What's Wrong With Rear-Ending Your Arranged Marriage Partner? He Totally Loves It - Chapter 17

Chapter 17: Still Wants to Bite My Finger

When Qi Yan woke up, it was already evening.

“You’re awake.”
Shen Xiangqing rose from the sofa and looked at Qi Yan, who had just come out of the room.

Still a little groggy, Qi Yan rubbed his temples and asked, “How long did I sleep this time?”

Shen Xiangqing glanced at his watch.

“It’s almost 11 o’clock now. According to the tracker on your wristband, you gave yourself an injection around 4 a.m. today—so that means you slept for nearly 19 hours this time.”

2099 came out from the kitchen and handed Qi Yan a glass of warm water.

Qi Yan took a small sip but said nothing.

Shen Xiangqing added, “You know the effect of strong suppressants gradually diminishes over time, right?”

“I know.”

“Does your omega know you need to mark him to relieve your symptoms?” Shen Xiangqing asked.

Qi Yan was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

“He’s the soft-hearted type. I don’t want to use that against him or manipulate him.”

Shen Xiangqing didn’t say anything more. He packed up the medical kit and left.

After seeing him off, 2099 brought over Qi Yan’s phone, saying there had been many messages while he was unconscious.

Qi Yan skipped over the red-flagged work notifications and went straight to the pinned chat.

There were no new messages from Song Cun.

Still, out of habit, he sent him a goodnight message.

He didn’t expect a reply—but instead, a voice call came through immediately.

Qi Yan’s fingers trembled slightly as he answered, “Cun Cun?”

But the voice that came from the other end wasn’t Song Cun’s—it was deeper and sounded anxious.

“Is this Mr. Qi? I’m Song Cun’s agent.”

Qi Yan’s brow furrowed.

“Yes, where’s Song Cun?”

Chen Jie glanced back at Song Cun, who was curled up under the blanket in agony.

“Cun-ge’s body’s been shaking nonstop, and he won’t let me take him to the hospital. I had to bring him back to the hotel room. He keeps calling your name and begged me to call you…”

Chen Jie was a beta, so he couldn’t detect pheromones. He had never once suspected Song Cun was an omega, and it hadn’t occurred to him that Song Cun might have gone into heat passively due to a nearby alpha in a berserk state.

Qi Yan forced himself to stay calm.

“Please lock the room door and ask the hotel to send up some suppressants and fever patches. I’m on my way right now.”

Suppressants? Fever patches?

Chen Jie didn’t quite follow. Qi Yan was already asking for the hotel’s address and room number, which Chen Jie provided one by one—then suddenly, the realization hit him:

Song Cun is… an omega?!

No wonder he didn’t want to go to the hospital. Without proper security, if the paparazzi caught a glimpse of this, it’d be trending within minutes.

“Please put Song Cun on the phone—I want to speak with him.”

Chen Jie snapped back to reality.

“He probably can’t hold the phone right now. I’ll put you on speaker.”

Chen Jie was sharp enough to realize that Song Cun and this “Mr. Qi” might not have a simple relationship, so he tactfully added,

“I’ll wait outside for the hotel staff to bring the medicine. You two talk.”

“Thank you.”

Qi Yan grabbed his coat. 2099 ran after him shouting, “Master, your car keys!”

Qi Yan, usually the most meticulous and composed person—someone who remained calm even when making billion-dollar decisions—was now rushing like never before.

Hearing the rapid breathing from the other end of the phone, Qi Yan softened his voice.

“Cun Cun, it’s me, Qi Yan. Are you okay?”

That familiar, gentle voice stirred something in Song Cun. His clouded eyes fluttered open slightly, and he whispered in a trembling voice,

“Qi Yan… Qi Yan…”

Even through the phone, Qi Yan could imagine him gritting his teeth and enduring the pain. His heart ached so much it felt like a dull blade was slowly carving into it.
He could only try to soothe him, “Cun Cun, hang in there. I’m almost there.”

“Where are you… Are you far…?”
Song Cun’s voice sounded confused and pitiful.
“Why aren’t you here yet…”

“Not far. I’m on my way.”
Qi Yan’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel, but his voice was impossibly gentle.
“Cun Cun, can you wait for me a little longer? Please?”

The hotel was two hours away by car, but to Qi Yan, it felt like a journey across mountains and rivers.

He could only repeat over and over,

“Almost there, almost there.”

“Liar… You’re lying…”
Song Cun cried,
“I’ve been waiting forever… I’m mad now…”

Qi Yan’s heart twisted painfully.

“What do I do if you’re mad, huh? Should I smack my own palm for you, would that help?”

“Mmm… smack your palm…”
Song Cun sniffled, “And bite your finger too…”

“Okay, I’ll let you bite my finger,” Qi Yan said gently.

Biting Qi Yan’s finger—cool to the touch…
Song Cun felt like his entire body was burning, even his breaths were hot. But he still wrapped himself tightly in the blanket, trying to find some sliver of safety.

Qi Yan heard the rustle of fabric and the occasional whimper of pain. He kept talking to Song Cun the whole time, trying to distract him.

At first, Song Cun still responded. But gradually, he stopped replying.

Qi Yan realized that Song Cun must have completely lost consciousness. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he floored the gas pedal.

“Cun Cun, can you hear me?”
“Cun Cun…”

Qi Yan called out a few more times, but there was no reply.
Even worse, the call suddenly disconnected a few minutes later.

Qi Yan was burning with anxiety.

Luckily, it was late at night and there weren’t many cars on the road. Stepping hard on the accelerator, he reached the hotel in under an hour.

He exited the elevator and rushed to the room—only to realize he didn’t have a key card. He was just about to call when—

A breathless beta came running toward him, bracing one hand on the wall and panting,

“You… you must be Mr. Qi?!”

“Yes.”
Qi Yan replied.

“Here, take this!”
Chen Jie handed him the key card and a bag, his chest still rising and falling.
“The hotel ran out of suppressants. I had to run across several streets to find a pharmacy.”

“Thank you.”
Qi Yan took the items and was about to open the door.

“Wait—”

Chen Jie suddenly stopped him, placing a hand on the doorknob.

“Sorry, may I ask what your relationship is with Cun-ge?”

He was clearly overwhelmed by everything that had happened tonight and only just thought to ask now.
Even though he didn’t want to pry into a celebrity’s private life, he couldn’t just hand over a heat-ridden omega to a stranger without being sure.

Qi Yan didn’t have time to explain. He simply handed over a business card.

“Don’t worry. I won’t hurt him.”

Chen Jie glanced down and was stunned by the gold-embossed words:
President of Qi Corporation.

By the time he looked up, Qi Yan was already inside, and the door locked behind him with a click.