What's Wrong With Rear-Ending Your Arranged Marriage Partner? He Totally Loves It - Chapter 24

Chapter 24: Let Your Alpha Mark You

The dim light fell on Song Cun’s face, and Qi Yan saw the faint redness around his eyes. At that moment, he wasn’t thinking of anything else—only guilt and tenderness.

He responded gently, “Okay, I’ll sleep with you, Cun Cun.”

Song Cun shifted to the side a little, and Qi Yan lifted the covers and climbed into bed.

The two of them lay on their backs, properly spaced apart, a symbolic line between them like the Chu–Han boundary.

In the quiet room, even their breathing could be heard.

Song Cun belatedly realized what he’d just done. Staring at the ceiling, he thought, Why on earth did I say something as soft and glowy as ‘Let’s sleep together tonight’?

“Can’t sleep?”
Qi Yan turned his head to look at him.

“I-I’m going to sleep now.”
Song Cun quickly shut his eyes.

Under the blanket, their hands brushed—no one knew who touched whom first.

Song Cun reflexively tried to pull his hand back as if scalded, but Qi Yan caught it and placed his large hand over the back of his.

Qi Yan’s deep and soothing voice came from beside him,

“Do you want me to hold you while we sleep?”

He figured Song Cun had been a bit shaken earlier, and maybe sleeping in his arms would help him feel safer.

But Song Cun’s first reaction was—Oh no!

If Qi Yan ever went bankrupt, he could totally make it big as a voice actor!

And his second reaction was—Hold me while we sleep?!

Did Qi Yan really just say that with such a sweet tone?!

Everything felt like it was spiraling out of control.

His heart pounded wildly. He pulled his hand away.

“I only let you stay the night because there weren’t enough blankets. Don’t overthink it.”

“Mm.”
Qi Yan didn’t seem upset by the misunderstanding.
“Thanks for taking me in, Cun Cun.”

Song Cun turned over, facing away from Qi Yan.

Behind him came the soft rustling of fabric. In the next moment, he felt the blanket being pulled over more toward his side.

They weren’t lying very close together, so Qi Yan must have pushed most of the blanket toward him.

What a dummy!

Qi Yan slept like a statue—rigid and unmoving, like he might stop breathing any second.

Song Cun, however, was a restless sleeper. He wriggled and squirmed until, eventually, he burrowed right into Qi Yan’s arms.

This way, Qi Yan won’t be cold, Song Cun thought just before drifting off, and then he slept peacefully.

Qi Yan, however, wasn’t asleep.

He lowered his gaze, tracing Song Cun’s sleeping face in the faint light.

He no longer had to sneak into the room—he could now hold Song Cun in his arms openly. Though sharing a bed tonight had been unexpected, he treasured this moment deeply, hoping the night would pass a little more slowly.

Song Cun smacked his lips and rubbed his face against Qi Yan’s chest.

Qi Yan knew what that meant—it was a sign that Song Cun was about to look for something to bite.

So he placed a finger by Song Cun’s lips, and sure enough, the next second, Song Cun bit down gently.

Qi Yan didn’t really know why he kept doing this. At first, it was to stop Song Cun from hurting himself. But later… he just got used to replacing Song Cun’s fingers with his own.

Maybe because Song Cun always kept a distance from him, and this was the only way he could feel his warmth.

Qi Yan lightly brushed his lips over the little mole beneath Song Cun’s eye and whispered a soft,

“Goodnight.”

Song Cun shifted, still lightly biting his finger, and sleepily mumbled,

“Mm…”

No one knew if he was replying or dreaming.

…

“What medical exam?”

Song Cun was woken by a call from Chen Jie. Still rubbing the sleep from his eyes, his mind wasn’t fully awake.

“The one we booked a few days ago. I knew you’d forget. Don’t eat anything this morning—I’ll come pick you up.”

“Oh…”

After hanging up, Song Cun stretched lazily. Halfway through, he suddenly remembered—Qi Yan had stayed over last night!

He quickly looked beside him, but Qi Yan was already gone.

He glanced at the clock—almost 8 a.m. Qi Yan had probably already returned from his morning workout.

After washing up and changing clothes, Song Cun went downstairs.

A vase in the living room now held freshly arranged roses, dewy and vibrant—the bouquet Qi Yan had given him last night.

“Good morning, young master!”
2099 greeted Song Cun with a flattering smile and handed him a glass of warm water.

Song Cun took the glass and glanced out the window.

“Sun’s out—did you put the blankets out?”

“Already done!” 2099 grinned.
“And I won’t forget to bring them in today, promise!”

Song Cun sat on the couch, and 2099 bounced over.

“Hungry? The master made breakfast for you!”

“I have a medical exam today. No food.”
Song Cun sipped some water and casually asked, “Did Qi Yan head out already?”

“Yes! Big company meeting today!”

He spaced out on the couch for a bit until Chen Jie messaged saying he was outside the villa.

In the car, Chen Jie looked like he was holding something in, clearly struggling.

Seeing that, Song Cun cut straight to the point:

“I’ve presented as an omega. I’m living at Qi Yan’s place.”

He didn’t explain his relationship with Qi Yan, because their marriage had begun under ridiculous circumstances—and he wasn’t sure how long it would last.

After a couple of days to process everything, Chen Jie didn’t seem too shocked. His face just showed confirmation of what he already suspected.

He didn’t pry further, but gently offered a suggestion:

“While we’re at the hospital… maybe also get a checkup at the pheromone clinic?”

“What for?”
Song Cun scrolled on his phone lazily.
“You think I’m gonna suddenly switch genders or something?”

He was already slowly accepting the fact that he was an omega now.

“No, that’s not it.”
Chen Jie held the steering wheel, his voice cautious.
“It’s just that… I heard that late-presenting omegas can have unstable pheromones. Like the other night…”

He stole a glance at Song Cun for one second before deciding not to finish the sentence.

Song Cun kept a blank expression while playing on his phone, but the tips of his ears had quietly flushed red.

His voice turned a bit irritable.

“Spit it out. Don’t beat around the bush.”

Chen Jie immediately sat up straighter.

“Cun-ge, I didn’t mean anything by it. I just think you should ask if there are any special meds to stabilize your pheromones. What if something happens on set—like passing out or something? That wouldn’t be good.”

…

At the hospital.

Song Cun sat across from the doctor.

“In your case,” the doctor said, “your Q-phase onset isn’t regular and can’t be predicted in advance.”

“There’s really nothing that can be done?” Song Cun asked.

The doctor adjusted his glasses, studying the unusually young-looking face in front of him. He wasn’t sure if Song Cun was even legally an adult. Then he checked the paperwork: 22 years old.

So he asked,

“Do you have an alpha?”

“Huh…?”
Song Cun didn’t understand why that question suddenly came up.

“Cun Cun, I’m your alpha.”

Qi Yan’s face suddenly flashed through his mind. After a few seconds of hesitation, he muttered, “…I guess I do.”

“That makes things easier,” the doctor said, putting down the form.
“Just have your alpha mark you.”

“Mark… me?!”

Song Cun froze, completely stunned.