Distorted Fairy Tale - Chapter 6

He was faking sleep!

Song Zhen guiltily tried to pull back, but Fu Yuting turned the tables, pinning him down against the mattress.

His tongue forced its way past Song Zhen’s teeth, hungrily invading his mouth. Song Zhen felt dizzy and overwhelmed by the sheer force of Fu Yuting’s kiss. He tried to push against the Alpha’s chest, but his hands were easily pinned down by a single firm grip.

After what felt like an eternity, Fu Yuting finally pulled away, allowing Song Zhen to catch his breath. Without sparing him a single glance, the Alpha rolled off the bed. Soon, the familiar sound of the shower echoed from the bathroom.

Song Zhen sat on the bed, pressing the back of his hand against his burning cheeks.

For the first time in a while, Song Zhen had breakfast with Fu Yuting. Fu Yuting was focused on a tablet. Song Zhen stole a few glances and saw columns of red text, though he couldn’t make sense of what any of it meant.

Perhaps Song Zhen’s staring was too obvious, because Fu Yuting eventually looked up and caught his eye.

Song Zhen immediately lowered his head and took a large bite of his bread. He heard Fu Yuting’s voice beside him:

“You have a prenatal check-up later.”

“Okay,” Song Zhen nodded.

Before they left, Song Zhen noticed Fu Yuting’s shirt collar was slightly crooked. He couldn’t help but call out, “Fu Yuting.”

Fu Yuting turned back. Song Zhen stepped forward to straighten the collar for him. He met Fu Yuting’s eyes for a fleeting second before looking away. “…Your collar was crooked.”

On the way to the hospital, the two sat in the back of the car, each hugging their respective side with enough space between them to fit two more people.

After the examination, the doctor spoke to Fu Yuting with a heavy, serious tone. “President Fu, Mr. Song is a Beta. You can’t just focus on work all the time. The early and middle stages of pregnancy are when the child needs pheromones the most. Especially now at sixteen weeks; if you can’t spend more time with him, it will be very detrimental to the baby.”

“Look at this chart.” The doctor handed Fu Yuting a printout. “This is the curve showing your pheromone concentration and the fetal activity over the past month.”

The wristband the doctor had given Song Zhen during the last visit served exactly this purpose: real-time monitoring of the fetus and recording pheromone exposure.

The doctor had only glanced at it briefly before, but looking at it again with Fu Yuting, he made a new discovery. He pointed to the data from that morning. “What did you two do today? This pheromone concentration is excellent. This is exactly what helps a fetus grow healthy.”

Fu Yuting’s brow twitched slightly upon hearing that.

Following the check-up, Fu Yuting began coming home every single night, and much earlier than before.

Furthermore, he insisted on kissing Song Zhen every night before bed and every morning upon waking.

On the night of the check-up, when Song Zhen was first hit by the sudden, dizzying force of Fu Yuting’s kiss, his mind felt like a sky full of exploding fireworks. He tried to say something, but Fu Yuting only kissed him harder, effectively silencing him.

When Fu Yuting finally finished, Song Zhen gasped for air. “You… you… you…” He was so shocked he had to stutter the word several times before finding his voice. “Why are you suddenly doing this?”

“Doing what?” Fu Yuting asked. Having just forced a kiss on him, his face wasn’t even slightly flushed, and his breathing was perfectly steady.

“I mean,” Song Zhen’s face was bright red as he whispered, “why are you suddenly kissing me.”

On the surface, it sounded like a reproach, but there was a hidden layer of sweetness in his voice.

Song Zhen was happy.

It had been so long since he had been intimate with his husband. Since getting pregnant, he had been craving Fu Yuting’s touch and found himself comforted by the scent of his pheromones.

Song Zhen couldn’t help but wonder: maybe Fu Yuting had just felt awkward when he first regained his memories. After all, for the “real” Fu Yuting, their marriage was quite a sudden development.

Could it be that Fu Yuting was starting to remember the beautiful times they shared? Was he remembering his vow to love Song Zhen for the rest of his life?

However, his tender fantasies were shattered only seconds later by four icy words:

“Following doctor’s orders.”

Song Zhen froze, the realization slowly sinking in.

Alpha pheromones are stored in bodily fluids, with the highest concentration in semen, followed by saliva.

No wonder the doctor had spoken to Fu Yuting for so long. He was giving him suggestions—telling him he needed to provide more pheromones to his pregnant partner to ensure the baby grew healthy.

“Oh…” Song Zhen’s tone was filled with an unmistakable dejection. “So that’s why.”

It wasn’t because he liked him. It was just for the baby.

“Go to sleep.”

Fu Yuting checked the time, pulled Song Zhen down to lie beside him, and switched off the bedroom lights. His tone wasn’t gentle; it was a command.

Because sleeping at this hour was good for the child, Song Zhen had to sleep now.

It was an order, and it was non-negotiable.

“This child must be born healthy.”

In the darkness of the room, Song Zhen heard Fu Yuting speak. Soon after, he heard the steady, rhythmic breathing of the man beside him.

Fu Yuting fell asleep easily, but Song Zhen tossed and turned until the middle of the night.

Staying in the house alone was becoming unbearably dull. Everyone seemed busy except for him.

He felt like a mushroom that was about to grow mold.

Song Zhen decided to go out. Even if he didn’t know anyone in City A, he wanted to walk around by himself just for a change of scenery.

The butler arranged a driver for him. When the driver asked where he wanted to go, Song Zhen thought for a moment. “Is there anywhere in City A with a beautiful view?”

“Plenty,” the driver replied.

“Can you recommend one?” Song Zhen added after a pause. “Um… preferably somewhere free.”

“Then try Xishan Park.”

“Okay.” Song Zhen nodded.

They arrived at Xishan Park shortly after. As the driver had promised, the scenery was indeed beautiful. Song Zhen said he wanted to explore on his own and told the driver to go about his business; he would call when he was finished.

Song Zhen hadn’t been out in a long time. He took a deep breath of the park air, reveling in the feeling of being close to nature.

The greenery in Xishan Park was well-maintained, making the air feel fresher than anywhere else in the city.

Today, Song Zhen wore a light blue hoodie and jeans. These were part of the collection Fu Yuting had sent to the house for him to choose from.

Dozens of outfits had been laid out before him, all supposedly the latest seasonal trends. Song Zhen didn’t understand fashion.

High fashion and Song Zhen were essentially strangers.

Among that pile of bold, avant-garde designs and strange color combinations, he had eventually found this simple, pale hoodie and a pair of normal jeans.

Song Zhen naturally looked quite young. With his clean, fair face and this outfit, he looked like a student.

Because he was thin and due to his physical constitution, even at four months pregnant, his bump wasn’t very noticeable.

Song Zhen wandered alone until sunset. He sat on a park bench and took a photo of the distant sky.

The magnificent view—the sky looking as if it were bathed in flames—was now saved on his phone.

Just as he was about to call the driver, he noticed a commotion up ahead.

Curious, he glanced over. An elderly woman had collapsed!

Because of the frequent news stories about scams, many bystanders were hesitant to step forward and help.

Song Zhen watched for a moment. The woman’s expression was contorted in genuine pain; if no one acted, she might die right there.

He handed his phone to a bystander and asked them to record a video as a precaution. Then, he steeled himself and rushed forward to help her up.

He thought to himself: no matter what, he couldn’t just watch someone die. He’d do it as a way to earn good karma for the baby in his womb.

Once he decided to help, he saw it through to the end.

Song Zhen got the woman to the hospital, handled the intake paperwork, and finally sat outside the emergency room to wait for her family.

As he calmed down, a worry crept into his mind. What if the family was unreasonable and tried to extort him for money? It wasn’t an unheard-of scenario.

Song Zhen opened his phone to check his savings, and his heart sank.

Please don’t let this be the last time I see my savings.

He felt a twinge of regret for being so impulsive.

Aside from what he had saved himself, that money included everything Song Heng had earned from his labor. Song Heng used to give Song Zhen every cent of his paycheck as soon as he got it.

He used to say he’d buy Song Zhen a big house one day, so they could live in luxury every day.

Song Zhen thought sadly that this was like opening a mystery box.

After a short wait, a tall man came rushing down the hallway toward him. He must be the relative.

The man had several scars on his face and dark, weathered skin. He looked like someone you wouldn’t want to cross.

As the man approached, his eyes were bloodshot with worry.

Song Zhen couldn’t help but flinch.

“I recorded a video!”

“You’re the one who saved my grandmother?”

The two spoke at the same time.

Song Zhen gave a slow nod and said awkwardly, “…Yes, that was me.”

“Now that you’re here, I’ll be going.” Song Zhen just wanted to make a quick escape.

The man suddenly grabbed Song Zhen’s hand and said with great solemnity, “Benefactor, thank you so much!”

Song Zhen felt a bit embarrassed. He waved his hand dismissively. “It’s nothing, really. Anyone would have done it.”

“The doctor said that if she had been brought in even a few minutes later, her condition would have been critical,” the man said sincerely. “It’s late today. You should head back, but please leave me your contact information. I must find a way to thank you properly later.”

“No need, truly. It was just a small thing.” Song Zhen hadn’t helped for the sake of a reward; he simply couldn’t live with himself if he had done nothing.

It was just like when he saved Fu Yuting. He couldn’t stand by and watch a life fade away in front of him.

After the man’s repeated insistence, Song Zhen finally exchanged contact details with him.

Song Zhen thought to himself: This mystery box didn’t turn out so bad after all.

He had been fully prepared for the worst.

As Song Zhen was about to call the driver to pick him up, he saw a message from the man with his name:

Ji Qinglin.

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