Chapter 13
Shu Ci’s fingers rested on the photo, but his gaze remained fixed on Shu Cui’s face.
This wasn’t just a simple display of his marriage in front of Shu Cui.
He was observing Shu Cui’s subtle expressions, trying to determine if he truly had no recollection of Lu Wanqing.
Until Shu Cui’s lips drooped, the astonishment in his eyes giving him the answer.
How could Lu Wanqing look like that?
Shu Cui frowned without concealing his displeasure, completely forgetting his previous arrogant demeanor in front of Shu Ci.
When Shu Ci had said he was happy in his marriage, Shu Cui had thought he was just being stubborn and trying to save face. Now he realized the fool was himself!
Shu Cui glared at Shu Ci. This person always seemed to get the upper hand!
No wonder he didn’t care about the 1% compatibility. Faced with such exceptional beauty, even if the physical intimacy was painful, it would be bearable, right?!
“Did he have plastic surgery?”
Shu Cui still couldn’t accept that he had forgotten such a stunning face, pointing at Shu Ci’s marriage certificate.
“He’s probably lying to you! Just wait, I’ll go home and find the documents to show you, he absolutely couldn’t… If he really looked like that, I would never forget him!”
“Hey, hey, don’t touch that.” Shu Ci forcefully moved the marriage certificate away from Shu Cui’s grasp, putting it away carefully. “I don’t believe you, you’re just jealous.”
“Why would I lie to you? I’ll do as I said, call me next week!”
An almost imperceptible curve lifted the corner of Shu Ci’s lips.
His goal was achieved.
Shu Cui was certainly bad, but he was useful in his own way.
Even when his mentality was shaken, he revealed Shu Changhai’s plan to hold a board meeting, and he might have more value to exploit.
Such as… using him to thoroughly “understand” this person, Lu Wanqing.
“You said you would?” Shu Ci glanced at him. “You were worried that I’d be cheated with someone with a 1% match, so it seems big brother still cares about me…”
Shu Cui turned his head and snorted softly.
As Shu Ci was being sarcastic, the curve of his lips stopped, his eyes becoming sharp.
His entire demeanor became serious; even his playful tone suddenly turned cold: “Did you call him here?”
Shu Cui froze, following his gaze to see a man in a suit standing silently at the entrance, staring intently at them.
His gloomy gaze seemed capable of piercing through the walls.
The moment he recognized Gu Lan Zhu, Shu Cui trembled.
The memories of being forced to kneel by his father and being cornered by Gu Lan Zhu to the point of suffocation surged back.
Shu Cui’s eyes widened: “Of course not! Why would I call him? To arrange for you to get a new husband?”
Shu Ci retracted his gaze and glanced at him.
“I thought you betrayed me and curried favor with him because you liked him.”
Almost all the cannon fodder characters in the original book wanted to get into bed with Gu Lan Zhu and bear his children, and some went crazy, bullying the original owner when the protagonists separated.
“I’m not an idiot,” Shu Cui muttered. “Do I seem like someone who would do anything for a high-quality alpha?”
“Yes, you do.”
“…”
As they bickered, Gu Lan Zhu approached with heavy steps, his red eyes fixed on Shu Ci.
When he entered, Shu Ci had been lounging leisurely in his chair, his eyes sparkling, like a stunning beauty stepped out of a dreamy fashion magazine. He instinctively held his breath.
But the moment he saw him, the smile on Shu Ci’s face vanished, his expression turning cold, and his gaze quickly shifted away.
Gu Lan Zhu’s heart tightened, a faint ache. A voice seemed to say in his mind that he hoped those bright eyes would only look at him forever.
As he approached, the two at the table were whispering something.
One was shrinking his neck and bowing his head.
The other didn’t look at him at all, expressionless.
His long, slender fingers rested on the teacup; with a slight effort, his nails faintly showed a moon-white color.
Gu Lan Zhu’s throat tightened.
He coldly swept his gaze over the person opposite Shu Ci and lowered his voice: “Leave for a moment.”
Great!
Shu Cui jumped up and turned to flee from the range of this terrifying alpha’s oppressive aura.
Unexpectedly, the next second, Shu Ci grabbed his wrist—
“This is the table my cousin reserved. He invited me. Who are you, ordering people around?” Shu Ci raised his eyebrows and glared at Gu Lan Zhu.
He pressed Shu Cui back into his seat, ignoring the knife-like glare of his foolish cousin: “Waiter, please add a chair.”
Shu Cui: “…” Hey?!
Gu Lan Zhu’s face darkened.
Soon, the waiter added a chair next to the round table and brought over Shu Cui’s cappuccino.
Shu Cui failed to escape. He moved the chair closer to Shu Ci.
This child was so calm in front of President Gu? He looked at Shu Ci with a hint of admiration.
Unbeknownst to him, Shu Ci wasn’t as calm and composed as he appeared.
The fear of being controlled by Gu Lan Zhu’s pheromones and losing control still lingered in his heart; he was merely trying to act relaxed.
He couldn’t let Gu Lan Zhu see his fear.
People like Gu Lan Zhu would exploit someone’s weakness to the fullest extent, creating fear, pushing people to the brink, forcing them to compromise and give in, abandoning their illusions until they succumbed to his demands, gradually being devoured.
Even if he was afraid, he had to bluff and maintain a strong facade; he couldn’t bow his head, he couldn’t show weakness.
He gripped his teacup tightly, his heart pounding.
Focusing his attention on a certain point, the echo of Lu Wanqing’s voice reverberated in his ears, Shu Ci recalled the feeling of Lu Wanqing’s fingers on his glands, locking his pheromones under his skin little by little.
He couldn’t let him take advantage of him again.
Gu Lan Zhu keenly sensed Shu Ci’s vigilance, his red eyes darkening slightly, and his voice sinking: “Are you afraid of me?”
Gu Lan Zhu felt restless, a nameless anger rising within him.
Shu Ci: “…”
You’re the president who digs out hearts and kidneys, the original owner risked his life to play with you for five thousand chapters; who should I be afraid of if not you?
“Afraid of you?” Shu Ci shook his head. “No, I detest you.”
After speaking, the battle-hardened director rolled his eyes inwardly.
This was absolutely the first time Gu Lan Zhu had heard such an evaluation, and the plot would once again enter the classic scene of “He successfully caught my attention”.
Sure enough, Gu Lan Zhu’s face became even uglier: “Who do you like? That husband of yours with 1% compatibility? Do you know who he is?”
That night, Shu Ci had rushed into the rain. While angry at the Shu residence, Gu Lan Zhu had learned a lot about Shu Ci—
He learned that Shu Ci’s partner this time was his childhood friend from the Cui family, and that he had married Lu Wanqing, a former company employee, a month ago under Shu Changhai’s arrangement.
However, Gu Lan Zhu didn’t believe Shu Changhai.
A low-level employee couldn’t possibly have the strength to fight against so many alphas, including him, and their pheromones. He was definitely not ordinary.
The facts proved his judgment.
He used his connections but couldn’t find any information about this person!
“You don’t know who Lu Wanqing is.” He said, feigning concern and worry.
Upon hearing this, Shu Ci’s grayish-blue eyes lit up again.
He leaned forward slightly and asked Gu Lan Zhu, “Whether my husband has secrets is between us. What position does Mr. Gu have to say this? Are you a little too nosy?”
He paused, then said, “But what do you know about him?”
Could it be that the Lu Wanqing Gu Lan Zhu knew was another person entirely?
Gu Lan Zhu stared blankly at those jade-like eyes sparkling with ripples.
His eyes ached, making him dazed.
Since his appearance, Shu Ci had maintained a listless and indifferent demeanor, only coming alive just now.
When he mentioned Lu Wanqing, the pheromones that had been tightly suppressed quietly drifted out, without even Shu Ci realizing it.
Gu Lan Zhu clenched his fist, unable to accept Shu Ci’s question and accusation.
He defied his 100% instinctive repulsion towards him, only caring about that inexplicable 1%? There was no one as perfectly compatible as him in the world, yet he rushed into that person’s arms!
He felt as if a screw had been knocked out of his smooth and unchanging life, and the train was heading in an uncontrollable direction.
Confusion, anger, shame, and frustration overwhelmed him. He supported himself on the table, met Shu Ci’s gaze, and unleashed them wantonly.
A torrential wave of pheromones instantly engulfed the entire restaurant!
Customers enjoying afternoon tea outside saw their porcelain cups shatter; regardless of AO, everyone cowered in place.
An audacious and restless alpha craned their neck to look this way; the next second, their throat was seized, their neck about to be broken.
Shu Cui reflexively knelt on the ground, his hands trembling, instinctively grabbing Shu Ci’s trousers.
Having learned from previous experience, Shu Ci immediately realized his oversight, and instantly held his breath, concentrating on retracting his overflowing pheromones.
If Lu Wanqing were here, he would realize that this wasn’t the speed that an ordinary O could achieve.
Gu Lan Zhu was also surprised by his agility, and renewed his efforts in his confusion.
He didn’t know that this was Shu Ci’s survival instinct, his gamble to escape the plot, pushing his body to its limits for survival.
The air vibrated with their silent struggle.
Shu Ci was unwilling to be controlled again. His pupils constricted, before he collapsed, he raised his hand and splashed the hot coffee on Gu Lan Zhu.
The scalding water drenched the president’s expensive trousers.
In a very awkward spot.
Gu Lan Zhu looked at his crotch, his anger rising. He released his suppressed pheromones violently.
Shu Ci faltered for a moment. The moment that uncontrollable state enveloped him completely, he gritted his teeth and kicked towards the coffee stain.
Shu Cui knelt on the ground and suddenly heard the sound of fabric or something else tearing.
Followed by Gu Lan Zhu’s painful groan.
Then Zhao Qian, the assistant, rushed in with loud accusations, and Shu Ci’s casual and insincere apology.
Only when he looked up and opened his eyes a crack, seeing Gu Lan Zhu being helped by his assistant, walking out of the shop in a strange posture, did Shu Cui tremblingly stand up, walk to Shu Ci’s side, his eyes full of shock.
Holy shit, he was really brave.
The man, with an “I knew it” expression, said: “See, no matter where, a weakness is a weakness, incredibly fragile.”
“…President Gu will definitely make you go to the hospital, whether for compensation or to pursue legal action.” Shu Cui kindly reminded him.
What if it affects fertility?!
Lu Wanqing drove to the General Military Hospital, his steps hurried. When he reached the high-level companion care ward, the wound on his upper arm had split open, and blood was continuously flowing down, soaking through his uniform.
He stopped, saw the words “Gu Corporation Exclusive” on the ward door, and instantly his face darkened.
“Where is he?” Lu Wanqing asked He Lian guarding the door.
“Call me Marshal, don’t be disrespectful.” He Lian glanced at his wound. “Why don’t you go find a nurse first?”
Lu Wanqing didn’t move, his gaze cold.
“Shu Ci, where is he?” He asked word for word.
He Lian sighed and handed him his phone.
Lu Wanqing took it; the screen showed the Marshal’s Moments, and his granddaughter posted a piece of gossip—
[Did you hear? That Shu family’s vase O kicked President Gu into the hospital?!]
“…” Lu Wanqing pressed his temples and turned around.
His tension seemed like a joke.
Suddenly, the ward door opened; a familiar, instinctively repulsive jasmine scent quietly wafted out, then quickly retracted.
A warm and soft touch suddenly fell on his arm.
It was exactly the same as the inexplicable feeling he had felt in the training room…