The Stunning Omega of the Commander Tears the Cannon Fodder Script chapter 71

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Chapter 71: “Patients Shouldn’t Exercise Vigorously, Let Me Do It This Time…”

Before Shen Zhuo could speak, he was kissed on the corner of his mouth.

Du Xun looked at him and kissed him again.

And then another kiss.

In such intimate proximity, he could hear the other’s heartbeat as they nuzzled.

The touches on his lips were like butterflies landing, scattering sweet dust with the flutter of their wings.

Shen Zhuo tilted his neck back: “You’ve kissed too much.”

But immediately, he wrapped his arms around the man and leaned in: “Giving it back to you.”

The boy’s lips were soft and warm, like jelly soaked in a comforting hot spring.

Du Xun’s eyes crinkled with a warm smile.

A fragrant breath brushed past his collar, smoothed earlier by fingers. Pushing the small table aside, Du Xun deepened the kiss.

Du Xun was no longer cautiously humble.

He felt it—the person he loved needed his passionate response.

The love that had been boiling in a dark room for years finally had a chance to see the light of day.

It poured out like fire.

When the kiss ended, Shen Zhuo lay panting in the man’s arms.

He suddenly remembered what Feng Ming had said in his madness.

“Feng Ming said you wouldn’t get the throne…” The boy frowned. “What did he mean?”

Du Xun’s fingers slowly combed through the boy’s soft hair.

His gaze was indifferent.

As if looking past all the bloodshed and betrayal he had witnessed as a child, staring at that detached, cold figure:

“My mother was Queen Mingya.”

Du Xun’s voice was calm and slow, narrating with the detachment of watching a fire from across the river.

Shen Zhuo’s eyes widened abruptly, and he straightened up from Du Xun’s embrace.

“You are…”

Shen Zhuo knew the rumors about a lost royal child, and his throat suddenly felt dry.

He recalled the meeting with the Queen that day.

The tension between them was now explained.

And also, the phrase “only be a brother” said to Feng Muxi.

“You are the First Prince?”

Du Xun lowered his eyes and shook his head after a few seconds.

“I don’t want that identity, nor is it necessary.”

“Just as Feng Ming said.”

“I don’t want the throne—or rather…”

He turned to look at the boy, his gaze serious and heavy: “I don’t want anyone to inherit the throne anymore.”

“This world is too unfair.”

Shen Zhuo seemed to understand what he meant.

Du Xun slowly rubbed the boy’s hand.

Shen Zhuo thought of what had happened during the entrance exam.

It wasn’t just ability that created hierarchy.

“Gender, rank, identity—there are too many reasons for people to be ostracized and abandoned. So, you want an equal country, don’t you?” Shen Zhuo asked.

Du Xun didn’t hide it anymore: “Yes.”

Shen Zhuo suddenly smiled.

Du Xun had seen him smile many times.

But this time was exceptionally different.

It was a pure, youthful pride and confidence.

Like a hawk soaring in the boundless blue sky with its newly fully-fledged wings.

So vibrant that one wanted to reach out and hold it.

Yet reluctant to bind it.

Shen Zhuo said: “Such a grand dream should include me.”

He tightened his grip on Du Xun’s hand, interlocking their fingers.

The moment their palms pressed together, their hearts seemed to connect.

The boy spoke solemnly: “Let me stand by your side.”

“Together, let’s create a fair new world.”

Grand wishes need to be built bit by bit through tedious, basic life.

After Du Xun woke up, the hospital held a consultation before confirming he could go home to recuperate.

Shen Zhuo suggested the man return to the manor:

“Your injuries haven’t healed. I’ll go back to see you every week.”

But Du Xun refused.

“I can’t go a day without seeing my wife.”

His words were full of coquetry.

Yet Du Xun looked as serious as ever when he said it.

It made Shen Zhuo glance at him sideways.

Du Xun reached out and wrapped his arm around the boy’s waist, nodding as if to prove himself.

Shen Zhuo lowered his eyes; Du Xun’s hand was already resting on his waist as if no one else was around.

Shen Zhuo: “…”

Ever since the proposal, Du Xun seemed like a different person.

He had become bold in everything.

Not just doing intimate things in bed, but sometimes being overly daring.

Wishing he could kiss and touch anytime, anywhere.

Like right now.

Chu Baixian, standing opposite them listening to the doctor’s arrangements for Du Xun’s discharge and handovers, was speechless: “…………”

“Hey, showing off in front of a bachelor, be careful of karma.” Chu Baixian rolled his eyes almost to the sky.

Du Xun said indifferently: “The military doesn’t mandate being single.”

For some reason, a hint of boasting could be heard, “I’m married.”

Silence for a second.

Chu Baixian: “…”

My mother tongue is speechless.

“Ah yes yes yes, I know you’re married.” Chu Baixian’s eye twitched. “Your wife has been so tired these past few days, he deserves compensation.”

Chu Baixian’s expression twisted:

“Then I’ve cleaned up your mess for five days, aren’t you going to compensate me?!”

Du Xun remained calm: “You’re not my wife.”

Chu Baixian felt choked.

He held it in for a long time, his face turning red.

Fine.

Fine!

“Xiao Zhuo, I want a week off!”

Chu Baixian turned to Shen Zhuo, blinking his eyes for help.

“Follow the procedure for leave requests; asking my wife is useless.”

Du Xun’s mischievous hand was caught by Shen Zhuo, who glared at him like a kitten, a silent warning.

Du Xun: “…”

Du Xun: “Where’s the leave application?”

Chu Baixian: Hehe.

Chu Baixian: Gotcha!

Chu Baixian asked the nurse for pen and paper, scribbled a few words, and handed it to Du Xun.

Du Xun kept a cold face but signed it.

“Woo woo, thank you Xiao Zhuo.”

Chu Baixian kissed the leave slip with satisfaction and tried to kiss Shen Zhuo too.

Du Xun frowned and pushed him away: “Don’t kiss him.”

Chu Baixian stumbled from the shove.

“Aren’t you a patient?! How are you still so strong!”

Du Xun grabbed Shen Zhuo’s hand and walked away.

In terms of being playful, Shen Zhuo really saw a resemblance between Chu Baixian and Ji Weishen.

“Let’s go, let’s go home.” Du Xun tightened his grip on Shen Zhuo’s hand.

Tomorrow was Saturday, and Shen Zhuo’s practical class ended two hours early this afternoon.

When Du Xun was discharged, it was two in the afternoon.

Saying he didn’t want Du Xun to be too tired, Shen Zhuo didn’t go home but went directly to the dorm.

The dorm room had been tidied up by An; aside from being too empty, there was nothing to complain about.

But Shen Zhuo stood at the door contemplating for a long while.

“I’m going out to buy some things. Be good and stay home.”

Du Xun stubbornly held onto Shen Zhuo’s hand: “Where are you going?”

Shen Zhuo felt more than once that his alpha was too clingy.

Especially after waking up this time.

“Going to the supermarket to buy some things, I’ll be back soon.”

Du Xun pulled the boy back into his arms just as he tried to leave.

“No, you can’t leave me home alone.”

Shen Zhuo lifted his face from his chest and promised:

“I’ll just be gone for an hour, no, half an hour. I’ll be back in half an hour.”

Du Xun lowered his eyes, the loneliness reappearing in them.

Shen Zhuo couldn’t stand that look from Du Xun.

He immediately grabbed the alpha’s arm: “Fine! Let’s go together.”

Shen Zhuo went to the supermarket to buy some decorations for their home.

The dorm was too empty; they had to live there for half a year.

It needed a homely atmosphere.

Du Xun pushed the cart behind Shen Zhuo.

In the dorm, after the boy asked “Is your body up for it?” for the fourth time, Du Xun sealed the deal to come to the supermarket with a kiss that made Shen Zhuo melt against him.

Every item Shen Zhuo looked at seemed useful.

Strawberry bear toothbrush holder, cute, bought.

Pretty flower doormat, nice, bought.

Four hooks for ten yuan, economical, bought.

Ceramic couple chopsticks and bowl set, practical, bought.

From decorations to potentially useful items, Shen Zhuo put them into the shopping cart one by one.

Du Xun watched the pile of things in the cart grow into a mountain.

He had to reach out occasionally to protect them.

To prevent the LCD TV and full-length mirror from falling to the ground.

“What else do we need?” Shen Zhuo shopped happily, turning to ask the alpha.

Du Xun watched the boy’s joyful back and enjoyed it just as much:

“Take whatever you want.”

Shen Zhuo took out a card from his pocket.

It was the salary card Du Xun had given him a long time ago.

Shen Zhuo had never used it.

He hadn’t tried what it felt like to spend his husband’s money.

Then, Shen Zhuo looked at the zeros displayed on the cash register, blinked hard, and counted.

One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, hundred thousand, million, ten million…

There were more zeros, and not just one.

The cashier’s expression turned from surprise to ingratiating flattery as she handed the card back to Shen Zhuo with both hands.

On the way home, Shen Zhuo found it a bit hard to speak.

Spending his husband’s money felt good, but…

“What does Madam want to tell me?” Du Xun found it amusing.

Shen Zhuo glanced at his alpha and bit his lip:

“Did you… find a mine?”

Du Xun wouldn’t do illegal things, so having so much money probably meant he really had a mine.

“The Commander-in-Chief’s salary is twenty million a year, and successful campaigns yield bonuses based on their size.”

“There’s also an inheritance from Queen Mingya.”

Du Xun pinched the tip of Shen Zhuo’s nose at a red light: “Why, did you think I did something bad?”

Shen Zhuo immediately denied it, looking straight ahead: “No.”

Shen Xuyin was rich because of generations of family accumulation.

Plus, Shen Xuyin’s salary wasn’t low either; his annual income was considerable.

But Du Xun had been alone since leaving the royal family.

Reaching his current position step by step on his own ability, how much suffering had Du Xun endured?

Du Xun had been disheartened by the royal family to resolutely cut ties.

What had happened to him?

Shen Zhuo pursed his lips.

He didn’t press further.

Tearing open scars is more painful than being injured.

Perhaps when everything settles, Du Xun will tell him everything on his own.

At that time, he just needs to listen quietly.

Back at the dorm, Shen Zhuo started decorating.

It took over an hour to finally make the dorm feel like home.

A layer of pale yellow sheer curtains was added outside the blackout curtains, a pair of cute toothbrush holders sat on the washstand, the tablecloth was changed to a sunflower pattern, and a small succulent pot was placed on the windowsill.

Many useless little things.

But they made it cozy.

Du Xun was arranged to sit on the sofa and not move.

Watching Shen Zhuo bring items belonging to a home into this empty dorm one by one.

It seemed to fill his heart too, soaking it in honey.

Du Xun watched, suddenly frowned slightly, inhaling deeply to endure the sudden pain in his gland.

But the pain, like bones being crushed all over his body, only lasted for two seconds.

Du Xun looked up, and his still furrowed brow was stroked by warm fingertips.

Shen Zhuo wrapped his arms around Du Xun’s neck and straddled his lap.

Strong, soothing pheromones exploded.

The boy held the man’s hand and guided it to his waist.

“It is said that… can speed up pheromone fusion and alleviate your pain.”