After a Real Person Plays the Protagonist of an Anguish Novel [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 29

Chapter 29: Housewife 29

The temperature in the instrument room continued to rise, the heat radiating from the two people warming the very air around them.

Shen Shuowen’s hand rested on Tang Yiqing’s waist, the blue veins on the back of his hand strained and taut. He leaned down, placing comforting kisses on the back of Tang’s neck, his lips and tongue working as if to soften the sensitive gland there.

Tang Yiqing’s body trembled uncontrollably. Suddenly, his muscles surged with tension before instantly going limp. The red wine-scented pheromones flowed through his entire body like a warm current, dulling the sharp edge of desire, but it was immediately replaced by a gnawing sense of emptiness that washed over him.

Shen Shuowen licked over the circle of teeth marks, then lifted his head. His tongue flicked over his canines; that urgent, itchy addiction finally subsided significantly.

He looked at Tang Yiqing on the table and flipped him over. “Do you want it, Yiqing?”

Tang Yiqing’s eyes were brimming with moisture. He reached out, trying to grab the man before him, making urgent sounds from the back of his throat. “I want it… give it to me quickly…”

Shen Shuowen’s large hand caught his helplessly reaching hand, his palm slick with sweat. He slid his fingers into the gaps between Tang Yiqing’s fingers, their hands interlocking.

Tang Yiqing seemed as if he were made of water; before anything had even happened, he was already prepared everywhere. Shen Shuowen endured with careful restraint as he pressed down on Tang Yiqing’s suddenly shivering body…

At this point, Shen Shuowen also began to lose clarity, his mind drifting. This was supposedly his first time, so why did this feeling feel so familiar…?

Images flashed through his mind, and he felt as if he were entering another dimension—a dark space… a scorching body, just as hot as the one he held now.

It was like a clipped memory. When he had woken up in a white hospital room, three days had already passed… His head had throbbed with a splitting pain as if he had lost something, yet he couldn’t remember what it was no matter how hard he tried.

The only thing he remembered was the scent of daisies that seemed to linger at his nose when he woke. Just as he was beginning to lose the ability to describe that fragrance, his brother’s wife had entered the family, and that daisy scent had reawakened his sense of smell.

Exactly like now, as he was enveloped in the scent of daisies.

Shen Shuowen’s head began to ache—just as it did every time he tried to remember what happened that day.

He took a sharp, deep breath and pulled Tang Yiqing up. The instrument room was filled with their intertwined breath, almost to the point of excess, trapping their released pheromones within this single space.

Originally, these instruments were cold, but now they were warmed by body heat and covered in moisture.

He carried Tang Yiqing into the rest pod. There were soft mats there, which would be more comfortable. The entire pod was shaped like a giant capsule, and pheromones immediately filled the chamber.

Shen Shuowen used his phone to control the room, turning off the lights in the instrument room and dimming the pod’s lights to the lowest setting. The dim light allowed them to barely see each other’s silhouettes, creating an extremely comfortable atmosphere.

Tang Yiqing’s arm lay across his eyes. He was surrounded by the scent of red wine…

Suddenly, Tang Yiqing seemed to remember something, a sense of fear jolting him awake. Currently, he felt as if he were in a small boat, rising and falling with the violent wind and waves.

Memories he was unwilling to recall began to surface in his mind again. His body burning hot, hiding in a dark private room, and then being drawn in by an alluring Alpha pheromone… everything had spiraled out of control.

The current situation seemed to pull him back to the past. His heart beat faster and faster. That red wine scent from his memory…

But Shen Mingzheng’s pheromone was cedar… Had he remembered it wrong? Was it not red wine, but cedar…?

Tang Yiqing felt too overwhelmed. He moved his arm away from his eyes. He wanted Shen Shuowen to hold him, wanted to seek refuge in his embrace.

That private room back then had no lights; there was only a moon-shaped piece of transparent glass on the door that let in a sliver of dim light. He couldn’t see the other person’s face clearly, seeing only a dark patch on his waist in the blur.

Tang Yiqing reached out to Shen Shuowen. The lighting here was also dim, just like that night in the private room, and then… he saw that dark patch on Shen Shuowen’s waist.

It was a birthmark shaped like a butterfly wing—a very unique and beautiful shape. Memory and reality overlapped…

Tang Yiqing felt dazed. Perhaps his memories were disordered; he suddenly doubted the truth of his own recollections.

At that moment, Shen Shuowen gripped his hand firmly and pulled him into his arms.

Early the next morning, Lin Ruizhi arrived at the door of the instrument room. She was there for her monthly physical examination, but she found that she couldn’t open the door.

She began to knock. “Who is in there?”

Suddenly, she paused. She sensed something was wrong. When they designed the instrument room, they had specifically reinforced the soundproofing and isolation. Yet right now, she could actually smell faint, lingering traces of pheromones.

It was like two pheromones entangled together—very, very faint, but she still caught it. If one were to use a human nose to smell, perhaps only she and Shen Zeqi in the Shen family could have detected it.

This scent lingered in the cracks of the door; even if it was weak, it was enough to prove that the pheromones inside were so concentrated they were leaking out.

Lin Ruizhi’s hand on the handle trembled, and her face turned pale. Just then, she received a text message from Shen Shuowen.

“Mother, do not open this door.”

Lin Ruizhi’s phone dropped to the floor.

In the darkness, Shen Shuowen and Tang Yiqing spent three days together. They had reached every corner of the instrument room.

Shen Shuowen looked at Tang Yiqing in the dim light. Tang’s face wasn’t even as large as his palm. He gripped Tang’s jaw and turned his face to the side.

He still couldn’t remember all of that night; his memory was chaotic, shattered into countless fragments that he needed to piece together bit by bit.

The only thing that had become clear was that daisy scent, and a blurred side profile. Now, that side profile from his memory overlapped perfectly with Tang Yiqing’s face…

Was it really Tang Yiqing…?

Tang Yiqing’s heat had subsided, and the daisy scent he emitted had faded slightly. His face, which had been flushed red, returned to its original color.

Shen Shuowen had cleared his head a bit earlier. This time, there were no suppressants; he had truly spent the heat period with the Omega he loved, so he felt incredibly relaxed and refreshed.

Since waking up, his eyes hadn’t left Tang Yiqing for a second, tilting his chin this way and that to examine him meticulously.

At this time, Tang Yiqing also woke up. His eyelashes fluttered as he opened his misty eyes. Seeing Shen Shuowen, he blinked once before reacting.

As if wanting to escape, he turned over to avoid looking at him, but as soon as he moved, a wave of soreness hit him, causing his brows to furrow.

Shen Shuowen wrapped his arm around Tang’s waist, powerfully pulling him into his chest. He leaned down to press a kiss on Tang Yiqing’s forehead, followed by his brow, eyelids, the tip of his nose, and then his lips—kissing him over and over until Tang Yiqing’s face and body were flushed pink.

Tang Yiqing’s hand pressed weakly against his chest. His lips and tongue were numbed and trembling from the suction. He had been kissed into a state of desensitization, unable to even think about being shy.

“Don’t… no more…” Tang Yiqing protested weakly, bullied until the corners of his eyes were red and filled with crystalline tears, looking at the man timidly.

No Alpha could resist Tang Yiqing like this. Shen Shuowen kissed his eyes again before finally pulling away, watching him quietly.

Being stared at like that, the temperature on Tang Yiqing’s face never dropped. He raised his arm to cover his eyes, feeling a sense of lingering fear. “What… what do we do now…?”

Shen Shuowen grabbed the hand covering his eyes, his deep gaze fixed on him. “Leave it to me.”

“Do you want to leave this place with me?”

Tang Yiqing looked at him, his nose feeling a bit stingy, and then he nodded. “Yes.”

Shen Shuowen wrapped Tang Yiqing in a blanket again, not letting a single strand of hair show from head to toe, and gathered him into his arms.

Tang Yiqing curled up inside the blanket. He couldn’t see the situation outside and was extremely nervous.

It was late at night, and there was no sound outside. He heard the door open, but Shen Shuowen stopped.

The hallway lights were on. Standing outside the door was a stern, cold-faced Lin Ruizhi. She stared intensely at Shen Shuowen, her gaze icy and sharp.

Slowly, she shifted her gaze to the blanket in his arms. “This is Tang Yiqing, isn’t it?”

Lin Ruizhi reached out to pull it back, but Shen Shuowen dodged. Immediately, with a slap, she struck Shen Shuowen across the face.

“Absurd!” Lin Ruizhi barked, tears welling in her eyes. Her whole body was shaking, her finger trembling as she pointed at him. “How… how could you do such a thing!”

Tang Yiqing flinched inside the blanket. Shen Shuowen’s hand supporting his leg gave a reassuring squeeze before he retreated back into the room. He placed Tang Yiqing on a chair and stroked his shoulder. Tang Yiqing wanted to be a turtle and hide away, completely unwilling to face Lin Ruizhi.

Shen Shuowen leaned down and kissed the exposed tips of his hair. “Wait for me here. I’ll be back soon.”

Seeing this scene, Lin Ruizhi’s eyes turned bloodshot. She truly couldn’t imagine that the eldest son she had always trusted most, the one she thought could never make a mistake, had actually done this.

Even after being caught, he showed no remorse, even performing such intimate acts with Tang Yiqing right before her eyes. It completely overturned her perception of her eldest son. He was usually cold, steady, and reliable…

Lin Ruizhi felt disbelief. She saw Shen Shuowen come out and spare her a flat glance, a complete departure from the gentle manner he had just shown.

Shen Shuowen walked out of the instrument room, reached back for the key, and locked the door—whether because he feared someone would intrude or feared Tang Yiqing would run out, he locked it nonetheless.

“Mother, let’s talk,” Shen Shuowen said.

Lin Ruizhi froze. She pointed at him in a “disappointment is not strong enough” manner. “What is there left to talk about! Does doing this make you worthy of your brother Mingzheng? Are you worthy of the Shen family?”

Shen Shuowen didn’t answer but brought up another matter. “Mother, four years ago when my rut exploded at the bar and my pheromones went out of control, were you hiding something?”

Actually, he had forgotten the specifics. He rarely went to places like bars, but he had to discuss an important partnership. When the talk was mostly finished, the other party suggested a change of venue and they went to a bar.

He intended to have one drink and leave, but after that single glass, he felt unwell. By the time he realized it, it was too late—the rut had arrived without warning.

He left the original room and, in his haze, must have entered an empty one…

His memories only went that far and were very blurred until those three days in the instrument room, where memories began to flash like fragments.

An Omega in heat had stumbled in… he remembered that alluring daisy scent, and he vaguely saw a side profile hidden in the dim glow…

If these memories were real, he was certain: that person was Tang Yiqing.

Lin Ruizhi’s face froze, her gaze wavering for an instant, but she immediately looked back at Shen Shuowen and said forcefully, “Why are you suddenly asking this!”

Shen Shuowen caught that trace of unnaturalness in her expression. He was now certain his mother was hiding something.

“I guess you and Father must have been afraid I would go looking for that Omega. Because you believed that, with my character, I would definitely take responsibility. If the other party was willing, I would definitely have married that Omega into the family. Is that right?” Shen Shuowen asked.

Lin Ruizhi’s hand suddenly clenched. He had hit the mark. She and his father had indeed thought that way. When the Shen family found Shen Shuowen, he was covered in a heavy Omega scent.

After bringing him to the car, he had suddenly woken up, searching for his Omega like a madman, until the doctor injected him with a large dose of sedatives and suppressants.

Perhaps due to the overdose, Shen Shuowen remembered nothing of that night when he woke. They also intentionally hid the truth and never spoke of that night again.

What kind of good Omega could be found in a place like a bar? Shen Shuowen was the eldest son of the Shen family; if he was to marry, it had to be an Omega from a clean, high-status family.

In fact, over these four years, Shen Shuowen had asked her more than once if something else had happened that night. He said he always dreamed of an Omega crying in his ear.

Every time he asked, she would tell him firmly that no Omega had appeared that night. Gradually, he stopped asking.

One day later on, she asked if he still had that dream, and he said no.

She thought the matter was completely over, but she hadn’t expected him to ask again now. Lin Ruizhi frowned. “What did you remember?”

Shen Shuowen nodded. “I remembered.”

Lin Ruizhi had already guessed, but her face showed no expression. She only said calmly, “It doesn’t matter whether you remember or not. It’s been four years. Even if you went looking, you wouldn’t find that Omega. Besides, the person might not want you to take responsibility; otherwise, why didn’t anyone come looking? Furthermore, so what if you remember? Does it have anything to do with the absurd thing you’re doing now? You…”

“That person was Tang Yiqing,” Shen Shuowen said.

Lin Ruizhi’s lips were still parted, but her next words came to a jarring halt. Her pupils dilated as she looked at him. “What did you say?”

“That person was Tang Yiqing. Shen Shanyu is very likely my son, Mother,” Shen Shuowen said.

Lin Ruizhi completely froze, her lips trembling as she began to mutter to herself, “How is that possible… how could that be…”

“Mother, you and Father were tragically wrong.”

Shen Shuowen returned to the instrument room door and opened it. Inside, Tang Yiqing hadn’t had the courage to peek out of the blanket. He had his ears pricked for the movement outside, and his heart leaped when he heard the door open, causing him to curl his body up.

In the next second, he was picked up horizontally. “Yiqing, we’re leaving.”

Tang Yiqing felt at ease, allowing Shen Shuowen to carry him. “Mother… what did she say…?”

“It’s fine…” Shen Shuowen said softly. “She will forgive us.”

Tang Yiqing let out a long sigh inside the blanket. He could see nothing, total darkness before his eyes, but he didn’t feel any unease. He bit his lip and called him softly, “Shuowen.”

Shen Shuowen’s steps paused as a tingling sensation surged up his spine. “Hmm.”

Tang Yiqing’s face felt hot inside the blanket. The corners of his mouth curved up; if they were face-to-face… he probably wouldn’t have been brave enough to call him that.

When cold wind entered the blanket, Tang Yiqing knew they were outside. He suddenly gripped a corner of the blanket. “Shuowen, Zhou Mo should still be upstairs. I want him to come with us.”

“Okay, I’ll go bring him down,” Shen Shuowen said.

Tang Yiqing was placed in the passenger seat. He buckled the seatbelt for him before finally pulling the blanket back so Tang Yiqing’s head could peek out.

Tang Yiqing’s face was red, and he looked at the man with a touch of bashfulness, like a newly married young wife.

Shen Shuowen kissed him on the cheek. “Wait for me.”

Tang Yiqing nodded, then watched Shen Shuowen return to the villa. His heart was beating very fast, apprehensive and nervous, yet also filled with a sense of excitement. Leaving the Shen family felt like escaping a cage.

A moment later, Shen Shuowen came out carrying the child. Just as he was about to put the child in the back seat, Tang Yiqing said excitedly, “Bring him over let me see.”

Shen Shuowen opened the passenger door and brought the child to him. Currently, Tang Yiqing was wrapped in the blanket like a giant chrysalis. He looked at Zhou Mo’s cute sleeping face, leaned over to kiss his cheek, and then looked at Shen Shuowen. “All set.”

Shen Shuowen stayed still for a moment, then leaned down closer to Tang Yiqing. Tang Yiqing looked at him, not knowing what he wanted. Shen Shuowen pursed his lips and then placed Zhou Mo in the back seat.

He opened the driver’s door and sat in. The car began to slowly drive out of the Shen family villa.

It was late at night, with no one on the road. The inside of the car was quiet and serene, lingering with a faint scent of daisies and the reliable scent of red wine. The child slept soundly in the back, the milky scent of a child blending in.

The car moved very slowly. After a while, Shen Shuowen suddenly pulled over to the side of the road. Tang Yiqing looked at him in confusion, only to be pulled over by Shen Shuowen, who kissed him once on the cheek and once on the lips before appearing satisfied.

A smile appeared on Shen Shuowen’s face as the car began to drive smoothly once more.

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