Transmigrated As The Cannon Fodder Ex-Wife Of A Scumbag Alpha - Chapter 15

Zhao Zhiyi found it difficult to describe exactly how it felt.

Although modern suppressant patches were made thin for comfort and breathability, they still felt like a layer of cloth blocking the gland. Thus, the first thing Zhao Zhiyi sensed wasn’t the texture of a tongue, but the heat.

…How could a human tongue be so hot?

It felt like a fire had been lit, burning from the back of his neck all the way to his heart. Someone in his brain seemed to be screaming at him to run immediately, but in reality, Zhao Zhiyi was frozen stiff, unable to move a muscle.

It was the instinctual fear carved into DNA when an animal is targeted by a predator far more powerful than itself.

Was Meng Ze… going to bite off his gland?

Zhao Zhiyi unconsciously gripped the clothes on Meng Ze’s back. Meng Ze suddenly snapped back to his senses, turned his head, and wiped away the eyesore of blood from the scratch on Zhao Zhiyi’s nape with his finger.

Something seemed to be restless in his heart, a craving to leave his own teeth marks on that wound, perhaps even cover it with his own blood, much like an animal marking its territory.

Meng Ze took a deep breath and let go of Zhao Zhiyi. “Did I scare you? There was blood on your neck.”

Zhao Zhiyi covered his neck and retreated two steps, his heart still drumming wildly.

Was it just his imagination? Perhaps Meng Ze hadn’t actually… kissed his gland, but had simply seen the blood and wanted to help?

It had been such a fleeting moment, so brief that Zhao Zhiyi couldn’t tell if it was real, especially since Meng Ze was currently acting so calm and composed. He didn’t look like a sexual harassing bastard at all.

“I might have accidentally gotten Su Jiyu’s blood on me.” The room was too quiet. Zhao Zhiyi felt he had to say something. “I’ll go wash up.”

Meng Ze: “Should I help you?”

“…Don’t follow me!” Zhao Zhiyi shouted.

Meng Ze seemed slightly confused: “Why so sudden?”

Seeing him like this made the previous scene feel even more like a hallucination. Zhao Zhiyi bit his lip and said, “I can do it myself.”

He hurriedly ducked into the bathroom to splash cold water on his face. Back in the room, Su Jiyu tilted his head, watching Meng Ze. “You scared him.”

Meng Ze replied coldly, “What does that have to do with you?”

“He’s my friend, after all,” Su Jiyu said leisurely. “I say, didn’t you take any suppressants before coming here? You’re like a gas bomb right now. It smells terrible.”

Alphas have an instinctive repulsion toward the pheromones of their own kind. This was the primary reason Alpha-Alpha couples were as rare as phoenix feathers.

“Is that so?” Meng Ze curled his lip. “As long as you get lost right now, you won’t have to smell it anymore.”

“I don’t want to.” Su Jiyu leaned back, sprawling out his limbs. “I’m seriously injured. If you forcibly throw me out, it’s murder. Zhiyi wouldn’t allow it.”

“By the way,” Su Jiyu remembered something. Not acting like an injured person at all, he sat up nimbly and stared at Meng Ze. “Don’t even think about telling He Linrong where I am. Otherwise, Zhao Zhiyi will never have a day of peace. You know He Linrong’s temper, right?”

Meng Ze endured it, then couldn’t anymore. He grabbed Su Jiyu by the shoulder to drag him out. Su Jiyu didn’t resist; he let himself be dragged while shouting at the top of his lungs: “Zhiyi!”

“Shut up.”

“No.”

“You want me to help you cut your tongue off?”

“Zhiyi! Meng Ze said he’s going to cut my tongue off!”

Zhao Zhiyi emerged from the bathroom and saw the scene. The veins on his forehead throbbed.

The original novel’s description of these two was spot on their relationship was pure chaos, completely disregarding everyone else’s well-being. The pheromones of two Alphas in the room were clashing, like savage beasts fighting. Zhao Zhiyi was inevitably affected, his head felt heavy and dizzy. He couldn’t be bothered with these two lunatics. Waving his hand, he said, “I don’t care what you do. Even if you want to stab each other to death, please go outside to do it. Thank you.”

“Aren’t you leaving yet?” Su Jiyu looked up at Meng Ze.

Meng Ze: “Shouldn’t the person leaving be you?”

Su Jiyu moved his foot, his voice sounding aggrieved and pitiful: “But my leg is broken. I can’t walk.”

Five minutes later, Su Jiyu sat at one end of the table and Meng Ze at the other. Zhao Zhiyi placed a plate of fruit between them. “If you two argue again, I don’t care if you can’t leave because of the rain or a leg injury, you’re both going out.”

Su Jiyu looked worried: “Zhiyi, are you angry?”

Zhao Zhiyi wasn’t exactly angry, but his pheromones felt disordered again.

“Drink the ginger soup.” Zhao Zhiyi placed a bowl of ginger soup in front of each of them. “I have something to do.”

He hurried back to his room and swapped his old suppressant patch for a new one before finally letting out a long sigh of relief.

Was the influence of a temporary mark really this strong? Even after all this time, he could still easily fall into pheromone disorder because of Meng Ze…

Zhao Zhiyi’s fingers slowly stroked the back of his neck. That had to be a hallucination. No matter how crazy Meng Ze was, there was no way he would kiss his gland in front of Su Jiyu. It was definitely a hallucination caused by the disorder!

Zhao Zhiyi tidied himself up in front of the mirror. When he opened the door, he saw both of them had finished their ginger soup. They were sitting in their chairs, staring at each other in silence. It looked eerie. The moment Zhao Zhiyi appeared, the sword-drawn atmosphere shattered like a mirror. Su Jiyu said softly, “Zhiyi, your face looks a bit pale. Did you catch a cold too?”

“Maybe.”

Su Jiyu reached out and touched Zhao Zhiyi’s forehead. Zhao Zhiyi’s eyes widened: “You…”

“It is a bit hot.” Su Jiyu frowned. “You need to take some medicine.”

“No need.” Zhao Zhiyi was used to living a rough life. “A cold is the same thing, take medicine and it lasts seven days, don’t take it and it lasts a week. Besides, I already drank the ginger soup.” He paused and added, “If you aren’t going with Meng Ze, where else can you go?”

Su Jiyu pinched the hem of his clothes. “I don’t know.” He gave a bitter smile. “I have nowhere to go.”

Then he looked up tentatively: “Can I…”

“I’ll take you to a hotel.” Meng Ze crossed his arms and interrupted him, his gaze icy. “I’ll check you in using someone else’s ID and swipe my card.”

Su Jiyu’s smile froze on his face like a mask.

To Zhao Zhiyi, however, this looked like a signal of reconciliation. Even though Meng Ze was angry, he was still willing to solve Su Jiyu’s urgent problem. Sure enough, outsiders shouldn’t interfere in a couple’s business.

Winter rainstorms didn’t last long. About half an hour after the rain stopped, Dr. Zheng arrived, looking travel-worn. The “CEO standard” doctor friend who is on call even in the middle of the night was truly reliable.

“…If you had said the injured person was Su Jiyu, there is no way I would have rushed here in the rain.” Zheng Xinyun looked depressed. “Getting injured is a routine for him. Does he even need a doctor? His bandaging technique is probably more skilled than the interns I supervise.”

Zhao Zhiyi said, “His leg is broken. It’s quite serious.”

Zheng Xinyun: “If his leg is broken, he needs an X-ray at the hospital! Meng Ze, do you think my eyes look like X-rays or an MRI?”

Meng Ze: “Why do you talk so much nonsense?”

“…Fine, I’ll take a look.” Zheng Xinyun checked Su Jiyu’s wound and commented, “This bandaging isn’t bad. You didn’t do it yourself, did you? There’s even a bow tied. Quite cute.”

Su Jiyu said softly, “Zhiyi helped me.”

Dr. Zheng gave Zhao Zhiyi a thumbs-up: “Good technique.”

Zhao Zhiyi thought to himself that all those fights in the past weren’t for nothing, as his fighting skills grew, his bandaging skills naturally followed suit.

“As for this ankle…” Zheng Xinyun applied force with an expressionless face. There was a crack. Zheng Xinyun clapped his hands. “It’s not broken. It was just dislocated. What are you pretending for?”

“It was just a dislocation?” Su Jiyu looked surprised. “It hurt so much I was sure it was a fracture.”

Zhao Zhiyi frowned. “Dr. Zheng, he fell from the second floor. A fracture seemed more likely.”

Dr. Zheng started packing his things, waving a hand. “Don’t worry. This guy could jump from the sixth floor and not necessarily break a bone. He’s fine, it’ll be better in a while.”

Zhao Zhiyi breathed a slight sigh of relief. Meng Ze suddenly spoke: “Check him too.”

“Huh?”

Meng Ze: “Check Zhao Zhiyi.”

Zheng Xinyun looked Zhao Zhiyi over for a moment. “He looks fine to me. All in one piece.”

“I called you here because he has a fever,” Meng Ze said.

Zheng Xinyun was furious. “Who wouldn’t get a fever after being out in this cold rain?! Just drink some ginger soup and take some cold medicine. Mr. Meng, did you call me here to boil ginger soup!?”

Meng Ze: “Is this the same attitude you have every month when money is transferred from my account?”

“You’re lucky you still have money.” Zheng Xinyun clicked his tongue and gestured to Zhao Zhiyi. “Come here, let’s take your temperature.”

Unlike the two who didn’t listen to doctors, Zhao Zhiyi obediently went over. Zheng Xinyun frowned. “39.8°C… that’s quite high. Didn’t you feel it?”

“Oh? I thought it was…”

“Thought it was what?”

Zhao Zhiyi was too embarrassed to say “pheromone disorder.” He looked away. “Do I need medicine?”

“An injection would be faster.” Zheng Xinyun searched his bag for a fever reducing shot. Zhao Zhiyi backed up two steps. “Medicine is fine, really!”

Zheng Xinyun looked at him suspiciously. “I didn’t bring any cold medicine. Isn’t a shot faster? Unless you…”

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you afraid of needles?”

“How is that possible!” Zhao Zhiyi protested loudly. “How could I be afraid.”

He pressed his lips together. “Anyway, I’m not getting a shot.”

Zheng Xinyun looked at Meng Ze. “Your wife says no needles. What now?”

Meng Ze looked down at the pale Zhao Zhiyi. Zhao Zhiyi raised his eyelashes. “You don’t have to persuade me, I…”

“I wasn’t going to.” Meng Ze pressed his shoulder. “If you don’t want a shot, fine. Go change your clothes. I’ll take you to the hospital.”

“No need for the trouble,” Zhao Zhiyi said. “I can go myself. Why don’t you take Su Jiyu? He needs someone more.”

Meng Ze didn’t say a word, just stared at him. Zhao Zhiyi suddenly lost his nerve. “…Fine.”

As he went into the bedroom, Zheng Xinyun said, “Actually, I don’t suggest you stay with him right now. The nurse called me saying you pulled out your IV and left the hospital. So you came here? Your situation is more serious than a fever, you know.”

Meng Ze remained expressionless. He pulled a vial from the kit and injected it into himself without flinching. Then he opened another one. Zheng Xinyun: “Hey?”

He then watched as Meng Ze stuck a needle into Su Jiyu’s arm.

“…Oh, never mind.” Zheng Xinyun looked away. “He definitely needed a dose of suppressants too.”

Su Jiyu said with a fake smile, “I didn’t need that.”

“Is that so?” Meng Ze tossed the syringe aside and said coldly, “Then stop staring at other people’s things.”

Before Su Jiyu could respond, the bedroom door opened. Zhao Zhiyi came out wrapped up tightly. Noticing the strange atmosphere in the living room, he asked, “What’s wrong with you guys?”

“Nothing, it’s just that Alphas are really annoying, violent, aggressive, and always unable to control their pheromones.” Dr. Zheng sighed. “Let’s go, let’s go.”

Zhao Zhiyi sat in Meng Ze’s car. He curled up in the passenger seat, finally feeling the dizziness from the fever. Meng Ze called his name, but Zhao Zhiyi didn’t react. Frowning, Meng Ze leaned over to fasten his seatbelt. Zhao Zhiyi suddenly grabbed the back of Meng Ze’s neck and tilted his head. “What does it feel like?”

An Alpha’s gland is smaller and less prominent than an Omega’s. Meng Ze’s body froze. He said in a deep voice, “Zhao Zhiyi, are you delirious from the fever?”

Touching an Alpha’s gland was a massive provocation, even an insulting one.

“Is it?” Zhao Zhiyi’s eyes were half-closed. “Maybe a little… otherwise I wouldn’t have felt like you licked my gland.”

“Why did you lick my gland?” Zhao Zhiyi asked.

There was no answer.

Zhao Zhiyi became a bit impatient. “Forget it. Regardless of why, I’m going to get my revenge.”

He hooked his arm around Meng Ze’s neck, turned his head, and bit down hard on the gland on the back of Meng Ze’s neck.