Transmigrated As The Cannon Fodder Ex-Wife Of A Scumbag Alpha - Chapter 26.1

“That doesn’t sound like your ‘wife’,” Zheng Xinyun remarked. “With that temper of his, how could he just endure it?”

Meng Ze looked back into the living room.

True, Zhao Zhiyi seemed mild but had a fiery temper. Why hadn’t he fought back? He hadn’t hesitated when beating Zhao Jing before. Looking at Zhao Zhiyi’s past records, Meng Ze often felt a strange sense of disconnection from the person standing before him now.

“I’m asking for a solution.” Meng Ze tapped the balcony railing. “Does he need medication?”

“No medicine works better than your pheromones,” Zheng Xinyun said. “Haven’t you marked him? He’ll likely have a pheromone dependency on you now. Just use yours to soothe him.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it,” the doctor said. “The symptoms might last a few days. I suggest keeping him close. Lucky you, CEO Meng.”

Meng Ze hung up.

Back in the living room, Zhao Zhiyi was peering over the back of the sofa, looking worried. “What did Dr. Zheng say? I don’t have to go to the hospital for a shot, do I?”

“No.” Meng Ze touched his forehead. “You’re a bit warm. Still feeling bad?”

“Yeah, my head is spinning,” Zhao Zhiyi said muffledly. “I want to puke, and my gland is burning.”

Meng Ze released his pheromones. The usually sharp scent of gin was uncharacteristically soft as it filled the room. He asked, “Better?”

“Oh,” Zhao Zhiyi said. “It actually is.”

“Don’t worry, Zheng Xinyun said it’ll pass in a few days. It’s not serious.” Meng Ze sat down next to him. “However, during this time, you might develop a pheromone dependency on me.”

Zhao Zhiyi: “Meaning I need your scent to not feel dizzy?”

“Essentially.”

Zhao Zhiyi: “…That damn Auntie He. We aren’t Siamese twins, we can’t be together every second.”

“Didn’t you have a meeting?” he remembered. “You… leave something for me, then go to work. Don’t lose money because of me.”

If the CEO couldn’t pay his 500,000 salary, Little Zhao would be very sad.

Meng Ze: “Do you want a temporary mark instead?”

Zhao Zhiyi touched his neck.

If he had to spend his days sniffing Meng Ze’s clothes like a creep, it would be quite weird. A quick bite was much more efficient.

“Sure.” Zhao Zhiyi tilted his head. “Thanks, you’re a good person. I’ll get you a banner someday that says ‘Miraculous Healing’… Hey! Why didn’t you give a warning before you… mph…”

It had been a while since he was bitten. Zhao Zhiyi wasn’t used to it. His gland was already hot, but Meng Ze’s lips and tongue seemed hotter, making him shiver. He could feel the teeth piercing his skin as the Alpha pheromones were injected. His dizziness improved immediately, but…

“If you’re going to bite, why are you licking?” Zhao Zhiyi gripped Meng Ze’s shoulder, his lashes trembling. “Don’t… don’t lick, it’s itchy…”

“Is the wound itchy?”

Zhao Zhiyi stared at the ceiling, dazed. “I don’t think so.”

He pressed a hand over his rapidly beating heart.

It felt like the itch was coming from there.

“Is it done yet?” Zhao Zhiyi whispered. “It’s starting to hurt.”

Meng Ze paused, released his hold, and pressed a thumb against the nape of his neck. “Sorry.”

Zhao Zhiyi sighed in relief. “I’m the one who should say thanks. So… after Su Jiyu is taken back, is he really going to be forced into marriage?”

Meng Ze said nonchalantly, “Maybe. Do you want to go to his wedding?”

Zhao Zhiyi: “It doesn’t matter if I want to go. What matters is that you definitely don’t.”

“True,” Meng Ze said. “I’m not exactly eager to congratulate him on a happy marriage.”

Marrying Su Jiyu would be a stroke of terrible luck, offering congratulations would feel like being an accomplice.

Zhao Zhiyi wore a “knew it” expression. This marriage definitely wouldn’t happen. Meng Ze was clearly jealous.

“Go to the company.” Zhao Zhiyi nudged him. “I have to go to work too.”

“I’ll drive you,” Meng Ze said. “It’s on the way.”

At the dessert shop, Meng Ze said, “Call me if you feel unwell.”

Zhao Zhiyi nodded. Meng Ze added, “I’ll stay at your place tonight?”

Zhao Zhiyi, who was stepping out, almost tripped. “What?”

Meng Ze leaned his elbow on the steering wheel, looking at him. “Or you can come to mine. That way, if you feel bad, I can give you a fresh mark immediately.”

“Then… let’s stick to my place,” Zhao Zhiyi said.

“I’ll pick you up after work.”

Just as Zhao Zhiyi was about to say he could take a shared bike back, Meng Ze suddenly leaned over and tugged the small fuzzy pom-pom hanging from Zhao Zhiyi’s hat. “Quite cute.”

Before Zhao Zhiyi could react, he rolled up the window and drove off.

Zhao Zhiyi: “?”

He squeezed the pom-pom, bewildered. So Meng Ze liked cute, soft things?

Back at the office, Meng Ze didn’t go to the meeting immediately. He asked Secretary Chen, “Where is the person I asked for?”

“Waiting in your office, sir,” Secretary Chen replied respectfully.

Meng Ze entered. A rather nervous young man was sitting on the sofa. Seeing him, the youth jumped up. “Hello, President Meng!”

“Mm.” Meng Ze sat down. “Su Yaocheng?”

“Yes, that’s me.”

Meng Ze took a sip of water. “Secretary Chen should have explained the details to you. What are your thoughts?”

“To be appreciated by President Meng… I’m overjoyed!” Su Yaocheng said excitedly. “If you can really help me get into the Su family business, I’ll do whatever you say!”

Meng Ze looked at the youth’s file, his tone detached. “Let’s not exaggerate.”

“I simply want to cause some trouble for that arrogant President He. I won’t help you officially join the family tree.”

“I know, I know. Secretary Chen told me.” Su Yaocheng licked his lips. “I’m willing to listen.”

Meng Ze put the file on the desk and looked up. “Then right now, you can go to President He and tell her you’ve fallen for the lady from the Lin family.”

When Zhao Zhiyi finished his shift, he saw a message in his class group from the counselor about final exam schedules. He looked up at the falling snowflakes, realizing the semester was ending.

Fortunately, he didn’t have many exams this term, just a few general courses with closed book tests. Not too difficult.

“It’s snowing!” The shop manager walked out with him. “If you ride your electric scooter back, you’ll be covered in snow. It’s freezing. How about I give you a ride? It’s not far… Whoa.”

“A Bentley. Look at that,” the manager said enviously. “I wonder when I’ll get to drive a Bentley.”

The black car pulled up to the curb and flashed its lights twice. The manager rubbed his hands. “Waiting for someone. I bet it’s a great beauty!”

Zhao Zhiyi patted the manager’s shoulder. “Do I look like a great beauty to you?”

“When did you get so narcissistic?” the manager joked. “Though you are good-looking.”

Zhao Zhiyi sighed. “I mean, that car is here for me. Thanks for the offer, but I’m going home now.”

Manager: “??”

The manager watched as Zhao Zhiyi trotted over and climbed into the passenger seat. “…So, am I the only ‘beast of burden’ here?”

Inside the car, Zhao Zhiyi immediately shed his coat. Meng Ze frowned. “Is the heater too high? Are you hot?”

“No.” Zhao Zhiyi pulled down his collar and leaned over. “Quick, quick, give me a bite. I’m feeling nauseous again.”

Meng Ze’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “Here?”

“Just a quick bite,” Zhao Zhiyi urged. “I’ll make you something delicious when we get back.”

Meng Ze reached out to touch the faint teeth marks from that morning. “Lean closer.”

“Okay.” Zhao Zhiyi was practically draped over him, presenting his nape. “But bite gently. The manager said I reek of Alpha again today.”

“I’ll try.” Meng Ze lowered his head, pressing a light kiss to his neck before sinking his teeth into the gland.

Zhao Zhiyi bit his own hand to stay silent. Despite the winter cold, he broke into a hot sweat, his grip wrinkling Meng Ze’s crisp shirt. Panting, he patted Meng Ze’s leg. “Okay… that’s enough.”

Meng Ze’s eyes darkened. Instead of letting go, he bit down even deeper.