What the Hell Do You Mean, Voluntary?

[Bunny Baby at Home: As for dating me, darling, have you thought it over?]

Wan Fuqi sat in his seat for a long time before finally picking up his phone and sending a message to the little stutter who was giving him the silent treatment.

What was voluntary?

It meant being fully conscious, under no threat, free from coercion, and making decisions and taking actions entirely according to one's own wishes.

So Li Mao's answer this time had been completely voluntary, hadn't it?

And yet...

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Wan Fuqi: ...

One second ago, he had been confidently arguing with Wan Song that someone who had no feelings for you could never spend the most intimate susceptible period with you.

The next second, he had been blocked by his so-called intimate partner.

He had clearly prepared a waist chain and that "Vanishing Clinic" as gifts for Li Mao.

He had clearly been looking forward to taking their relationship one step further...

Wan Fuqi stared at the cold notification, so different from the sweet memories of the past seven days. His brows slowly drew together, and the muscles in his jaw twitched twice despite his restraint.

What bullshit voluntary!

How could there be so much voluntary choice in this world?

Who chose to be born?

And who chose to die?

Had he chosen to become a rare, high-risk gender monitored by a wristband for eighteen years?

There was no such thing as that much voluntary choice in the world. With benefits, tactics, pressure, and force, a relationship could still be born and maintained for a long time.

He liked Li Mao.

All he wanted was for Li Mao to remain by his side forever.

As for Li Mao, he dared to guarantee that staying by his side was the best possible answer for his life.

Sooner or later, the little stutter would understand that...

Wan Fuqi's thumb drifted over the various letters and punctuation marks on the keyboard.

He wanted to find a loose end amid his tangled emotions, turn it into a message, and send it to the person responsible for all this.

But even after thinking for a long time, he could not decide which pinyin letter to begin with.

The cursor in the chat box blinked again and again, its rhythm like his heartbeat whenever he saw that little stutter with the long golden hair.

Not until the bell rang again and the noise in the hallway faded away completely.

The small flame blazing in Wan Fuqi's chest was also extinguished by the image that kept flashing through his mind whenever he thought of Li Mao over those few minutes—Li Mao's tear-filled eyes as Wan Fuqi bullied him.

Forget it...

Whatever he typed now, he could not send it anyway...

Wan Fuqi exited the chat box where he had already been blocked.

Then he opened another chat labeled "Assistant."

[Bunny Baby at Home: Send me Alpha's current location.]

The reply came quickly, as if the assistant had expected this question long ago.

[Assistant: He is currently at Willow City Third People's Hospital.]

This assistant had handled Wan Fuqi's daily trivialities and personal safety ever since before he came of age. Officially, he was a private assistant, but in truth, he was also responsible for watching and monitoring him.

Although Wan Fuqi's private life had no longer been subject to anyone's supervision after he became an adult.

Wan Song had still sent this life assistant to Willow City, claiming that they could not burn bridges after crossing them or kill the donkey once it had finished grinding the mill. After someone had completed the most dangerous job in the world, how could they just be left unemployed?

He had come to Willow City to pay Wan Fuqi's utility bills and carry his schoolbag after class, treating it as retirement.

As for Wan Song's true purpose, Wan Fuqi naturally understood it.

Otherwise, he would have kept that little stutter by his side on the very first night.

But at this point, it could hardly be called surveillance. From his earlier conversation with Wan Song, it was easy to tell that Wan Song did not know much about his life in Willow City and seemingly had not asked this private assistant about it either.

Now, because of the little stutter, he had instead begun frequently taking the initiative to ask this assistant—whom he had once found irritating to the bone—to handle things for him.

Facts proved that although Wan Song had a foul mouth, the people she trained were still very useful.

Since that night at the hotel, he had ordered the assistant to investigate Li Mao's identity and monitor his life, reporting to him if anything unusual happened.

After all, at the time, he had no time to play cat and mouse with the little stutter.

But unexpectedly, the first report he received was that the little stutter had boldly gone to sell pheromones, only to be drugged and openly priced by a shady clinic.

Fortunately, from the moment Li Mao had prepared to sell his pheromones, the assistant had tracked his movements in real time.

Otherwise, even Wan Fuqi had no idea what might have happened that day.

Thinking of this, Wan Fuqi felt a little angry again at the little stutter for overestimating himself.

But the assistant's next words added fuel to the fire that had reignited in his heart.

[Assistant: The waist chain you previously asked me to have customized has just received new transaction information. Mr. Li sold it to a pawnshop for 2,500 yuan, and it is currently listed on a related secondhand website.]

Wan Fuqi had never realized that a few dozen Chinese characters could hold such power.

He knew the little stutter liked money.

Back then, under his "harsh interrogation," the little stutter had confessed honestly that he had been hired by Wan Fuqi's enemy for two thousand yuan to ruin his "innocence."

From another angle, Li Mao had actually done a pretty good job.

Not only had he taken his "innocence" to some extent, he had also made Wan Fuqi experience first love in a simple and brutal way.

Taking all that into consideration, Wan Fuqi had hired a designer to customize a waist chain as a gift for Li Mao.

It was a designer custom piece, priceless despite having a market value. The material itself was worthless; what mattered was the sentiment.

He had naively believed that such a gift might luckily remain in the hands of the money-loving little stutter.

He had not expected to still underestimate this person's moral bottom line.

Two thousand five hundred yuan.

It was not even enough to book an appointment with the designer.

Darling, you really did a wonderful job.

Li Mao's stunt made Wan Fuqi so angry that he laughed instead.

He grabbed the schoolbag from his seat and strode out of the classroom.

Wan Fuqi headed straight for the school parking lot. After getting into his car, he took out his phone and patiently sent another message to the assistant.

[Bunny Baby at Home: Do you know why he went to the hospital? Which department did he register for? Is he feeling unwell, or...?]

As always, the assistant replied promptly.

[Assistant: Mr. Li registered at the Marking Specialty Treatment Department.]

Wan Fuqi felt the veins in his forehead throb violently.

He tossed his phone onto the passenger seat, slammed on the accelerator, and sped out of the parking lot toward the hospital where Li Mao was.

Ninety-nine percent of the people who went to the Marking Specialty Treatment Department were there to remove a mark.

Seven days later, his Alpha still had not given up on the idea of washing away the mark.

It was his fault.

He had thought he had already taught him enough of a lesson.

The book has been unblocked!

Thank you all for waiting!

I wrote a short chapter to celebrate!

Around seven thousand words were cut from the earlier content. The plot basically has not changed, but a lot was removed, so some parts may not connect smoothly before and after.

Daily updates will probably begin around January 20th or 21st.