The Sickly Omega Is No Longer Pretending to Be Good/Obedient - Chapter 17

Chapter 17: Ringing the Bell – “At least for now, I’ve got your back.”

Wen Jiangchu’s deep voice landed in Shen Qiudu’s ears. His pupils constricted, and his anxious heart could only make him shake his head mechanically.

“No… it’s not, I’m not… not.”

Shen Qiudu weakly raised his hand to push against Wen Jiangchu’s chest, but Wen Jiangchu simply pulled his hand down, sniffing and kissing his fingertips like a small dog—

Those were the fingers Shen Qiudu had instinctively used to cover his scent gland just moments ago, and they were stained with the scent of the Chinese trumpet creeper.

Wen Jiangchu’s lowered eyes and distracted gaze only allowed Shen Qiudu to cling desperately to one thought to deceive himself: he was B-class, unable to 100% attract S-class Alpha Wen Jiangchu into an early rut.

But Shen Qiudu forgot one thing: pheromones were not the only influencing factor for humans. Just his presence, breathing in front of Wen Jiangchu, was enough.

Shen Qiudu’s head was about to explode. He had never been this close to an Alpha before the onset of any rut. He didn’t dare to imagine what he would do once Wen Jiangchu found out.

Would he be like those people, trying to seize the opportunity to consume him, or would he look at his exposed, soft scent gland with that kind of lewd, filthy gaze?

The bright daylight hanging overhead felt like a silver needle pronouncing his guilt, draining and crushing him. The unease and panic preceding the rut were torturing every inch of Shen Qiudu’s skin.

During the rut, an Omega would intensely crave an Alpha’s intimacy and company, magnifying Shen Qiudu’s hard-won suppressed desires and longings a hundredfold.

For Shen Qiudu, this was like exposing all his unspeakable secrets for all to see.

His previous pretense of calmness and strength was merely a facade before a crumbling wall, a dream Shen Qiudu had constructed for himself.

Shen Qiudu had always believed he was brave, independent, capable of single-handedly supporting his precarious home, and unlike those Omegas, he would not accept a fate of submitting to others.

But this uncontrollable situation now made Shen Qiudu despise himself. It exposed a bloody truth—Shen Qiudu wasn’t as strong as he thought. He couldn’t protect the people he wanted to protect, and he was no different from those Omegas, perhaps even worse.

But he would not accept it, and he refused to believe it!

So, Shen Qiudu desperately used brute force to push away Wen Jiangchu’s body, running toward the head of the bed, his trembling hand retrieving a pair of scissors from beneath the pillow.

“Shen Qiudu! What are you doing!? Be good, put the scissors down—”

“You leave! If you leave… I’ll be fine.”

His eyes were red, but he didn’t shed a single tear. He fiercely held the scissors against his already excruciatingly painful scent gland, his voice broken and hoarse.

Shen Qiudu began to hypnotize himself again, the only way for him to temporarily escape reality—

Yes, as long as Wen Jiangchu, the person who always made him lose control, left, he would still be the original Shen Qiudu, and nothing would change.

As long as Wen Jiangchu existed for a second, Shen Qiudu’s Omega nature would instinctively send him into Wen Jiangchu’s hands, and he might even feel pleasure.

This was too terrifying.

Shen Qiudu couldn’t trust anyone, nor could he surrender himself to anyone. This was the truth he had upheld for years living in the slums.

Even his own father would try to sell him for profit, let alone a stranger he had known for less than three months?

Moreover, being with a pheromone he liked so much would expose his truest desires. He didn’t want that, and he certainly wouldn’t willingly expose his weakness.

Because Shen Qiudu didn’t want to become a helpless fish struggling under someone else’s blade.

“Okay, okay… I’ll go, I’ll go now.”

Wen Jiangchu softened his voice, doing his best to calm Shen Qiudu, and slowly moved towards the door, his lonely figure eventually swallowed by the darkness.

The door closed, and everything faded away.

The scissors clattered onto the floor with a brittle sound. His weakened body dropped unexpectedly, making Shen Qiudu hit the floor hard.

His shoulders were still trembling, and the pain in his scent gland intensified.

Shen Qiudu clung to his sanity, fumbling in the drawer for two tubes of cheap suppressants, which he injected into his body without hesitation.

The cheap suppressants, when injected into the body, came with intense side effects: headaches, nausea, high fever… But none of this mattered to Shen Qiudu right now.

As long as tonight’s plan went smoothly, he would have no regrets, even if he died.

Half an hour after the injection, the pain in his scent gland finally subsided. Shen Qiudu laboriously climbed up from the floor. The moment he took a breath, the strong scent of the Chinese trumpet creeper rushed to his nose.

His nerves instantly tightened. That was a close call. The pheromone was still so strong even half an hour later. He couldn’t even dare to imagine what it was like when he was with Wen Jiangchu.

Fortunately, perhaps because of the different classifications, Wen Jiangchu’s reaction wasn’t overly intense, and he didn’t seem to have any intention of marking him.

Thinking of this, Shen Qiudu pursed his lips, his heart feeling a bit heavy, but the current situation allowed for no distraction. He quickly grabbed his phone and sent a message to Xu Zhouye—

【Change of time. I’m coming to the garage for you now.】

Shen Qiudu stabilized his mind before quietly opening the door. He cautiously poked his head out from behind the door, scrutinizing the second-floor corridor.

The sky was completely bright; the time was 10:00 AM. Shen Qiudu was almost 12 hours ahead of schedule, but leaving the Wen family now was the best option he could think of.

The corridor was empty, without a single sound. Shen Qiudu tiptoed out of the room and headed for the stairs.

His room was to the right of Wen Jiangchu’s bedroom. To go downstairs, he would have to pass Wen Jiangchu’s room, but the door was tightly shut, and almost no sound could be heard.

As he walked past, Shen Qiudu heard intermittent water sounds, suggesting Wen Jiangchu was taking a shower.

Shen Qiudu breathed a sigh of relief. Just as his hand reached the stair railing, a light, mocking male voice came from behind him.

“Where are you going?”

The sudden voice made the tightly wound Shen Qiudu stumble, nearly missing a step. He turned around to see Xue Shankè, wearing a dark blue silk pajama, leaning lazily against the door, watching Shen Qiudu’s furtive movements with a playful expression.

“I… I’m going downstairs for some air. It’s too stuffy on the second floor.”

Shen Qiudu lied without batting an eye, meeting Xue Shankè’s deep black eyes. A silent stillness hung between them.

After a while, Xue Shankè was the first to speak. “Then go ahead, but don’t catch a cold. If you get sick, that guy Wen Jiangchu won’t let me off the hook.”

Shen Qiudu lowered his eyes and said nothing, continuing to walk downstairs. He knew Xue Shankè was still watching him. Although he didn’t understand what Xue Shankè intended to do, he couldn’t stop him either.

“Shen Qiudu.”

On the last step of the stairs, Xue Shankè finally couldn’t help but call out to Shen Qiudu.

“Wen Jiangchu is not a stranger to you.”

“Why don’t you try to trust him?”

“I don’t distrust him.”

Shen Qiudu’s feet didn’t stop.

“I just trust myself more.”

…

As soon as Shen Qiudu closed the villa’s front door, the sound of water in Wen Jiangchu’s room stopped.

Wearing a bathrobe, Wen Jiangchu silently walked to Xue Shankè’s side with a chill around him, watching Shen Qiudu’s retreating figure through the window.

“I’m sorry. I caused you trouble, but I really couldn’t stop him.”

“No need to stop him. If this is what he wants to do, let him do it.”

“At least for now, I’ve got your back.”

Xue Shankè clicked his tongue a few times, his eyes full of disdain for Wen Jiangchu’s infatuated look. He leaned back against the railing and took a deep breath.

“So, what are you going to do to Xu Zhouye?”

Wen Jiangchu wiped the cold water from his face, his voice hoarse. “Let it be. At least for now, I don’t want to say anything.”

“But that’s your parents’ business. Why should you blame yourself for it?”

Wen Jiangchu’s throat felt dry, the words stuck in his throat.

He didn’t know why either, but if this could be Xu Zhouye’s only lifeline to keep living, then he accepted it.