What's Wrong With Rear-Ending Your Arranged Marriage Partner? He Totally Loves It - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Young Master, Give Him a Kiss!

Song Cun absentmindedly shoveled a few bites of food into his mouth to fill his stomach, then went back to the sofa and replied to a few more messages.

After calming itself down, 2099 popped out of who-knows-where, eagerly and considerately recommending the home theater on the third floor.

“Young Master, would you like to watch a movie after your meal to help with digestion? I can help you search one!”

Song Cun stared at his phone.

“No interest.”

2099 lowered its voice mysteriously.

“There’s a little secret of the Master’s in the theater. Are you sure you don’t want to check it out?”

Song Cun looked at 2099’s sleazy expression and scoffed. Probably some X-rated adult films or something.

Wait…?

That was Qi Yan we’re talking about here… That well-mannered, gentle, elegant, reserved, self-disciplined Qi Yan!

Now he had to see for himself what kind of filthy stuff this seemingly proper Alpha was watching behind closed doors. If he could snap a few pictures on his phone, he’d finally have some leverage over the guy.
Song Cun thought this, both naive and wickedly gleeful.

…

Inside the home theater.

When 2099 pulled up the viewing history, Song Cun froze as his gaze landed on the screen.

There were only a few movies on it—all starring him. A couple of them were even films from his early days as an extra.

2099 covered its mouth and giggled shyly.

“Master really loves watching the movies you’re in. He always comes here alone and watches them over and over again.”

Song Cun absolutely hadn’t expected this to be Qi Yan’s little secret hidden in the theater.

He had been so determined to dig up evidence of Qi Yan being a closet pervert—only to discover that Qi Yan just watched his films repeatedly…

The back of Song Cun’s neck started to heat up again, and he could feel his pheromones on the verge of leaking out.

He instinctively reached up to cover his nape.

“…He’s like a total creep.”

Just watching his movies—on repeat, no less.

Was he that interesting to watch?

Thanks to his striking looks, Song Cun had gained attention the moment he debuted. But that also meant he was often accused of being “all looks and no talent.” His hard work was constantly dismissed because of his appearance.

“Young Master, what movie would you like to watch?” 2099 asked sweetly.

Song Cun snapped out of his thoughts and sat down on the sofa.

“Whatever.”

2099 selected a recently popular, melodramatic romance movie and prepared to leave the room.

Song Cun suddenly called out,

“Wait… your master still isn’t awake. Shouldn’t we call a doctor?”

“Already did,” 2099 replied.

“What did the doctor say?”

“He said ‘got it.’”

“And nothing else?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Do Qi Yan’s family know about his condition?”

“They do~”

“And they didn’t say anything?”

“Mmhmm.”

Song Cun frowned.
How could both the doctor and his family be this unreliable?
He suddenly felt a little sorry for Qi Yan.

…

Around 5 p.m.

Unable to focus on the movie anymore, Song Cun got up and headed downstairs.

Near Qi Yan’s bedroom door, 2099 was anxiously spinning in circles and nearly collided with Song Cun, who was pretending he’d just come down for a drink of water.

Song Cun held out a hand to stop the robot from bumping into him, his gaze resting on the tightly shut bedroom door.

“He’s still sleeping?”

“Yes, still not awake,” 2099 replied, skidding to a stop.

“It’s almost been 18 hours. Young Master, maybe you should go in and check on him!”

So Song Cun pushed open Qi Yan’s bedroom door.

The room was dimly lit, and 2099 turned on a small nightlight.

Song Cun walked to the bedside and saw the Alpha lying flat under the covers, eyes closed. His handsome face was still a bit pale.

Qi Yan lay neatly under the blanket, completely still.

He was so quiet while asleep.

If not for the slight rise and fall of his chest under the thin blanket, Song Cun might have suspected the man in bed had already stopped breathing.

“Qi Yan…”

Song Cun stood at the bedside and called his name—not too loud, not too soft.
The Alpha didn’t move.

He reached out to feel Qi Yan’s forehead.
Normal temperature. No fever.

His expression was relaxed and natural—not like someone who was sick.
He was really just sleeping deeply.

Song Cun gave his shoulder a gentle push and called him again. Qi Yan still didn’t respond at all.

2099’s digital screen showed a countdown timer, and the robot was pacing outside the door like a headless chicken.

“Young Master, how about you give Master a kiss?”

Song Cun gave 2099 a disgusted glare.
Was now really the time for this nonsense?

2099 ignored the look.

“Come on, that’s how all fairy tales go! Sleeping Beauty woke up with a kiss, same with the Frog Prince, Snow White—”

Song Cun felt a throbbing headache coming on.

What the hell was Qi Yan’s family thinking, letting a romance-obsessed robot take care of someone who was seriously ill?

The timer on the screen read: 4 minutes 29 seconds.

He snapped at 2099, “If you don’t want to end up in a junkyard, contact that private doctor right now.”

Threatened, 2099 finally stopped spinning.

“Dr. Shen says he’s stuck in traffic. It’s rush hour right now!”

Song Cun couldn’t help but curse under his breath.

Seriously? Even the private doctor was unreliable at a time like this?

2099 continued to pester him, “Why don’t you just kiss him? He might wake up if you do!”

Song Cun was starting to panic.
If Qi Yan really ended up in a vegetative state, then it’d be his fault—because Qi Yan had only taken that injection after Song Cun said he didn’t want to smell any pheromones.

His mind was a mess.
2099’s “kiss him~ kiss him~” chant buzzed in his ears like a broken record.

He rested both hands on Qi Yan’s body, realizing they were trembling. But he didn’t dare shake him awake either—what if that caused even worse side effects?

Countdown: 2 minutes 15 seconds.

Sweat beaded on his forehead.

He turned toward 2099 and growled,

“Calm down! Did the doctor say anything about what we can do right now?”

2099 suddenly stopped pacing.

“Oh! Right! Dr. Shen said… if Master still isn’t awake by the deadline, you can perform… um… artificial respiration!”

Song Cun froze.
When the meaning sank in, he was so furious he could almost spit bl00d.

Artificial respiration, seriously?!

That was even more ridiculous than a fairy tale kiss!

He finally exploded.

“Is Dr. Shen some kind of quack?! Qi Yan’s not lacking oxygen, what the hell does he need artificial respiration for?!”

2099 explained, “Dr. Shen said if an Omega can transmit enough pheromones to the Master, he’ll wake up faster.”

Afraid Song Cun wouldn’t believe it, it went on:

“Omegas can’t mark Alphas, so artificial respiration might be the fastest and most direct way to deliver pheromones.”

Song Cun was speechless.

No wonder 2099 had been pushing him to kiss Qi Yan earlier…

Countdown: 60 seconds.

2099 began emitting an urgent beeping sound.

Song Cun’s mind was in chaos.

He looked down at the Alpha’s sleeping face, his Adam’s apple bobbing with tension.

As an actor, he’d filmed intimate scenes before—but always using camera tricks, never actually kissing anyone.

Countdown: 30 seconds.

He leaned in, nose almost touching Qi Yan’s pale face.
Those beautiful features filled his vision.
His heart pounded wildly. The gland on the back of his neck burned hot.

Countdown: 10 seconds.

His gaze fell on the Alpha’s lips.
His eyelashes trembled, and he slowly closed his eyes…

…

Author’s Note:

Just some ridiculous made-up nonsense. Pure brainless drama, haha.