Chapter 145
He beckoned Zhong over. Zhong walked over with a blank expression, and Yi Ge patted him on the shoulder. “You should recognize this guy, right? He was a standout contestant in the Survival Battle a while back. He’s a star boxer here with us now, so you’d better be careful later. There aren’t many people in our gym who can beat him.”
Zhong naturally recognized Wen Jiafei, but he didn’t think much of him. He simply gave a perfunctory grunt to indicate he understood.
Wen Jiafei, of course, didn’t think much of Zhong either. Both remained indifferent, and the atmosphere began to turn a bit awkward.
Yi Ge, however, seemed oblivious. He took a bag from his secretary, pulled out a stack of cash, and stuffed it directly into Shen Shuyu’s hands.
Shen Shuyu held the money, a trace of confusion in his eyes.
Yi Ge said generously, “Keep it. Consider it a meeting gift from me, the boss. Our Fei is a rare Alpha. I wish you two a long and lasting relationship.”
Shen Shuyu had never encountered such a situation before and felt a little embarrassed. Holding the money felt wrong, but returning it felt wrong too. Finally, Wen Jiafei spoke up. “Thank you, Yi Ge. He’s a bit shy.”
Yi Ge laughed. “I can tell.”
He paused for a moment, then couldn’t help but mutter, “You two are both like sawed-off gourds—so silent. The kids you have after you get married are going to be doubly precious with their words.”
Although he tried to keep his voice down, everyone present heard him clearly.
Shen Shuyu couldn’t help but widen his eyes even further. He might be an Omega, but he was a man!
How on earth was a man supposed to give birth?
Shen Shuyu took a deep breath, but in the next second, Wen Jiafei hugged him tighter. His tone was steady as he said, “Mn. When we get married in the future, we’ll send you an invitation.”
Yi Ge laughed heartily again. “Being in love really does change a person, huh? In the past, if I said ten sentences, you might only reply to one.”
Wen Jiafei smiled faintly. Shen Shuyu thought about it for a moment, then simply lowered his head.
Yi Ge looked at Zhong standing to the side, then glanced at the clock hanging in the room. “Alright, I won’t disturb you two anymore. Hurry up and get changed.”
Wen Jiafei rubbed Shen Shuyu’s head. “You go to the spectator area and wait for me.”
This seemed to be the first time Wen Jiafei had rubbed his head. Although there was the fabric of a hat between them, for some reason, Shen Shuyu’s heart began to feel a little different. It seemed to beat a little faster.
Shen Shuyu nodded indiscriminately, didn’t speak, and followed Yi Ge and the others out.
As he passed Zhong, Zhong glanced at him sideways, then withdrew his gaze with a lack of interest.
Soon, only Wen Jiafei and Zhong were left in the locker room. Wen Jiafei turned around and continued taking off his clothes. Although it was cold outside, the heating inside the boxing gym was sufficient.
Wen Jiafei took out the boxing gear prepared by the gym and walked into the shower room. He didn’t look at Zhong once the entire time, acting as if he didn’t exist.
Only after he entered the shower did Zhong slowly turn around and open his own locker door.
By the time Wen Jiafei came out, Zhong had already changed. He sat on a chair, staring fixedly at Wen Jiafei. Wen Jiafei continued to ignore him, took his key, and walked out of the locker room.
Only when Wen Jiafei had truly left did Zhong relax enough to follow. He made a point to lock the door behind him before trailing after Wen Jiafei.
When they reached the stage, a match had just ended. The loser, beaten black and blue, was being carried off by staff members. The winner stood on the stage, basking in the cheers of the crowd. Confetti rained down from the ceiling in celebration.
The atmosphere in the venue was instantly heated to a boiling point.
The host took the stage at this moment, smiling as he said, “I believe everyone knows that we have a returning guest today.”
As soon as he said this, the crowd below shouted in unison: “Fei! Fei! Fei!”
Shen Shuyu found a spot close to the stage. Hearing the chants of “Fei” all around him, he couldn’t resist looking toward Wen Jiafei in the waiting area.
Wen Jiafei was sitting on a chair, quietly putting on his boxing gloves. He had changed into the standard boxer’s uniform. The lighting over there was dim, but one could still see the exposed, fluid lines of his arm muscles. Although he looked lean in his daily clothes, once stripped down, he had everything he should have, drawing the covetous gazes of many. Coupled with his naturally top-tier looks—cold, aloof, and possessing an absolute magnetism—he was captivating.
Shen Shuyu could sense several Omegas standing near him, their voices nearly cracking as they screamed Wen Jiafei’s name.
His gaze was fixed on Wen Jiafei. As if sensing it, Wen Jiafei briefly paused his movements with the gloves, looked up, and met his eyes from a distance.
Shen Shuyu swallowed, flustered, and wanted to look away, but then he saw Wen Jiafei smile at him.
His attention was instantly captured again.
Wen Jiafei didn’t actually smile often. Even when he did, it was usually very reserved—just a slight lifting of the corners of his mouth. Shen Shuyu had almost never seen a smile like this from him; it was bright and radiant. Even the dim lighting couldn’t obscure that smile.
Although brief, the impact on Shen Shuyu was significant. He felt his heart involuntarily go thump-thump-thump again.
The other spectators who had been watching Wen Jiafei naturally noticed it too. They screamed even louder. Almost everyone in the venue was shouting Wen Jiafei’s name.
Fei.
Shen Shuyu silently repeated the name in his heart.
Soon, the host called Wen Jiafei and Zhong onto the stage. Both of them walked a lap around the ring, greeting the audience.
Shen Shuyu didn’t know if it was his imagination, but he felt that when Wen Jiafei passed by their section, he looked at him several times.
He shook his head. Suddenly, a lightbulb went off, and he remembered the scent of bitter orange he had smelled in the locker room earlier.
It seemed that one time, when he was with Wen Jiafei, he had smelled it too.
When he asked Wen Jiafei about it back then, Wen Jiafei said he didn’t smell anything, and he had seemed a bit unnatural at the time.
In this moment of deafening noise, looking at Wen Jiafei warming up on the stage, a very bold idea suddenly formed in Shen Shuyu’s mind.
That bitter orange scent—could it be Wen Jiafei’s… pheromones?
Shen Shuyu looked up, staring intently at Wen Jiafei. Yes, it had to be.
In this world, apart from Betas who liked to wear perfume, Alphas and Omegas didn’t care for it because they had their own pheromones. Their natural scents were attractive enough on their own.
He hadn’t smelled it wrong. That bitter orange scent definitely came from Wen Jiafei.
So, were Wen Jiafei’s glands… starting to recover?
Shen Shuyu frowned slightly. He hadn’t heard Wen Jiafei mention any plans to restore his glands, and Wen Jiafei wouldn’t lie to him about something like this.
He thought for a moment. Could it be secondary differentiation?
Compared to restoring glands, the probability of secondary differentiation was likely higher.
So now the question was: Did Wen Jiafei know he was starting to undergo secondary differentiation?
Recommended Reads
![[ABO] President Shou Is Not a Total Shou](https://beereads.space/wp-content/uploads/2026/01/the-shou-is-not-a-total-shou-214x300.jpg)
