When A Commoner Carries The Child Of A Stranger Alpha - Chapter 1

The rain started falling again, and Shen Buqi pulled his specialized hood a little tighter.

Many years had passed since the apocalypse began, and most survival settlements had built protective shields under the guidance of “Protectors.”

Except for District 7. There were no Protectors here, and naturally, no protective shields to filter out toxic gases and acid rain.

However, the people living here had developed a type of special clothing that could briefly block acid rain. Its effectiveness was short-lived, but it had the advantage of being cheap and easily replaceable.

Shen Buqi was wearing such a suit. Because it was mass-produced, it only came in one extra-large size. Since he was on the leaner side, the acid rain and wind caused the garment to flutter emptily like a cloak, outlining a section of his lean, strong waist.

He didn’t care. Gripping a small fragment of a mecha in his hand, he walked quickly toward his home.

Fate had other plans. After only a few steps, someone tapped him on the shoulder. Shen Buqi stood straight and turned his head slowly.

The person had already nimbly dodged to the side, saying cheerfully, “Little Shen, I’m over here! How can a young lad like you have such slow reactions?”

It was his colleague, Gao Haoyang, a warm-hearted middle-aged man.

The hood concealed Shen Buqi’s cold, indifferent face. His voice was as steady as frozen ice: “I’m fine. Do you need something?”

Even though he was long used to this “steady as an old dog” attitude, Gao Haoyang couldn’t help but shrug. He handed Shen Buqi a box of blocking medicine. “Remember when you helped your sister-in-law fix that old, broken mecha of hers? Her unit distributed blocking medicine yesterday, and she insisted I give a box to you no matter what.”

Blocking medicine, officially known as Natural Disaster Blocking Medicine, could not only resist acid rain but also clear toxins inhaled into the body. It was an exceptionally precious medicine in District 7.

“Thank you.” Shen Buqi nodded. He didn’t refuse, but he didn’t show much warmth either.

He was like an ancient well, rippleless, calm, and eerily quiet.

Gao Haoyang wanted to say more but felt powerless to do so. Finally, he patted Shen Buqi’s shoulder through two layers of specialized clothing and offered a piece of elder-like advice:

“Little Shen, just look at this medicine and you’ll understand, it really is good to have a family of your own, right? Especially here in District 7, you have to find joy while you can. You’re not young anymore. Do you want me to introduce you to someone? I think Little Zhao from our unit is quite nice…”

As he rambled on, Shen Buqi’s thoughts were pulled back by the very first sentence.

A home of his own?

What things did he own? There was A-Bao, the mecha that could sing. Mimi, the cat who liked to lick him and the electric kettle that could boil water. They were all very good.

So, things that belonged to him were all that good?

He nodded unconsciously and gradually walked away. By the time Gao Haoyang realized what had happened, the young man was gone. He scratched his head and went home to find his wife.

Passing through 18th Street again, sure enough, that Alpha was still there.

Shen Buqi didn’t ignore him like he had yesterday. Instead, he walked closer to observe him carefully.

It had rained acid all day, yet the man seemed completely unaffected. Only his short black hair was slightly damp, clinging weakly to his fragile looking neck.

He had a high bridge to his nose and deep-set eyes. His cold, pale skin made his veins clearly visible. Even with his eyes closed and his lips pale, one could tell he was a rare beauty.

However, beauty didn’t count for much in District 7.

It was too chaotic here. Survival was hard enough, acid rain, toxic gas, and mutated species always stayed one step ahead of human evolution, suppressing any romantic fantasies about “sex.”

In District 7, sex had gradually become linked with blood, stains, and violence. Beauty detached from love received no protection.

But that was okay. Shen Buqi liked things that looked good.

Everything he brought home was beautiful. The mecha was colorful, the kitten was a calico, and even the kettle glowed.

And now, as long as he picked up this Alpha, he would have a complete home.

Just thinking about it filled Shen Buqi’s heart in a strange way.

Action followed thought. First, he stuffed two blocking pills into the Alpha’s mouth to ensure he stayed alive. Then, tucking away his mecha fragment, he bent down and hoisted the Alpha onto his shoulder.

He thought it would be easy, but despite the Alpha looking thin and weak, his tall stature made him quite difficult to carry.

However, the sense of satisfaction in Shen Buqi’s heart easily overcame this small difficulty.

It never occurred to him that even if he carried the man back, the Alpha might not agree to belong to him.

Because when he picked up Mimi, she was his. When he brought back the mecha, it was his. When he found the kettle, it was his.

Therefore, logically, this Alpha he picked up was also his.

No one had ever taught him that people and objects are different.

Thus, when the Alpha finally woke up, Shen Buqi hit a wall, his Alpha ignored him.

The young Alpha seemed to carry a sense of suppressed rage. When he opened his eyes, they were initially filled with bone-chilling cold, which was quickly replaced by a blood-red tint born of fury.

He was probably abandoned, too, Shen Buqi thought.

He rummaged through his nearly empty room and found a few pieces of candy he had intended to feed to Mimi, hoping to use them to comfort his Alpha.

The Alpha glanced at his movements, dragged his body, which felt as though it had been crushed by a heavy truck and slowly turned away to face the wall.

The hand holding the candy remained suspended in the air.

Was he being rejected?

Shen Buqi looked at the candy in his hand, thinking it was a good thing Mimi wasn’t home, or she would surely scratch his Alpha.

Since they were both his, he wouldn’t know whose side to take if they fought.

The rain outside had stopped, making the room eerily quiet. Shen Buqi had never comforted an Alpha before and didn’t know how. Those few pieces of candy, which were sticky and tasted strange, were the greatest sincerity he could offer.

After standing helplessly in front of the drafty window for a long time, Shen Buqi looked at his murky reflection in the glass and suddenly remembered someone once saying he looked good when he smiled.

And so, when Ji Weishi was woken up again, he saw that normally indifferent face blossom into a smile.

The downward curving peach blossom eyes suddenly widened, the pitch-black pupils were inexplicably tinted with a hint of gold, and his pale lips curled upward.

A very bright smile, a very beautiful Beta, Ji Weishi evaluated in his mind.

Then, the moment Shen Buqi reached out his hand to check his temperature, Ji Weishi grabbed that bony yet strong wrist and spat out a single cold word:

“Get out.”