11
Xu Yuan was somewhat withdrawn. The current scene was almost identical to the one after they left the bar that time.
He Chen slept beside him, his brows still furrowed even in sleep. His hand was stubbornly placed on Xu Yuan’s waist, making it impossible for Xu Yuan to sit up.
However, Xu Yuan now understood. Don’t provoke an alpha during their rut, especially when you’re an omega. He didn’t think so initially, but for some reason, he ended up half-resisting, half-giving in…
Looking back now, Xu Yuan suddenly realized the reason for this situation… Last night, he felt He Chen was extremely sad, the kind of sadness that had been suppressed to the limit before finally erupting.
He seemed to have made up his mind that Xu Yuan would leave, so he went all out, letting the emotions of his rut consume all conscience.
Xu Yuan pursed his lips and reached out to touch He Chen’s furrowed brows. “…Idiot. Never saying a word, always with that scowl on your face; you were like this in high school, too.” Xu Yuan sighed, lowering his voice to a whisper, “You’ll suffocate yourself.”
After finally breaking free from He Chen’s grip, Xu Yuan put on his coat and glanced at the bed. His hand unconsciously touched the back of his neck, where there were several new bite marks from He Chen last night.
His waist also ached. Ridiculous.
Xu Yuan was worried. He felt the current situation was difficult; an alpha in rut couldn’t communicate properly. But if they didn’t clear things up, He Chen might do something unpredictable when he came to his senses.
After all, He Chen was even harder to communicate with during normal periods.
After much thought, Xu Yuan called He Chen’s assistant, and together they dismantled the electronic lock on the room door.
The assistant was puzzled, asking, “Mr. Xu… what are we doing?”
Xu Yuan clapped his hands, rubbing his brow as he silently cursed at He Chen on the bed. Outwardly, he remained calm, putting on a suitable smile. “His emotions are unstable right now. I need to step out, and I’m afraid he might run out and cause a scene when he wakes up, so it’s better to lock him in.”
The assistant, who had probably never seen such a scene before, was momentarily speechless. After a while, he looked at Xu Yuan with understanding and approval. “As expected of Mr. Xu, you’re really thoughtful.”
Xu Yuan smiled faintly, saying nothing further.
He didn’t lie; before dismantling the lock, he had even emptied He Chen’s liquor cabinet into the trash downstairs. At the same time, he needed to meet with an omega.
Some things, he probably knew more about.
12
The two of them met at a coffee shop not far from He Chen’s house.
The omega’s original name was Jiang Yao. Two months ago, he had just gotten married and registered with his boyfriend. Unfortunately, at that time, Xu Yuan and He Chen were busy chasing back and forth in New York, missing Jiang Yao’s wedding.
Jiang Yao arrived early, and by the time Xu Yuan arrived, his coffee cup was already empty.
“I was surprised when you asked me out today,” Jiang Yao smiled faintly, with two small dimples at the corners of his mouth.
Xu Yuan didn’t realize it had been a long time since he noticed this. He sighed, tossing the lock onto the table. As he was about to sit down, a sudden jolt of pain shot through his waist, causing his face to turn pale, then red. He carefully sat down.
Jiang Yao probably figured out what happened and gestured for a server to bring a soft pillow for Xu Yuan. “Last night must have been…difficult, given He Chen’s state. He’s probably determined that it’s you for life.”
Xu Yuan knew Jiang Yao meant well and didn’t object to the pillow, carefully placing it behind his waist.
“Why could you tell that he likes me?” Xu Yuan asked, puzzled and even a little annoyed. “I asked you out this time precisely because of this. You don’t know what he’s been saying to me – I’m always at a loss!”
Jiang Yao nodded seriously, speaking softly, “Xu Yuan, you haven’t changed a bit since high school, still oblivious in some ways.” Jiang Yao couldn’t help but chuckle before continuing, “There’s a saying: the parties involved are confused, while the bystanders have clarity. Before He Chen changed assistants two years ago, I worked with him for a while.”
Through Jiang Yao’s description, Xu Yuan learned about the hidden side of He Chen.
“He had a photo of you on his desk, probably from high school, along with your graduation picture… He Chen made me feel that loving someone is a serious and heavy matter. Although I don’t know what happened between you two, he likes you very much.”
Jiang Yao went on, “I also asked him why he didn’t tell you directly. Do you know what He Chen said? He said you liked me, and he had already caused you trouble when he graduated high school. He couldn’t make the same mistake again. To be honest, I felt a little sorry for him at the time. But after all, love requires mutual affection. What he said made sense – if it caused you distress, then the love wouldn’t be as pure.”
Xu Yuan’s breathing became lighter as he stared at the freshly served coffee, deep in thought.
He Chen had never told him he loved him, even when pursuing him.
“There’s also the matter with your parents. The problem probably arose years ago, but He Chen has been helping to mediate, holding things together until last year. Besides, I suspect your parents didn’t take you with them when they left because they felt He Chen could at least protect you.”
Xu Yuan looked at Jiang Yao in disbelief, his mouth opening and closing for a long time before uttering, “Even my parents knew he likes me?”
The other nodded, gently pushing his glasses up with the same quiet demeanor as before. “When they signed the contract back then, He Chen’s condition was you, Xu Yuan.” Jiang Yao smiled, pointing at him. “It seems you’re the only one in the world who doesn’t know about this.”
13
Xu Yuan walked back to He Chen’s residence listlessly with the lock in his hand. As soon as the assistant saw him, he rushed over like seeing a lifeline, eyes brimming with tears. “There’s been so much noise coming from the room, I was worried that Mr. He would kick down the door! Thank goodness you’re back, Mr. Xu.”
Even without being told, Xu Yuan could hear the considerable commotion inside. He sighed, took out a spare key, unlocked the door, and locked it back in one go.
He Chen stood barefoot by the sofa in his home clothes, with a mess all around—who knows how many things he had thrown.
Xu Yuan felt like he needed to use He Chen’s own tactics in this situation.
Clearing his throat, he looked at He Chen threateningly. “If you don’t quiet down, believe me, I’ll fly to New York tomorrow, then Paris, and you won’t be able to find me!”
This threat indeed worked on He Chen. He stood very still, his voice slightly hoarse. “I thought you left.”
Xu Yuan nodded, taking off his coat as he approached. “Yes, not only did I leave, but I also removed your lock.”
He Chen watched this person so close to him, their breaths gradually intertwining.
“You found out?”
Xu Yuan sighed, raising his hand to hold He Chen’s face steady as he leaned in to place a light kiss on his lips. “If you’re referring to you liking me to the point of death, even helping my parents with their issues, then yes, I know.”
He Chen said nothing.
“He Chen, I understand now. I can’t expect you to say anything nice, so I’ll say those three words myself: I love you.”
…
“I love you.”
No sooner had the words left Xu Yuan’s lips than a forceful strength exploded around his waist. In a few seconds, he found himself thrown onto the bedroom mattress.
The lingering scent of desire hung in the air as He Chen didn’t even wait for a reaction before pouncing on him like a wolf, devouring him hungrily.
Amid the whimpers, a few broken sentences could be heard:
“He Chen, be gentle! The bites from yesterday haven’t healed yet! What kind of crazy rut is this!”
14
After He Chen’s rut, Xu Yuan lay listlessly on the bed, hugging a pillow as he watched the serious figure working at the desk. With a sigh, he said, “From now on, I’ll make sure you take your medication properly and see a doctor. You need to take good care of your health.”
“Xu Yuan,” He Chen looked up, his tone serious, “Having you is enough.”
“I’m not medicine,” Xu Yuan said flatly.
Author’s Note:
Another little story completed, I’m happy.
Undoubtedly, He Chen is the most tragic of all my gong, poor guy.
TLN: I like this author’s works hehe. This is super short but I really really like it. So I translated it. The author has another short story that is only six chapters long. I will translate that as well and maybe post it after Father’s Day.
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