Wang Luan’s susceptibility period, longer and stranger than that of ordinary alphas, finally declared its end.
When she got up that day, Wang Luan no longer felt that life was hopeless, no longer curled up on the sofa in a daze early in the morning, but instead felt as if her whole self had been renewed.
At the same time, all kinds of emotions that, during the entire slump of her susceptibility period, had seemed hazy as if covered by a thin layer of ice, belatedly surged up all at once. Three minutes after she sat up, she suddenly vented them by yelling loudly and punching the pillow on the bed used as a dividing line.
She also startled Yan Qiongyu, who had just come in through the door.
“What’s wrong, Miss Wang Luan?” Yan Qiongyu asked in surprise.
Wang Luan lifted her head, her hair messy. Her expression was somewhat complicated. During this period of time, the way she and Yan Qiongyu got along had been… exceptionally close. At least compared to other people, it was like that.
During her susceptibility period, for various reasons, both voluntary and involuntary, they had almost always stayed together, inseparable.
Wang Luan had to admit that she might have been influenced by that state. When she saw Yan Qiongyu, it was easier for her to calm down, probably because Yan Qiongyu had always been very calm, and in that state she would be infected by him… in any case, it was definitely not because of any pheromones!
She still rejected bodies that were born with a certain organ, but toward Yan Qiongyu, her degree of acceptance was probably already about the same as her acceptance of her own body.
These days, when she was unwilling to cooperate with his examinations, he would forcibly drag her and push her there; when he came out of the laboratory with a tightly furrowed brow, he would suddenly go mad and come over to grab her once, then quickly leave; during the routine process of extracting gland fluid, he would already directly pinch her mouth and shake it to make her open, then press on her teeth without any scruples.
And every day, sitting beside her to eat, using the same bathroom to brush their teeth, lying beside her to sleep, and soaking together in the workshop for an entire day at a stretch…
It was hard to imagine that all of this had happened in just a little over a week. Because of the special state of the susceptibility period, Yan Qiongyu had enabled her to complete preliminary desensitization treatment.
By yesterday, even when she was touched again, Wang Luan would still, just for form’s sake, get a bit of goosebumps, but it was already much better than at the beginning, when she would abruptly jump up and move far away.
What Wang Luan had not expected was that in this lifetime she would still have a time when she got along with a man like this. Aside from the lack of intimate behavior, she felt that the two of them like this were really no different from newlyweds.
Wang Luan recalled this period and thought: could this be like boiling a frog in warm water? Had she been tricked? Was Yan Qiongyu actually here carrying out a task given by the Wang family head, and in the future she would get used to him to the point that she really would with him… and then give birth to a child?
“Miss Wang Luan?” Yan Qiongyu, not hearing her response, had already walked to the bedside.
Wang Luan glanced at him, and her heart, which had been racing because of her speculation, slowly calmed down again.
No, that wouldn’t happen. Thinking about the ruthlessness he had shown toward her at such a young age, he was simply a research machine without feelings. Thinking again about their daily interactions these days, he most likely also did not have that kind of worldly desire.
At most, he just had a bit of a bad sense of fun, similar to a cat’s malicious little thoughts.
As she was thinking this, Yan Qiongyu pressed one hand on Wang Luan’s shoulder.
Wang Luan looked over half a beat later, feeling familiar goosebumps rise on her arm. At the same time, she pushed Yan Qiongyu’s hand away and warned him: “Play is play, joke is joke, don’t take allergies as a joke.”
Yan Qiongyu suddenly didn’t know whether her susceptibility period had really passed or not.
He had already calculated the timing last night; at this point she should have returned to normal. But just now when he touched her, he hadn’t seen her jump up like before—her reaction was about the same as during the susceptibility period.
“Your susceptibility period should already be over?”
“It’s over…” Wang Luan felt that this susceptibility period was about the same as her previous menstrual periods, just an enhanced version.
If it hadn’t been for Yan Qiongyu’s series of actions at the beginning, she would most likely still have suffered greatly, with both body and mind tormented, rather than just a simple imbalance of mindset.
Fortunately, such a susceptibility period would only happen once or twice a year.
Wang Luan couldn’t help but say to Yan Qiongyu, “I never want to have a susceptibility period again.”
There was a bit of unconscious closeness and complaint in her tone, but Yan Qiongyu didn’t even blink, and said to her like a doctor, “Maintaining a healthy daily routine, exercising more, eating more vegetables and fruits, and keeping a pleasant mood can effectively reduce the duration of the susceptibility period.”
Wang Luan: “…………”
She went to the washroom to clean up, and saw Yan Qiongyu also slowly follow along, standing at the doorway and looking her over.
He had gotten up long ago. Basically, every day when she crawled up from the bed with a bird’s-nest head, what she saw was always a sparkling Yan Qiongyu.
This made her think of a piece of news she had seen in her previous world: a wife who got up at five every day to put on makeup for ten consecutive years, and the husband had never seen his wife’s bare face.
“What are you following me for?” Wang Luan was cleaning her teeth and asked indistinctly.
Yan Qiongyu paused. These days, he had been monitoring the changes in Wang Luan’s physical data every day; observing her had already become a habit, and unconsciously he had followed her over.
He straightened up without showing anything and said, “Let me tell you something. I just received notice that this afternoon I’m going to undergo the surgery to remove the inhibitor.”
Mentioning this, Wang Luan’s mood grew heavy. In her current normal state, hearing this was even harder to accept than during the susceptibility period.
She could more or less guess that Yan Qiongyu’s childhood probably hadn’t been happy, but she still couldn’t imagine how a child was supposed to face a mother who used him and abandoned him, having some damned inhibitor installed in his head, and living days under surveillance.
Wang Luan still spoke bluntly: “Did you know about your origins early on? About your mother?”
She had seen how familiar his tone was when he mentioned Yan Mu.
Yan Qiongyu also said directly, “I shouldn’t have known originally, but the teacher who was initially responsible for taking care of me had some ties to Yan Mu. She told me my mother was a terrifying criminal, and that I was the same as her, that in the future I would also grow into a devil without a sense of shame, selfish, and killing without blinking.”
Seeing Wang Luan’s expression, he deliberately said this and asked her, “Miss Wang Luan, are you sympathizing with me?”
He did not like being sympathized with. Who was qualified to sympathize with him?
Wang Luan sighed. “You can’t sympathize with men, you’ll become unfortunate.”
Her expression was solemn as she muttered such words and walked off along the wall.
Yan Qiongyu stood where he was and watched her back, not following her.
Abandoned by Yan Mu the moment he was born, he had merely been born as a tool for escape. As for Yan Mu, he had no impression; in his childhood memories, all his understanding of everything came from the teacher who had been responsible for taking care of him at that time.
That teacher had a secret beloved, an alpha who worked at the research institute. That alpha was obsessed with Yan Mu, and because he helped Yan Mu escape, he was sentenced to death. Naturally, the teacher was jealous of and hated Yan Mu, and transferred all of this onto him.
In other people’s eyes, that teacher was gentle and kind, always wearing a smile.
But in private, facing him, the teacher’s face was always ferocious and twisted as she hurled all kinds of insults at him. She would crazily mention Yan Mu in front of him, day after day chattering incessantly in his ear, telling him how insane, ugly, and terrifying Yan Mu was, and how he, this abandoned bastard, was born carrying the genes of Yan Mu’s evil.
His earliest understanding of the world, of himself, was that teacher’s torn, frenzied face, and those curse-like verbal abuses.
Perhaps at the very beginning, he still had doubts—was it really as the teacher said? Other people’s strange gazes and their attitude of avoidance as if facing a virus gave him the answer: indeed, it was so.
He learned to observe and think very early, much earlier than ordinary children. Unfortunately, this was not a good thing. Before he learned how to conceal himself, all of this only made people further affirm how similar he was to Yan Mu.
When the mental power inhibitor was implanted into his brain, he was only two years old, and the surgery required him to remain conscious to complete the implantation.
From then on, he began a long period of pain. The pain from his brain branded an unforgettable mark into his growth. He would hurt so much that he couldn’t sleep like a normal person, would suddenly faint, would vomit and convulse. At one point, this left his body so weak that he couldn’t get up at all, and could only spend his days in the hospital.
Going to the hospital for treatment was, for him, a rare time of rest. At least in the hospital, with so many people watching, his teacher would not suddenly cup his head and violently strike the spot where the inhibitor was implanted, telling him that he deserved all of this, saying to him, “You’ll wear this thing for your whole life and hurt for your whole life!”
“No, I’m going to have it removed now.” Yan Qiongyu suddenly muttered to himself, looking at his own face in the mirror and revealing a smile.
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In the afternoon, when they went to the omega research institute for the surgery, Yan Qiongyu unexpectedly saw Wang Luan.
“Miss Wang Luan is going as well?” Yan Qiongyu’s tone was calm. “This is just a minor surgery. I’ll be back very soon.”
Wang Luan truly admired his composure. “How can you have surgery without someone by your side?”
She leaned a little closer, lowered her voice mysteriously, and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on them and won’t let them do anything underhanded.”
Yan Qiongyu didn’t think those people would dare to do anything under the Wang family’s watchful eyes, but he still wore a gentle, grateful expression and said, “Then thank you, Miss Wang Luan.”
Wang Luan looked at his indifferent expression. “Why do you look neither unhappy nor excited?”
Yan Qiongyu said, “I’m very happy, and very excited.”
After all, he had been waiting for a long time.
“But experience tells me that if you show happiness too early, bad things will happen.”
