MWMM Chapter 84: Having a Wife Really Is Something

To shake off the emotional blow from earlier, Yan Yuzhou decided to head into the kitchen with Sister Song. Together, they came up with a few dishes Shen Ci might like. Once the food was done, Yan Yuzhou looked at his handiwork with satisfaction. Under Sister Song’s teasing encouragement, he packed everything into a thermal lunchbox and went with the driver, Xiao Wang, to deliver it to Shen Ci’s company.

He still remembered the last time he visited Shen Ci at the office—when he’d caught that little tramp Ran Youyou trying to pull something in Shen Ci’s office. This time, Yan Yuzhou kept his expression taut and guarded, riding the elevator up to the 20th floor with full alertness. He stopped outside Shen Ci’s office, leaned in, and listened carefully—nothing.

Satisfied, Yan Yuzhou smiled to himself, reached out, and knocked gently. There was no response for a long while. He pushed the door slightly—empty.

He pulled out his phone to call Shen Ci, but just then, someone emerged from the elevator, walking in hurried steps. Yan Yuzhou looked up at the sound and saw Shen Ci’s assistant, Liang Xin, quickly approaching.

Caught off guard for a split second upon seeing Yan Yuzhou at the door, Liang Xin recovered almost immediately and respectfully greeted him. “Madam, you’re here.”

Holding the lunchbox, Yan Yuzhou gave a small nod and pointed to the office door. “I knocked just now. No one’s inside. Where’s your President Shen?”

A flicker of discomfort crossed Liang Xin’s face, but he quickly composed himself and answered smoothly, “President Shen has an appointment with Dr. Fan today for a routine checkup. He’s at the hospital right now.”

Understanding dawned on Yan Yuzhou—he recalled that Shen Ci needed regular checkups for his Omega rejection condition. He didn’t think much of it and simply glanced down at the lunchbox in his hands with a tinge of regret. “Is he coming back to the office later?”

Liang Xin nodded. “He should return once the checkup is done.”

Grinning, Yan Yuzhou playfully said, “Great. I brought him lunch—please give it to him for me.”

He handed over the thermal box and gave a casual wave as he prepared to leave.

Just two steps out, Liang Xin respectfully called out behind him, “Madam, you can wait for President Shen in his office if you’d like.”

Yan Yuzhou turned around and looked at the locked door, chuckled, and shrugged. “Can I? Won’t there be confidential stuff inside or something?”

Liang Xin smiled, shook his head, and walked up to the door. Pulling out a key, he unlocked it. “No. President Shen said—you’re not an outsider.”

Then the door opened, and Liang Xin made a welcoming gesture. “Madam, please go in and wait. President Shen will be thrilled to see you when he returns.”

Yan Yuzhou gave him a grateful smile, took the lunchbox back from Liang Xin, and stepped into Shen Ci’s office. He set the box down on the desk and gave the room a quick once-over—it looked just the same as before.

But when his eyes landed on a blooming bouquet of roses sitting on the desk, his expression softened, and a genuine smile spread across his face.

Lately, Shen Ci had taken to calling him “Little Rose” with such fondness. Every room in their home now had roses, and even his office wasn’t exempt. It was clear just how much Shen Ci adored him.

After waiting in the office for a little while, the door was suddenly pushed open—Shen Ci had returned. The moment Yan Yuzhou saw him, he rushed over and threw his arms around him, giving him a big kiss on the cheek. “Honey, I missed you so much!”

Shen Ci wrapped his arms around him without hesitation, letting him tumble into his embrace. The familiar, sweet scent of roses filled his nose, and the corners of his lips curled up. Liang Xin had already called ahead to let him know that his Little Rose had come. He’d been delighted, but he hadn’t expected to be greeted with such an affectionate welcome—a bear hug and a big smooch.

One kiss wasn’t enough for Yan Yuzhou. Arms still around Shen Ci’s neck, he leaned in again for more—but then he heard a soft snort of laughter nearby.

Only then did he realize that Shen Ci hadn’t come in alone—right behind him stood Han Yun, Vice President of Chiyu Films and Xiao Mu’s longtime crush, now plainly treated to a front-row seat of their marital PDA.

Yan Yuzhou instantly felt mortified, wishing he could vanish into the floor. Shen Ci, on the other hand, was clearly pleased, chuckling beside his ear and entirely unfazed by showing off his lover in front of a friend.

Throwing a smug look at Han Yun, Shen Ci then lowered his head and planted a loving kiss on Yan Yuzhou’s forehead, casually keeping his arm around his Little Rose as they walked over to the desk together.

Han Yun—currently: Single Dog—stood frozen at the doorway, hands on his hips, watching in disbelief and frustration.

Well, having a wife really is something.

After a moment of affectionate banter, the couple dialed it back a notch, especially considering Han Yun was still present. Blushing furiously, Yan Yuzhou ducked into Shen Ci’s private lounge, leaving the two men to talk business outside.

The lounge was neat and tidy. The single bed had its covers spread out as if Shen Ci had just recently lain there.

Yan Yuzhou walked over and straightened the quilt, then picked up the pillow to adjust it.

Suddenly, a small blister pack of pills tucked beneath the pillow caught his attention.

He picked it up curiously. It was a white pill—half the blister pack had already been used. Yan Yuzhou carefully examined the name printed on it. Several rare chemical characters he couldn’t recognize.

He pulled out his phone and did a quick search. The result: a special medication for Alphas.

When he reached the section on effects and side effects, Yan Yuzhou’s hand froze, his complexion paling noticeably.

After finishing his conversation with Han Yun, Shen Ci entered the lounge to look for his Omega. His little rose was curled up in bed, fast asleep, hugging his blanket sweetly.

Shen Ci’s gaze softened. He walked over slowly. The little rose turned in his sleep, his face now tilted in Shen Ci’s direction. As if sensing his presence, he opened his drowsy eyes and gave a sleepy, adorable smile, murmuring, “All done?”

Shen Ci replied gently, coaxing him awake. “Be good, sleep more when we get home.”

Yan Yuzhou obediently sat up, his head drooping as he took a few seconds to fully wake. Then his eyes cleared, and he gave a sweet smile. “Wanna be carried by hubby.”

Overflowing with indulgence, Shen Ci swung a large arm around him and scooped Yan Yuzhou up from the bed. He strode out of the office and into the elevator. Amid the teasing and envious looks from colleagues and subordinates, Yan Yuzhou luxuriated in Shen Ci’s embrace all the way to the underground parking lot.

They entered Shen Ci’s Rolls-Royce. Driver Xiao Wang started the engine up front. In an uncharacteristic move, Yan Yuzhou took the initiative to raise the privacy partition between the front and back seats. Now it was just the two of them in a relatively private space.

Then, to Shen Ci’s slight surprise, Yan Yuzhou reached out, tugged him by the neck, and brought their lips together.

In an instant, the back seat was filled with the rich scent of roses. In the midst of the kiss, Yan Yuzhou slightly opened his eyes to observe Shen Ci’s reaction.

But Shen Ci only curved his lips faintly into a soft smile, his expression gentle and indulgent.

Yet Yan Yuzhou felt that something was missing. That trace of madness—of being hopelessly in love—wasn’t there. This wasn’t the expression of someone completely captivated by love.

He was a little too composed.

With that thought, Yan Yuzhou shut his eyes again, kissing with renewed fervor, like a storm sweeping in, drawing a barely detectable flicker of surprise from Shen Ci.

By the time Xiao Wang drove into the villa’s courtyard, the partition still hadn’t come down. Shen Ci opened the door and carried his flushed little rose out. The scent of roses lingered thickly in the air. Nestled softly in Shen Ci’s arms, Yan Yuzhou buried his nose cautiously into his chest, sniffing for a long time, but not even the faintest hint of pine could be found.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t smell it—Shen Ci was just too good at holding it back. Not a trace escaped, as if he wasn’t capable of falling in love at all.

And yet, this man who showed no signs of being emotionally affected, was unbelievably gentle and indulgent toward him.

Yan Yuzhou pouted, looking distressed as he murmured to himself, clearly deep in thought, which made Shen Ci laugh out loud.

This little creature—impatient as ever back in the car—had almost made him lose control and release his pheromones. If he had lost control, he’d have been worried about hurting Yan Yuzhou’s glands.

Such a devilishly tempting little sprite.

[Author’s Note]:
President Shen’s susceptible period is coming… Little Rose is gonna cry…