Chapter 02 

Title : Pheromone Scam

Translator : System Yaoi

Chapter 02 

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Upon returning home, He Yuan supported Fu Sheng and helped him take a bath. He prepared the bathwater for him and went to the bedroom to fetch clean pyjamas. As he passed by his own study, he paused for a moment and chose to push the door open and inject a dose of pheromones.

The apartment had four rooms: a bedroom connected to a dressing room, an unoccupied guest room, and two study rooms, one belonging to He Yuan and the other to Fu Sheng. They respected each other’s privacy and would not enter each other’s study rooms without permission. So, He Yuan had hidden many vials of pheromones in his study over the past five years, and Fu Sheng had never noticed.

He Yuan calmly injected the pheromones, touched the scar on the back of his neck where Fu Sheng had bitten his gland as a mark. Fu Sheng had asked how the scar came about the first time he marked the gland, and He Yuan had replied that it was from a fight where he was scratched by glass. He had undergone scar removal surgery, but because it was a sensitive area, they couldn’t completely remove it, leaving a visible scar.

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Fu Sheng greatly enjoyed seeing him lose control, satisfying his hidden desire for dominance.

He Yuan was heavily suppressed by the pheromones, trembling all over. The pheromones of an S-class alpha were too overpowering for him as a beta to bear, and this was still under the premise of Fu Sheng intentionally restraining himself. It was hard to imagine how terrifying it would be when an alpha fully entered their heat period.

Lost in his thoughts, He Yuan felt a pain in his neck and looked up at Fu Sheng, who had bitten his gland. Fu Sheng looked down at him from a superior position, his lips stained with a drop of blood. His appearance was cold and s*xy, his expression effortless, and behind him was a halo from the flickering incandescent light, making it difficult for He Yuan to keep his eyes open.

He Yuan was in pain. Fu Sheng never exercised any restraint in these matters, let alone being gentle.

They both enjoyed intensity, even to the point of wanting to kill or be killed.

He Yuan thought to himself that while their pheromones didn’t match perfectly, they were incredibly compatible in this aspect. He also liked it a bit rough, as it allowed him to completely indulge and immerse himself in it.

“Why are you daydreaming again at a time like this?”

Fu Sheng caressed He Yuan’s gland, which had been bitten and broken. He pressed down forcefully, causing He Yuan to groan in pain and snap back to reality.

He Yuan narrowed his eyes. Despite the pain in his neck and lower body, he still placed his hands on Fu Sheng’s neck and obediently nestled up against him, without discerning right from wrong, as if he didn’t feel the pain. Regardless of what Fu Sheng gave him, whether it was pleasure or pain, he would accept it all, obediently and completely, to the point of breaking one’s heart.

“You’re so beautiful,” He Yuan gasped, his light kisses falling randomly on Fu Sheng’s face, his infatuation evident. “Fu Sheng, I like you. You are… the epitome of perfection in my heart.”

Everyone has their own set of aesthetic standards. They may be amazed by various types of beauties, but only feel a strong attraction to someone who fits their aesthetic standards, even if many others may not understand it.

Of course, it’s not to say that only He Yuan appreciates Fu Sheng’s appearance. Fu Sheng is conventionally handsome, with sharp eyebrows, starry eyes, well-defined facial features, a cold and tough temperament. Coupled with his high-ranking military position, he exudes an air of dignity, strength, and wise calmness, making him an ideal partner for many.

“You’re quite the smooth talker,” Fu Sheng commented.

Fu Sheng let He Yuan kiss his face, allowing him to explore his lips and Adam’s apple, indulging in He Yuan’s infatuation. Then he released his limbs and devoured him.

**

An hour later, Fu Sheng carried He Yuan, who was wrapped in a sleeping gown, and placed him forcefully by the dining table. He said, “Accompany me.”

He Yuan nodded drowsily and slumped over the table, watching as Fu Sheng drank two bowls of warm soup, completely eliminating the smell of alcohol. Then, he engaged in conversation with Fu Sheng, “I’m planning to visit Dian Nan in a few days.”

Fu Sheng asked, “What are you going there for?”

He Yuan replied, “It’s grandmother’s birthday next month. I’m going to Dian Nan to find some high-quality jade.” She’s Fu Sheng’s grandmother and she’s particularly fond of collecting jade.

Fu Sheng frowned, “Just instruct someone to do it. There’s no need for you to personally make the trip.”

“For my grandmother’s birthday, I want to go myself because I don’t trust others to do it. It shows sincerity when I go in person,” He Yuan said with a smile. “I also plan to take a few students with me to gain some experience. The school has assigned this task.”

He Yuan was a geology professor at a prestigious university in the capital city and was considered an expert in gambling on stones. Making a personal trip to Dian Nan to select high-quality jade was enough to demonstrate his sincerity.

Fu Sheng asked, “How long will you be gone?”

“About three days,” He Yuan answered.

Fu Sheng inquired, “When are you going?”

“Tomorrow,” He Yuan replied.

As they exchanged questions and answers, a sleepy-eyed He Yuan listened. Seeing his drowsy state, Fu Sheng didn’t inquire further and only said, “Your job is time-consuming and troublesome. You might as well quit.” He Yuan smiled but didn’t respond. This remark had been made countless times, and Fu Sheng always found fault with his lack of ambition.

In Fu Sheng’s view, even being a university professor was mediocre. Others in the academic field could establish prestigious family legacies, with students flourishing everywhere and influential connections throughout the country. They could become respected artists, while He Yuan, on the other hand, was just a geology professor, teaching students to dig rocks every day—a lowly and insignificant figure with limited prospects.

He Yuan had explained that being a geology professor was not just about digging rocks, but Fu Sheng had little patience to understand. He stopped discussing the matter, realising that compared to Fu Sheng and the influential people he associated with, he truly had achieved nothing.

Fu Sheng furrowed his brow, and despite not yet reaching thirty, a faint vertical line had already appeared on his forehead. In another ten or twenty years, that line might deepen and even scare children to tears.

The thought of a future where Fu Sheng, with his solemn demeanour, scared children to tears made He Yuan burst into laughter uncontrollably.

Fu Sheng glanced at him, knowing that he was lost in his own whimsical thoughts. He paid no attention and finished two bowls of soup before going to the kitchen to get some braised pork. He ate until he was eighty percent full before stopping.

Fu Sheng said, “Go to sleep.”

Yawning, He Yuan shook his head. “The dishwasher is broken. We can’t leave the dishes overnight.”

Fu Sheng replied, “I’ll wash them.”

He Yuan: “Hmm…”

Struggling to open his eyes, He Yuan pondered for a few seconds, then nodded and went back to his room. As soon as his head touched the pillow, he fell asleep instantly. Just before drifting off, he suddenly remembered Fang Gaomin mentioning Bei Jia and Fu Sheng saying that Bei Jia had helped him. What kind of situation could make Bei Jia assist the highly influential Fu Sheng?

Before sinking into the realm of dreams, He Yuan sensed Fu Sheng entering the room and lying beside him, his arm resting on his waist. As the dissipating pheromones evaporated completely, the scent of iron-like pheromones that He Yuan could smell gradually became faint, like smoke and mist.

**

He Yuan spent two busy days in southern Yunnan, taking three geology graduate students and exploring the karst landforms of a small town, taking photos, conducting surveys, and making records. They would leave in the morning and return to the hotel with exhausted bodies only at sunset. On the last day, He Yuan even went to the gambling stone market and picked out a piece of good-quality stone, a Hetian jade that could be used to make a complete set of women’s jewellery.

He entrusted a renowned local jade carver to help create a classic set of women’s jewellery using the jade. After the jade carver finished designing the drawings, he mentioned that there was still a small amount of jade remaining. He Yuan then asked the jade carver to carve two men’s rings from the remaining jade.

It would take approximately two weeks, which would be in time for Fu Sheng’s grandmother’s birthday. He Yuan calculated the time and felt reassured. With the geological survey tasks completed, he would use the remaining time to visit local tourist attractions.

The students went off to enjoy themselves individually, and He Yuan took a solitary stroll through the night streets. Suddenly, he missed Fu Sheng, who was thousands of miles away.

When they had just started dating, they were full of affection and tenderness. Back then, Fu Sheng didn’t hold any important positions, and they would have dates in the night streets, walking among the crowd, secretly holding hands and stealing kisses in the shadows, exuding the sweet and sour aroma of young love.

After getting married, Fu Sheng became increasingly busy, often going on business trips for ten days or half a month, sometimes even for half a year. As he held a high-ranking position in the military, his special assignments required secrecy, and he would suddenly leave without informing He Yuan.

He Yuan walked aimlessly, suddenly realising he was far away from the crowd. The surroundings were quiet and deserted, but in the distance, there was a brightly lit villa. Occasionally, one or two luxury cars would drive towards that villa, probably some kind of entertainment club for local wealthy businessmen.

With these thoughts in mind, He Yuan turned around to leave. Suddenly, a sports car whizzed past him, then reversed and stopped by his side. The person inside rolled down the window, took off their sunglasses, and revealed a familiar mocking smile. “He Yuan?”

Fang Gaomin? He Yuan remained composed. “Hello, Mr. Fang.”

Fang Gaomin scanned He Yuan up and down. “So you’re in southern Yunnan.” A smile of sudden realisation appeared on his lips, and his scrutinising gaze seemed to anticipate the start of a grand drama. “How long have you been here? Haven’t you been in contact with Fu Sheng? You don’t know…”

“Don’t know what?” Of course, He Yuan had been in contact with Fu Sheng. They had exchanged messages, but he hadn’t received a reply today.

“It’s nothing,” Fang Gaomin shrugged. “Do you want to go inside? I can take you in.”

He Yuan lowered his gaze and declined, “No need.”

Fang Gaomin insisted, “Don’t be polite. After all, you’re still my sister-in-law as long as you and Fu Sheng aren’t divorced. Get in the car, He Yuan.”

He Yuan remained silent.

Fang Gaomin’s smile gradually mixed with a hint of disdain, as if at this moment, he and Fu Sheng were on the same side, looking down on He Yuan’s indecisiveness and lack of ambition. He Yuan’s hesitant and indecisive demeanor was truly unimpressive.

Just as Fang Gaomin was losing patience and about to give up, He Yuan suddenly looked up and said, “Fine.”

Fang Gaomin was taken aback, but He Yuan had already opened the car door and sat inside.

He Yuan calmly said, “Let’s go.”

For a split second, Fang Gaomin felt that He Yuan was looking down on him, treating him like a driver.

Shaking his head, Fang Gaomin stepped on the accelerator, taking He Yuan into the brightly lit villa ahead. It was a platform for various grey businesses, including the trade of jade, tobacco smuggling, and other illicit activities in southern Yunnan.

**

Late at night, He Yuan returned to the hotel.

The students had been playing and stayed out late. They had rented two double rooms, with two students sharing one room, while the remaining student, an Omega, stayed with He Yuan. The student sharing the room with He Yuan sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his ankles and complaining about how tired he was, how his feet were covered in blisters, and so on. 

He Yuan ran his fingers through his hair and gently comforted the Omega with a few words. He was accustomed to Omega’s fragility and played the role of caring for others, handing him a spray medication.

The student sweetly thanked him and then lay on the bed, scrolling through social media on his phone. Suddenly, he let out a wailing scream of despair, “Ah, ah, ah!”

He Yuan was startled and turned around to ask, “What’s wrong?”

The young Omega exclaimed, “My idol is in a relationship!”

He Yuan asked, “Your idol is who?”

The student replied, “It’s He Beijia! He Beijia!”

He Yuan hesitated and said, “But isn’t he an O like you?”

The Omega said, “But he’s even cooler than A!”

He Yuan chuckled, “Well, it’s normal for him to be in a relationship.”

The student exclaimed, “My idol being in a relationship means I’ve lost my love. But his partner is so mysterious. The gossip magazines have been trying to capture them for days, but all they have are pictures of their backs. However, today my idol told the media that his partner’s pheromones match his 100 percent, a perfect match! Only one in a million couples have a 100 percent AO compatibility.”

“That’s quite lucky,” He Yuan agreed, while staring at his phone. It was almost midnight and he still hadn’t received a reply to his message. Could it be that Fu Sheng had taken on another mission?

With a “smack,” The Omega student got too excited and accidentally flung his phone to the floor near He Yuan’s feet.

He Yuan picked it up for him and chuckled, saying, “Stay calm, or you’ll end up heartbroken and break…” His gentle words trailed off abruptly as he saw the photo on the phone screen, a paparazzi’s candid shot.

In the photo, He Beijia, with a face exquisitely beautiful to the point of arrogance, looked up at the man walking beside him. Pure joy radiated from his eyes and the corners of his eyebrows. Although the man beside him had his face turned away, how could He Yuan fail to recognize the silhouette of his bedmate?

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