What's Wrong With Rear-Ending Your Arranged Marriage Partner? He Totally Loves It - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Cun Cun, I’m Your Alpha

“I’ve never let you go hungry or cold growing up. Now that the family’s in trouble, shouldn’t you help carry some of the burden?”
Song Cun’s father tried shamelessly to guilt-trip him.

Song Cun almost laughed from sheer anger.
“Help carry the burden? I wasn’t entitled to a share when it came to dividing the assets, but now that it’s time to pay off the debts, suddenly I’m supposed to pitch in?!”

Song Cun was the second son. When he was born, the family’s company had just fallen into financial crisis due to mismanagement. Superstitious, his father sighed endlessly and blamed him for bringing bad luck.

His father doted on the eldest son, Song Huai, who was born during the family’s prosperous days. As for Song Cun, the younger son born at the “wrong time,” he was ignored and neglected. At Song Huai’s 18th birthday, his father had even blatantly said—right in front of Song Cun—that all the family wealth would go to Song Huai.

On the phone, Song’s father huffed and puffed.
“You brat! I’m asking you to help because I still think you’re worth something. So what—you’ve been a little celebrity for a few years and now you think you’re above us? Forgotten where you came from?”

Song Cun listened in silence, his expression dark.
His biological father was now threatening him with a sinister tone—if he didn’t agree to the marriage, he’d stop at nothing to ruin his career in the entertainment industry.

“Be at the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow afternoon. Whether you like it or not, you will be there.”

At that point, Song Cun had had enough.

“Fine, I’ll get the license. But remember this—from now on, I have nothing to do with the Song family.”

He hung up furiously.

Just as he was about to throw his phone, a new friend request popped up on the screen.

“Qi Yan”
…Seriously? Can’t even wait?

Song Cun scoffed and tossed the phone aside, falling back onto the bed.

The phone rang again.

Annoyed, he grabbed it—Lin Wan was calling.

He declined.

It rang again.

“This better be good.”

“It’s good, really good!” Lin Wan was practically cheering on the other end. “Song-ge! I don’t have to go through with the marriage!!”

Song Cun closed his eyes. If Lin Wan had been standing in front of him right now, he’d be met with a raised middle finger and a solid whack on the head.

The Lin family was never going to seriously marry Lin Wan off. They were just using it as leverage to pressure him into giving up his dream of being in the entertainment industry and take over the family business.

In comparison, Song Cun felt utterly pathetic.
His family was practically dying to ship him off to the Qi family, wishing the compatibility score between him and Qi Yan were a perfect 100%, so no one could interfere with the marriage and nothing would stop the Songs from latching onto the powerful Qi family.

“Song-ge, listen—haha—I don’t know who the unlucky bastard is that Qi Yan personally picked…”

Lin Wan was gloating on the other end, but Song Cun could feel his temple throbbing.

He was that unlucky bastard.

“I heard the one Qi Yan picked didn’t even have a compatibility score over 80. There were others with over 90, but he didn’t choose them. Picked someone with just seventy-something… What’s going on in his head?”

“You think maybe there’s something wrong with his brain, too? And the Qi family’s just letting him do whatever he wants? Tsk tsk. I feel bad for whoever ends up marrying him… that poor soul’s in for a miserable life…”

“You heard all the stuff those people were saying last night. If Qi Yan really is ugly and impotent, then life with him is basically widowhood, isn’t it? No—worse. Imagine having to see that face every day at meals and in bed…”

The more Song Cun listened, the more irritated he got. He just hung up.

Lin Wan wasn’t offended at all. In fact, he was in such a good mood, he immediately started spamming the group chat with celebratory messages. If Song Cun hadn’t already muted the group, he would’ve been bombarded by 99+ unread messages by now.

The group was flooded with festive emojis and jokes congratulating Lin Wan on escaping a marriage disaster—and then everyone started guessing who the poor soul Qi Yan had picked might be, and just how tragic their future would look.

Meanwhile, Song Cun, the actual “unlucky bastard,” stared blankly at the friend request screen. He looked at Qi Yan’s profile picture for a few seconds, then turned off the screen without accepting.

The next day.

When Song Cun left for the Civil Affairs Bureau, the sky was gray and misty, drizzling lightly—just like his mood: gloomy and heavy.

Whether it was the weather or his distracted thoughts, at a sharp turn, he rear-ended another car.

A Maybach, of all things.

He stared blankly at the windshield wipers swinging back and forth, thinking he must’ve hit a streak of terrible luck—nothing was going his way lately.

He turned on his hazard lights and stepped out of the car.

The other car’s driver had already gotten out and was holding an umbrella, looking flustered.

“Ah—our President Qi is rushing to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a marriage certificate…”

Song Cun frowned.
Marriage certificate?

Another one going to the bureau today?

Seriously, today must be cursed. Rainy weather and a rear-end collision?

He hesitated for a moment, then finally accepted that pending friend request.

“Rear-ended on the way. Let’s reschedule.”

After sending the message, he turned to glance at the backseat of the luxury car. Rain pattered steadily on the windows, making it hard to see who was inside.

Then, suddenly, the rear door opened.

A pair of long legs in sleek black suit pants stepped out. Polished, expensive leather shoes landed on the rain-slick pavement.

The driver quickly rushed over to hold the umbrella.

Song Cun still hadn’t gotten a look at the man’s face before the umbrella blocked his view.

Even so, he could tell from the man’s silhouette—tall and lean, broad shoulders, narrow waist—a perfect figure.

Song Cun stood there in the rain, watching as the man took the umbrella and began walking toward him.

For some reason, Song Cun’s heartbeat quickened. He chalked it up to guilt—he had just rear-ended someone’s luxury car.

As the man drew closer, Song Cun finally saw his face.

It was a stunningly handsome face. Gentle eyes, refined features, and a presence that radiated nobility—he looked untouchable.

Song Cun was momentarily dazed. He’d seen countless beautiful celebrities in the entertainment industry, but none compared to this man. Not only was he equally good-looking, he also exuded a kind of elegance that could only come from generations of wealth.

Before he could snap out of it, the umbrella was already tilted over his head, covering both of them.

If Song Cun had paid closer attention, he would’ve noticed the umbrella was leaning heavily toward him.

But he was too distracted to notice details like that.

“Sorry, the accident’s totally my fault. I’ll contact my insurance company to handle it. If you’re in a hurry, feel free to go on ahead.”

The man gave him a gentle smile and spoke in a clear, pleasant voice:

“Let’s go together.”

Song Cun blinked, confused.
Go together? Where?

Then, suddenly, the driver’s earlier words came to mind:

“President Qi is on his way to the Civil Affairs Bureau to register his marriage…”

President Qi? Civil Affairs Bureau?

A chill shot up Song Cun’s spine.
He looked up, stunned, at the man who was half a head taller than him, so devastatingly attractive he seemed almost ethereal.

Could it be…

As if he could read Song Cun’s shock, the man held out his phone and showed him the screen.

It was their chat.
Song Cun’s profile picture was there, labeled with the contact name: Cun Cun.

Song Cun froze for a few seconds, then instinctively took a step back.

Qi Yan, thinking he hadn’t seen clearly, reached out and gently grabbed his wrist, shifting the umbrella closer to him.

The rain continued tapping against the black umbrella, the sounds of the city a little distant.

But Song Cun heard the man’s voice crystal clear.

The man looked down at him with warm eyes and said in a gentle tone:

“Cun Cun, I’m Qi Yan—your alpha.”