Delicate, Yet Shamelessly Freeloading [Quick Transmigration] Chapter 32

Chapter 32: Alpha with Pheromone Disorder (32)

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When Wei Qing arrived, he could hardly believe his eyes.

 

Even though Shui Que had a pheromone disorder, he was still an Alpha. Yet now, his entire body was saturated in another Alpha’s scent.

 

The aroma of sandalwood mixed with sage clung to Shui Que—subtle yet invasive—silently asserting dominance over every inch of his being.

 

Like a wild beast marking its territory, it repelled any same-kind creature from getting near Shui Que.

 

Wei Qing was stunned.

 

Not even bonded Alphas would mark their Omega mates with such an intense concentration of pheromones.

 

When Shui Que saw him, it was like spotting a savior. He sent out a desperate look for help from within Song Qin’s arms.

 

Wanting to give him space, Wei Qing and Song Qin stepped into the study.

 

Though the soundproofing was decent, Shui Que could still faintly hear them arguing. The standoff lasted quite a while, both refusing to back down.

 

Now and then, words like “pheromone” and “brother” drifted to Shui Que’s ears from the living room.

 

What was going on? Even the medicine change had something to do with him?

 

Twenty minutes later, Wei Qing came out with a grim face and slammed the study door behind him.

 

Worried he might frighten Shui Que, he tried to adjust his expression. But instead, the result was worse—his handsome face was pulled into a tight, unnatural smile that came off rather creepy.

 

Wei Qing sneered like he didn’t care what happened to Song Qin anymore.

 

“The side effects of the new medication are pretty strong. Let him calm down on his own.”

 

Then he beckoned Shui Que over and whispered close to his ear, lowering his voice: “Song Qin is sick.”

 

Shui Que looked at him, wide-eyed and confused.

 

Wei Qing spoke with certainty, every word firm and clear: “He must get treatment.”

 

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York was being walked by the housekeeper.

 

As a German Shepherd with a strong sense of respect for elders, it clearly treated old Uncle Chen much more kindly than it ever did Song Qin.

 

Shui Que stood on the outdoor balcony connected to the bedroom. The snow in the yard showed signs of being swept each morning, yet ever since he woke up, he hadn’t seen anyone around the villa other than Uncle Chen and Song Qin.

 

Since Song Qin wouldn’t let him see others, it was natural that he wouldn’t let others see him either.

 

After the fight with Wei Qing, combined with injections and oral medications, they were using dosage to subdue the fluctuations of the susceptibility period.

 

Song Qin eventually lifted the villa’s internet block.

 

But the nerve endings during his susceptibility remained alert and restless.

 

He had a feeling—if the bird was let out of the cage now, it would never return.

 

As the golden sun sank below the horizon, winter’s dusk added to the gloominess of emotions.

 

Shui Que stared at the barren garden. Suddenly, his delicate brows lifted. He grabbed a clump of snow from the balcony table, rolled it into a ball, and tossed it down at the ground. The snowball landed near the German Shepherd’s feet, scattering sparkling flakes into the air.

 

The dog barked twice at the pile of snow, lowered its front body in a mock attack stance, and only when laughter rang out did it suddenly look up toward the second-floor balcony.

 

There, its young master rested his chin on the windowsill, smiling brightly with squinting eyes. “Coalball! Were you good today with Uncle Chen?”

 

York perked up its ears and immediately switched to an obedient expression, tail wagging eagerly as it looked up.

 

Then, all of a sudden, it started barking again.

 

Shui Que followed its gaze behind him.

 

It was Song Qin.

 

He said, “Shui Que, come downstairs to eat. We’re having rice wine dumplings for dessert tonight—the ones you said you wanted yesterday.”

 

As soon as he saw who it was, the warmth in Shui Que’s eyes and smile vanished. His gaze dropped, and his slightly plump lips pressed into a line.

 

Shui Que looked lethargic. “Got it.”

 

He stepped aside, avoiding Song Qin without another word, and made his way downstairs.

 

The large dog in the courtyard was still barking up at the balcony.

 

The light of the setting sun was soft, casting shadows on the ground that outlined the contours of his face.

 

The sky grew increasingly gloomy. The Alpha hid his emotions behind the lenses of his glasses.

 

The jade stone atop his cane remained a vibrant green, yet it looked as if it could be crushed at any moment.

 

As soon as signal returned, Shui Que’s phone was flooded with WeChat messages.

 

Some were from classmates who had seen the gossip online and reached out with concern. But most—over 99 messages—came from Xie Xiangxun alone.

 

“Where are you?”

 

“Why aren’t you answering?”

 

[Incoming voice call via WeChat]

 

[Call ended]

 

“Shui Shui?”

 

“Don’t scare me. I don’t even care that you have two ex-boyfriends.”

 

[Incoming video call via WeChat]

 

[Call ended]

 

“Are they more handsome than me?”

 

“Who’s spreading nonsense online?”

 

“I gave you that money willingly. Who says it was a scam? Can’t they speak like humans?”

 

“Don’t be mad, Shui Shui. Pay attention to me, talk to me.”

 

“We’ve already caught the guy. The posts are deleted. Say something, baby.”

 

[Incoming video call via WeChat]

 

[Call ended]

 

“What the *—did that old freak lock you up???”

 

Just then, an unfamiliar number popped up on the screen, and Shui Que quickly declined the call.

 

“Don’t play with your phone while eating,” said Song Qin from across the table.

 

Shui Que lowered his eyes.

 

He still had sweet rice wine balls in his mouth. His voice, muffled and sticky like sesame filling, sounded soft and obedient. “Okay.”

 

But he didn’t really take Song Qin’s words to heart. With one hand, he swiped his screen, pulling up the missed calls page—completely red.

 

Several unfamiliar numbers, all from Haicheng.

 

It felt like someone was so desperate they were burning through SIM cards just trying to reach him.

 

Shui Que couldn’t shake a creeping sense of dread.

 

That feeling hit its peak later that night around ten, when another call came in.

 

The night was supposed to be still and quiet, like snowfall.

 

But then, there was a sudden rustling sound on the balcony.

 

He realized he’d forgotten to close the balcony’s glass door.

 

Just as he stood up from the edge of the bed, a tall, shadowy figure gripped the balcony railing and leapt in with ease.

 

Xie Xiangxun entered the room, advancing step by step.

 

“You hung up on me? Hm?”

 

He raised his hand to show the screen full of unanswered calls. It was a threatening gesture, but with a dried yellow leaf stuck in his hair, it looked a little ridiculous.

 

Xie Xiangxun brushed it off. The leaf was so brittle, it crumbled with just a pinch.

 

He must’ve climbed a tree to get into the courtyard.

 

While analyzing this, Shui Que also started backing away, guilt spreading across his face.

 

“Why didn’t you answer my calls?” Xie Xiangxun asked again.

 

Shui Que hadn’t figured out what to say, so he made up a half-baked excuse. “I accidentally hit the wrong button.”

 

“Really?” Xie Xiangxun wasn’t an idiot and clearly wasn’t buying it.

 

Shui Que glanced up at him, muttering, “I said it already, and you still don’t believe me.”

 

“It’s easy to misclick when answering a call…”

 

“Who asked you to call so much anyway?”

 

He sounded so righteous, as if his phone didn’t need a deliberate swipe to the edge to decline a call.

 

Somehow, he managed to make the poor guy who made 99 calls in a day seem like the one at fault.

 

Xie Xiangxun had come here absolutely fuming. Shui Que had left him hanging cold for days, and he’d already planned out a whole rant followed by an aggressive kiss.

 

But now that he was face-to-face with the boy muttering nonsense with such misplaced confidence, all that anger melted away.

 

Forget the rant for now.

 

The kiss was still happening.

 

But he hadn’t totally lost his mind yet. One large hand gripped Shui Que’s shoulder as he checked him over carefully.

 

“Song Qin didn’t hit you, did he?”

 

The question made it sound like the youngest heir of the Song family was some kind of brute.

 

Even though Xie Xiangxun didn’t really believe it himself.

 

From what he’d seen before, Song Qin had treated Shui Que well.

 

Besides, within 24 hours of the slanderous posts surfacing, the Song Corporation had already issued a statement and legal notice.

 

They even provided medical documentation confirming Shui Que’s pheromone disorder.

 

Online, people were now saying that chasing a streamer had actually led to finding a real rich beauty. The original accusations of scamming for money and sex had become laughable.

 

Shui Que hadn’t caught up with the latest developments. He didn’t know he was now being portrayed as a wealthy but misunderstood and sickly little Alpha with a tragic backstory. Nor that netizens had begun investigating the original poster who tried to smear him.

 

He just shook his head in response to Xie Xiangxun’s question.

 

No, Song Qin hadn’t hit him…

 

Although Song Qin’s mental state wasn’t exactly ideal either.

 

“That’s good,” Xie Xiangxun sighed in relief. Once he confirmed Shui Que was okay, the sandalwood scent clinging to the boy made him frown with displeasure. “That old pervert—I knew he—”

 

Knock knock.

 

The door suddenly rang out.

 

“Shui Que?”

 

A low, muffled male voice came through the soundproofing.

 

Panic flickered across Shui Que’s face as he quickly looked around the room. His mind raced, calculating that if he tried to make Xie Xiangxun retreat back through the balcony now, he might fall and get hurt.

 

So, just like in one of those cliché primetime dramas, he clumsily stuffed the secret rendezvous Alpha into the wardrobe.

 

The bedroom closet only had a few pieces of clothing hanging. Most were kept in the walk-in closet, so there was enough room to hide a full-grown Alpha.

 

Then he made himself look like he was about to go to bed and lazily opened the door.

 

“Milk,” Song Qin said, handing over a full glass.

 

In truth, Shui Que didn’t like plain milk. But to get rid of Song Qin quickly, he pinched his nose, shut his eyes, and downed it in a few gulps. The glass cup, decorated with little bear stickers, was soon empty.

 

Song Qin: “You’re being very obedient tonight.”

 

Shui Que let out a breath of relief.

 

Please leave. Just go. If he found out, both he and Xie Xiangxun were done for.

 

But Song Qin glanced into the room. “What’s that smell? Did something burn?”

 

Alphas in heat were extremely sensitive to pheromones.

 

There was a strange, smoky scent lingering in the air that didn’t belong in Shui Que’s room.

 

Shui Que took a step back, half-closed the door to block his view, and said, “I was playing with sparklers and accidentally burned some clothes.”

 

“Are you hurt?” Song Qin’s expression turned tense.

 

“No, just singed the hem a little.” Shui Que yawned, his small face full of drowsiness. “I’m going to sleep now.”

 

Song Qin’s eyes softened. “Good night.”

 

The only response he got was the slam of the door.

 

In the dark, the man’s lips pressed into a thin line.

 

He didn’t turn on the hallway lights. The tap of his cane against the floor was quiet as it faded into the distance.

 

Shui Que stood with his back to the bedroom door, chest rising and falling as he let out a breath.

 

There had been no movement from the wardrobe for a long time.

 

Had it really been that long?

 

Had Xie Xiangxun fallen asleep?

 

Sensing something strange, Shui Que yanked the wardrobe door open with a sudden motion.

 

Inside, the tall and broad Alpha was curled up with his knees drawn close, holding a thin piece of clothing tightly to his chest.

 

His ears were flushed red, though who knew what he was thinking.

 

“Shui Shui, your pajamas smell so good.”

 

It was hard to describe. It wasn’t the scent of his gardenia pheromones—Xie Xiangxun had smelled those before. No, this scent only drifted faintly when Shui Que was extremely close, seeping from that soft, pale skin of his.

 

How could an Alpha smell so good?

 

Sticky, sweet, and intoxicating.

 

The scent grew even stronger when they kissed.

 

It made one want to go even deeper—to see whether, in the heat of desire, he would smell even more divine.

 

Xie Xiangxun clung to the pajama shirt like he never intended to leave the cramped wardrobe.

 

Shui Que: “…”

 

He had several sets of pajamas in his wardrobe.

 

And yet, somehow, this guy had found the one he wore most often.

 

It wasn’t even insulting—Shui Que was just sincerely amazed. His nose was more sensitive than a dog’s.

 

Infuriated, Shui Que forced Xie Xiangxun to retrace his steps and leave the way he came.

 

In the moonlight, the Alpha climbed up the crooked tree at the corner of the courtyard and, with a light leap, vanished into the night.

 

A faint pink hue still lingered around Shui Que’s eyelids from his anger.

 

When he went back inside, he realized—one of his pajama shirts was missing.

 

…Pervert.

 

Finally, the bedroom light turned off.

 

The clock ticked steadily, and the hands turned to three.

 

A shadow slipped silently in through the balcony, brushing off some dust before creeping to the bedside.

 

Cold fingers pinched the sleeping boy’s soft, pale cheek.

 

Shui Que mumbled drowsily, “Mmm…? Didn’t I tell you not to come?”

 

“Don’t climb in from the balcony—it’s dangerous.”

 

His murmurs were soft, lips parting and closing gently, breathing out a sweet and syrupy scent that the other’s tongue had tasted many times before.

 

Qu Jiuchao, expressionless, cupped his face.

 

“Who?” he asked. “Who else has come looking for you?”

 

“Whose scent is this on you?”

 

“It smells disgusting.”

 

He looked like a vengeful ghost catching a lover in the act at midnight—one who wouldn’t rest in peace, crawling back into his living boyfriend’s bed to haunt him in the dead of night.

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