Who Did This for Him?
Song Wangzhuo suddenly remembered that someone had come to his home, claiming to be his friend.
He thought he was hallucinating from the fever, but the pot of porridge and vegetables told him it wasn’t an illusion.
Someone had really been to his place—brought him medicine, cooked for him, and made sure he didn’t die in that cramped apartment.
He put the vegetables in the microwave for a few minutes and returned to the living room, only to notice the medicine he had taken was placed on the table.
Not just that, but next to it was a torn piece of paper with scribbled instructions—how many pills to take, whether before or after meals, and other precautions.
Even the phone had a note, as if the person noticed he hadn’t opened it: Bought extra, no use letting it go to waste.
Signed: Your kind-hearted friend.
Song Wangzhuo read the words over and over but couldn’t make sense of it.
Deep down, he knew he must have recognized the person who came, but they clearly didn’t want to be identified. Why?
He wasn’t afraid of ulterior motives—after all, he had nothing of value worth coveting.
If anything, this “kind-hearted friend” of his seemed well-off. The bail money and phone weren’t cheap, yet they never mentioned repayment. Strange.
Ding.
The microwave beeped, snapping him out of his thoughts. His stomach ached from not eating for so long.
He set the note aside. Since the person meant no harm, he was sure they’d meet again.
After leaving Song Wangzhuo’s place, Shen Yuqing wasn’t in a hurry to go home. Instead, he met up with Lin Sui—for one reason.
Someone had framed him, and he wasn’t about to let it slide.
Did they really think he was that easy to fool?
The culprit was someone Lin Sui knew. After hearing the story, Lin Sui fumed, “That bastard actually did this?!”
But then he frowned. “Wait, how’d you find out? Also… why do you smell like pheromones? Kinda nice, actually.”
“Got a call from the police. How else?” Shen Yuqing paused, sniffed himself, but caught nothing. “What pheromones? You’re imagining things.”
Just then, an Omega passing by their table overheard and glared at Lin Sui. “Pervert!”
Lin Sui blinked, baffled, before realizing the scent might have come from that Omega.
Clearing his throat awkwardly, he quickly steered the conversation back to Song Wangzhuo.
Lin Sui fully believed Shen Yuqing. “Don’t worry, I’ll get to the bottom of this. I’ll confront that guy right now!”
“Hold on,” Shen Yuqing stopped him. “If you charge in now, he’ll just deny everything. Better to dig into his grudge against Song Wangzhuo first.”
“Was it because of that drink-spilling game?” Lin Sui wondered. “Song Wangzhuo’s always been a loner, barely talks to anyone—ghost-like. What personal grudge could there be?”
Shen Yuqing’s lips twitched. Yeah, usually they were the ones picking on Song Wangzhuo.
This seems to be the protagonist’s fate—always having some inexplicable cannon fodder come along to deliver experience points in the most absurd ways.
Unfortunately for them, this wasn’t some male-oriented web novel where the protagonist could immediately retaliate with face-slapping revenge.
After muttering to himself for a while, Lin Sui declared, “I’ll definitely get to the bottom of this. Don’t worry, I’m investigating right now!”
He appeared genuinely furious, even more so than Shen Yuqing’s own reaction.
After watching Lin Sui leave, Shen Yuqing originally planned to leisurely enjoy some food. Night had already fallen, with streetlights illuminating the jam-packed roads where cars were bumper to bumper.
Yet his heart remained utterly at ease. Suddenly, walking home didn’t seem like a bad idea—it was only a thirty-minute journey.
Having made up his mind, Shen Yuqing stood up. Since traffic was at a standstill anyway, he might as well take his time, stopping occasionally to see if there was anything new to discover.
Exiting the café, he pulled up a map on his smart device to confirm the route before setting off. But he’d barely taken a few steps when his system abruptly pinged in his mind.
[Pei Yiyan’s storyline is about to begin. Host must return home within fifteen minutes.]
Shen Yuqing couldn’t help but curse. Of all times! Now, when the roads were completely gridlocked!
Hailing a taxi was impossible—his legs would have to do. Taking a deep breath, he immediately broke into a sprint toward home.
He didn’t dare imagine what would happen if he missed this plot point and someone else took his place…
Pei Yiyan would probably commit murder on the spot.
Not daring to slow down for even a second, Shen Yuqing drew curious glances from passersby—who went night running this early anyway?
Despite his frantic rush, he still arrived home late.
Panting heavily, Shen Yuqing steeled himself. No matter what he encountered, he needed to stay calm and find a way to salvage the situation.
Swiftly unlocking the door with his fingerprint, he was met with an unexpected scene—the beta servant was tidying up in the living room.
Noticing Shen Yuqing’s return, the servant approached, “Young master, why are you drenched in sweat?”
On the sofa, Pei Yiyan, who had been watching the news, seemed to tilt his head slightly, using sound to gauge the commotion at the door.
Shen Yuqing’s gaze swept over them both. Good—it seemed the drink hadn’t been served yet.
Relieved, Shen Yuqing calmly explained, “Just went for an evening run.” He handed his hoodie to the servant, leaving only a sweat-soaked white T-shirt clinging to his skin, the fabric nearly transparent in places.
After tugging at the damp hem, he made his way toward Pei Yiyan. His eyes quickly scanned the glass on the table—just plain water, completely untouched.
The omega clearly hadn’t had the chance to spike it yet.
As Shen Yuqing looked up, he found Pei Yiyan’s gaze fixed unerringly on him. Startled, he quickly said, “I’ll go take a shower first.” The sticky discomfort was unbearable anyway.
With the omega yet to arrive and the drug still unadministered, there was still time to intervene.
Having settled on this plan, Shen Yuqing hurried off to the bathroom.
The beta servant was bringing over a glass of water, watching Shen Yuqing’s hurried figure with confusion. “Why is the young master in such a rush today?”
Pei Yiyan knew exactly why he was so flustered.
Because on his body lingered the scent of an alpha’s pheromones. The fragrance of magnolia.
It was exactly the same scent as before, only this time much more potent. Even if that alpha hadn’t been physically intimate with him, they must have spent prolonged time together in close quarters.
Pei Yiyan showed no emotional fluctuation whatsoever, merely finding his clumsy attempts at concealment rather laughable. What was the point?
It wasn’t as if he would put on the act of a jilted lover.
