Enemies Meet on a Narrow Road

"It's you!?"

After freezing for a few seconds, Li Mao suddenly let out a shrill, miserable scream.

Faced with the near-breakdown in the person beneath him's questioning, Wan Fuqi seemed utterly unmoved.

His tone was frivolous, carrying a hint of vicious amusement.

"What? You're not happy it's your husband? Then who did you want it to be? That old balding bastard? Is that your type?"

Li Mao was even more tongue-tied when emotional. Unable to say anything, he could only keep shaking his head as Wan Fuqi spoke, stubbornly trying to deny everything.

"What does shaking your head mean? You're unhappy that it's me? You'd only be happy lying on that filthy bed at the clinic, the one who knows how many people have lain on it, right?"

"Weren't you always shouting about how you were some noble Alpha who could only mark others? Did I make you feel too good that night, so you couldn't forget it afterward? Or are you fundamentally just someone begging to be marked, your true nature exposed after being marked once? Hmm?"

The other man's words grew increasingly ugly, perfectly embodying the word "humiliation."

For several moments, Li Mao truly had the illusion that he'd been caught in bed with someone else by his husband and was now being viciously punished for it.

He had no idea what this sharp-tongued deaf man was so angry about. No matter how one looked at it, that night had only been a fleeting encounter.

He hadn't even held it against him for permanently marking him, yet this man was turning the tables and making it seem as though Li Mao had put some enormous pair of horns on him.

Most importantly!

Shouldn't the person who ought to be angry right now be him, the one who'd been screwed over again and again?

Having calmed down a little, Li Mao's brain finally began working again, and he shouted back at Wan Fuqi.

"Who I let, let sleep with me! Who I sleep with! What, what the hell does it have to do with you! You think just because you fucked me once, you, you get to tell me how to live my life!"

"You think you're any, any different from those worthless dogs you say can only fantasize about me! You think you're pure, pure while I'm cheap, is that it?"

"Then how, how did you get a business connection with that balding guy? Are you, are you some kind of superior person? You're just a beast in human clothing wearing an extra layer of, of rich man's skin!"

"I'd fucking rather, rather let that black-hearted old balding bastard sleep with me than let, let you touch me even once!"

"Get lost!!"

Li Mao was like an enraged, round pufferfish. Even after cursing him out, he kept gasping for breath.

For someone who stuttered, the physical exertion of saying such a long speech to express his emotions was no less exhausting than running a marathon.

And throughout it all, he'd been afraid that Enigma would use the same trick as last time and interrupt the words he wanted to say.

Fortunately, Enigma had given him the chance to finish speaking this time.

After saying all that, the knot of frustration in Li Mao's chest seemed to loosen a little.

In fact, when he learned that the person in the room with him was the Enigma from that night, he had actually felt a stupid flicker of relief.

Of course, the resentment and embarrassed fury, the hatred that made him want to chop this man into pieces, were still there.

He didn't know what he was feeling relieved about.

Maybe it was because he knew this man a little?

Perhaps his fear of the unknown had suddenly become a little more manageable?

Or perhaps he was glad the situation hadn't become even worse?

At least he hadn't been completely deceived by that black-hearted doctor before discovering the truth?

Or maybe, after all the twists and turns, the only person in this world who had seen him like this was this one Enigma.

At the very least, if he stabbed this one Enigma to death someday, his revenge would be complete. He wouldn't have to scour the world and stab every one of those beasts in human clothing one by one, right?

In the end, Li Mao could only describe his mood as accidentally stepping in shit while walking, then looking down to find himself in a cesspit surrounded on all sides by years' worth of old shit, except the pile he'd stepped on happened to be the prettiest one.

But shit was still shit. It was all disgusting and unlucky.

Li Mao might have felt much better after cursing him out, but Wan Fuqi was no longer as pleased as he had been at the beginning.

His face had darkened into a lump of charcoal. Those two blue eyes had turned from a tranquil lake into ice in the dead of winter, radiating waves of coldness.

If Li Mao hadn't temporarily lost his ability to sense pheromones, he would probably have been scared into wetting the bed by the pheromones this man was releasing.

Of course, it wasn't that Li Mao was cowardly. This innate physiological suppression was simply too overwhelming; it wasn't something he could resist just because he wanted to. That was why he had gone to such lengths, at any cost, to wash away the mark on his body.

Li Mao felt that nothing in this world could be worse than being an Alpha bearing Enigma's mark.

So whether it was extracting his pheromones or getting fully anesthetized at a tiny clinic to have the mark removed, he had accepted it all.

But the outcome proved that there were still more bad people in this world.

"Heh..."

Just as Li Mao was wondering whether it counted as intentional murder if Enigma was so angered by his words that he suddenly died on top of him, the man let out a few cold laughs.

His body trembled as he laughed.

Li Mao immediately bit down on his lower lip as well, refusing to let any sounds that didn't belong in this debate slip out.

"Mm!"

A pair of iron-pincer hands gripped his neck in fury.

Enigma's voice pressed against his ear.

"Darling, stop saying things that make me angry. Of course I'm different from them. I'm your real husband."

"Being locked on my bed for the rest of your life isn't much different from being locked on that operating table at the clinic for the rest of your life, is it? If you like it this way, then we'll keep doing it this way. Cover your eyes, and you won't know who I am, where I'll start touching you, what I'll bring to make you feel good, or what position I'll use to fuck you until you beg..."

"Isn't it exciting? Your husband alone can satisfy everything you need..."

With his other hand, Wan Fuqi lifted the blindfold from Li Mao's face.

Those long, slightly upturned eyes were red from crying. Several tears clung to his long, straight lashes, trembling as though they were about to fall, making one's heart itch.

Most important of all was the hatred in those eyes.

Wan Fuqi smiled as he wished.

Isn't he looking at me with those eyes? Why say those things to make me angry?

He bent slightly to kiss away the tears at the corner of the Alpha's eyes and softly said, "Darling, everything about you has something to do with me. You're only allowed to sleep with me. You can only sleep with me. We've slept together more than once—the hotel was the first time, the clinic was the second, and now is the third... There will be countless more times after this..."

"Li Mao, stop crying. Open your eyes and look at me. Remember what your husband looks like, okay? Hmm?"