Involuntary Symbiosis Chapter 14

He’s in heat

“President…” Shuhua sat in the passenger seat, looking at Fu Yaren behind her. Fu Yaren’s expression was visibly unpleasant. She withdrew her gaze, looked forward, and said nothing more.

In fact, Fu Yaren had felt his Pheromones fluctuating some time ago. He knew Wang Ling was likely approaching his heat. At the time, he was in a meeting, and Shuhua, maintaining her composure, whispered in Fu Yaren’s ear that Mr. Wang’s heat had arrived.

The reason Shuhua informed Fu Yaren during the meeting that Wang Ling’s heat had arrived and required comforting was that Shuhua considered the meeting could be rescheduled. The decisions made in the meeting were strategic considerations for the future, and Fu Yaren might change his mind later. She also considered that Mr. Wang’s heat was currently the most important matter.

But Fu Yaren immediately spoke with coldness, scolding her: “If you don’t want to work here anymore, you can just say so.” Shuhua was stunned. She could only suppress her grievance and discomfort, completing the meeting feeling like she was sitting on pins and needles. Only after it ended did he instruct Shuhua to arrange a car to take him to Wang Ling.

Fu Yaren was already irritable due to the Pheromones connection. His words were laced with frost: “Is everything supposed to revolve around his heat? Ha, who is he, exactly?”

“Why are you so anxious on his behalf?” Fu Yaren looked at Shuhua, who was sitting in front of him, and said flatly: “It’s just a heat. It won’t kill him.”

“Don’t forget who your boss is.” After Fu Yaren said this, Shuhua clenched her teeth tightly and replied: “Understood.”

The driver listened to everything without speaking, focusing only on driving. Fu Yaren irritably rubbed his head, then looked at the driver: “Who allowed you to drive so slowly?” The driver cautiously glanced at Fu Yaren, withdrew his gaze, and said: “President, this is already the maximum speed limit.”

Fu Yaren’s expression became even worse, but he said nothing more. When the car arrived, Shuhua, following her duty, went to open the door for Fu Yaren, only to find that Fu Yaren had already gotten out himself. Watching Fu Yaren’s retreating back as he walked inside, she seriously entertained the idea of resigning. Even though she earned two hundred and fifty thousand US dollars a month, she truly didn’t want to continue under these circumstances. But if she resigned, what would happen to Mr. Wang? She didn’t believe any other assistant would truly be willing to withstand Fu Yaren’s pressure and prioritize Mr. Wang.

Inside the room, Wang Ling felt temporarily better after a wave of intense heat. He slowly climbed out of bed to drink water. He went to the kitchen and poured a glass of cold water. The moment he drank it, the cold water soothed his painfully burning throat somewhat. He remembered he hadn’t eaten anything. As usual, he ordered himself a vegetable and pumpkin puree—light, easy to swallow, and filling enough.

The doorbell rang. He put down his phone and looked through the peephole, seeing Fu Yaren outside with an unpleasant expression. His hand paused on the doorknob. Finally, he waited behind the door for a while, but the person outside wasn’t in a hurry and simply pressed the doorbell again.

Fu Yaren checked the apartment number; it was correct and couldn’t be wrong. Yet, the door wasn’t being opened for him. Shuhua was a little worried and remained standing behind him. She spoke first: “He won’t have much strength to open the door during his heat.”

She said this to prevent Fu Yaren from saying something again about giving Mr. Wang a chance that Mr. Wang didn’t take.

Fu Yaren didn’t speak. Shuhua was wondering if they needed to call a locksmith when, at that moment, the door opened. Wang Ling’s face was calm, without much emotion, but his complexion showed the flush of fever, and the corners of his eyes were red. Thanks to the previous Pheromones comfort, Wang Ling didn’t have the fragile, weak feeling of his last heat, but he still appeared somewhat delicate. Shuhua was momentarily stunned, then Fu Yaren blocked her view, and the door closed in front of her.

Shuhua looked at the tightly shut door, feeling a sense of worry.