Transmigrated As The Cannon Fodder Ex-Wife Of A Scumbag Alpha - Chapter 14

“Why is he here?” Meng Ze looked at Su Jiyu, but his words were directed at Zhao Zhiyi. His expression was cold and calm, but his voice carried a sharp, aggressive edge.

If Zhao Zhiyi were a bit more sensitive, he would have noticed that Meng Ze’s current attitude was off. But since he wasn’t an original inhabitant of this world, he lacked that sharp observational skill. Hearing Meng Ze’s question, he answered subconsciously: “Actually, the reason I called you was because of this. Su Jiyu is injured, look…”

Before he could finish, a muffled groan came from Su Jiyu inside. Zhao Zhiyi quickly turned around: “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing.” Su Jiyu propped himself against the wall, forcing a smile. “My leg just hurts a bit from standing too long.”

“I told you not to move around.” Zhao Zhiyi went over to support Su Jiyu, then looked back at Meng Ze.

The man was still standing there, his gaze seemingly even colder.

Zhao Zhiyi: “?”

What is this guy doing? Seeing his beloved injured and he won’t even come over to help? At this point, shouldn’t Meng Ze burst in furiously, push me aside, pick Su Jiyu up in a bridal carry, and shout, ‘If you can’t cure him, I’ll make you all pay with your lives!’?

What does it mean that he’s just standing there, yet his pheromones are crashing inward like overgrown brambles?

Su Jiyu was actually quite heavy, after a short while, Zhao Zhiyi felt tired. He didn’t bother wondering why Meng Ze was spacing out anymore. He helped Su Jiyu into the room and warned: “Don’t move around randomly again, or I’ll take you to the hospital immediately.”

“I understand.” Su Jiyu looked obedient, sitting on the bed and looking up at Zhao Zhiyi. “Zhiyi, does Meng Ze come to see you often?”

Zhao Zhiyi replied instantly: “No, why would he come to see me often? Our relationship is very ordinary. He probably just saw my missed call today.”

He couldn’t let Su Jiyu think there was anything between him and Meng Ze. In the original novel, Su Jiyu was extremely sentimental, the smallest thing could break his heart.

“I see.” Su Jiyu’s eyes curved. “Zhiyi, go ahead and attend to your things.”

When Zhao Zhiyi left the bedroom, Meng Ze had already come inside.

He had taken off his coat, revealing a slightly wrinkled shirt underneath. Normally, Meng Ze wouldn’t step out without a perfectly ironed shirt, it seemed he had rushed over out of worry for Su Jiyu.

“Su Jiyu said he couldn’t get through to you when he called,” Zhao Zhiyi said as he took brown sugar out of the cupboard and headed toward the kitchen. “He had no choice but to ask me for help, so I brought him here… He doesn’t want to go to the hospital because he’s afraid his mother will find out. Can you arrange medical care for him? Never mind the other injuries, but a fracture can’t wait. What if he ends up with a limp… Hmm?”

Meng Ze suddenly grabbed Zhao Zhiyi’s wrist.

Having just come in from the rain, his hand was very cold, almost like a block of ice pressed directly against the artery in Zhao Zhiyi’s wrist, making his eyelashes quiver. “…What’s wrong?”

“You care about Su Jiyu a lot?” Meng Ze asked.

This was a “trap” question. Zhao Zhiyi answered without hesitation: “I only brought him here for your sake. Aren’t you two on very good terms?”

Meng Ze’s grip loosened slightly. Zhao Zhiyi took the opportunity to pull his hand away and went into the kitchen to slice ginger. Meng Ze stood behind him, watching his well-defined fingers grip the black handle of the kitchen knife. They looked as white as fresh snow, with a faint red tint at the knuckles, like a flower blooming in a snowy field.

Meng Ze averted his gaze and said, “Su Jiyu asked you to save him? Said he was dying?”

“Yes.” Zhao Zhiyi nodded, turning on the gas stove to boil water. “I found him in an attic room. I really thought he was dead, covered in blood, not making a sound. When I took him downstairs, I even heard his parents arguing. The things they said were quite awful…”

“You don’t need to care if he lives or dies,” Meng Ze suddenly interrupted, his tone chilling. “Even if you hadn’t gone for him, he wouldn’t have died.”

Zhao Zhiyi froze, then said: “But he really…”

“Is pitiable?” Meng Ze looked down at him through narrowed eyes. “He doesn’t deserve pity.”

Zhao Zhiyi: “…”

Although the ‘going crazy’ scenes from the original novel haven’t happened, it seems these two had a fight and a big one at that, if it’s making Meng Ze say such spiteful things.

“The people you meet in a lifetime are limited,” Zhao Zhiyi said earnestly. “So you should cherish them. Don’t get angry over small things. When you hurt the other person, aren’t you also hurting yourself? I thought since you’re so many years older than me, you’d understand this better.”

Meng Ze: “…You think I’m old?”

Zhao Zhiyi thought to himself that he really missed the point. He sighed. “Anyway, cherish the person in front of you, okay? Don’t wait until you lose them to regret it.”

Meng Ze frowned. “What on earth are you talking about?”

Zhao Zhiyi clicked his tongue. He had advised him to this extent and Meng Ze was still playing dumb. It seemed that when a couple fights, nothing anyone else says helps. He pushed Meng Ze. “Never mind. Go out for a bit, it’s too crowded in here with you.”

Meng Ze was so large that he blocked the space behind Zhao Zhiyi, making it difficult for him even to turn around. “Go check on Su Jiyu. Persuade him to go to the hospital.”

Meng Ze was pushed out of the kitchen door. “You think he’ll listen to me?”

Zhao Zhiyi: “If he won’t listen to you, will he listen to me?” Then, with a shhht sound, he pulled the glass kitchen door shut.

Meng Ze: “.”

He entered the bedroom. Su Jiyu had been lying obediently on the bed, but upon seeing it was Meng Ze, his expression dimmed. He picked up a book from the nightstand and flipped through it.

Meng Ze said: “You didn’t call me.”

Su Jiyu smiled. He propped his chin on his hand and tilted his head to look at Meng Ze. “Even if I called, you wouldn’t come. Why bother?”

“When exactly will this boring game of yours end?”

“Boring?” Su Jiyu looked surprised. “I find it quite interesting.”

Meng Ze warned: “Leave Zhao Zhiyi out of this.”

Su Jiyu didn’t seem to care about his wounds at all. He sat up and stared at Meng Ze. “Those are strange words. Zhiyi and I are friends. He knew I was hurt and came to take me away. Is there a problem with that? Or do you think all my friends should be like you, cold and heartless?”

Meng Ze laughed. “Your… friends? Do you even have such a thing?”

“Maybe I didn’t before,” Su Jiyu hummed. “But I do now.”

“You!”

The smile remained on Su Jiyu’s face, but he used his fingers to forcibly tear open the gauze and poke into his wound. Blood flowed instantly. He leaned back against the pillow, which was filled with the scent of orange blossoms, his voice trembling: “…Zhiyi, my wound seems to have opened up.”

Zhao Zhiyi rushed in and gasped at the sight of the blood. He looked from Meng Ze to Su Jiyu and gave Meng Ze an exasperated glare: “What did I just tell you?”

Meng Ze: “…”

Zhao Zhiyi found the medical kit and went to remove Su Jiyu’s bandage. Su Jiyu rested his chin on Zhao Zhiyi’s shoulder and whispered: “It hurts.”

“…If you know it hurts, then stop fighting!” Zhao Zhiyi said crossly.

Su Jiyu’s fingers, stained with his own blood, slowly rose. His long index finger lightly tapped the inhibitor patch on the back of Zhao Zhiyi’s neck. Then, his finger slid down, leaving a bright, startling red bloodstain on the jade-white skin of the nape. Su Jiyu looked up at Meng Ze, smiling slightly. “We weren’t fighting. We were just having a brief chat.”

Zhao Zhiyi didn’t believe that nonsense for a second. Based on the original novel, there must have been a verbal clash that escalated to physical conflict, which is why Su Jiyu’s wound reopened.

Zhao Zhiyi re-wrapped the gauze and said: “In this condition, you really must go to the hospital.”

“I don’t want to.” Su Jiyu buried his face in the blanket, his voice muffled. “It’s fine. I don’t need to go.”

Zhao Zhiyi had no defense against tears, and even less against acting spoiled. He rubbed his temples and looked at Meng Ze. “You talk to him.”

Meng Ze looked down, a cold sneer on his face. “Persuade him of what? Isn’t it better if he just dies like this?”

Zhao Zhiyi: “.”

Some people are single by choice. If Meng Ze weren’t the author’s “son,” how could he ever find someone as good as Su Jiyu? Su Jiyu is already so miserable, yet he’s still here being sarcastic.

Zhao Zhiyi gave up on persuading them. He brought in the ginger soup and thrust the bowl into Meng Ze’s hand. “You feed it to him.” Then he left.

He figured outsiders shouldn’t interfere with a couple’s business. Leaving them alone for a while would probably lead to a reconciliation. A kiss or a hug usually clears everything up.

Zhao Zhiyi turned on the TV and sipped the spicy brown sugar ginger soup from his own bowl. Suddenly, he heard a heart-wrenching cough from the bedroom: “…Meng Ze, are you trying to murder me?!”

Meng Ze: “Could you be any more dramatic?”

This was followed by a series of thumping sounds. Zhao Zhiyi got worried and raised his voice: “Meng Ze, don’t hit him! Su Jiyu is injured!”

Inside the bedroom, Meng Ze looked at Su Jiyu, who had an elbow pressed against his throat with a fierce look in his eyes. Meng Ze slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. “…I didn’t hit him.”

Su Jiyu whispered soundlessly: “You’re not doing much better yourself… smelling like an Alpha about to go into rut… it’s disgusting.”

Meng Ze replied coldly: “Is it any more honorable for you to release pheromones in my wife’s bedroom?”

Su Jiyu let go and wiped the ginger soup he had coughed up from his lips. “I’m bleeding. It’s not something I can control.”

Meng Ze said sternly: “You’d better.”

“What?” Su Jiyu tilted his head. “Are you going to warn me to stay away from Zhao Zhiyi? You’re so strange. He was forced upon you by Yu Shu’en. Instead of getting rid of him, you’re here threatening me? Or have you forgotten that actually, you and I are the same…”

“…And you lied to me!” Zhao Zhiyi suddenly pushed the door open. “I knew something was wrong in here. You two really were fight, cough cough cough!”

Zhao Zhiyi was pushed back two steps by the aggressive pheromones of the two Alphas in the room, his eyes turning red.

“Zhiyi.” Su Jiyu immediately scrambled off the bed and threw his arms around Zhao Zhiyi’s waist. “Don’t hand me over to Meng Ze, he’ll beat me!”

Zhao Zhiyi hesitantly patted Su Jiyu’s trembling body, feeling somewhat speechless. You’re taller than me. If Meng Ze really wanted to do something, do you really think I could protect you?

“Meng Ze, you…” Before Zhao Zhiyi could finish, his arm was grabbed. He felt the world spin, and then with a thump, he crashed into someone’s hard chest. At the same time, a hand pressed against the fragile gland on the back of his neck. Zhao Zhiyi trembled all over, looking up in terror: “Meng Ze?!”

Is this madman going to crush my gland just because Su Jiyu hugged me?!

Meng Ze’s voice was very low, whispered almost directly into Zhao Zhiyi’s ear:

“This place… is stained.”

“Wh-what? Mm!” Zhao Zhiyi’s eyes suddenly widened.

Because Meng Ze had licked that soft, tiny gland.