MWMM Chapter 82: 32%

While the two were still wrapped up in their lovey-dovey embrace, Fan Qidao walked straight in. He clearly hadn’t expected to find the two of them locked in a deep kiss. He came in fast and loud, without even bothering to knock on the door.

By the time Shen Ci noticed him and calmly pulled Yan Yuzhou into his arms protectively, Fan Qidao already had the gleeful, nosy expression of someone who’d just caught lovers in the act, eyes practically sparkling with gossip-fueled excitement.

“You need something?” Shen Ci raised an eyebrow, showing no trace of embarrassment at being caught. On the contrary, he looked even more composed and unbothered than Fan Qidao.

“Well, I came to deliver your omega’s latest medical report,” Fan Qidao replied, handing over the report with a teasing glance at the little one nestled in Shen Ci’s arms. “He just recovered, and you two couldn’t even wait a little longer? Shen Ci, take it easy, alright? Your omega’s gland just had surgery. Don’t end up hurting him before you’ve even had your fun~”

“Anything else? If not, get back to work,” Shen Ci said gruffly, taking the report and scanning it from top to bottom.

Fan Qidao rolled his eyes but quickly dropped the grin when he caught Shen Ci’s warning look. A chill ran down his spine, and he immediately straightened up, pointing seriously at the report. “Alright, time for business. Look at this section here—your Zhouzhou’s pheromone.”

Following Fan Qidao’s finger, Shen Ci glanced down at the “Pheromone” entry—and his brows furrowed tightly. After a pause, he muttered in confusion, “Rose?”

Fan Qidao’s expression turned more serious, his earlier teasing gone. He nodded. “That’s right. Congratulations to your omega for contributing yet another unprecedented case to the field of medicine. A secondary pheromone transformation—never seen anything like it. Truly eye-opening. I’m impressed.”

Yan Yuzhou was stunned upon hearing that his pheromone had changed again. He immediately sat up from Shen Ci’s arms and leaned in to read the report with him.

Sure enough, in the center of the report, in the space next to “Pheromone,” the words were printed clearly in black ink: Rose.

Black tea — Peach blossom — Rose.

His pheromone had changed again?!

“Why would that happen?” Yan Yuzhou asked, looking up in confusion.

Fan Qidao shrugged with a helpless expression. “It might be related to what you’ve been through recently. The gland was subjected to external stimulation, which triggered genetic-level changes. Every time you had a withdrawal episode, it wasn’t just you suffering—your gland and pheromone were being pushed through inhuman trials. That day your gland broke down, it was likely the trigger point for this transformation. It’s extremely rare in practice, but not impossible. Rose pheromones are quite uncommon, and usually appear in people who are deeply devoted in love by nature.”

After saying that, Fan Qidao threw Shen Ci a look that practically screamed, “Just how lucky are you, to land such a lovesick partner?” Then, seeing Shen Ci raise an eyebrow again in silent smugness, his expression downright infuriating, Fan Qidao gritted his teeth in frustration.

Yan Yuzhou was still digesting Fan Qidao’s explanation, scratching his head in partial understanding. After a long pause, he gave a soft “Oh,” then shyly reached up to touch his gland. Glancing at Shen Ci—who was gazing at him tenderly—he gave a sweet, playful smile.
“Mr. Shen, my scent’s changed to rose… do you want to smell it?”

The bold invitation made Fan Qidao, who was eavesdropping with interest on the side, flush red. He let out a couple of awkward coughs and, unable to hold back a grin, goaded them shamelessly:
“Come on, Shen Ci! Your little sweetie just invited you. Be a man—take a bite!”

Shen Ci shot him a cold glare, easily seeing through Fan Qidao’s desire for entertainment—and deliberately refused to give him the satisfaction. Instead, he wrapped his little sweetheart even tighter in his arms, guarding him so completely that not a trace of his pheromones could escape, making absolutely sure Fan Qidao couldn’t get even a whiff.
“Baby, I’ll take a good whiff later,” Shen Ci said to the person in his arms, his voice unusually gentle. Then he turned to Fan Qidao—who was practically bristling with goosebumps—and added sharply,
“If you don’t get out now, I’ll call the director and have him drag you off for a nice chat over tea.”

Fan Qidao’s face changed immediately. He looked like he wanted to bolt then and there. Grinding his molars for a long moment, he reluctantly held back, remembering he still had one last piece of serious business to handle. He switched to a professional tone.

“Shen Ci, since your omega’s pheromone has changed, I suggest you two do another compatibility test. Peach blossom and rose come from different scent families. Are you still a perfect match?”

Shen Ci’s expression turned grave at that, and even Yan Yuzhou, who had been hiding in his arms blushing, suddenly pulled away, his face pale and eyes full of anxiety. He opened his mouth several times but couldn’t speak, finally sniffing quietly in distress.

Shen Ci stayed silent for a while, his expression serious. Then, noticing the worry on his omega’s face—the furrowed brows and anxious little frown—he gave a fond, reassuring smile.

“It’s fine to check. But the most important thing is that Zhouzhou’s illness is cured. That’s all I care about. Everything else… doesn’t matter.”

In the end, under Fan Qidao’s arrangement, the two of them underwent a new pheromone compatibility test.

The results came back quickly:

Shen Ci’s pheromone: Pine resin

Yan Yuzhou’s pheromone: Rose

Pheromone compatibility: 32%

The moment Yan Yuzhou saw the report, it was like being struck by lightning. His mind went blank, buzzing, and he couldn’t react for a long time.

He couldn’t accept the result. A 32% match was so low that even the civil registry would advise against marriage.

32% Compatibility.

A 32% compatibility meant that during an omega’s heat, this kind of alpha wouldn’t be able to mark him. Even if a mark was forced, it would bring immense pain to the omega.

Such a low compatibility score was almost equivalent to a relationship held together in name only—sharing a bed but dreaming different dreams. It foreshadowed a breakup sooner or later.

Yan Yuzhou clutched the corner of the report tightly, looking helplessly at Shen Ci, whose face had turned grim.
“Mr. Shen, we…”

Shen Ci was clearly just as shaken by the number. He furrowed his brows and remained silent for a long while. In the end, he sighed as though giving in, and pulled the small, worried Yan Yuzhou into his arms. His voice was hoarse but he smiled gently,
“It’s just a number, Zhouzhou. It doesn’t mean anything.”

Yan Yuzhou knew Shen Ci was only trying to comfort him, worried that he’d be too upset. But he still couldn’t help frowning, murmuring with concern,
“But with such a low score, we really won’t be compatible…”

Shen Ci gave a faint smile and asked in return,
“And what if we were? Would that guarantee happiness?”

He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if recalling old memories.
“My parents had a high pheromone compatibility—88%. That’s the kind of number people envy. But what was the result? One cheated constantly, the other cared only about making money. In the end, both died tragic deaths.”

After speaking, Shen Ci paused, a flash of pain passing through his brows. But it quickly dissipated like smoke, leaving only a distant look in his eyes.

Yan Yuzhou felt a pang of sadness for Shen Ci. He gently leaned in and hugged him, whispering with compassion by his ear,
“Mr. Shen, I won’t betray you. I won’t hurt you. Don’t be sad about your parents.”

Looking at how tender and thoughtful he was, Shen Ci smiled, kissed the top of his head, and wrapped him tightly in his arms. Teasingly, he said,
“Baby, I’m not the sad one. I’ve ended up making you sad instead. That’s my bad, as your husband. Zhouzhou, I just want you to know—love shouldn’t be determined by pheromones alone. If we truly love each other, we can still be happy.”

The person in his arms, eyes brimming with tears, let out a soft nasal “Mm” and smiled joyfully.

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[Author’s Note]:
Don’t worry, this isn’t a tragedy…

T/N: I’m pinning all my hopes in author laoshi that this really isn’t gonna create problems with their compatibility 🤞