The Beautiful Cannon Fodder Becomes The Heartthrob of the Dating Show - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: My Wife is Named Xu Jingchu.

In an instant, Zhang Yihui felt as if the air around him had turned into the crushing pressure of the deep sea. It invisibly squeezed in, not only bending his spine but making it pathetically difficult to breathe. The other man’s contemptuous gaze made his inner inferiority complex nowhere to hide, and that superior, tall stature of a top-tier Alpha made the Beta Zhang Yihui—who was quite scrawny—insanely jealous.

Zhang Yihui panted heavily, his bloodshot eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. He brandished his fist in a fit of humiliated rage: “Don’t you get cocky!”

Huo Yan suddenly let out a muffled groan, his footsteps staggering slightly.

From Xu Jingchu’s perspective, it looked like Zhang Yihui had shoved him.

“How can you lay a hand on someone?” Xu Jingchu supported the man’s arm from behind, first questioning Zhang Yihui, and then asking the man—who was leaning almost half his weight against him—with concern, “Are you alright?”

Huo Yan’s face was somewhat pale. This rut had come out of nowhere and was fierce; he hadn’t had time to make any preparations at all. Suddenly, a warm, soft hand pressed against his forehead. A faint, lingering scent of narcissus, like a cunning fox, took the opportunity to wind around his nerves.

An Alpha’s instinct made Huo Yan subconsciously want to lean closer, but upon seeing the undisguised concern in the boy’s clear eyes, he snapped back to clarity.

He took a half-step back to create distance, steadying his breath: “I’m fine, don’t worry.”

Xu Jingchu gazed at his face. “Your forehead is very hot; it seems like you have a fever.”

“Maybe I didn’t sleep well last night,” Huo Yan pressed his temples, his gentle voice carrying a hint of hoarseness. “Can you take me to the restroom? I want to wash my face.”

Cold water would likely help him stay conscious and calm; it had always worked in the past.

It wasn’t until Xu Jingchu led Huo Yan toward the restroom that Zhang Yihui finally snapped out of his shock and anger.

He rushed forward and rudely grabbed Xu Jingchu, shouting in extreme agitation: “I didn’t push him! He’s faking it!”

Caught off guard, Xu Jingchu lost his balance from the yank, and his waist hit the corner of a nearby table.

Xu Jingchu held back the pained groan that nearly escaped his throat, his exquisite face showing a trace of annoyance. “Student Zhang, please do not pull and tug indoors; it’s easy to hurt the other children.”

Zhang Yihui acted as if he hadn’t heard a word, pointing angrily at Huo Yan. “I didn’t push him! He’s a liar, he’s tricking you!”

Just as Xu Jingchu was about to speak, the man beside him suddenly gripped his hand tightly. Turning his head, he saw the man’s face was even paler than before. In that moment, he couldn’t care less about Zhang Yihui. “Your face is so pale, are you really okay?”

Huo Yan was not okay.

He felt as if every cell in his body was burning with a scorching heat. He felt an unbearable emptiness, a desperate need to grasp onto something, and his breathing unconsciously grew heavy.

“Did you hear what I said?”

The fragrance of narcissus suddenly drifted into his nostrils, and the boy’s beautiful face magnified before his eyes.

Huo Yan’s mind went blank for a split second, and suddenly, he knew exactly what he wanted to grasp.

“Huo Yan,” he said.

Xu Jingchu didn’t react immediately. “What?”

Huo Yan’s deep eyes gazed at him, pronouncing each word clearly: “My name is Huo Yan. 28 years old. Single.”

Xu Jingchu froze, realizing belatedly that the two of them hadn’t introduced themselves yet.

His ears grew inexplicably hot. “My name is Xu Jingchu.” He paused, and in the spirit of reciprocating the gesture, added: “19 years old. Single.”

Zhang Yihui stood there, watching helplessly as the two of them, having finished their self-introductions, walked into the corner restroom while supporting each other in an intimate posture.

He violently crumpled the drawing paper on the nearby easel into a ball.

“Slut!”

Inside the Restroom.

“Hua-la-la—” Water rushed cheerfully from the faucet.

The Alpha’s tall figure crowded in front of the sink, making the already small space feel even more cramped.

Xu Jingchu stood just inside the doorway, giving him a perfect 360-degree view of that handsome face—the one seemingly hand-sculpted by the Goddess Nüwa—in the mirror.

Xu Jingchu was a bit of a “visualist”; he thought his own face looked quite good, though it appeared a bit soft and lacked “attack power.” The man was different; he was gentle and steady, yet carried a faint sense of sharpness—it was exactly the “abstinent” type of face he really liked.

“Pata—pata—” Crystal-clear water droplets fell from the man’s tensed jaw onto the sink. Xu Jingchu blinked softly and asked:

“Are you unhappy again?”