The Cannon Fodder Alpha Who Made the Heroine Pregnant - Chapter 39

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Zhou Lan, absorbed in her music, didn’t notice the car trailing her.

For half an hour, Chu Zhao silently followed, respecting her solitude—until a flashy sports car screeched to halt beside Zhou Lan.

In this affluent villa district spanning several university campuses but housing fewer than 10,000 of Jiangning’s millions, such reckless driving was rare.

Zhou Lan froze mid-step as the vehicle blocked her path.

A young man in his early twenties emerged, leering with what he clearly considered charm.

“Need a ride, sweetheart?” His smirk turned Zhou Lan’s stomach.

Dressed simply without luxury labels, she looked every bit the student—an appearance that apparently invited such condescension.

“I’m an Alpha,” Zhou Lan stated flatly, producing her ID to prove it while shielding personal details.

The man’s face fell. “You—” An Alpha masquerading as an Omega? Infuriating.

He turned to leave when a white sneaker sent him sprawling.

Zhou Lan blinked at the sudden violence, her gaze traveling up the attacker’s legs—those endless, soul-stealing legs in tailored slacks—to Chu Zhao’s icy expression.

“What are you doing here?” Zhou Lan asked, spotting Chu Zhao’s parked car. Had she been followed this whole time?

Ignoring the question, Chu Zhao advanced on the groaning man until Zhou Lan wrapped arms around her waist. “Don’t, this could complicate your plans!”

The physical contact startled them both. Chu Zhao stiffened at the warmth seeping through their clothes, her anger dissipating into awkward awareness.

“Get lost,” she finally growled at the man, who scrambled into his car not without a parting shot: “Mate, you’re stuck with this violent Omega—good luck!”

Zhou Lan memorized his license plate for later retribution before realizing she was still embracing Chu Zhao.

Releasing her instantly, both women avoided eye contact until Chu Zhao broke the silence: “Why walk?”

“I needed to clear my head.”

“Where to?”

Their overlapping questions—”Can you drive me out of the district?” / “I’ll take you”—made Zhou Lan laugh. “Then I’ll trouble you, Miss Chu.”

The formal address earned a raised brow but no comment.

En route, Zhou Lan requested the subway station before admitting her actual destination: the Nan Yu River music festival by Sacred Sage Temple.

“Want to come? I have tickets,” she offered, expecting refusal.

Chu Zhao surprised her: “Alright.”

“…Wait, really?”

“Is there a problem?”

Zhou Lan hastily checked her bag, The Rolling Eggs had given her a stack of passes.

The car filled with Chu Zhao’s subtle fragrance, a scent Zhou Lan found inexplicably soothing despite their mutual suppression patch. Yet as the pheromones intertwined in the enclosed space, both grew uncomfortably warm—cheeks flushing, pulses quickening.

Zhou Lan cranked down the window, letting in sweltering air rather than endure the intoxicating proximity.

Damn 100% compatibility, she cursed inwardly. Even with suppressants, their biology betrayed them.