Little Treasure Was Too Well-Behaved

Tribe Hospital.

Bian He looked at the syringe in his hand. "You're giving me this many sedatives. Why not just poison me outright?"

His face was full of disgust as he complained speechlessly.

A group of teammates stood around him, each wearing a worried expression. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought he was about to kick the bucket.

Did they really need to make such a huge fuss? Was it that serious?

Before he could complain again,

a voice came from the neighboring bed. "Bro, when you say that, could you take a look at my hand? You kicked it so hard you fractured it."

A faint complaint came from the other side. "Bro, if you really can't, you could at least look at me. My foot's in a cast. They say it takes a hundred days to recover from broken bones and torn tendons. I won't be able to take missions for the next few months."

Lying in bed, Bian He casually tossed out two cards, which landed precisely on the two beds.

"This is compensation for you. Five hundred thousand gold coins each. I'll cover the medical expenses."

"Sorry. I lost control."

He had thought everything would be fine once he forced the poison out of his body. Instead, too much pheromone had leaked out, and he hadn't received any soothing.

He had happened to run into two foolish birds and lost control for a moment, hurting them.

He wondered whether Wan Ying had been set up during his mission.

After this incident, his wife would probably plant a seed of suspicion in his heart.

This injury had been worth it.

He needed to recover quickly and get home early.

If he found out he hadn't stayed home, what if he found another excuse to abandon him?

The attending physician warned, "But you can't keep acting recklessly in the future. You've suffered from pheromone disorder for a long time, and your condition will only worsen. When that happens, you'll have to wear a Bite Guard long-term to suppress your pheromones."

"Your teammates were the ones injured this time, but what about next time? What if you have an episode on the street? What can you do then? You won't have the slightest awareness at that point, and it'll be easy for you to do things beyond your control."

"Find an Omega with highly compatible pheromones. Only then can your symptoms be alleviated. Why are you unwilling to give it a try?"

"If you keep this up, the higher-ups will forcibly match you with someone."

Someone from above had come down to inspect his injuries and, incidentally, rush him into marriage.

Bian He lay on his side in bed, pretending to sleep soundly.

The old man beside him was displeased. "Look at him. Every time I bring this up, he pretends to be asleep."

"Do you know you're an extremely rare gender? There aren't many like you in the entire world. If we hadn't suppressed your medical report, do you think the higher-ups wouldn't know? So many people want to study the existence of a higher gender. Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

"Bian He, if there's someone you like, then form a lifelong mark with him and have him soothe you with pheromones every month."

"If that doesn't work, pick someone from our team. Plenty of Omegas and Alphas want to be with you. So what if the pheromone compatibility is low? As long as it's above sixty percent, it'll still be somewhat useful."

"Don't chase some perfect love. Even compatibility rates of ninety percent are pitifully rare. Do you think you can find true love? In the end, love is the same no matter who you're with."

The incessant chatter reached his ears.

Bian He pulled the blanket over his head, irritated. "Teacher, if you really have nothing to do, go gather supplies. You could earn yourself some retirement money."

"You keep hounding me all day. I'm not the only Alpha left in the world. Is it really that important whether I get married?"

His existence seemed to have become a target of special attention. Everyone watched him, wanting to see what kind of person he would marry.

He didn't like being gawked at like a monkey, nor did he want his special identity to stir up public opinion.

Everyone was busy every day, with work piled up like mountains, yet they still found time to care about his marriage. Every last one of them had way too much time on their hands.

"I know my condition. I'll wear a Bite Guard at all times from now on. I definitely won't hurt my teammates again. Or you can suspend me first. It's a good chance to take a vacation."

The moment he said that,

the hospital room finally fell silent.

No one was willing to give up this cash cow.

He hadn't expected things to become so complicated.

It seemed the other party had mixed hallucinogens into the poison.

It could easily make someone go berserk and lose consciousness. If he started killing indiscriminately, he would face legal punishment.

What a brilliant way to kill two birds with one stone.

Their scheme had been far too loud and clear.

Three days later.

Bian He actively cooperated with treatment, and his pheromones were brought under control.

When he was discharged early, the old man came out to stop him again.

"You haven't fully recovered yet. What are you going out for?"

"What about what I told you last time? Have you thought about it? I stayed up all night gathering photos of a few more good-looking Omegas and Alphas. Here, take a look and see if you like any of them."

"I'm telling you, you need to get moving. If you still don't find someone, don't blame me for taking this to your father. If he forces you, it'll be mandatory."

Sitting in the car, Bian He casually brushed off the old man still babbling at the door. "Stop. If you keep wasting my time, my wife's going to run away."

The old man's eyes immediately lit up.

"Really? So you kept disappearing lately because you were chasing your wife? Why didn't you say so earlier? Then go, hurry up. Do you want me to give you leave?"

"You're this handsome, and it's still so hard for you to chase your wife? Is something wrong with you in certain areas?"

The old man's gaze drifted downward.

Bang!

With a dark expression, Bian He slammed the car door shut.

A light, floating warning drifted out. "Say one more word, and I'll sew your mouth shut."

The car started.

"I'm your master, and you want to sew my mouth shut! With your finicky temper, no wonder no Omega likes you!" The old man was left behind, so furious that his beard trembled.

Inside the car.

Bian He floored the accelerator and drove around to the back.

He pushed open his front door as quickly as possible.

He had deliberately made the house look lived in.

Half the food in the refrigerator was gone.

A cup of instant noodles sat on the table.

Bian He went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Before he could rest, there was movement at the door while he was drying his hair.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he turned to look.

A familiar figure appeared.

Bian He smiled. "Bro, you're back."

He stood and walked over to take the coat from him.

"Bro, I missed you so much."

Bian He buried his face in the man's neck and clung to him without letting go.

Wan Ying's body was cold. He needed to warm him up for a while.

Wan Ying indulged him for a moment before pushing him away with a cold face. "Wait. I need to shower first. I'm filthy."

The embrace fell empty.

Bian He pulled a long face in dissatisfaction. "You're not filthy."

People with cleanliness issues were hard to please.

He stood at the bathroom door, listening to the sounds inside.

He was finally back. It looked like the mission had gone well.

He wondered whether he had found the person plotting behind the scenes.

He couldn't be sure they would run into each other every time. What if he wasn't there...

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

Wan Ying opened the door and saw Little Treasure looking at him pitifully.

"Didn't you eat properly these past few days? Why do you seem thinner?"

Bian He followed the man to the bed. "I missed you... I missed you so much I couldn't eat..."

He was too well-behaved, so well-behaved it was unbearable.

Wan Ying tossed a towel over his head and watched him turn into a goofy Little Treasure.

"I think you're..."

He stroked his neck, feeling his Adam's apple and collarbone before lingering on his throat...

If he squeezed hard enough, Little Treasure's life would end right here.

Why did he trust him so much?

Did he really look that much like a good person?

"Bro, I'm hungry..."

Little Treasure blinked with teary eyes, looking deeply aggrieved.

Wan Ying guessed his intention and lightly tapped his forehead. "Are your teeth itchy again? Have you bitten anyone else before?"

Little Treasure lowered his eyelids and protested against his nonsense. "I only bite my master. No one else deserves it."

He was still a fierce little Puppy.

Bian He cried until his eyes were red: Master doesn't like me anymore, right?

Wan Ying sighed helplessly: It's not that I don't like you. Why are you getting more and more sensitive?

Bian He pushed his luck: Then let me bite you once.