Distorted Fairy Tale - Chapter 13

When Song Zhen ended his livestream and saw a withdrawable balance of 250,000 yuan in the backend, it still felt utterly surreal.

He finally understood why countless people had been flooding into the livestreaming industry over the years.

The speed at which the money came in truly gave him a dizzying adrenaline rush. His head was still spinning as if he were caught in a dream.

After the initial surge of ecstasy, a sense of unease crept into his heart. He didn’t know this “Brother Wang” at all. How could he keep a benefactor like this happy? A man who drops 500,000 yuan in an instant must want something in return, and Song Zhen didn’t think there was anything particularly special about himself.

Song Zhen tapped on the pitch-black profile picture. The user’s homepage was completely blank. The IP address was in City A, and the man actually had more followers than Song Zhen did now, despite only following one person: Song Zhen himself.

Song Zhen opened the private message window, hesitated for a moment, and began to type.

Dessert Xiao Song: Thank you for the votes today. You spent far too much, Brother Wang (Flower).

A moment later, a reply came through.

AAA Seafood Wholesale Brother Wang: Just a verbal thanks?

Song Zhen’s heart skipped a beat. He had heard that the livestreaming world was quite messy and that many wealthy benefactors had. eccentric tastes.

Dessert Xiao Song: What is it you want? I only know how to bake cakes.

AAA Seafood Wholesale Brother Wang: Black stockings and a maid outfit.

Dessert Xiao Song: Huh???

The rich really were a twisted bunch!

Fu Yuting watched the chat window on his end, noting the “typing…” status that had persisted for nearly five minutes, and let out a light snort.

AAA Seafood Wholesale Brother Wang: Heh, just kidding.

AAA Seafood Wholesale Brother Wang: Cake will do.

This time, Xiao Song replied instantly.

Dessert Xiao Song: Do you have any dietary restrictions, Brother Wang? Or any flavors you particularly like?

It took a long time for the other side to send back three words—

Black Forest.

Song Zhen agreed, and the other side didn’t reply further.

The Black Forest was Song Zhen’s signature cake. He made one with great care and asked for Brother Wang’s address; Fu Yuting immediately sent him Lin Ze’s home address.

Ever since “Brother Wang” mentioned that the cake was decent, Song Zhen sent one over every single day.

“AAA Seafood Wholesale Brother Wang” became a legend on the platform after the 100 Angel Hearts incident. Many people flocked to Song Zhen’s stream just to catch a glimpse of this mysterious big boss.

Brother Wang stayed in the room every day, though he almost never spoke.

However, on very rare occasions, Brother Wang would “open his mouth.”

For instance, since Song Zhen had tasted success with that first PK, he occasionally accepted a few more, hoping to entice Brother Wang’s vast fortune again.

But because of the diversity of the internet, Song Zhen sometimes matched with some very strange people.

One day, he connected with a man notorious on the platform for harassing streamers. The man looked to be at least two hundred pounds, with a pockmarked face and a foul mouth. He began spewing insults: “How much for a night, streamer?” “Did I book you at that club before?” “Who knows how you got such a nice house…” deliberately trying to provoke Song Zhen.

Song Zhen’s face paled. He frowned and muttered, “You’re sick,” intending to end the PK immediately. He had no interest in arguing with a lunatic.

To his surprise, the usually silent Brother Wang used his “cash power” to send a golden site-wide announcement banner.

AAA Seafood Wholesale Brother Wang: Whose farm pig got loose? Hurry up and take it back.

AAA Seafood Wholesale Brother Wang: Your mouth is full of filth. It stinks.

The chat room erupted:

 That’s an insult to farm pigs; they aren’t that fat.

 Oh my god, I’m shipping this! Is this the ‘Protective Boss’ trope?

 Money truly lets you do whatever you want!

Song Zhen had originally viewed this stranger as a mere ATM—someone to maintain a good relationship with for the sake of donations. But seeing this person suddenly stand up for him made something stir in his heart.

He was more than a little moved.

Even though they were just netizens—strangers with no names, faces, or bodies—having someone defend you when you were being bullied was impossible to ignore.

Especially for someone like Song Zhen, who had been ignored for most of his life, this kind of protection made his heart feel warm and ache slightly.

After ending the stream that day, Song Zhen messaged Brother Wang.

Dessert Xiao Song: Thank you for today, Brother Wang.

Dessert Xiao Song: Sticker of a cat saying thank you

AAA Seafood Wholesale Brother Wang: No problem.

Song Zhen thought for a bit and finally asked the question that had been on his mind for a long time.

Dessert Xiao Song: Brother Wang, why are you so good to me? We haven’t even known each other for long.

Fu Yuting tapped his index finger rhythmically on his desk for a few seconds before typing back.

AAA Seafood Wholesale Brother Wang: Because

Dessert Xiao Song: ?

AAA Seafood Wholesale Brother Wang: You’re easy on the eyes.

While he was chatting casually with Brother Wang, Song Zhen had become increasingly unwilling to speak to Fu Yuting since their last argument.

Fu Yuting was always busy, and since Song Zhen remained silent, the Alpha didn’t go out of his way to strike up a conversation either.

They shared a bed every night, yet lived like total strangers.

They hadn’t kissed according to the “doctor’s orders” in a long time.

One night, when Fu Yuting tried to kiss him, Song Zhen pulled away.

Song Zhen told him that if the pheromone concentration was the issue, Fu Yuting could simply extract some pheromone fluid for him to use; the effect would be the same.

Fu Yuting let out a cold laugh. “Do you think I’d want to touch you if it weren’t for the child?”

Song Zhen bit his lip and replied, “Then don’t touch me.”

Since he was so repulsed, why torture himself?

The next day, Fu Yuting extracted the pheromone fluid, tossed it to Song Zhen, and didn’t come home for an entire week. The result of this was that late one night a week later, Song Zhen suddenly developed a high fever.

The butler called Fu Yuting, who immediately rushed home and took him to the hospital.

“President Fu, Mr. Song is 17 weeks pregnant. This is exactly when the child needs pheromones the most. Using extracted fluid is a last resort—a substitute for pregnant Omegas because Omegas can produce their own pheromones,” Dr. Zhou explained with a frown. “But Mr. Song is a Beta. He can’t produce pheromones, so the child needs yours even more for comfort.”

“Without sufficient pheromones, the child lacks security. The cause of Mr. Song’s fever this time is abnormal fetal movement.”

“President Fu, if you want this child to be born safely, you cannot leave Mr. Song’s side for this long again.”

Fu Yuting listened in silence, his brow furrowed.

He walked to the bedside and looked at the sleeping Song Zhen.

The Beta was pale, his lips devoid of color. His thick lashes trembled, and his brows were knit tight, showing his restless sleep.

The Beta’s mouth moved slightly, whispering something.

Fu Yuting leaned in close to listen.

“Don’t go… please don’t go…”

“Don’t abandon me…”

“Don’t leave me all alone…”

As he spoke, a single tear escaped from the corner of Song Zhen’s eye.

Fu Yuting’s heart felt a sudden, sharp pang.

He reached out to wipe the tear away, staring down at Song Zhen in a heavy silence.

It wasn’t the first time. Seeing the Beta cry always made him feel incredibly frustrated.

In truth, since the day the Beta came to City A to find him, a sense of inexplicable irritability had been weighing on his heart.

It was like a thick, unyielding fog drifting through his mind, leaving him restless and unsettled.

Fu Yuting’s fingers traced from the corner of Song Zhen’s eye to his small nose, and finally to his soft lips.

“Song Zhen.”

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