What's Wrong With Rear-Ending Your Arranged Marriage Partner? He Totally Loves It - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: If Anyone’s Marrying Him, It’s You

As soon as Song Cun differentiated into an omega, his family couldn’t wait to send him off to marry into the Qi family.

Rumor had it that his arranged partner was an alpha so ugly he became a recluse, never stepped out of his house, and… might not even function in that department.

On the day they went to register the marriage, Song Cun failed to brake in time and bam—smashed into a Maybach.

Damn it! The arranged marriage was already annoying enough—and now he’d rear-ended a luxury car?!

To his surprise, a tall and handsome man stepped out of the Maybach and said, “Cun Cun, I’m your alpha.”

—— (The story begins below) ——

“Huh? You’re marrying that sickly guy from the Qi family? Wait, is your family going bankrupt or something?!”

“Tsk tsk, I heard that alpha from the Qi family has some kind of gland issue. Who knows if he can even perform anymore.”

“Has anyone actually seen Qi Yan?”

“People at his level aren’t exactly someone we can just bump into. But word is, he never shows up at social events. With that much money and still keeping a low profile… maybe he’s just too ugly to show his face.”

Click—

The private room door opened. Song Cun had just stepped in and saw a group of people gathered around the couch teasing Lin Wan. No one noticed his arrival.

“Hey Lin Wan, did your dad secretly have a side family and decide to ditch his main one?”

Lin Wan’s cheeks were flushed—clearly tipsy—and he was chugging liquor straight from the bottle.

Someone quickly tried to stop him.

“Don’t drink anymore! It’s just a pheromone compatibility test. The marriage isn’t confirmed yet.”

“Hey, Song-ge’s here!” someone finally noticed Song Cun. “Help stop Lin Wan! He’s gonna drink himself to death before he even gets married.”

Everyone knew Song Cun and Lin Wan were close, so they quickly made space for him to sit.

But to their surprise, Song Cun didn’t stop Lin Wan. Instead, he sat down and tilted his head back, gulp gulp gulp, drinking straight from the bottle himself.

No one knew what was going on, but they didn’t dare ask directly. They just started whispering among themselves.

“What’s going on? Why is Song-ge drinking too?”

“Wait… did he find out Lin Wan might get married? No way—are they secretly dating?! One’s an actor alpha, the other’s an idol omega…”

“Look! They’re clinking glasses!”

“It really might be true. Look at that dead-inside expression on Song-ge’s face, and the way he’s chugging like he’s drowning his sorrows… Ugh, poor Song-ge, this is heartbreaking…”

In just a few minutes, the group had already made up an entire melodrama in their heads: a tragic tale of star-crossed lovers in the entertainment world torn apart by cold, cruel capital.

But the real reason Song Cun was quietly getting drunk—Was because just moments ago, he found out that he was also one of the candidates for the Qi family’s arranged marriage.

A month ago, he had just differentiated into an omega. What he didn’t know was that his father had already submitted a pheromone compatibility application to the Qi family—without his knowledge. Submitting the application meant he was voluntarily entering the pool of candidates, waiting to be chosen.

Growing up, everyone, including Song Cun himself, assumed he would become an alpha.

He had a strikingly handsome face and perfectly proportioned features. Although slim, he was taller than most omegas, even taller than many betas.

With his looks and build, everyone naturally assumed he was an alpha. He never corrected them—he just thought it was only a matter of time.

Until last month, when he suddenly fainted and woke up in the hospital. The doctor handed him a test report showing that he had differentiated into an omega.

That day, Song Cun went home and locked himself in his room. He stared at the white ceiling for a long, long time—until it grew too dark to see. Then he finally got up, crumpled the test report, and threw it into the trash.

He thought—So what if I’m an omega? Worst case, I just won’t ever get married.

No way was he going to let himself be controlled by some alpha’s pheromones for the rest of his life.

Absolutely not.

But—The heavens love to punish people who make bold declarations.

As soon as Song’s father—who was buried in debt from failed business ventures—learned that Song Cun had become an omega, he reacted like he’d won the lottery. He couldn’t wait to submit the marriage application to the Qi family.

Bang—!

A bottle slammed heavily onto the table, startling Lin Wan, who was sitting next to Song Cun.

He turned his head and was about to curse, “What the fu—”

But the words died in his throat the moment he saw Song Cun’s expression.

Because Song Cun looked absolutely furious.

Lin Wan, annoyed and tipsy, was just about to continue drinking when his phone buzzed loudly on the table, startling him. His hand slipped, and he spilled wine all over his shirt.

“What the hell?!”

He angrily checked the phone, muttering, “Who the hell is bothering me right now—ugh, fvck!”

He finally let that curse out—loud and clear.

Everyone immediately gathered around, gossip-mode activated. On the phone screen was a bold message:

“Your pheromone compatibility test result: 83%”

Everyone instantly understood why Lin Wan was wailing like a banshee.

An 83% match meant he was now a very strong candidate for marriage with the Qi family.

The group went quiet. Then their collective gaze shifted toward Song Cun—

Should they find an excuse to leave? No one knew how to comfort him…

Just then, Song Cun’s phone vibrated.

No one could’ve guessed that he, too, was receiving a message from the same pheromone research institute.

But what they could see was that his fingers were shaking as he tapped open the screen.

Staring at the message, Song Cun’s hands trembled—Then, all at once, he seemed to let out a sigh of relief.

Looked like… he was off the hook.

“Your pheromone compatibility test result: 72%”

This score was well below the elite marriage threshold in high society—no one would consider a match below 80%.

Lin Wan was still sobbing with his face on the table.

Meanwhile, Song Cun felt completely at ease now.

He turned off his phone, steady hands at last, stood up, patted Lin Wan on the shoulder, and said with a very fake-sounding voice:

“Don’t be too sad. Just think of it as marrying into money.”

Upon hearing this “comfort,” Lin Wan burst into loud, shrill sobs.

“Damn you, Song Cun! I’m not marrying him! If anyone’s marrying him, it’s you… waaaaaaah!”

Everyone figured Song Cun was just venting, and Lin Wan was just talking nonsense.

But—Lin Wan wasn’t just talking nonsense.
His mouth might’ve actually cast a curse.

The very next morning, while Song Cun was still buried under his covers, fast asleep, the phone rang.

On the other end, his father was practically singing with joy.

“Qi Yan has chosen you to be his marriage partner!”

Song Cun shot up from bed like a spring-loaded puppet—“WHAT?!”