What's Wrong With Rear-Ending Your Arranged Marriage Partner? He Totally Loves It - Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Cun-cun, Can You Not Say Those Two Words…?

About ten minutes later, the study door opened.

Perhaps because of the need to keep their marriage secret, Qi Yan didn’t let Song Cun and Shen Xiangqing meet. He personally walked Shen Xiangqing to the door before returning to the dining room.

“Not feeling hungry?”

Qi Yan sat down across from Song Cun and noticed that barely any food had been touched. Song Cun’s bowl of rice was almost full.

“No.”
Song Cun lazily lifted his eyes and glanced at Qi Yan.
“I’m just eating slowly.”

Realizing that Song Cun had been waiting for him to return before eating, Qi Yan’s lips curved into a faint smile.

“Mn, eating slowly is good for digestion.”

The two of them quietly ate for a while.

Then, Song Cun suddenly broke the silence:

“2099 said… you have pheromone dysregulation disorder?”

Qi Yan’s hand holding the chopsticks paused briefly. He let out a soft “Mm.”

He set his chopsticks down and reached up to check the suppression patch on his neck. After confirming it was properly in place, he looked at Song Cun and said,

“Don’t worry. I can control my pheromones for now—you won’t smell them.”

“Control it for now?” Song Cun’s tone was unreadable.
“Because you just gave yourself an injection?”

Qi Yan looked at him, sensing some unhappiness behind Song Cun’s expression.

“Cun-cun…”

Song Cun suddenly grew serious.

“Qi Yan, if I say I don’t want to smell your pheromones, are you really going to keep injecting yourself like this forever?”

While eating, Song Cun had thought it through carefully. He didn’t believe everything 2099 said was a lie.

Repeated use of strong suppressants would surely put more strain on Qi Yan’s body. Otherwise, Dr. Shen wouldn’t have rushed over after Qi Yan woke up.

As Qi Yan noticed Song Cun’s expression darkening, he said gently, trying to reassure him:

“It’s okay. It’s my issue to begin with…”

“Then… then why do this to yourself?!”
Song Cun’s voice suddenly rose with agitation.

He couldn’t stand hearing Qi Yan say things like that. Clearly, he was the one forced into this marriage, yet Qi Yan always made him feel inexplicably guilty.

“Why did you have to choose me?! You could’ve not picked me at all!”

“You could’ve just chosen someone whose pheromones matched yours the best from the beginning!”

“They would’ve loved your pheromones, probably couldn’t get enough of them. Then you wouldn’t have to keep giving yourself those injections!”

“Or… or you could just stop caring about what I want. We could just di—” Divorce.

But before he could say the word, Qi Yan interrupted him.

“Cun-cun, can you not say those two words…?”

Qi Yan’s already pale face turned even whiter, with a flash of pain showing through.

He didn’t feel like being with Song Cun was some kind of suffering. Every moment spent with him was joyful—except when Song Cun said he was forced into this marriage. That truly hurt him. It made him feel disgusted with his own selfishness.

But now that they were already married… he wanted to be selfish, just this once.

He didn’t want to let go.
He couldn’t bear to hear those two words from Song Cun’s lips.

Song Cun was caught off guard by the interruption, and realized his emotions had gotten the better of him.

After a few seconds of silence, he asked,

“You say you like me?”

This was the same question he’d asked the first night they met.

Couples often ask each other things like this, seeking repeated reassurance—but not Song Cun. He asked because he thought it was laughable.

Qi Yan picked up on the teasing in his tone but still answered seriously, looking straight at him:

“Yes. I like you.”

Song Cun let out a short scoff, lips curled into a cold smile.

“What you think is ‘liking’ is just a temporary hormone rush. Just like pheromones—completely unreliable.”

He’d had plenty of admirers growing up and had turned down many who declared their love the moment they met him. Most of them, after being rejected a few times, either gave up or moved on—chasing after someone else without hesitation.

People came and went like shoppers in a mall. Once they found something they liked better, they left without a second thought.

No one had ever chosen him with certainty.
Even his own family had never truly loved him—so why would anyone else?

All those sudden bursts of affection were always tied to some kind of benefit or hidden agenda.

There were no exceptions. No one ever really loved him.

He figured that if he rejected Qi Yan a few more times, Qi Yan would gradually lose interest and let him go.

“Don’t think I’ll be moved just because of what you’ve done.”

Song Cun stared at Qi Yan.

“Even if I am moved, it’s just for a moment—just like your so-called feelings for me. So don’t do stupid things like this again!”

After saying that, he turned and ran upstairs, the sound of his footsteps heavy and fast.

Qi Yan took a few steps after him but stopped at the foot of the stairs.

2099 popped its head out from a corner and offered some unhelpful advice:

“Master, hurry up and chase after him! There’s nothing a good wall slam can’t fix!!!”

Qi Yan lightly patted the top of 2099’s shiny metal head.

“You can’t do that. Only people who mutually like each other can do something like that.”

…

That night, Song Cun entered his first heat after differentiating.

His gland was burning and itching. He felt weak all over, like a sponge drained of strength, while his pheromones surged like crashing waves—filling the room, spreading wider and thicker.

The cloying scent of sweet strawberries wafted throughout the space.

Even Qi Yan, who was in the study, could smell the potent scent of Song Cun’s pheromones.

“Cun-cun… Cun-cun, are you okay?”