The Stunning General Finds Himself in a Shura Field on a Dating Show ABO - Chapter 48

The warm breath brushed against Ye Zhi’s earlobe, instantly flushing his fair skin pink.

Ye Zhi shook his head. No.

Lu Qingze seemed delighted by this answer. A playful smile curved his lips as he asked, as if tempting him, Want to try it with me? Aren’t you curious about what kissing feels like?

The young man’s lips were beautifully shaped, glistening under the lamplight like clear water. Their opening and closing seemed like an invitation.

The scent of wine in the air grew stronger, carrying a seductive allure. Ye Zhi felt slightly tipsy, almost nodding in agreement.

Fortunately, reason prevailed. With a sudden surge of strength, he shoved Lu Qingze away. Brother Lu, don’t make jokes like that so casually.

Ye Zhi’s face held no trace of amusement, only a hint of embarrassment and annoyance. Whether embarrassment or anger dominated his expression remained unclear.

Just then, the pot began to gurgle loudly, the boiling water threatening to lift the lid.

Ye Zhi hurriedly lifted the pot lid and scooped out the cooked noodles without saying another word.

Lu Qingze, however, stared at the back of the young man’s neck, lost in thought.

He had been the first to encounter Ye Zhi and had noticed the boy’s unique fragrance early on.

During his sudden heat at the film set, he shouldn’t have regained consciousness so quickly.

It was the rich, clear scent released when he bit into the skin of Ye Zhi’s neck that had snapped him back to his senses, allowing him to push the boy away and successfully inject the suppressant.

The years Lu Qingze had spent at the research institute had enabled him to quickly identify the source of the fragrance.

He was certain that Ye Zhi would differentiate into a high-ranking Omega.

When he had unexpectedly glimpsed the bulge at the back of Ye Zhi’s neck upon waking up on the sofa, his suspicions had been further confirmed.

That area must be the scent gland.

So Ye Zhi had already undergone differentiation without his knowledge.

At this realization, Lu Qingze frowned slightly, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

But if he had successfully differentiated, the boy would have been affected by my Alpha pheromones just now, uncontrollably leaning in for a kiss.

Why hadn’t Ye Zhi been seduced in the end?

Seeing Ye Zhi’s aloof demeanor, Lu Qingze worried he had truly angered him. He quickly composed himself and explained gently, I’m sorry, I startled you. I’m filming a new drama soon, and there’s a kissing scene. Since I have no experience, I was afraid I wouldn’t perform it well, so I thought I’d grab a friend to practice with.

Hearing the word friend, Ye Zhi’s tense nerves finally relaxed.

I knew it, he thought. Someone as refined as Brother Lu would never suddenly make such an impudent request.

If it was for a role, it made perfect sense. Brother Lu was so dedicated to his work he seemed like the type who would sacrifice himself for his craft.

Oh, I see, Ye Zhi replied, feeling a little embarrassed himself. He looked at Lu Qingze earnestly and said, I heard you don’t need to practice these things. You just kiss, and you’ll get the hang of it. Don’t put too much pressure on yourself.

Lu Qingze stared blankly, clearly not expecting the younger man to offer such earnest advice.

Okay, he murmured.

Eager to change the subject, Ye Zhi said, The noodles are ready. You can take them to the dining table.

Lu Qingze looked up, but suddenly hesitated to take the bowl.

The young man held a bowl of freshly cooked noodles, topped with a thoughtfully placed egg and garnished with vibrant green scallions, making it look utterly appetizing.

In the quiet of the night, with only the sound of waves crashing against the shore outside the villa’s windows, the young man’s clear, melodious voice sounded exceptionally warm. The rising steam from the noodle broth even gave Lu Qingze a fleeting illusion of home.

He hadn’t lied to Ye Zhi he genuinely hadn’t eaten dinner.

After filming non-stop all night yesterday, he’d only managed a few hours of sleep this morning. He’d originally planned to rest up and take the young man to a movie in the afternoon, but the production team’s sudden schedule change had caught him completely off guard.

Later, he’d ended up going to the movie alone, holding two tickets for a film he was supposed to watch with the young man.

Returning home exhausted, he’d been too tired to even climb the stairs and had simply collapsed on the sofa, falling asleep instantly.

Lu Qingze was already accustomed to this kind of irregular schedule, with its erratic meals.

Skipping a meal was no big deal, he always told himself. It was just a way to control his diet.

Even when he had casually mentioned being hungry to Ye Zhi earlier, it was just a passing remark, meant only to gauge the other’s reaction.

After all, it was late, and the young man had been busy all day. He must have wanted to rest as soon as possible.

To his surprise, Ye Zhi agreed.

And so, in the familiar late-night silence, a warm light illuminated the kitchen.

Awakened from a hazy dream, Lu Qingze followed the scent to the kitchen.

There, he received a bowl of homemade noodles, a dish he hadn’t tasted since childhood.

In his distant memories, the only person who had ever cooked for him late at night was the woman with the blurred face he called Mother.

Now, he had met someone else.

If infatuation was a fleeting moment, what came after? Would the affection fade?

Lu Qingze accepted the steaming bowl of noodles. The warmth spread through his palms, warming his heart as well.

He realized that the moment his heart had fluttered, a gentle rain had begun to fall within him. Over time, it had gathered into a stream, which now suddenly burst its banks, flooding his heart with an overwhelming tide of affection that would never recede.

Meanwhile, Xu Shengyuan had already fallen asleep at the police station.

Whether it was because of the earlier comment about their resemblance or the nostalgia of revisiting familiar places, his mind lingered on the boy he had met in his childhood right before drifting off.

As he slipped into slumber, he dreamed of the boy once more.

Xu Shengyuan didn’t tell Ye Zhi the whole story.

If that child had merely offered him a piece of cotton candy, how could he still remember it so vividly, even recalling the boy’s face from so many years ago?

In the dream, he had reverted to his chubby childhood self.

But there was no older cousin who abandoned him. Instead, it was a group of classmates and their teacher who left him behind.

He was only eight years old then, just starting elementary school. His class had organized a spring outing.

After a class vote, the amusement park was chosen as their destination.

To ensure the children’s safety, they were limited to gentle, non-thrilling rides. As a result, the most anticipated attraction became the Ghost House.

The Ghost House could only accommodate small groups at a time, but because of his weight, none of his classmates wanted to be in a group with him.

He was isolated.

Alone by the mushroom sculpture, the little boy felt a heavy sense of disappointment.

Just then, a young boy passed by.

The boy still walked with a wobbly gait, looking to be around kindergarten age.

Noticing Xu Shengyuan’s unhappiness, he offered him his cotton candy, his bright eyes full of smiles.

Brother, candy is sweet. It’ll make you happy.

Little Xu Shengyuan took the candy and asked softly, Little brother, do you think I’m fat?

The little boy tilted his head slightly, as if genuinely pondering the question.

Soon, his smile widened even more

Chubby, cute, Zhizhi likes it.

That cotton candy had been his first gift, a token of affection from someone else, received in his childhood.

Just then, the dreamscape suddenly began to shake. The amusement park scenery gradually collapsed, and the brightly smiling boy vanished without a trace.

With a dizzying whirl, Xu Shengyuan found himself in an unfamiliar place.

Before him lay ancient streets and houses. He had grown a bit, now appearing to be around eleven or twelve years old, and was currently stuck in a hole, unable to get out.

The Little Fatty huffed and puffed, straining with all his might to wriggle free. But his bulky frame was simply too large for the narrow opening, and his struggles proved futile.

At that moment, a chorus of playful jeers erupted from behind him.

Simultaneously, the Little Fatty felt a kick to his rear. Furious and humiliated, he roared

Which bastard dares to kick me!

There was no reply, only increasingly raucous laughter punctuated by mocking taunts

Look at that bear! So fat he can’t even squeeze through a dog hole!

The general’s son crawling through a dog hole? If word gets out, he’ll be the laughingstock of the town! Hahaha!

He squeezed in, but now he can’t get out or back in! Hahahahaha!

Little Fatty, refusing to back down, retorted

What’s it to you if I’m fat? Am I eating your family’s grain? You gossiping busybodies! Just wait till I get out—I’ll… He paused, cursing under his breath. You dare kick me after I dug this hole!

So what if we kicked you? What are you going to do when you get out? You won’t even recognize us!

One of them spoke in a mocking, strained voice.

Little Fatty’s anger flared

You cowards! Stop talking in those fake voices! Let me hear who you really are! Hiding behind your voices because you think I can’t see you—a bunch of spineless cowards who won’t even show their faces!

The group behind him seemed enraged by his words, their blows growing harsher. Little Fatty howled in pain.

But the pain didn’t last long. The rowdy crowd gradually quieted down.

Just as Little Fatty was wondering what was happening, a clear, crisp voice rang out

Guo Er, Xue Ping, Zhang Jiuliu…

The newcomer called out each of their names before declaring in a youthful tone

You’re bullying a classmate. I’ll report this to the teacher. You won’t be attending classes at the Imperial Academy anymore.

Little Fatty’s eyes widened in realization, and he mentally added this to his list of grievances.

So it was those bastards!

But who was this boy?

Just as Little Fatty was puzzling over this, a voice spoke from behind him

Young Marquis, I advise you not to meddle in others’ affairs.

Young Marquis…

Little Fatty’s eyes lit up slightly.

Could this be the youngest son of Marquis Jing’an?!

But his excitement quickly turned to worry.

The youngest son of Marquis Jing’an is only seven years old. Guo Er and the others are my age—eleven. I hope those idiots don’t bully him.

Before he could warn the boy, the Young Marquis had already openly challenged them

I will meddle in this!

At the same moment, the sounds of a scuffle erupted behind him.

Little Fatty was touched by the boy’s bravery, but he silently mourned for him

My dear Young Marquis, how could you possibly win against these eleven-year-old bullies?

To his astonishment, however, only a few breaths later, the wails of Guo Er and his gang filled the air.

He… won?

Realizing this, Little Fatty immediately shouted

Hey kid, pull me out! Get me back inside!

Almost as soon as the words left his mouth, Little Fatty yelped in pain as he was kicked out of the dog hole.

I told you to pull me out, not kick me!

He turned around angrily, only to find himself staring into a pair of beautiful eyes at the entrance of the hole.