Involuntary Symbiosis Chapter 13

The Second Heat Cycle

Returning home, he didn’t wash up. He just ate a little something and lay down on the bed. He looked at the dim yellow bedside lamp and touched his lower abdomen. His cool hand touching his belly made it hard for him to accept that this cavity could nurture life. With whom? With Fu Yaren? That was ridiculous. It was already good enough that he and Fu Yaren hadn’t come to blows.

Even so, Qian Xi’s blessing made him feel a little better. He probably wouldn’t have any children with Fu Yaren. Fu Yaren likely wanted even less contact with him. In the other man’s eyes, he was just trouble.

Wang Ling woke up suddenly in the middle of the night. His mouth was dry, and a familiar wave of heat gradually enveloped him. He realized he might be entering his heat cycle. While he still had the strength, he drank a large gulp of water and ordered takeout. Lying back down on the bed, he urgently contacted Shuhua: “I’m in heat.”

Then his phone slipped from his grasp. The intense pain made it impossible for him to even reach for an inhibitor. Gasping for breath, he could only rely on Fu Yaren to help him according to their agreement.

He was submerged in a massive fog, unable to distinguish time or place. He could only open his eyes instinctively. The high temperature made him feel unsteady. A doorbell rang at the entrance. When it received no response, the ringing became frantic. Was it Fu Yaren? Perhaps due to the recovery of his physical functions, he could barely stand up. He got up and drank some water first. Had Fu Yaren come? He looked at the message on his phone. Shuhua had replied with “Okay” beneath his message. Did Fu Yaren know his address? But if they could call his private phone, they certainly knew the location of his employee apartment. He used his weak, limp hand to open the door, but what greeted him was a delivery driver wearing a yellow helmet. The delivery driver smelled the strong Pheromones emanating from him, and enduring the discomfort, he covered his nose and handed over the takeout, saying, “Sir, your order.”

It wasn’t Fu Yaren. A strong wave of sadness surged through him. He lowered his head, took the takeout, and said, “Thank you.” After the delivery driver left, he placed the takeout on the table and tried hard to untie the knot on the bag, but found he had no strength in his hands. A wave of dizziness washed over him, and he finally collapsed.

A rustling wind blew in from the balcony. The cold air hit him, waking him up. He looked at the untouched, now cold takeout. He curled up, the flush on his face hadn’t faded, and the door remained unchanged.

Fu Yaren hadn’t come at all. Why did he think a mere agreement would make that person condescend to help him?

He forced a smile, then threw away the now cold takeout.

Without an enigma’s comfort during his heat cycle, he might revert to his haggard state. But thankfully, President Nan had hired Ila. Those two women could handle things well, so he didn’t need to worry too much. He pulled out his phone. Nan Ningyue was away on a business trip to the new production line, so he messaged Xu Tongxiao: “President Xu, my partner is in heat, and I need to accompany him. I apologize.”

Xu Tongxiao quickly replied: “Understood. Wang Pai, take good care of yourself.”

“Thank you, President Xu.” Wang Ling tightly gripped his phone, looking at the message on the screen. Tears began to flow. Intermittent sobs echoed in the room. He was crying again. Why did he always cry during his heat cycle? Everything felt helpless and painful, and there was nothing he could do.