SL Chapter 7

Tang Zhe’s embrace was so light that it made Min Yang think of the gentle warmth of sunlight in spring.

Min Yang’s entire body stiffened, and the moment the little stammerer leaned in to speak, even his breath hitched.

Afraid?

He, of course, wasn’t afraid. It was those other people who should be afraid.

Min Yang didn’t know how to explain this to the little stammerer, so he remained silent, frowning deeply. Tang Zhe, however, thought that Min Yang’s wound was still hurting, so he moved even closer.

Tang Zhe’s pheromones carried the sweet scent of grapefruit, unexpectedly swirling around Min Yang’s nose.

Min Yang closed his eyes, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

Tang Zhe continued to soothe him, his voice soft, “Mr… Mr. Min… don’t… don’t be afraid.”

As he spoke, Tang Zhe seemed to think of something. He suddenly stood up and began to lift the hem of his pajama top.

Min Yang: ??

Min Yang: “What are you doing?”

This time, Min Yang was truly flustered. Without a second thought, he pulled the little stammerer’s shirt back down and turned angrily to the butler nearby, “Do I need to ask you both to leave?”

Tutu, pretending to be indifferent, was lying on the floor, but even he couldn’t escape Min Yang’s wrath. “Didn’t you hear me?”

Tutu looked up in confusion, “Woof?”

Tutu didn’t understand human speech, woof?

Min Yang bundled Tang Zhe up tightly, glaring at the disobedient dog, “Out!”

Tutu tilted his head, looking back at Min Yang, “Woof woof?”

Min Yang, now exasperated, barked, “Close your eyes!”

Tutu spun in a circle, then tilted his head again, “Woo—”

Min Yang snapped, “Do you believe I’ll cut your dog food?”

The butler: …

Tang Zhe: …

Seeing that tensions were about to escalate between man and dog, the butler decided to intervene. Trembling, he picked up the brave Tutu and hurriedly fled downstairs.

Min Yang was still fuming, his face dark and his mouth shut tight.

The Alpha’s arm was wrapped tightly around the little stammerer’s waist, holding him so firmly that he couldn’t move. Tang Zhe was held so tightly that it hurt, and in a soft voice, he called out to Min Yang, “Mr… Mr. Min.”

Min Yang, still not over his anger, coldly replied, “Speak.”

Tang Zhe: “It… it hurts.”

“Now you know it hurts?” Min Yang didn’t know why he was so angry, but just thinking about what Tang Zhe had been about to do earlier made him feel a surge of frustration.

This little stammerer had no sense of propriety!

And in front of four eyes, no less—how could he just… just lift his shirt like that?

Min Yang gripped Tang Zhe’s clothing tightly and scolded, “Inappropriate!”

Tang Zhe, not one to back down, retorted, “But… but the butler… is… is a Beta.”

“And… and Tutu… is… just… a puppy.”

Tang Zhe stated a simple fact, “And… and besides, I… I only lifted… just… a little bit… of my shirt.”

Tang Zhe spoke slowly, and as Min Yang listened to his stammering, his hotheadedness gradually cooled down.

What was he so angry about? Min Yang suddenly couldn’t figure it out. As Tang Zhe had said, the butler was just a Beta, and Min Yang knew very well that nothing could possibly happen between the little stammerer and the butler.

As for Tutu… that was even more impossible.

Besides, his marriage to Tang Zhe was nothing more than a forced arrangement. When the time came, they would part ways.

So what was he so angry about?

Min Yang tried to find a reasonable explanation for his behavior, but the more he thought about it, the more irritated he became.

—It felt like he was on the verge of losing control of his emotions.

Min Yang spent so much time lost in thought that by the time he came back to reality, the little stammerer had already taken his hand and placed it on his own waist.

Only then did Min Yang notice that Tang Zhe also had a scar on his waist.

It was a knife wound.

This was why Tang Zhe had immediately recognized the scar on Min Yang’s brow as a knife wound.

—Because he had one himself.

“What happened?” Min Yang didn’t even realize how soft his voice had become, nor how gently he was touching the scar on the little stammerer’s waist.

“It’s… it’s nothing,” Tang Zhe replied, but he kept Min Yang’s hand in place.

Through Tang Zhe’s halting story, Min Yang gradually learned the origin of the scar.

Four years ago, a few new servants at the Tang family, hoping to curry favor with the young master of the main house, took away the only thing Tang Zhe’s mother had left him. They lied to Tang Zhe, saying it had been thrown out in the countryside.

There was an abandoned village on the outskirts, and those people had only wanted to see Tang Zhe make a fool of himself. But Tang Zhe, naive as he was, went there anyway.

The village had been uninhabited for years, with weeds growing as tall as half a person. Tang Zhe wore a raincoat, stumbling through the undergrowth as he searched.

Tang Zhe was familiar with the village, having lived there with his mother as a child. As he searched, he eventually made his way back to the dilapidated house they had once lived in.

He didn’t expect to find anyone there.

Or rather, it wasn’t just one person, but a group of people.

It wasn’t quite accurate to call it a group, as Tang Zhe quickly figured out what was happening—it looked like one person was being chased by many.

The person being chased seemed to be an Alpha, but Tang Zhe couldn’t see clearly from such a distance. Judging by the Alpha’s cautious demeanor and uneven steps, it was clear that the Alpha was injured.

The people chasing him were all wearing matching black jackets. Tang Zhe counted about twenty of them, most of them strong and muscular Alphas.

Tang Zhe wasn’t sure what he was thinking at the time, but watching the Alpha repeatedly stumble and get back up, even using the village’s terrain to take out several pursuers, something in his mind snapped, and he decided to help.

There wasn’t much Tang Zhe could do, but he was so familiar with the village that he knew every path and shortcut, even with his eyes closed. It didn’t take long for him to skilfully lead the man into hiding.

He deliberately trampled the thick grass around the village to throw the pursuers off, then made noise in the opposite direction of where the Alpha was hiding.

But Tang Zhe was just an ordinary person, unlike those who had received professional training. Despite buying some time by exploiting his knowledge of the terrain, it wasn’t long before they caught him.

A sharp blade sliced through his flesh, and Tang Zhe was knocked to the ground with a single punch.

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