What's Wrong With Rear-Ending Your Arranged Marriage Partner? He Totally Loves It - Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Feeling So Wronged, Huh?

The Omega’s pheromones were growing thicker in the room, luring the Alpha from his deep, dreamless sleep.

When Qi Yan opened his eyes, their lips were nearly touching.

“Cun-cun…”

He called out in a daze, startling the person who had been about to kiss him.

Song Cun’s eyes flew open. He immediately leaned back, quickly putting distance between them.

His face turned a deep red, and even his neck and the tips of his ears flushed pink—all of it reflected in the Alpha’s dark, shimmering eyes.

“I—I… Don’t get the wrong idea!”

He didn’t even know why he felt so guilty. His words tumbled out in a complete mess,

“It—it was just emergency CPR!”

“CPR…” Qi Yan repeated the words slowly, still hazy from sleep and seemingly struggling to process them.

That innocent repeat somehow made it sound like he was the one trying to take advantage of the situation. Song Cun immediately became both embarrassed and annoyed.

“You think I wanted to do that?! I just didn’t want to be responsible if you turned into a vegetable!”

“Vegetable?” Qi Yan looked even more confused.

“Yeah. That’s what 2099 said.” Song Cun turned his head, looking around for 2099 to have it come and testify.

2099 let out two dry laughs, quietly backed away a few steps… and bolted.

“Hey—!”

That’s when Song Cun finally realized…

He’d been played by that love-struck robot?!?!

He turned back to see Qi Yan’s eyes glinting with amusement, clearly having figured it out too.

“Stop laughing!” Song Cun shouted in a mix of fury and embarrassment.

He rolled up his sleeves and stood up to go after 2099 for revenge.

But just as he got up, the person behind him grabbed his wrist.

Qi Yan caught hold of his hand with one hand, and gently felt his forehead with the other.

“Why are you sweating so much?”

Qi Yan’s hand was a little cool to the touch, and when it brushed against Song Cun’s skin, it sent a small jolt through him. He instinctively slapped the hand away.

“Obviously because I got so mad at your ridiculous, love-obsessed robot!”

With that, he stormed out of the room in a huff, even losing one of his slippers in the process.

Qi Yan sat in bed, stunned for a few moments. Then, the screen on his phone lit up with a message:

[Bai Yu]: “Do you like your wedding gift? Don’t forget to fill out the user experience survey~ Mwah!”

Qi Yan picked up his phone and replied:

[Qi Yan]: “Are you sure this is a housekeeping robot? Someone just described it as a love-brained robot.”

[Bai Yu]: “??”

That wasn’t right… Could there be a problem with quality control?

…

Song Cun rushed into his bedroom and slammed the door shut.

He dove headfirst onto the bed, heart racing so fast it felt abnormal. The gland at the back of his neck was heating up again.

“Damn that 2099!”

He buried his face in the sheets and rolled around a few times, only to notice one of his slippers was still hanging off his foot. Then his mind involuntarily replayed the moment Qi Yan had woken up, staring at him in confusion just as he leaned in for the kiss.

“Aaaahhhh!”

Song Cun buried himself into his pillow, wanting nothing more than to launch himself off the planet.

Knock knock—But a gentle knock on the door dragged him back to reality.

“Cun-cun, are you okay?”

Qi Yan stood at the door and waited a few seconds without getting a response.

He bent down to place the slipper neatly by the doorway.

“Cun-cun, I left your slipper at the door. The floor’s cold—don’t walk around barefoot.”

Still no response.

Qi Yan waited a little longer and then asked softly, “Are you hungry? I’ll cook something for you.”

Still silence inside.

Just as he was about to leave, he heard a muffled voice from inside the room, full of grievance:

“Are you going to do something about that love-brained liar robot of yours or not?!”

Qi Yan blinked in surprise, then chuckled gently and coaxed from outside the door, “I’ll handle it. I’ll put it in sleep mode for a whole week. Don’t be mad, okay?”

Song Cun suddenly sat up in bed and yelled,

“Not okay! Putting it in sleep mode is just giving it a vacation! Are you dumb or what?”

Qi Yan chuckled again from the other side, “Mhm, I’m dumb. Then what would you like me to do with it, Cun-cun?”

The door suddenly swung open.

Song Cun stood there with his hair an absolute mess, glaring as he said, “Take it apart and sell it for scrap!”

Because he had been hiding under the blankets, the tip of his nose and his cheeks were all red, and his voice had a heavy nasal tone.

Qi Yan couldn’t help but reach out to smooth down a few stray tufts of hair on Song Cun’s head. Like coaxing a little kid, he said gently,

“Feeling that wronged, huh? Got our Cun-cun all upset?”

In his heart, he silently apologized to 2099.

“Once you’re full, we’ll take 2099 apart together, okay?”

Song Cun knew Qi Yan was just trying to cheer him up. He wasn’t used to being comforted like this—but it still made him feel a strange, unfamiliar warmth.

He obediently put on his slippers and followed Qi Yan downstairs.

2099, guilty as charged, had already hidden itself in its sleep pod, pretending to be dead.

In truth, Song Cun was just venting earlier. Once he was downstairs, he didn’t go looking for 2099 at all. Instead, he sat on the sofa and scrolled on his phone, occasionally glancing over at Qi Yan, who was busy in the kitchen.

The sizzle of oil and food clashed in the pan, soon followed by the sound of ingredients being stir-fried. A delicious aroma began to fill the room.

The man had broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He wore a light knitted cardigan over his shirt and looked like the picture-perfect novel character—a handsome, caring husband.

Song Cun gave himself a light smack on the head.

“What the hell’s wrong with me… where did that thought even come from?”

He lowered his head and focused on the mobile game on his phone.

After a few rounds, dinner was ready. Qi Yan called him over to eat.

Ding-dong—Just as Song Cun sat down at the table, the doorbell rang.

Qi Yan guessed it was Dr. Shen and removed his apron.

“Cun-cun, you can start eating. No need to wait for me.”

At the door stood a man holding a medical kit. Qi Yan gave him an apologetic smile.

“You really didn’t have to come all this way.”

Dr. Shen Xiangqing glanced toward the dining room and quickly looked away again.

“It’s not like I wanted to keep showing up here. I honestly thought I’d never have to see you again. And yet, on the second day of your marriage, you go and jab yourself with a suppressant?”

Qi Yan smiled and didn’t respond. He led Shen into the study.

“When 2099 contacted me, I was honestly shocked. You do know you can only use that high-strength suppressant once a month, right?”

As he spoke, Shen checked the readings from Qi Yan’s wrist monitor.

“Your pheromones have been stable these past few days. Why did you suddenly inject yourself again?”

Qi Yan was quiet for a moment. Then he asked, “What happens if it’s used too often?”