771 said reservedly, "That's your gender in this world."
"Whoa." Jiang Nan sounded astonished. "Humans can evolve into something like this?"
771 fell silent for a moment, then tossed him a book in the mental space.
-All about ABO
Fighting through his dizziness, Jiang Nan stared wide-eyed at it for a long time.
So that was how it worked.
Broadly speaking, there were three genders.
Alpha, Beta, Omage.
Each gender was further divided into male and female: male Alphas, female Alphas, male Betas, female Betas, male Omegas, and female Omegas.
Alphas had the strongest physiques. Regardless of sex, they were tall, long-legged beasts with incredibly strong sex drives.
Alphas went through a rut two or three times a year. During their ruts, they became irritable, as though they were different people, and desperately needed a partner's help.
They had glands at the napes of their necks that secreted pheromones.
Betas were the mildest gender. They could not smell pheromones and had no glands.
Omegas possessed the rare ability to bear children. Their bodies were delicate and supple, with glands at their napes and reproductive cavities inside them.
They went into heat two or three times a year. During heat, their pheromones were like poppies, attracting nearby Alphas and triggering their ruts.
By the time he finished reading, Jiang Nan had very little reason left.
He sat on the carpet with his legs bent and his back against the bed. His cheeks were flushed, his forehead was covered in sweat, and his pink hair clung to the sides of his face. He was still muttering, "If I'm an Alpha, why can I marry Fu Jingzhou?"
He guessed, "Could he be a Beta or an Omega?"
771 remained silent.
The scent of roses in the room was already growing stronger and stronger. If it could have taken physical form, it would long since have spread to the third floor.
Old Master Fu had prepared this large villa specifically for his youngest son's marriage. Before nightfall, he had ordered all the servants in the villa to go home.
He had left this private space entirely to the newlywed couple.
Only the security guards remained stationed outside the villa.
Completely oblivious, Jiang Nan even kept muttering, "In that case, doesn't that make me the husband?! He's my wife..."
Just then, the sound of a wheelchair rolling came from outside the bedroom.
The man pushed the door open and entered. He seemed to have already gone to bed; his suit was off, and he wore only a snow-white robe.
The robe was of excellent quality, its smooth satin following the line of Fu Jingzhou's shoulders.
A robe like that gave its wearer an air of gentle refinement. Wrapped around Fu Jingzhou, it looked as though a thug in a suit had put down his gun.
Fu Jingzhou paused in the doorway, taking two or three seconds before wheeling himself inside.
Jiang Nan leaned weakly against the bed, his eyes misty.
From above his head, Fu Jingzhou called, "Jiang Nan."
Jiang Nan's eyes widened. "Huh?"
Then he got a clear look at Fu Jingzhou and curved his lips into a smile. "Wife, you're so beautiful."
Unable to bear watching, 771 chose to turn away.
"...Wife?" Fu Jingzhou repeated slowly, then abruptly reached out and gripped Jiang Nan's chin.
His grip squeezed Jiang Nan's cheeks into bulges and made his lips pout.
"What are you doing?"
He frowned unhappily.
Fu Jingzhou looked at him darkly. "Didn't I tell you the suppressants were in the drawer? Why didn't you inject one?"
Uncomfortable with the grip on his chin, Jiang Nan reached up and began prying at his hand.
Naturally, he did not take in anything Fu Jingzhou said.
Jiang Nan pried for a long time, but Fu Jingzhou's hand did not budge.
The man's fingers had well-defined joints, veins rising beneath his skin. Jiang Nan's hand pressed against the back of his, and seen beneath the light, the sight was actually enough to make someone blush.
Fu Jingzhou leaned down slightly, his gaze settling on the young man's face.
He had only just turned twenty. Fu Jingzhou had heard of him before; his reputation was outrageously bad.
Neither Fu Jingzhou nor Jiang Nan had attended their wedding that morning.
It had made them quite a laughingstock.
Fu Jingzhou had only met Jiang Nan in person that afternoon.
For the first few minutes after they met, Jiang Nan had thrown a fit, feeling deeply wronged and furious about having to marry him.
Fu Jingzhou had taken a dislike to him and naturally had not paid him much attention.
Only now did he get a clear look at Jiang Nan.
He really did look very young, with few defined contours to his cheeks, a high, straight nose, hooded double eyelids, round black eyes, and thin, red lips.
He had the youthful looks of a campus heartthrob, the kind who would absolutely drive young girls wild if he went out in a school uniform.
His short hair was dyed pink, somehow making him look a little like a delinquent.
Fu Jingzhou unconsciously loosened his grip a little.
He lowered his eyes to Jiang Nan and asked, "Why didn't you inject a suppressant? Were you planning to seduce me?"
Jiang Nan was already too delirious from the heat to answer. All he knew was that the man's hand was cool and felt very comfortable.
Seeing his dazed expression, Fu Jingzhou released his chin. Just as he was about to straighten up, the young man suddenly caught his hand.
Jiang Nan grabbed his hand, wanting to press it against his burning cheek to cool himself down, but his aim was off, and the man's hand landed on his chin.
The pad of his middle finger even touched those two soft, deep-red lips.
They were soft, like touching a cloud.
Fu Jingzhou could not stop his expression from shifting. He forcefully pulled his hand back, wheeled himself over to the bedside table, and dug a small suppressant out of the second drawer.
Once opened, the suppressant had a thin needle.
He held the back of Jiang Nan's head, his gaze sweeping past the edges of the young man's pale-pink hair.
The young man's neck was slender and fair, as though pearls had rolled delicately over it, looking exceptionally lustrous beneath the light. The collar of his white shirt was neat and structured, and just above it was a small bump.
Fu Jingzhou's gaze was riveted to that bump.
-It was Jiang Nan's gland.
A bud waiting to bloom, still immature.
"Mmph... My head feels so heavy... Waaa..." Jiang Nan hung his head. After barely a few seconds of quiet, he started acting up again.
Fu Jingzhou acted swiftly, plunging the fine needle straight into the young man's gland.
"It hurts..." Jiang Nan frowned, complaining aggrievedly of the pain.
Fu Jingzhou released him, snapped the cap back onto the suppressant, and tossed it into the trash.
Finally, he glanced at Jiang Nan.
The suppressant took effect quickly, and the rose scent in the room stopped growing stronger.
Fu Jingzhou pushed the door open and left.
The next day, Jiang Nan woke with a splitting headache.
He felt as though he hurt everywhere: his chin, his neck, his butt, his head.
When he opened his eyes, he stared at the incredibly lavish crystal chandelier on the ceiling, which looked outrageously expensive at a glance.
There was absolutely no way anything like that would appear in his shabby little rented apartment.
Jiang Nan got up and looked around. Only when he saw 771 did he slowly remember what had happened yesterday.
He had almost forgotten that he was now a trendy transmigrator in a novel.
Looking at his heavy dark circles, 771 had a sudden burst of kindness. "Are you all right?"
"No." Jiang Nan frowned and complained, "Did I fall out of bed last night? Why does everything hurt so much?"
771 said helpfully, "Try thinking a little harder."
"I can't remember." Jiang Nan had no intention of making things difficult for himself. He smelled a strong odor of alcohol on his body.
No wonder he had woken up dizzy. It turned out the original owner had drunk alcohol yesterday.