Can Alpha Also Be A Wife? - Chapter 7
Chapter 7 – Between the Sea of Stars
Outside the hospital, Lin Fansheng and Lu Shihuai waited side by side for their transport.
It was a muggy afternoon. Lu Shihuai tugged at his collar, undoing a couple of buttons to let the breeze in, revealing his sharp collarbone and the distinct line of his Adam’s apple.
Lin Fansheng’s eyes instinctively followed the motion.
Under the sunlight, Lu’s fair skin seemed to give off a soft glow, unintentionally dazzling.
Lin let out a quiet tsk. “You’ve got that delicate look, doesn’t quite scream ‘Alpha’.”
“Huh?” Lu turned his head slightly.
Without warning, he stepped closer and reached out—pinching Lin’s cheek.
Lin: ?!
Lu Shihuai’s tone was casual. “Firm, smooth, and nice to the touch. You’d fetch a decent price.”
It took Lin a couple of seconds to register the words. Then—
“You’re joking, right? You’re selling me now?” he snapped.
So what if he had poked at Lu’s abs earlier and commented on his looks? Was this revenge?
“I’d never sell you,” Lu replied coolly, eyes fixed forward. “Our ride’s here.”
He opened the back door of the arriving car, standing beside it like a proper gentleman, inviting him in.
Lin was halfway through another retort but stopped. Okay, fine—he’d let it slide this time.
Lu really was the considerate type.
He raised his chin slightly as he approached the car. “Thanks,” he said with mock formality.
Lu’s gaze softened. “My pleasure.”
Inside the vehicle, Lin turned into a bundle of curiosity, poking at every panel and button.
It was a self-driving city car, entirely AI-controlled with only audio sensors installed—no cameras—so Lin wasn’t worried about anyone seeing how unfamiliar he was with tech.
Following a prompt, he called out hesitantly, “Hey, little one—play some music.”
The AI responded promptly: “Xiaoyi received the command. Playing—”
“Play Sea of Stars,” Lin added.
A serene melody filled the car, the opening notes soft and immersive. Moments later, a gentle, distant female voice began to sing, her tone tinged with longing.
Lin turned his head—and met Lu Shihuai’s gaze.
Coincidentally, Lu was already looking at him. His eyes, dark and unreadable, held an unspoken depth beneath the shadows of the vehicle’s interior.
That kind of look made you want to unravel the mystery—like reaching into the dark just to see what’s there.
Almost as if sensing this, Lu leaned in a little closer. The light shifted in his eyes, drawing Lin in.
His voice was low and resonant. “Like it?”
Lin’s heart stuttered.
There it was again.
That strange, almost magnetic tension between them.
He didn’t like getting swept up in emotions—but with Lu Shihuai, it was hard to keep his guard up.
He took a deep breath, reined himself in, and gave a calm answer. “Yeah. It’s beautiful.”
Then he gave Lu a gentle shove back. “Can you not lean in so close? What happened to personal space? Don’t they teach you anything at Alpha Academy?”
Lu let himself be pushed back, still smiling. “And where did you learn that?”
“I didn’t. I just figured it out,” Lin huffed. “Just because I’ve lost my memory doesn’t mean I’ve lost all my brain cells.”
“My mistake,” Lu said, ever so agreeable.
If anyone paid attention, though, they’d see that no matter what Lin said, Lu always yielded.
Lin went quiet, listening to the melody.
After a while, he murmured, “The song’s lovely… but kind of sad too.”
“What’s it about?” he asked.
Lu thought for a moment, then explained, “Two people who care deeply for each other, but they’re separated by the stars—unable to meet.”
Lin frowned. “Why don’t they just go find each other?”
“Because they have responsibilities. They can’t choose where they go.”
“That serious?”
“It is. Lives are at stake.”
There was a pause.
After a moment of silence, Lin sighed softly. “If it were me, no matter how far or difficult, I’d go find them.”
Lu asked, “Even if it meant endangering others?”
“Then that’s on me—not being strong enough,” Lin said with a slight smile. “I’d like to think I’m not that useless.”
Lu’s gaze softened. “Neither do I.”
He changed the music. “Let’s listen to something else.”
“Why are we here?” Lin asked as he looked around the shopping mall they’d just entered.
Weren’t they supposed to meet Lu’s team? How did they end up in a mall?
He didn’t know their destination—the car only responded to Lu’s voice commands.
“You’ll see,” Lu said, already walking ahead.
After a moment’s pause, Lin followed.
Lu moved with clear purpose, ignoring all the salespeople trying to get their attention, heading straight to a clothing store on the third floor.
Lin looked up at the unfamiliar brand name. “We’re shopping?”
Lu nodded. “Try some things on.”
It was the nicest store available on this planet.
Lin’s expression twitched. He’s really treating me like a freeloader now… clothes and all.
No—wait. He did save Lu. That counts, right?
…Except Lu helped him find his family. That kind of cancels it out.
Still, he did say he’d stick with Lu and take care of him. That evens it a little?
After a brief moral wrestling match in his head, Lin came to terms with it.
They were already here—might as well pick a couple of outfits.
With renewed resolve, he stepped into the store.
Lu, who had likely guessed 90% of Lin’s internal conflict, pressed his lips together to hide a smile.
Still the same… thoughts written all over his face.
The store assistant greeted them enthusiastically.
“We’re buying for him,” Lu said. “Something casual, youthful.”
Lin gave him a sideways glare. “Are you saying I look old?”
According to his file, he was only 28. With people living well into their 300s, that was practically a baby.
“No, not at all.” Lu leaned in and whispered near his ear, “We’ll need it for later.”
Lin immediately stepped back, rubbing his ear. “Didn’t I just say—don’t get so close!”
“You’re the boss. Do what you want,” he muttered. Lu was footing the bill anyway.
The store assistant, watching the subtle back-and-forth between them, lit up. Couples like this are the best customers!
She led them eagerly toward the most expensive section of the store.
Lin’s eyes scanned the racks. One piece caught his attention. He turned over the tag.
Six figures. Just like Lu’s hospital bill.
“This one’s a little…” he began.
“We’ll take that,” Lu said smoothly. “And these next few too.”
He added, “I want two of each.”
“Of course!” the assistant replied, beaming. This single transaction would hit half her annual sales goal.
Lin nudged Lu’s shoulder. “Lu Shihuai… did your house lose a canary or something?”
He had no idea how much money Lu had. But judging by this spending…
Too late to consider becoming a proper soft-dependent now?
Lu coughed lightly. “No, nothing’s missing.”
Honestly, this man used to keep his emotions under tight control. Now—with amnesia—he let his thoughts run wild. It was a bit much.
“Hey, don’t dismiss me right away.” Lin grinned. “I’m good-looking, built, can fight and cook—what more could you want in a live-in companion?”
Lu was unmoved. “Enough joking.”
He glanced around. “These clothes won’t do. I’ll take you somewhere better next time.”
Lin saw the store assistant returning with their selections and decided to play along. “Okay, boss~”
“Would you like to take the clothes with you or have them delivered?” the assistant asked politely.
Lu scribbled an address. “Send the rest. But…”
He paused. “Can we wear one of them now?”
“Of course,” she said. “They’ve all been cleaned and sealed, ready for immediate wear.”
“Great. We’ll put these on,” Lu said, handing Lin the piece he liked.
Without waiting for a reply, Lu grabbed the matching one for himself and walked toward the changing room.
Lin held the garment, a bit stunned. He looked at Lu’s retreating figure, then ducked into the stall next door.
The dressing rooms were only separated by a thin wall.
As he changed, he could clearly hear fabric rustling from the other side.
He’s changing shirts, Lin thought, half amused, half exasperated.
They really skimped on soundproofing here.
He pushed the thought aside and changed quickly.
Honestly, the clothes he’d been wearing had come from Lu’s emergency supplies. He hadn’t had the chance to get anything new—especially with no ID or contactor access.
Good thing Lu dragged him here. Any longer, and he might’ve started stinking.
Meanwhile, in the next stall, Lu Shihuai pressed a hand to his chest, his brows furrowing.
He had faked the fainting and the bl00d earlier—but the injuries? Those were real.
He just hoped Lin Fansheng wouldn’t notice.