Can Alpha Also Be A Wife? - Chapter 6

Chapter 6 – Do You Eat Apples?

Sitting beside Lu Shihuai’s hospital bed, Lin Fansheng peeled an apple while casually sharing what he’d seen outside.

“I took a walk earlier. This place doesn’t feel like a barren star at all,” he said, slicing the fruit. “They’ve got proper infrastructure, people seem well-fed, tech’s advanced too…” He rattled off several advantages before summing it up with a thoughtful, “Honestly, looks pretty prosperous.”

“What did you expect a barren star to look like?” Lu Shihuai asked, amused.

Lin thought for a beat. “A place where nothing grows, no water, no life. Basically uninhabitable for humans.”

Lu Shihuai adjusted himself against the pillows, opened a screen on his contactor, and angled it toward Lin.

“This city is the only habitable place on the entire planet,” he explained. “Only 30 million people can survive here with the current resources. For comparison, the least developed imperial planet can sustain at least 500 million.”

Lin glanced through the census and began to grasp the true scale of the empire. Planets like Hillier weren’t rare—it was just that the empire’s population was immense.

But a question quietly rose in his mind.

Why was he on this planet?

As the thought lingered, a possibility flashed through him. Lin asked, almost tentatively, “Did your friend get back to you?”

But as soon as he said it, he felt like he was wrong. That guy’s messages had been so cold—nothing like him.

“He’s following a plan,” Lu Shihuai answered vaguely, not lying but carefully skirting the details. “I’m supposed to help out here for a while. When we’re done, I’ll take you back home.”

Lin blinked. Wait—what?

“Take me home?” Lin froze, and the knife in his hand accidentally nicked his finger. Bl00d bloomed instantly across the fresh white of the apple’s skin.

He winced slightly but didn’t flinch.

Putting down the knife and apple, Lin looked up, voice urgent. “Did you find out who I am?”

These past days, living with no memories and no access to the network, he’d felt completely adrift. Hearing this now stirred something inside him.

“I found something that could be you.” Lu Shihuai pulled up a profile on his device and showed it to him.

Eagerly, Lin leaned in to read it.

While he was distracted, Lu Shihuai noticed the bleeding cut and frowned. Without saying a word, he grabbed antiseptic and bandages from the nightstand.

His movements were slow and careful, his fingers shaking slightly as he reached for Lin’s hand—watching for any reaction.

When Lin didn’t pull away, Lu exhaled quietly, relieved.

Thank goodness for amnesia.

He bent his head and began tending to the wound with painstaking care.

Lin, meanwhile, scanned the sparse profile. No photo, barely a few lines of text.

“Lin Fansheng, male Alpha, 28. Born with chronic health issues. Sent to a medical planet for treatment as a child. Youngest son of the Lin family—one of the top noble houses on the Imperial Capital Star.”

He paused.

Wait… frail? Sent for long-term care?

He could knock out a bear with one punch!

Was this really him?

Before he could think further, he felt something cold on his skin and instinctively jerked his hand—only to realize it didn’t move.

“…?”

He looked down—and stared, stunned.

Lu Shihuai was hunched over his hand, brow furrowed in focus as he cleaned the wound gently.

“Let go!” Lin protested, trying not to move. “You’ve still got an IV in—don’t strain your arm!”

Seriously, who bandages someone else while they have a needle in their arm?

“…I’m an Alpha, not some delicate Omega. It’s just a scratch,” Lin muttered, glancing at the scab forming.

“Still, better not to risk infection,” Lu said, not lifting his gaze.

Lin let him finish, eyes full of mixed feelings.

Was Lu Shihuai always this… gentle? Could they really be strangers?

Just as Lin was about to ask, Lu spoke first.

“I’ve got a condition—can’t stand seeing people hurt. Makes my heart ache.”

“…Huh?”

“You’re a Major General in the Imperial Forces and that’s your excuse?” Lin deadpanned.

He’d overheard enough from the AI and that blonde guy to know Lu’s real identity.

To his surprise, Lu nodded solemnly. “Yeah. That’s why I’m on medical leave right now.”

“…Okay,” Lin muttered, not knowing whether to laugh or sympathize.

“But it’s fine,” Lu continued calmly. “Even while I’m grounded, I can still complete assignments remotely. Right now, I’m helping him—my superior—clean up some problems here.”

He looked apologetically at Lin. “Which means we’ll need to stay here a bit longer.”

“You’re telling me this… why?” Lin asked curiously.

“You know you can’t help much in your condition anyway,” Lu said with a half-smile.

And he was right. Lin had no memory, no contact with the outside world, and possibly enemies lurking in the dark. What could he even do?

“…But are you sure that information is really about me?” Lin still had doubts.

“I’m not entirely sure,” Lu admitted. “But this is the best match. Other files had photos, and none of them looked like you.”

He added, “The Lin family’s youngest has always been a mystery. No one’s seen him. Even his name was unknown.”

“So the only way to find out is to go back to the capital.”

What Lu didn’t say: He knew this was Lin Fansheng.

He recognized the subtle resemblance to Lin Ling—the person he knew best in the world.

Lin weighed his options. It wasn’t like he had another plan. Besides, if Lu Shihuai was wrong, they’d figure it out once they got to the capital.

“Looks like I don’t really have a choice,” he sighed.

Everything he knew about this world had come from Lu. Without him, he’d be lost.

And Lu had promised to help him find his family. He didn’t seem like someone who’d go back on that.

Feeling more at ease, Lin glanced at the apple on the table, then grabbed a fresh one from the fruit basket.

“You want another apple?”

“Hmm? I’ll eat this one.” Lu casually picked up the half-peeled apple—still stained with bl00d—and took a bite.

The crisp sound of the bite echoed through the room.

Lin: “…”

Right. This guy really isn’t picky.

He quietly returned the fresh apple and picked up a box of pre-washed strawberries instead. His hand was wrapped in bandages anyway—he couldn’t peel things easily right now.

As he munched, he glanced at Lu’s face and thought: I’m definitely asking about this guy tonight.

The next day, both of them were casually browsing the star network when Lu suddenly said, “My team should be arriving today.”

Lin looked up. “Huh?”

Lu rubbed his temples, trying to find the right words.

With Lin’s amnesia, he didn’t remember any of the prior arrangements.

“I’m here because of Lin Ling,” Lu said simply. “I told you before.”

Lin nodded. Coincidentally, he had the same last name.

“I thought I was being careful,” Lu continued. “But word got out that I left the capital. A lot of people want to take advantage of that.”

He paused. “So I left behind a backup plan—told my most trusted people exactly what I was doing and where I was going.”

“Now that they’re arriving, I want to get discharged.”

Lin frowned. “But it’s only been a day—are you sure you’re healed?”

“I’m fine,” Lu said calmly, unwrapping the bandage from his upper body.

His chest was smooth, unblemished—no trace of injury. Lean muscle rose and fell subtly with each breath.

Lin stared for a second, then reached out and poked his side experimentally.

Lu flinched slightly, clearly surprised.

“So it is healed,” Lin mumbled.

Then again, given Lu’s Alpha physique and strange resilience, maybe this wasn’t so surprising.

Lu quickly pulled his shirt back on, eyelashes lowering.

“So, am I good to leave?”

Lin didn’t answer right away. Instead, he called in a doctor and insisted on a full checkup.

By the time the exams were complete, it was well into the afternoon.

Lin held the diagnostic report, reading each result line by line. Everything was normal—except for an unusually high mental strength threshold.

At last, he nodded. “Okay. You’re cleared. Let’s go.”