What's Wrong With Rear-Ending Your Arranged Marriage Partner? He Totally Loves It - Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Sweet Strawberry Scent

The next day.

When Song Cun woke up, still groggy and sucking his thumb, it was already almost noon.

He stayed in bed for a while playing on his phone, replied to a few work messages, then lazily got up and headed to the bathroom to freshen up.

Seeing the matching pair of toothbrush cups again reminded him he was legally married now. But honestly, aside from sleeping in a different place, not much else had really changed.

He recalled what Qi Yan had said:

“You’re free here.”

While brushing his teeth, Song Cun thought that this arrangement felt more like living with a roommate—one who just happened to be good at cooking. Even though he’d been distracted during dinner last night, he still remembered that the food tasted pretty good.

Tch, I just said I don’t see him as a housekeeper, and here I am already looking forward to his cooking…

Song Cun splashed his face with cold water, fully waking himself up.

He stared into the mirror, checking carefully to make sure he had no dark circles or breakouts, then went to change clothes.

When he opened the bedroom door, he saw a waist-high, cylindrical robot parked right outside.

On the robot’s head screen was a pair of squinty, smiling eyes. A mechanical voice with a gender-neutral tone greeted him:

“Good day, young master! I’m your exclusive housekeeping robot, serial number 2099.”

—Love you long time?

Song Cun deadpanned.

“…Don’t tell me Qi Yan gave you that number?”

“Nope! I picked it myself, hehe.” 2099 blinked its big digital eyes shyly.
“But Master really likes it!”

Song Cun curled his lip in disgust.

“His taste is awful.”

Then he paused. That comment sort of insulted himself, didn’t it?

—If Qi Yan had bad taste, then what did that make him, who was chosen by Qi Yan?

He wandered around downstairs but didn’t see Qi Yan anywhere. He asked 2099, “Did your master go out?”

“Master hasn’t gotten up yet,” 2099 replied.

Song Cun glanced at his phone—it was already past noon. He was a bit surprised.
Qi Yan was even better at sleeping in than he was.
Finally, an equal rival.

“Does he always get up this late?”

“Not at all! Master usually wakes up early,” 2099 explained enthusiastically, handing him a glass of warm water.
“Master got an injection last night, so he’ll sleep longer today.”

Injection?

Song Cun suddenly remembered—Qi Yan had mentioned that last night. He hadn’t really paid attention at the time.

A lot of alphas get injections during their susceptibility period. He’d never heard of it causing side effects like extreme drowsiness though.

He asked,

“What does an injection have to do with oversleeping?”

“Master’s pheromones are unstable,” 2099 explained.
“He wasn’t injected with a regular suppressant—it was a special high-strength one. Every time he gets it, he becomes very exhausted.”

2099 hesitated for a moment, then added, “Actually, Master already got an injection just a week ago. Dr. Shen warned that they should only be administered once a month.”

Song Cun frowned.

“So the short interval between injections is why he’s sleeping so long today?”

2099 nodded.

“How long will he sleep?”

“That’s hard to say,” 2099 replied.
“But Dr. Shen said if Master hasn’t woken up within 18 hours, we need to contact him immediately.”

Song Cun checked the time on his phone.

“Can’t we just wake him up?”

“Master usually wakes up on his own. Dr. Shen recommends letting him wake naturally.”

“When did he go to bed last night?”

“According to his wristband data, he fell asleep around midnight.”

So Qi Yan needed to wake up before 6 p.m. today.

Song Cun glanced at his phone again—it was nearly 1 p.m.

He sat down on the sofa and picked up a random magazine.

“And if he doesn’t wake up in 18 hours?”

2099’s expression turned suddenly sorrowful.

“If Master doesn’t wake in time, he might fall into a vegetative state… and never wake up again…”

Song Cun’s fingers stopped flipping the magazine.

He recalled Qi Yan standing at his door last night, carefully promising he’d control his pheromones so Song Cun wouldn’t smell them.

This idiot…

A dull ache spread across the back of his neck.
A faint trace of pheromones began to leak into the air.

2099 immediately detected the shift and asked, “Young master, are you worried about Master?”

“No!” Song Cun snapped, tossing the business magazine—whose content he couldn’t understand—onto the coffee table.

“My system detected that you’re releasing anxious pheromones,” 2099 persisted.

Anxious? What the hell?

“Your system is faulty.”

2099 inched closer, unconvinced.

“It’s not broken! My system detected your pheromones—and they’re strawberry-scented!”

2099’s eyes transformed into pink heart shapes as it spun in circles around Song Cun.

“Strawberry scent~! So sweet and fragrant~!”

Song Cun closed his eyes.

Thank god no one else is in the house.
If Qi Yan heard this, he’d die from social embarrassment.

This tactless robot was practically dancing across a minefield, now broadcasting its self-composed Strawberry Pheromone Song in full 360-surround sound.

With an exasperated expression, Song Cun raised a hand and smacked 2099 on the head—like he was hitting a glitchy old TV.

“Shut up!”

2099 immediately stopped spinning and stood still.

“If you’re that free, go cook something.”

“Yes, young master.”

2099’s heart-shaped eyes instantly turned into a picture menu display, its tone obedient and chipper:

“Please select your meal by touching the screen!”

Half an hour later.

Song Cun sat at the dining table, staring at the three dishes and one soup laid out before him, frowning slightly.

“Are these really the dishes I picked?”

2099 blinked sheepishly.

“Pictures are for reference only.”

Song Cun: …

“Are you defective?”

2099 looked heartbroken, a tear-drop animation appearing in the corner of its eyes.

“Young master, those words really hurt my feelings…”

“Oh.” Song Cun didn’t even blink.

2099 covered its face and huffed away.

Now alone in the dining room, Song Cun sat poking at his rice with chopsticks.
He had no appetite.

It was already past 1 p.m.
Why the hell hasn’t that idiot Qi Yan woken up yet?
Is he really going to end up in a coma?!

…

Author’s Notes:

Song Cun: Just got married, and my husband might turn into a vegetable?! Why is this my fault?

Qi Yan: Babe… just let me sleep a little longer.

2099: Everything is going according to my master plan. ♡