After The Sickly O Was Forced Into Marriage Chapter 12

“What’s wrong? Isn’t it rude to leave CEO Xiao hanging like that?” Yan Chichun caught up, tossing the items in his hands to the caddy.

Jiang Xusheng frowned, impatiently saying, “Go find Ji Feng.”

“Hey!” Yan Chichun was left outside the elevator door. “He’s asleep!”

The elevator ascended directly to the suite floor.

The soft carpet muffled the sound of his footsteps. Swiping the card to enter, Jiang Xusheng turned the corner and didn’t see the person on the sofa. Half of the blanket lay forlornly on the floor.

“Wang Shu?” He called his name.

There was no response. Before he could turn on the light, Jiang Xusheng nearly tripped several times in the dark suite. When he reached the bedroom and flipped the switch, he saw glass shards scattered across the living room floor.

They were stained with blood.

The sound of trickling water came from the bathroom. Jiang Xusheng pushed open the semi-transparent glass door, his breath catching, almost suffocating.

Wang Shu was sitting in the bathtub. His bare back, slick with water, shone like pearls. His arms were bright red, and the beads of blood seeping from his calves and soles were washed away by the water, diluting it until the tub was filled with a wine-red color.

The omega couldn’t see.

His cheeks were pale from blood loss. The sound of the running water masked the sound of the door opening, so Wang Shu didn’t notice him entering. His vacant eyes stared blankly at one spot as he gently rubbed the scalded, bleeding areas on his arms.

As if rubbing away the blood would make the injury disappear.

The omega bit his lip. The pain from the wounds was unbearable, yet he seemed accustomed to the feeling. Even when alone, he wouldn’t cry out, just letting his eyelids droop softly.

He was rubbing his wounds, and under the water, he was also wiping away tears.

His shoulders trembled with his silent crying, and Jiang Xusheng’s heart clenched.

He took a few steps forward. Wang Shu instantly heard the footsteps and frantically reached underwater in the tub, fumbling for the drain.

But it was too late.

When Jiang Xusheng crouched down and pressed his hand, Wang Shu nervously sniffled, stubbornly insisting, “I’m taking a bath. Why didn’t you knock…”

He repeated, feeling guilty, “I’m taking a bath, I’ll be done soon.”

“Taking a bath?” Jiang Xusheng lifted him out of the water and began drying him.

“I can dry myself,” Wang Shu argued, a rare display of stubbornness.

Jiang Xusheng placed him on the counter, using his other hand to gently lift Wang Shu’s calf.

The wounds on his skin were white from being soaked in water. A ball of fire seemed to ignite in Jiang Xusheng’s chest.

Lying.

Lying again.

This time, he was truly speaking nonsense with his eyes wide open.

“Why did you hang up on me?” Jiang Xusheng suppressed his anger, drying him bit by bit, careful not to use too much force for fear of hurting him.

“Do you know you’re pregnant, Wang Shu?”

Wang Shu lowered his head, like a little lamb that had done something wrong.

“……”

Unable to see Jiang Xusheng’s expression, he gently rubbed his head against the man’s chest, hoping to appease him.

“Speak.” Jiang Xusheng somewhat forcefully pinched his face.

Wang Shu gripped the edge of the sink counter, murmuring, “You were busy.”

He opened his eyes blankly, no tears falling, his eyelashes wet. He forced a painful, strained smile. “I didn’t want to bother you.”

Jiang Xusheng froze, his chest rising and falling, as if sharing the pain.

At the same time, that sentence infuriated him.

Wang Shu turned his head slightly, kissing Jiang Xusheng’s palm with his wet lips, coaxing him like a puppy nudging its owner. “I’m used to it. It really doesn’t hurt.”

“Mr. Jiang, are you worried about the baby?” Wang Shu spoke into his palm, letting the man feel his warmth.

“I will be very careful.”

He was emphasizing his usefulness.

The puppy was wagging its tail at its owner, begging him not to abandon it.

Jiang Xusheng straightened Wang Shu’s head, leaned down, and kissed his wet eyes.

“Are you trying to make me worry on purpose?”

Wang Shu, unsure where the pain was coming from, knew he couldn’t lie and hide it from Jiang Xusheng. He leaned softly into his embrace. “Yes…”

He truly wasn’t good at lying. He lowered his head softly. “Then do you believe me?”

His fingertips intertwined with Jiang Xusheng’s, looking pitiful. “Or, will you feel distressed?”

Jiang Xusheng carried him back to the bedroom. “You succeeded.”

Wang Shu didn’t know what to do. He curled up in the quilt, tugging at Jiang Xusheng’s clothes, asking if he could please not be angry.

Jiang Xusheng kept his face stern while rushing the doctor to come over.

Wang Shu was pregnant and couldn’t see. Jiang Xusheng regretted it. “I shouldn’t have left you alone in the room.”

Wang Shu asked, “Am I… being naughty?”

Jiang Xusheng didn’t make a sound. Wang Shu, receiving no positive feedback, felt abandoned and reached out, fumbling along the bedside.

“Don’t move.”

Wang Shu looked panicked, gently pressing his head against Jiang Xusheng’s chest. “Please don’t be mad at me, okay?”

“If I hadn’t come back today, you weren’t going to tell me, were you?”

Wang Shu remained silent, which was an admission.

He had actually regretted it the moment he poured hot water on himself. The baby was innocent; he shouldn’t have done that.

But…

The pain wouldn’t disappear. The pain would never abandon the puppy.

This was the only thing Wang Shu could control.

Jiang Xusheng sat on the edge of the bed and took a deep breath, suppressing his rage.

He knew the path to teaching this naughty child to behave might still be very long.

The scalded area on Wang Shu’s arm was significant; almost his entire left arm was red. The blisters had burst under the shower, and his soles and calves had several new cuts.

Ji Feng arrived in his pajamas. After bandaging the wounds, Wang Shu wiggled his bandaged calf and asked, “Do I look even clumsier now?”

Ji Feng chuckled, then turned to ask, “Is your kid always this cute?”

Jiang Xusheng, standing far away, hummed in response.

It was unclear whether he was calling him clumsy or cute.

“You’re too thin. Your belly looks a bit bigger than a typical four-month pregnancy. Is your appetite still poor?” Ji Feng asked.

Wang Shu said, “It’s much better.”

“Let me check your Gland, kid.” Ji Feng sat directly on the bed and motioned for him to lower his head.

Wang Shu lowered his head and lifted his curly short hair, feeling a few light presses on the back of his neck. His Pheromone was released into the air, somewhat uncontrollably.

“I’m just worried about Gland disorder during your pregnancy; that would be uncomfortable,” Ji Feng said worriedly. “Your Gland development is also small.”

Jiang Xusheng and the lawyer named Yan were talking in the living room.

Ji Feng opened his medical kit and placed the necessary medications on the bedside table. “You need to be careful next time. You can’t fall like this again. If something goes wrong, it will be very difficult to handle.”

“What is this…?” Wang Shu felt something cool being placed on the back of his neck.

“Gland patch.”

“I can’t use normal Gland patches…”

Ji Feng reassured him, “This is the Wang Family’s Inhibitor patch.”

“Your delayed Gland development is likely due to the repeated Pheromone extractions when you were young,” Ji Feng comforted him softly. “Over a hundred extractions at such a young age—that’s truly inhumane.”

“How do you know?” Wang Shu asked quietly.

Extracting human Pheromones for production was a gray industry. Even though the matter had been highly publicized, the fact that Ji Feng knew he had been involved in the experiments was something no one would mention except his uncle.

“Hmm? I saw the experiment records.”

Wang Shu was stunned. “Experiment records…”

“The Wang Family factory has changed hands now. What’s so hard about finding experiment records? Besides, your Gland will definitely respond better to the Wang Family’s Inhibitor patch.”

Wang Shu’s heart suddenly sank with a thud.

The experiment footage was stored in the factory. He didn’t know if Mr. Jiang had seen those things.

His embarrassing moments—convulsing from pain while having his Pheromones extracted on the sickbed, the disgusting sight of him vomiting all over the bed after his father injected him with various Pheromone-boosting shots because his body rejected them—were all in there.

Wang Shu’s palms were cold and sweaty, trembling slightly.

“Are you cold?” Ji Feng asked.

“N-not cold.” Wang Shu seemed distracted. “Are there videos of those experiment records?”

“Videos?” Ji Feng frowned slightly. “No, they were probably destroyed long ago. Only the paper records remain.”

“Oh…”

He vaguely heard Mr. Jiang talking to someone else in the living room about how to deal with his uncle.

Wang Qinian was his father’s biological younger brother.

He was also the person who had given him the most injections. When he was little, after the shots, he would be thrown into a cage. If his uncle was happy, he would make Wang Shu cup his hands so he could extinguish cigarette butts on them.

If he showed fear, his uncle would use a belt to beat him. Back then, his older brother protected him.

In the unseen darkness, his brother would hold him as they curled up on the ground. Both were beaten until their skin was lacerated. His brother was skin and bones. Every time he protected Wang Shu, his uncle hit him harder.

He called them beasts in a cage.

When his uncle got tired of hitting them, he would leave.

Wang Shu would then grope the ground, hot tears streaming from his blind eyes, bitterly calling out “Brother” to the skinny boy.

The next time his uncle needed to extinguish a cigarette, he would eagerly cup his hands.

His brother forbade it, and was beaten close to death time after time.

His father often walked past the cage, saying with disgust that his uncle shouldn’t kill them, as they were needed to extract Pheromones to sell for money and production.

One drop of Pheromone could produce thousands of Inhibitors.

In the dark cage, they were the raw materials producing dazzling gold coins.

One ordinary day, his brother was taken away and never returned.

Wang Shu sat in the corner, his blind eyes staring straight at the path his brother would return on. He had never seen his brother, and only knew his name as Number 11.

Later, his father died.

When his uncle discovered that his Gland could barely produce Pheromones anymore, he ordered him to learn painting so he could please richer bosses and be sold for a good price.

Without a video, he didn’t even know what his brother looked like.

Those events were too far away from him now.

“Alright, remember to take the anti-inflammatory medicine on time.” Ji Feng finished bandaging the wounds and left the room.

“Done?” Yan Chichun saw him emerge and stood up, taking the medical kit from his hands.

Ji Feng sighed. “Just external injuries, but they look heartbreaking.”

“Is your little heart aching?” Yan Chichun was irreverent, draping his arm over Ji Feng’s shoulder. “Let me rub it for you.”

Ji Feng pinched his face and pushed him away. “He’s a bit shy around strangers. You’d better keep him close to you, don’t leave him alone. He lacks a sense of security.”

“You know all that?” Yan Chichun praised him as a miracle doctor.

“Nonsense. The Pheromone concentration in the room is off the charts, can’t you smell it, you idiot!” Ji Feng rolled his eyes at him.

Both of them were Alphas, but the Pheromones of a pregnant omega didn’t have much effect on Alphas; it was just a simple fragrance.

Yan Chichun shrugged. “I took an Inhibitor shot when I came in. I really can’t smell anything now.”

Ji Feng left a few medications, explained how to use them, and told Jiang Xusheng to change the dressing promptly.

“Call me anytime if you don’t understand anything.”

“Are you still into omegas, you bastard?” Yan Chichun sounded jealous, pulling his hand, ready to leave.

Jiang Xusheng sat on the sofa, staring at a tablet playing the experimental video hidden in the Wang Family attic.

It was playing silently.

Ji Feng raised an eyebrow and glanced at it. “Wang Shu just asked if there were any experiment videos.”

Jiang Xusheng asked, “What did you say?”

“Of course, I told him there weren’t any,” Ji Feng replied.

Jiang Xusheng nodded coldly, then clicked the delete button in the bottom corner of the video, clearing the backup as well.

Seeing his poor mood, the two didn’t want to provoke him. Before leaving, Yan Chichun suddenly remembered something.

“Wang Qinian signed the transfer. What now? Are you letting him go abroad?” he asked teasingly.

Jiang Xusheng stood up, removed his tie, and walked toward the bedroom.

“International waters. Kill him.”