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On the way there, Wen Zhongyi was visibly uneasy. He couldn’t help but ask, “Should we buy something first? Is it rude to show up empty-handed?” “No need,” Meng Chuan waved a hand casually. “They don’t lack anything—except a daughter-in-law and a grandchild.” Wen Zhongyi opened his mouth, wanting to say more, but then caught sight of the scratch on Meng Chuan’s ear. “What happened to your ear?” He had been so preoccupied with the nerves of meeting his in-laws that he…- 144.9 K • Completed
- After Zhou Lu left, Wen Zhongyi found it hard to settle down. He couldn’t fully concentrate on his workbook, absentmindedly clicking his pen over and over. It was clear that Meng Chuan hadn’t told his parents about their relationship yet. After all, it wasn’t an easy thing to explain. Maybe Meng Chuan wasn’t ready, or maybe he was—but just hadn’t gotten around to it. Whatever the reason, Wen Zhongyi could understand. He thought Zhou Lu hadn’t noticed anything unusual, but once…
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- Just as Wen Zhongyi finished his shower, turned off the lights, and was about to close his eyes and sleep— Meng Chuan called him for a video chat. Wen Zhongyi turned over and sat up, switched on the bedside lamp, and leaned against the headboard as he answered the call. The screen lagged for a second before Meng Chuan’s face appeared. Unlike the dim lighting on Wen Zhongyi’s end, Meng Chuan’s room was brightly lit. He was shirtless, sitting on the hotel bed with a laptop on his legs,…
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- After Meng Chuan left, the house felt much emptier. Wen Zhongyi had dinner alone, then leaned against the sofa watching TV for a while. Only a floor lamp was on in the living room, and the television was playing a documentary he liked. He leaned against a cushion, gently rubbing his hand over his lower abdomen, but for some reason, he couldn’t find any interest in it. The noise from the TV started to feel irritating. Wen Zhongyi picked up the remote and turned it off. Before Meng Chuan had…
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- The bedroom curtains were drawn, and no lights were on—only a faint glow filtered in from the living room. Meng Chuan had turned Wen Zhongyi’s wardrobe into a mess. Clothes were scattered all over the bed, and like a bird building its nest, he had piled them up into a makeshift den for himself. Shirtless, he curled up in the heap of Wen Zhongyi’s clothes, the muscles on his back sharply defined. The room was thick with the mingled scent of pheromones. Wen Zhongyi even noticed a pair of clean…
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- Thanks to Meng Chuan’s care, Wen Zhongyi didn’t find this snowstorm particularly hard to endure. He spent his days at home reading books, doing exercises, watering the plants, and occasionally, when the mood struck him, standing by the window to watch the heavy snow outside. Meng Chuan, on the other hand, was out early and back late every day. He had many things to deal with. Although Wen Zhongyi never pried into his work, he could always catch bits and pieces through financial news…
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- In the bathroom, Wen Zhongyi finished his shower and dried himself off unhurriedly. He slipped on his robe and bent down to pull a hair dryer from the drawer below. As he dried his hair, he looked at himself in the mirror. Aside from his hair being slightly longer, he didn’t look much different from before. He never paid much attention to his appearance, couldn’t tell if he’d lost or gained weight—but there was one thing Wen Zhongyi saw clearly. Beneath the open robe, his belly had…
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- A few days ago, Wen Zhongyi picked up a part-time job at a bookstore. The owner was kind and, after hearing about his situation, paid him half a month’s wages in advance. Wen Zhongyi first paid Yang Jiaran back, then went to the second-hand market and bought a cheap phone. Yang Jiaran gave him an extra SIM card he wasn’t using. The phone was old and kept blacking out, but at least it still worked. Wen Zhongyi only downloaded a few basic apps, and his contacts list had only one person—Yang…
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- Wen Zhongyi sat on the sofa. Meng Chuan went to pour him a cup of hot water, tested the temperature to make sure it was just right, and then handed it to him. “Drink some water first, soothe your throat.” Just moments ago at the bathroom door, the two of them had stood in a silent standoff for half a minute. Wen Zhongyi said nothing, and Meng Chuan refused to step aside—just stared at him, unwavering, until Wen Zhongyi’s expression began to waver. But the moment Wen Zhongyi uttered a few…
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- When Meng Chuan suggested they sleep in the same room so he could take care of him, Wen Zhongyi still refused. He was already used to sleeping alone. Even without Meng Chuan by his side, though his sleep might not be as sound as before, it was still fine. Wen Zhongyi had never been the kind of omega who was overly dependent on his partner’s pheromones. Besides, now that the two of them were living in the same house, the lingering traces of each other’s scent on their bodies were already enough…
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