[ABO] The Despised One Becomes an Internet Sensation After Marriage - Chapter 37

Chapter 37

Was Fu Shiyan going to be angry with him again…?

Afterward, his consciousness became hazy. He vaguely heard the wailing of an ambulance; it was a bit noisy. He felt so sleepy. Why was someone always calling his name…?

…

Flashback: Three Years Ago

“09070413… How can someone’s WeChat ID look so much like a birthday, haha?” Xu Jianan accidentally saw Fu Shiyan’s WeChat profile on Xu Zhimian’s phone and couldn’t help but ask out of curiosity.

The two had become roommates a month ago. Xu Jianan was talkative and enthusiastic; though Xu Zhimian was often silent, Jianan always found topics to keep a conversation going. Recently, Xu Zhimian always carried the scent of an Alpha on him—always that mellow, aromatic Brandy scent. He guessed: “Is this your boyfriend?”

Xu Zhimian, who was spreading his paintings across the long table, paused. To avoid unnecessary misunderstanding, he gave a flat, emotionless “Mm.”

Xu Jianan let out an ambiguous “Oh,” raising an eyebrow. “So, does that mean your birthday is April 13th?” His eyes darted around. “Counting the days, it’s coming up soon.”

Xu Zhimian packed away his brushes. “It’s not my birthday.”

“Tsk… Then is it September 7th?”

“Neither. Stop guessing.”

“Neither?” Xu Jianan’s expression turned strange. He prodded: “Aren’t you curious?” After all, who sets their ID to two dates if neither is their partner’s birthday? Could it be an ex’s birthday?

Xu Zhimian remained silent. He had asked once. Back on the cruise ship, he asked Fu Shiyan why his gate code and WeChat ID were the same. Fu Shiyan said it was to serve as a warning, because September 7th was the anniversary of his mother’s death… But what about 0413? April 13th? What did that date mean?

After a long silence, Xu Zhimian lowered his eyes and replied, “I’m not curious.”

Fu Shiyan was only his benefactor (Sugar Daddy), not his boyfriend. A canary must be self-aware; curiosity is a dangerous trait.

…

The smell of disinfectant in the hospital was as unpleasant as ever.

“Someone has already paid your fees for you, no need to pay again,” the lady at the payment window said with a friendly smile.

Xu Zhimian froze. Taking back the returned money, he stammered: “Can I ask what that person looked like?”

The window lady remembered this Omega vividly; the first time she saw Xu Zhimian, she thought he was a celebrity. Later, after learning about his background, she felt mostly pity and sorrow—both parents died since childhood, finally making it into the Academy of Fine Arts, only for his grandmother, his sole remaining relative, to develop a major heart condition requiring a massive sum for a transplant.

Because of this, she paid close attention to him. The image of the player immediately came to mind: “A very tall Beta, hair parted 70/30, and a mole right under his left eye.”

The lady pointed to her own eye. That was… Fu Shiyan’s special assistant. It must have been on Fu Shiyan’s orders.

Shortly after, he received a message.

[Fu Shiyan]: Come to the office at noon.

The purpose of going there went without saying. Once his grandmother fell asleep, he drove to Glory Group. Glory was located in the bustling city center, only half an hour from the hospital.

Xu Zhimian took the private elevator and knocked on the closed office door. The next moment, he was slammed against the door by a powerful force.

“S-Sir?”

The scent of Brandy in the office was exceptionally thick. Fu Shiyan’s brow was slightly furrowed. His nose moved from the side of Xu Zhimian’s neck to the nape. Xu Zhimian had specifically put on a black neck choker before coming, as Fu Shiyan had instructed. Now, however, Fu Shiyan seemed extremely dissatisfied that the scent of jasmine was being suppressed.

They shared an urgent, rough kiss, dominated by Fu Shiyan. Amidst half-hearted resistance and ultimate compliance, Xu Zhimian found himself pressed onto the office desk.

“…You’re late.”

The Alpha gripped his chin. His pheromones surged like a tidal wave, clamoring and plundering. The ruthlessness the Alpha usually kept hidden was now on full display.

“The… the traffic was bad.” Xu Zhimian gasped. That gender-based suppression made the Omega feel both deeply attracted and inwardly trembling.

“Don’t let it happen again.” One by one, he unbuttoned Xu Zhimian’s shirt. His gaze roamed inch by inch—a look so carnal and dangerous, like a hungry wolf ready to devour him whole.

Xu Zhimian swallowed. As he leaned back, his exposed skin hit the cold air of the office, causing slight goosebumps. Then, he hooked his legs around the man’s waist and looked up at him: “…Sir, let’s go.”

Files that were usually neatly organized were scattered across the desk. Due to the repeated impact, several documents slid off onto the floor. Xu Zhimian’s mind went blank as he unconsciously clung to the man’s firm chest, their two scents entangling in the air. Deep, heavy marks were left on his neck and chest.

“No…” Xu Zhimian’s hands, raised in protest, were forcibly pinned down. His mouth hung open as he panted, only to be smothered by the man’s scorching kiss.

…

It was impossible to tell how much time had passed. They eventually moved to the lounge. The Alpha opened the nightstand and took out a new box of contraceptives. Xu Zhimian felt sore and swollen; he couldn’t help but shrink back, his voice fearful: “Sir…”

The Alpha pulled him back by the leg, closing the distance instantly. An Alpha in their rut/susceptible period was far more primal than usual. With powerful arms braced on either side of Xu Zhimian, he bit at the Omega’s lips, his voice hazy and muffled: “Be good. Put it on for me.”

Lost in the kiss, Xu Zhimian lost the ability to think. He looked past the man’s moving shoulders and saw a framed calligraphy piece hanging on the wall: “Cultivate the Heart, Restrain the Nature (Xiū Shēn Yǎng Xìng).”

The characters were vigorous and the brushwork fluid. Xu Zhimian thought dazedly: Restrain nature? More like Fu Shiyan only knows how to cultivate “sex” (Xìng)!

Near the end, Fu Shiyan licked his earlobe, his voice sending shivers down his spine: “Xu Zhimian…”

“…Let’s end this after this time.”

At the height of passion, it felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him. Xu Zhimian plummeted from the clouds to the abyss, completely stunned. “W-what?”

…

The Dream Shifts

In the black-and-white memories, everything played back in slow motion.

“Sorry, the number you have dialed is powered off…”

[Xu Zhimian]: Sir, are you there? Please, help me with a favor? [Xu Zhimian]: I won’t pester you again, just please, this once!

…

Rain was pouring down. Xu Zhimian stood outside the company building. Fu Shiyan’s assistant stood before him with an umbrella, looking conflicted. “I’m sorry, please go back. President Fu won’t see anyone.”

“I just need to say one word to him!” Xu Zhimian pleaded, grabbing the assistant’s arm. “Just one sentence!”

“I’m sorry.” The assistant shook his head helplessly.

Two scenes overlapped. The doctor came out of the emergency room and shook his head. “…My condolences.”

No… Impossible.

His mind was a blank void. Xu Jianan caught him as he seemed to lose all strength, whispering: “Impossible.”

“Impossible,” he gripped Jianan’s arm. “You’re lying to me, right?” He met Jianan’s pained gaze, and his eyes instantly welled up.

Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me. Xu Zhimian’s heart tightened painfully; the agony was suffocating. Don’t leave me!

“Xu Zhimian!”

A shout sliced through the layers of old memories like a blade, instantly pulling him out of that suffocating void. Xu Zhimian snapped awake, gasping for air.

Voices of wild relief rang in his ears: “Great! He’s awake! He’s awake!”

His consciousness slowly returned. His eyelashes fluttered, and he opened his eyes to see a stark white ceiling. The doctor performed a quick check and finally sighed: “He’s fine now.”

Ye Ming patted his chest, still shaken. “It’s good that you’re awake, it’s good.”

Xu Zhimian had suddenly fainted on the road. During the check-up, his heart had momentarily stopped. Once Ye Ming regained his composure, he sat by the bed, a rare anger in his voice: “You have a heart condition, yet you jump into the water to save someone? Do you think you’ve lived too long?”

Xu Zhimian’s head was still foggy. It took a while for him to process: “…What heart condition?”

“You didn’t know? You have a hereditary heart condition.”

Xu Zhimian turned deathly pale. He blinked slowly. “…What… Did you say?”

“…” Ye Ming was pulled out of the ward by Lu Ze. The room fell into a dead silence. Xu Zhimian finally locked eyes with Fu Shiyan, who was standing by the side.

“You’re awake?”

Fu Shiyan’s eyes were bloodshot, and his gaze was terrifyingly dark—it reminded one of the ominous stillness before a storm, oppressive and cold.

Xu Zhimian blinked. He slowly moved his fingers and tapped them on the back of Fu Shiyan’s hand. He spoke slowly, word by word: “We… are even.”

Today I stood you up, just like you refused to see me three years ago. We are even.

Fu Shiyan froze at the nonsensical words. Seeing Xu Zhimian close his tired eyes, his brow furrowed. The coldness on his face vanished, and he suddenly reached out to grip Xu Zhimian’s hands tightly. “If you’re tired, sleep for a while.”

The production team clearly hadn’t expected this. They paused filming and rushed to the hospital entrance, but were blocked by Lu Ze. “Let him rest for now.”

Jiang Xiaocheng stood far back in the crowd, staring deeply at the ward. Surrounded by the scent of various Alphas, he frowned imperceptibly and turned to leave.

By evening, Xu Zhimian developed a high fever. His scent gland was swollen, and pheromones leaked out unconsciously. The doctor examined the gland and the reproductive cavity. Ye Ming asked worriedly, “How is he, doctor?”

“It’s nothing major. The entry is swollen and he caught a cold in the water, which triggered the low fever,” the doctor said, glancing at Fu Shiyan with a touch of reproach. “You Alphas should be gentler with your Omegas. A low fever from rough sex is a small matter; if you tear the reproductive cavity and cause infertility in the future, that would be a serious problem.”

Ye Ming and Lu Ze wished they could turn invisible.

Fu Shiyan’s expression remained composed. “I understand. Thank you, doctor.”