Transmigrated As The Cannon Fodder Ex-Wife Of A Scumbag Alpha - Chapter 16

Generally speaking, an Alpha’s glands never experience being “bitten” in their entire lives. Omegas also lack the sharp fangs of an Alpha, making it difficult to pierce the skin. Zhao Zhiyi worried at the flesh with his teeth, struggling for a long while without success.

Even though the gland wasn’t pierced, the scent of juniper gin in the air grew denser. If pheromones had a physical form, Zhao Zhiyi would have been wrapped airtight by now. However, his brain, already muddled by a high fever, became even more dazed when stimulated by Meng Ze’s pheromones. Leaning against Meng Ze’s shoulder, he mumbled incoherently, “…Why can’t I bite through it?”

“Because you have no strength.” Meng Ze gripped Zhao Zhiyi’s waist, the veins on the back of his hand bulging. He used nearly all of his self-control to keep from reacting. “It seems you didn’t pay attention in biology class at all, daring to bite an Alpha’s gland.”

“What happens if I bite it?” Zhao Zhiyi asked.

“…You might get beaten until you’re black and blue.”

“Are you going to hit me?”

Meng Ze closed his eyes. “Your head isn’t clear. I’m taking you to the hospital. Now be quiet and don’t…”

His voice cut off abruptly.

Zhao Zhiyi had climbed up his back and, using every ounce of strength in his body, bit down hard on Meng Ze’s gland, piercing the skin. Instantly, the Alpha’s pheromones went wild. If anyone had passed through the underground parking lot at that moment, let alone an Omega, even a regular Alpha might have felt their legs go weak.

It was too violent.

Those rampaging, frenzied pheromones were like spreading brambles, claiming the entire surrounding space as their territory, chillingly sharp and arrogant.

Meng Ze’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he held the back of Zhao Zhiyi’s head.

He couldn’t describe the sensation of an Omega biting through his gland. Anger? Disgust? Or a desire for violence? It seemed to be none of those. Because of the fever, Zhao Zhiyi’s lips and tongue were much hotter than usual, soft and wet. He still recklessly held that piece of soft flesh in his teeth, occasionally licking it gently with the tip of his tongue, as if worried he’d hurt him, or perhaps confirming if he’d broken the skin.

“…Zhao Zhiyi,” Meng Ze’s voice was dark. “Let go.”

Presumably having finished his “revenge,” Zhao Zhiyi became docile again. He released his grip, looked at the tooth marks on the back of Meng Ze’s neck, and whispered, “Does it hurt?”

“What do you think?” Meng Ze let out a frustrated laugh.

“It definitely doesn’t hurt as much as I did,” Zhao Zhiyi concluded.

Meng Ze said, “I didn’t bite you.” At the time, he was just… lured by Zhao Zhiyi’s pheromones and stimulated by Su Jiyu’s blood, leading him to act on impulse.

“You didn’t?” Zhao Zhiyi lifted his damp eyelashes, his dark tea colored eyes looking as if they were veiled behind a misty shroud. He tugged at Meng Ze’s collar and said slowly, “You clearly did. I said it hurt, but you covered my mouth. It stayed swollen for days. I still remember that feeling.”

Meng Ze froze. He realized Zhao Zhiyi was talking about the time of the temporary marking.

“Now we’re even.” Zhao Zhiyi tried to push Meng Ze away, but couldn’t move him. He complained, “Move aside, you smell bad.” That scent was like aged liquor, the more he smelled it, the dizzier he became.

Meng Ze closed his eyes, telling himself not to argue with a sick person. What could he do to Zhao Zhiyi? Pin him to the passenger seat and beat him? Or bite him back on the neck for revenge?

“…F*ck.” Meng Ze yanked open his collar, coldly buckled Zhao Zhiyi’s seatbelt, and stared at him. “Don’t move again.”

Zhao Zhiyi’s face was already flushed bright red from the fever, he curled into a ball and whimpered, looking for all the world like he was the one who had been bitten.

The law stated an Alpha would go to jail for forcibly biting an Omega’s gland, but it said nothing about how many years an Omega would get for biting an Alpha.

Meng Ze started the car with a cold face, but the back of his neck felt like it was being scorched by fire. Had he not just injected a dose of suppressor, making a second one dangerous due to side effects, he really would have given himself another shot.

The passenger seat had finally gone quiet. During a red light, Meng Ze glanced over. Zhao Zhiyi had fallen asleep against the window glass. His skin was very pale, making the redness from the high fever exceptionally prominent. Despite his previous rowdiness, he looked very obedient with his eyes closed. His lashes were long and thick, and the soft, beautiful lines of his profile reminded Meng Ze of the ball-jointed dolls his sister, Yu Tao, liked to play with.

Meng Ze looked away. Why was he bothered by a delirious patient?

At the hospital, Zhao Zhiyi still hadn’t woken up. Meng Ze realized he hadn’t fallen asleep but had fainted. He had to carry him out, place him in a wheelchair at the hospital entrance, and push him to the emergency room.

The doctor suggested a fever reducing injection. Meng Ze glanced at the semi-conscious Zhao Zhiyi and agreed. Since he was passed out, he shouldn’t feel anything.

However, as soon as the nurse took Zhao Zhiyi’s arm, the unconscious man seemed to sense something and began to struggle violently. The nurse paused. “Does this gentleman have a phobia of needles? But that’s not right… he hasn’t even seen the needle.”

Meng Ze’s understanding of Zhao Zhiyi was very shallow, naturally, he didn’t know the answer.

The nurse said, “Can you hold him? Comfort him. If he doesn’t get the shot, the fever will get worse.”

Meng Ze: “Me?”

The nurse’s eyes widened. “Aren’t you his Alpha? He’s covered in your scent.”

Meng Ze: “That’s because… never mind.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, pressed Zhao Zhiyi’s neck, and pinned him to the sofa, nodding. “Go ahead.”

The nurse looked suspicious. “What exactly is your relationship with the patient? This looks like you’re pinning a criminal.”

Meng Ze’s temples throbbed with pain. “Then what should I do?”

The nurse pointed to a mother and child nearby. “Like that. Have him sit on your lap.”

Meng Ze looked over to see a young mother comforting her daughter, holding her tenderly in her arms.

Meng Ze didn’t think he could do that.

The nurse urged, “Sir?”

Meng Ze frowned, lifted Zhao Zhiyi up, and sat him face to face on his lap. Zhao Zhiyi instinctively nuzzled against the side of his neck. Meng Ze looked down, gripped his waist, and patted his back. Zhao Zhiyi’s tense body finally relaxed. The nurse acted quickly, plunging the needle in. Zhao Zhiyi jolted in terror, struggling with all his might.

Only through Meng Ze’s cold, physical suppression did the nurse manage to finish the injection. The nurse wiped sweat from her forehead. “To resist a shot this much… does he have some kind of psychological trauma?”

“What else needs to be done?”

“Observe him for a bit. Once the fever goes down, you can get some medicine from the window.” The nurse warned, “He’s a bit malnourished and gets sick easily. You Alphas might be careless, but you really should take better care of your Omega.”

Meng Ze closed his eyes. “I know.”

After the nurse left, Meng Ze felt irritable holding the person in his arms. He wanted a cigarette, but smoking in front of someone with a high fever would be too much of a jerk move. He tugged at his collar again, wanting to let Zhao Zhiyi go for a moment, but Zhao Zhiyi held onto him deathly tight, murmuring in his sleep.

“Zhao Zhiyi?” Meng Ze called out. There was no response.

Meng Ze could only hold him with one hand while using the other to return a few phone calls. Half an hour later, he touched Zhao Zhiyi’s forehead, it wasn’t as hot as before. He finally took him out of the waiting room.

The rain had stopped completely, but the weather remained gloomy. Meng Ze drove Zhao Zhiyi back home. He had intended to drop him off and call the family servant to watch him, but he paused when he saw the light gray bedsheets.

They were full of Su Jiyu’s Alpha scent.

Meng Ze placed Zhao Zhiyi on the sofa with a cold face, changed the sheets, and only then put him back in bed. Just as he tucked him in, a phone rang loudly. It was Zhao Zhiyi’s phone.

Meng Ze picked it up and saw the contact “Counselor.” Looking at the still dazed Zhao Zhiyi, Meng Ze answered. The voice on the other end was a rapid fire burst: “Student Zhao Zhiyi! I’m begging you, okay? We really need your help! Isn’t President Meng your Alpha? Getting him to come to the school for a lecture should just be a matter of a word from you!”

“The school leaders are calling me a dozen times a day to work on you. I’m going crazy! Just try, okay? How could President Meng refuse his own Omega? If all else fails, just act a little spoiled. Alphas all fall for that. Save your poor counselor!”

Meng Ze gave a light tsk. Act spoiled? Zhao Zhiyi had given him a bloody bite today.

“Hello,” Meng Ze spoke. “Zhao Zhiyi isn’t available to take the call right now. I will relay your request later.”

The counselor was silent for a long time before stuttering, “May I ask who…”

“Meng Ze.”

“!” The other side became instantly excited. “P-President Meng! Hello! I didn’t expect to speak with you directly. I wonder if Zhiyi mentioned the lecture? You are an outstanding alumnus of our school, so…”

“He didn’t.”

Counselor: “…Zhiyi said you refused without hesitation. I knew that brat was talking nonsense!”

Meng Ze exited the call screen and checked the call logs. It seemed the counselor had been harassing Zhao Zhiyi for more than a day or two; four or five calls a day was on the low end.

The counselor was still rambling. Meng Ze interrupted: “When is the lecture?”

“Huh? Oh… this Saturday at 2:00 PM. I don’t know if President Meng can find the time…”

Meng Ze said, “I’ll be there. So during this time, do not call Zhao Zhiyi again.”

The counselor was stunned by this sudden stroke of luck. He wanted to say a few more polite words, but Meng Ze had already hung up. He placed the phone by Zhao Zhiyi’s pillow and left the room, taking a deep breath only after he stepped out.

He couldn’t stay here any longer. The scent of orange blossoms was faint and lingering, it was truly unbearable.

As Meng Ze left in a hurry, Zhao Zhiyi gripped the corner of the quilt in the bedroom.

He was having that dream again.

He dreamed of that man whose face he could no longer clearly remember. He was huddled in a dirty corner, looking up in terror, only to be grabbed by the hair and dragged out like a dead dog.

“…Those police really like to meddle. I’m hitting my own son; what if I beat him to death?”

“Damn brat, did you call the police?!”

“The police said something about an injury appraisal… Haha, you think that’ll stop me? …Don’t you dare run! Get back here!”

With a thud, a small body was slammed onto the floor. The man easily pinned his weak limbs, raised an eyebrow, and said, “I’m warning you, don’t try to be clever. I have plenty of ways to torment you.”

Zhao Zhiyi woke up with a start, tightly clutching his body.

The sharp pain of the needle seemed to linger in his flesh like a curse he could never escape. He propped up his forehead, panting heavily. He knew he was no longer that helpless child, if that man dared to prick him with a needle now, he would surely beat him to a pulp. But… what was that saying? Childhood trauma.

Zhao Zhiyi stumbled out of bed and washed his face in the bathroom. When he opened the bedroom door, someone was coming out of the kitchen. Seeing Zhao Zhiyi, she hurriedly said, “You’re awake!”

“…Who are you?”

“I’m the nanny who takes care of the Young Master.” The woman smiled. “The Young Master said you had a fever. Are you still feeling unwell? I cooked some porridge for you; eat some first.”

As she spoke, she took an ear thermometer to check his temperature. Seeing it was normal, she sighed in relief. “Hurry and eat. You’ve been asleep for nearly twenty hours.”

Zhao Zhiyi pressed his head; no wonder he was so dizzy, he had slept that long. He sat at the table and slowly finished the porridge before asking, “Where is Meng Ze?”

“The Young Master has things to take care of,” the nanny said. “It’s not that he doesn’t care; he’s the one who took you to the hospital.”

“…That’s not what I meant.” Zhao Zhiyi coughed, nearly choking.

The nanny smiled broadly, with an “I’ve been there, I understand” expression.

Zhao Zhiyi was speechless. He took out his phone to call Meng Ze and thank him, but a call from Zhan Yue popped up first. Upon answering, Zhan Yue’s voice was full of excitement: “Way to go, Zhiyi! I knew President Meng would fall for your gym shorts!”

“Cough, cough, cough!” Zhao Zhiyi really did choke this time. “What nonsense are you talking about?!”

“Huh?” Zhan Yue said. “Didn’t you convince President Meng to come to the school for that crappy lecture? Let me tell you, no one cared about this lecture originally, but now tickets are hard to get. They’re being scalped for four digits.”

“What?” Zhao Zhiyi was confused. “Meng Ze agreed?”

The counselor had been bothering Zhao Zhiyi about this for a long time, but Zhao Zhiyi had never intended to mention it to Meng Ze. How did Meng Ze agree?

“You didn’t know?”

“I didn’t.”

“But the counselor said President Meng personally agreed,” Zhan Yue said. “He even praised you to me, saying you haven’t forgotten your alma mater…”

Zhao Zhiyi: “…Hold on.”

He hung up and called Meng Ze. It took a while for the call to connect, but Su Jiyu’s voice answered: “Zhiyi? Do you need something from Meng Ze?”

Before Zhao Zhiyi could speak, Su Jiyu said, “He’s in the shower. If it’s urgent, you can tell me.”