

The doctor placed the medical kit on a nearby table, prepared a syringe, and walked over to Yan Yuzhou.

“Madam, please extend your arm.”

Yan Yuzhou felt his mind buzzing. He cast a disappointed glance at Shen Ci, who stood off to the side with an expressionless face. His eyes reddened even further as he obediently extended his arm.

The needle pierced his skin, and as the cold liquid slowly flowed into his bloodstream, Yan Yuzhou felt as though his heart was bleeding.

How had things between him and Shen Ci come to this?

The inhibitor was injected silently into Yan Yuzhou’s body, yet he felt as if he had lost all sensation. The doctor instructed him to press down on the injection site with his hand after the needle was removed.

He numbly nodded, then let the puncture wound continue to seep blood, feeling not even the slightest pain.

It wasn’t until a frustrated voice rang beside his ear that he finally snapped out of his daze.

“Yan Yuzhou! Are you just going to ignore what the doctor said? You’re bleeding so much—what the hell are you thinking?!”

Shen Ci’s face, carrying obvious emotion, was right in front of him.

Yan Yuzhou blinked as Shen Ci reached out and carefully wiped the blood from his arm with a cotton swab, then pressed down on the wound again.

A dull ache spread in his heart. Instinctively, he pushed Shen Ci away, his eyes filled with sadness and grievance.

Sniffling, he muttered, “I don’t need you to care.”

Then, he turned and hid himself back in his room.

Ever since that night, Yan Yuzhou had moved back into his own room. As he lay on his bed, inhaling the soft scent of fabric softener, he angrily thought to himself—he didn’t need Shen Ci’s scent anyway!

If Shen Ci wanted to work overtime, then let him! He couldn’t care less if that big jerk worked himself into a heart attack and died young.

As for that Rolls-Royce? He couldn’t be bothered to ride in it. He was the dignified wife of a CEO—was he really going to care about a measly taxi fare?

So, right in front of the main gate of Wenjing Academy of Arts, Yan Yuzhou, with an air of defiance and stubbornness, turned to Xiao Wang, the driver inside the Rolls-Royce, and declared,

“Tell your President Shen, from today onward, this young master won’t be riding in his car anymore!”

Having made his righteous proclamation, he walked off with an air of grand dignity toward a taxi parked nearby.

After settling into the back seat and telling the driver his villa’s address, Yan Yuzhou lowered his head and started fiddling with his phone.

It wasn’t until the faint scent of smoke drifted into his nose that he suddenly realized—something was off.

Because he realized—damn it—his body was reacting to the scent of this tobacco.

It was as if he was addicted to it. His whole body stirred involuntarily, and his glands throbbed erratically without warning.

His head snapped up abruptly, eyes darting toward the driver’s seat. The moment he saw the man behind the wheel, his heart clenched in alarm.

Sitting in the driver’s seat was none other than Chang Fa—the greasy middle-aged man who had once tried to assault him in the photography studio.

A chilling sense of danger surged up from the depths of his heart like never before.