Can Alpha Also Be A Wife? - Chapter 10
Chapter 10: Reveal Your True Self
“He has no one else but me,” Lu Shihuai said, as if explaining, though a faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
Fu Mingxi didn’t want to witness Lu Shihuai’s usual secretive charm, so he snorted, “It’s somewhat similar, but definitely not the same person!”
Despite his words, he felt a flicker of doubt inside.
Could amnesia really cause such a drastic personality change? Maybe it wasn’t entirely impossible.
Fu Mingxi, who was quietly kneeling before this idea in his heart, decided he’d test it for himself.
It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Lu Shihuai, but when it came to anything involving Lin Ling, this guy’s IQ seemed to drop below zero, and Fu Mingxi couldn’t take everything he said at face value.
Having witnessed Lu Shihuai’s obsessive love behavior several times firsthand made him even more cautious.
He was genuinely afraid that Lu Shihuai might be mistaken about Lin Ling’s identity—and if Lin Ling found out, it could be deadly for him.
“What are you talking about?” Jiang Shuran looked unwell.
Lu Shihuai and Fu Mingxi exchanged glances.
Fu Mingxi silently asked if Lu Shihuai wanted to speak.
Lu Shihuai shook his head.
The fewer people who knew about Lin Ling, the better. Now wasn’t the right time.
“Shuran, you shouldn’t be up and about,” Fu Mingxi said, helping her to her feet. “You’re not fully recovered—go rest.”
Jiang Shuran nodded and stood carefully.
Before heading upstairs, she glanced back and caught sight of Lin Fansheng just coming out of the bathroom, with Lu Shihuai holding a towel beside him, their quiet conversation unreadable.
The tension between them was so palpable that Jiang Shuran felt confused. “Mingxi, who are they…?”
Fu Mingxi noticed Lu Shihuai’s focused expression and ground his teeth quietly. “Don’t pay attention to them.”
That love-addled brain was hopeless.
“Sister Shuran, are you okay?” Lin Fansheng asked, taking the towel from Lu Shihuai and drying his wet hair casually.
He saw Jiang Shuran going upstairs and muttered self-blame, “This is my fault.”
“The injury was my doing, actually—I lost control,” he added.
Today, Lu Shihuai had brought him here, where they met Fu Mingxi and Jiang Shuran.
Without many words, Jiang Shuran took him outside—supposedly to scout the area.
Lin Fansheng understood she was trying to distance him, and it was clear Fu Mingxi and Lu Shihuai were hiding something.
Jiang Shuran only ended up taking him shopping for daily supplies.
According to her, they would stay put until after the parliamentary elections before returning.
She even looked a bit happy as she said this.
Curious, Lin Fansheng learned more about the empire’s upper echelons through her.
The royal family was largely a figurehead with no real power; all authority rested with Parliament and the military. These two had been locked in a fierce struggle for years.
Not only were they fighting each other, but there were internal conflicts within their ranks as well.
Though the royal family appeared untouchable, many members preferred to sit back and watch the political battles unfold.
In short, the empire was in turmoil.
Jiang Shuran shared limited details, but it gave Lin Fansheng some insight into the empire’s chaos.
He also understood the predicament Lu Shihuai was in.
Lu Shihuai and his associates were all suspended from their duties and hunted by political enemies—a deep-seated vendetta that made it a miracle he even got here.
Oh, and there was Lu Shihuai—his boss.
His team had been hunted down, with no sign of anyone left. That implied Lu Shihuai trusted him most.
Lin Fansheng’s opinion of the man named Lin Ling dropped drastically.
If he met that person, he’d definitely confront him to blow off steam.
His boss barely acknowledged him beyond assigning tasks. Unlike normal companies that send holiday greetings and try to keep morale up, Lu Shihuai worked hard for him but received no news in return.
Thanks to Lu Shihuai’s thick protective filter, Lin Fansheng finally felt free enough to think about leaving and starting his own business.
On the way back, they witnessed a mugger brandishing a knife.
Lin Fansheng wanted to rescue the victim but didn’t want to hurt anyone.
He clearly remembered that the first time he disarmed the attacker, he hadn’t intended to kill him.
But when he caught a glimpse of a black butterfly tattoo on the attacker’s hand, his body moved on its own, slashing the man with a knife.
His reaction was faster than his thoughts.
Before he could process it, Jiang Shuran stepped in to block the blade.
Bl00d splattered on him, but the adrenaline numbed his worries.
“Sorry,” Lin Fansheng murmured, his eyes dimming. “If only I could remember who I am.”
This was the first time since waking up that Lin Fansheng had a desperate urge to know his true identity.
He didn’t believe that the Lin Fansheng of the Lin family was really him.
In other words, he didn’t trust that to be his genuine self.
He could survive alone in the wild, skillfully dress wounds, heal faster than Alpha Lu Shihuai, and kill without hesitation…
All these signs screamed that he was powerful and dangerous—not a frail man.
Lin Fansheng wanted to uncover the truth of who he really was.
He wanted to know what he’d done before, what the tattoo meant, and why his subconscious acted so violently.
He even hurt those close to him…
Lu Shihuai took the towel from Lin Fansheng and dried his hair.
His long black hair slipped through Lu Shihuai’s cold fingers.
Lu Shihuai lowered his gaze, feeling something strange in his hand—a heat mingled with coldness.
Since it was something cold at its core, it was better not to touch it and risk disappointment.
Lu Shihuai’s motions were neither hurried nor slow; he had wrestled with his decision for a long time.
Maybe this was the best moment.
If Lin Fansheng found out he had lied later, given his personality, they might never meet again.
Lu Shihuai made up his mind and confessed, “Actually…”
“Are you upset?” Lin Fansheng interrupted, turning his head to avoid eye contact and continuing to dry his hair.
“No need to dry it, my hair’s short and I’ll do it quickly,” Lin Fansheng said.
“Tell me, what’s wrong?” he urged, pulling Lu Shihuai close so they sat together like old friends.
“Have my feelings affected you?” he asked with concern.
Lu Shihuai had seemed off just moments ago, and Lin Fansheng’s intuition told him to call him over.
Sure enough, after the question, Lu Shihuai wiped away his melancholy and said softly, “No, I just want to tell you something.”
He hesitated, unsure how to start.
Lin Fansheng tilted his head, looking at him quietly, then surprised him by saying, “You know who I really am.”
Not the surface ‘Lin Fansheng’, but the real him.
Lu Shihuai’s pupils contracted; he avoided Lin Fansheng’s gaze.
He fought the urge to flee, gripping his clothes tightly, struggling to keep his panic at bay.
Taking a deep breath, Lu Shihuai admitted, “Yes, I know.”
There was a tremor in his voice. “I’m sorry—I’ve been lying to you… You are Lin Ling.”
With this first confession, words failed him.
“I know your contractor and the password.”
He didn’t dare face Lin Fansheng, afraid of his disgust and rejection.
No one likes being deceived.
Lu Shihuai braced himself to be pushed away.
Moments passed without Lin Fansheng saying a word.
His lashes fluttered slightly. Why hadn’t he spoken?
Didn’t he want to say something?
Cold pain surged in Lu Shihuai’s chest, spreading to his stiff, numb fingers.
Finally, Lin Fansheng asked in a neutral tone, “Is what you said true?”
His face was unreadable, leaving Lu Shihuai unsure of his thoughts.
“Yes, we’ve known each other for ten years—I would never be mistaken,” Lu Shihuai answered, trying to keep his voice steady.
In the next moment, his cold fingers felt a touch of warmth.
Before he could react, Lin Fansheng spun him around.
“I’m sorry, it looks like I was the one who left first,” his clear voice was calm, without blame.
He didn’t question why Lu Shihuai hid the truth, nor did he accuse him.
Instead, he smiled gently, “You must be working very hard.”
It was obvious Lin Fansheng had sent someone to find him.
After all that effort, Lu Shihuai only found an amnesiac ‘Lin Fansheng.’
He didn’t know anything or offer any help.
Now Lu Shihuai’s earlier reluctance to avoid him made sense—he’d subconsciously hoped Lin Fansheng would remember.
Lu Shihuai shook his head, “No, if you want, I’ll do it.”
“Really?” Lin Fansheng stretched out his arms and smiled. “Want a hug?”
Feeling heat rising in his cheeks, Lu Shihuai immediately buried himself in Lin Fansheng’s embrace.
“Sorry…” he murmured.
Lin Fansheng held him close, gently patting his back, whispering in his ear, “I’m the one who should say sorry. Let’s call it even.”
The warm breath tickled his ear, and Lu Shihuai instinctively turned his head, eyes deep and intense.
His hands couldn’t help but rest on the waist of the person in front of him, fingers moving with familiar ease.
Lin Fansheng shifted and quickly stopped the awkward moment.
“Cough, don’t touch my waist.”
He tried to pull away, but found himself the one being hugged.
Lin Fansheng removed Lu Shihuai’s hand and hurried off.
Lu Shihuai blinked, and the last trace of vulnerability vanished.
Indeed, gentle approaches worked best.
No matter how cold the ice, it could melt if handled the right way.