The Aloof Beta Transmigrated as the Pretty Wife [Transmigration] - Chapter 17

It wasn’t until Su Ren actually experienced a heat cycle that he realized just how agonizing it was for Omegas.

For instance, his legs were so weak he could barely stand straight, and he felt a desperate, visceral need for someone to hold him and wrap their arms around him.

For another, his hands were so limp he couldn’t even lift heavy objects, even if that “heavy object” was just an 800ml bottle of milk.

Su Ren let out a cold sneer and closed his eyes. His expression was frosty as a wave of irritation rose within him.

In response to Song Di’s grating suggestion to “just call Xie Chouqiu over,” Su Ren grabbed a nearby mop to use as a makeshift cane. With a blank face, he finished washing up, pointedly ignored that eyesore of a milk carton, and coldly hailed a ride. Silently leaning against the wall for support, he stepped out of the door in his weakened state.

Even if heat had arrived, life had to go on. Even if the students in this world were just a bunch of NPC tools, Su Ren couldn’t bring himself to ignore his own class schedule.

The faculty housing was very close to the school. The car ride lasted only a few minutes before pulling up at the entrance of the teaching building.

Su Ren stepped out of the car, feeling drained of energy. As luck would have it, he ran into two of the graduate students he supervised. They peppered him with several questions along the way, and after forcing himself to answer them, Su Ren wanted nothing more than to make a quick escape. That was when he bumped into Fang Zhen and Wang Qinglai.

Wang Qinglai called out, “Hey! Professor Su! Professor Su is over here!”

Fang Zhen added, “Great, we were just about to go looking for you!”

Su Ren frowned, instinctively putting some distance between himself and the two Alphas. “Looking for me?”

Fang Zhen, completely oblivious, nodded eagerly. “Right, right! We’ve started an independent business! We wanted to invite you to our small company’s ribbon-cutting ceremony the day after tomorrow. Will you come?”

Su Ren blinked warily and didn’t agree immediately. In the real world, Su Ren had indeed heard of their project, but in this “Second World,” the names of these two didn’t even appear in the script of Su Ren is a Dainty Little O. Furthermore, Su Ren was certain that in the text of the seventh chapter, there was never any mention of an “independent business” project.

In a daze, he naturally connected this to the three missions he had deliberately skipped through his “special operations.” He wondered if the plot had veered off course and shifted because of that.

“At 11:00 AM, we’d like you to cut the ribbon and then we’ll treat you to a big meal! It’s perfect, our Boss Wei specifically asked to see you!”

Su Ren’s dark eyes narrowed. He lowered his gaze and asked, “See me?”

Wang Qinglai laughed and said, “Yeah, who doesn’t know you’re the heartthrob of Beijing Foreign Studies University? Haha, Boss Wei seems to be a huge fan of yours.”

For some reason, as the students spoke, Su Ren felt a cold chill of intuition crawl up his spine. This plot felt as if it had been deliberately tampered with by an outsider.

Su Ren looked down, thought for a moment, and quickly gave a non-committal answer. “I’ll look at my schedule later.”

Just as Su Ren was bracing himself to head into the building, a bag of steaming hot soup dumplings and a cup of soy milk were suddenly thrust in front of him.

“There, I finally caught a gap in your conversation with your students,” a very gentle male voice said. “I originally planned to bring this to your office, but I didn’t expect to run into you at the entrance.”

Su Ren froze for a moment. He turned around and, as expected, saw Qi Chen.

In the real world, Qi Chen often brought him breakfast.

However, over the past two weeks, Qi Chen had behaved himself much more after unexpectedly finding out Su Ren had a boyfriend. He had stopped his advances. But in the last three days, after Qi Chen learned that Su Ren’s “husband” was actually Xie Chouqiu, he had become diligent once again. He seemed to have the mindset that if even someone like Xie Chouqiu was acceptable, why wouldn’t he be?

Su Ren opened his mouth, then closed it.

That elegant, aloof face was beautiful even in its weakness. Under the touch of the sun, his thin eyelids were so translucent that one could see the faint trace of capillaries.

An incredibly light scent of Angelica root drifted from his fair neck, a fragrance so lovely it could soften anyone’s heart.

“Mentor, take it. Today they’re beef dumplings, aren’t they your favorite?”

Su Ren used to accept Qi Chen’s kindness because when Qi Chen first joined their department, Su Ren had acted as a semi-mentor to him and helped him out quite a bit. Qi Chen’s initial reason for buying breakfast was indeed in the name of “gratitude.”

It was only after Su Ren entered this Second World and got tangled up with Xie Chouqiu that he belatedly realized Qi Chen actually had feelings for him.

Over these past three days, every time Su Ren arrived at his office and saw the hot breakfast on his desk, he felt a bit guilty.

Su Ren looked down, weighed his options, and finally took the dumplings from Qi Chen’s hand. “Don’t do this anymore in the future.”

Qi Chen nodded and asked softly, “Is it because of your husband?”

Su Ren was quick to deny it. “No, it has nothing to do with him.”

Su Ren endured his physical discomfort, preparing to make a quick exit.

Right at that moment, a large hand reached out from behind him, grabbed the plastic bag of dumplings, and yanked it away!

In a flash, the soy milk was snatched away too.

Su Ren and Qi Chen turned around in shock, only to see Xie Chouqiu holding the dumplings. He had already flipped open the lid of the soy milk and taken a massive gulp.

***

Hot…

Hot, hot, hot, hot!

With his face flushed a deep crimson, Xie Chouqiu instinctively turned around, seemingly wanting to spit it out toward the tree by the entrance. However, before he could get there, he had already sprayed it all over Qi Chen.

Su Ren: ?

Qi Chen: …

In broad daylight, under the gaze of a hundred onlookers, everyone stood there dumbfounded.

Meanwhile, the tall and handsome Mr. Xie elegantly wiped his mouth. He unhurriedly put the lid back on the soy milk and stood under the ginkgo tree like a refined gentleman. Looking at the disheveled Qi Chen, he said with an air of immense apology:

“Oh dear, Professor Cao, I am truly so sorry.”

It’s hot enough to kill a dog!