The two of them fell into a brief silence, allowing both parties enough time to calm down.
“Do you want to continue?” Chu Wenyu reclined on the bed, glancing at Alpha. His unkempt black t-shirt, a symbol of his distinctive style, didn’t diminish the glow in his eyes. Black was his color of choice, his own brand, not influenced by the royal attire of a monarch. His casual wear often made the black hue appear aloof and dispirited.
Jiang Ling was a bit lost when he heard Chu Wenyu’s words, running his fingers through his hair in frustration, unsure of his own thoughts.
He couldn’t help but feel for Chu Wenyu, knowing that he’d do anything to change his fate, and he was well aware of his own heartbeat. Slowly and steadily, he found himself drawn to Chu Wenyu.
But at this moment, the room’s ambiguous atmosphere was driving him to the brink. Whenever he touched Chu Wenyu’s body, the pheromones flowed uncontrollably, and he yearned to let it all out, yet there was no release.
Alpha’s instincts were urging him to dominate and bond with the omega who emitted similar pheromones, but it wasn’t possible here.
He suddenly regained his composure. He wasn’t someone to be swayed by mere physical needs, not only that he hadn’t truly thought about the future and all the conflicts and differences between him and Chu Wenyu. Jiang Ling, too, was reaching the limits of his understanding. Was his affection due to pity and reluctance, because he had discovered the supposed tyrant was, in fact, adorable? Could this be considered love?
He could understand the firmness in Chu Wenyu’s eyes and was surprised by his frankness. But once they confirmed this path, there would be no turning back. Jiang Ling felt it was too soon, and he had to take responsibility for Chu Wenyu. He couldn’t just shatter that fragile paper.
“Your Majesty, may I continue with your back massage?” Jiang Ling regained his clarity, his gaze clear. He wasn’t one to think with hormones. If the moment came when he felt it was right, he would wholeheartedly commit.
Chu Wenyu understood Alpha’s intent and nodded expressionlessly. He bit his tongue hard to restrain the anger and frustration within him, a metallic taste hitting his throat.
At this moment, he realized his guess was accurate. Jiang Ling simply regarded him as a cat he could pamper at will. His instincts tempted him to make Jiang Ling submit to him, but he understood that the man responded better to gentleness rather than force. From what he had observed, Jiang Ling wasn’t unresponsive, but they weren’t at the point of no return.
He decided not to employ certain means unless necessary. At least for now, Jiang Ling showed no intention of leaving.
“Let’s stop here for today. You can go,” Chu Wenyu said, his tone returning to normal.
Jiang Ling thought Chu Wenyu was surprisingly proactive and might not give up so easily. This made him feel somewhat guilty. It was only natural for a tyrant to get angry, and it made him seem pitiable.
Jiang Ling was concerned that Chu Wenyu might be uncomfortable. He explained, “Your Majesty, I just think it’s moving too fast.” He believed they should let things unfold naturally for the sake of lasting emotions.
In his eyes, Chu Wenyu, too, seemed a bit impulsive, and he was worried that Chu Wenyu might regret it in the future.
Chu Wenyu didn’t want to hear Jiang Ling’s explanations at all. He was in an exceptionally bad mood, although he didn’t show it. However, when he wanted something, he was unlikely to be denied.
He turned away, presenting Jiang Ling with his back.
Jiang Ling felt helpless, yet he still believed his actions were not wrong. If he had indulged in his desires, that would have been truly unforgivable.
But no matter what, he couldn’t help thinking that Chu Wenyu had probably bottled up his anger, which was now making him even more frustrated. He spent the night staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep, waiting for the tyrant’s call that never came.
On that day, following their Majesty’s orders, the steward summoned the royal physician Zheng Ziang into the palace. However, Jiang Ling was unaware that the villain knew everything, assuming the other party was suffering again and chose not to inform him.
As Jiang Ling continued to push the wheelchair as usual, he inquired, “Your Majesty, are you feeling unwell again? Why didn’t you tell me?”
Since that day, Chu Wenyu had displayed nothing out of the ordinary. Jiang Ling believed the matter had been brushed aside, but it seemed that wasn’t the case.
Chu Wenyu, propping up his head, watched Alpha’s concerned expression, feeling a hint of satisfaction within. Remembering Jiang Ling’s previous admission of jealousy, he raised an eyebrow and spoke coldly, “My royal physician will take care of me. Telling you won’t make any difference.”
Having said that, he quietly observed Jiang Ling’s expression and noticed the subtle tightening of his lips.
Naturally, he would gradually make Jiang Ling voluntarily disclose everything and be unable to refuse him anymore.
Upon hearing the possessive ‘my,’ Jiang Ling’s heart pained briefly, but concern still overshadowed it. In these recent days, he hadn’t observed any abnormal fluctuations in the villain’s spiritual energy. Could it be that the illness had changed?
In any case, after Zheng Ziang’s true colors were exposed, he would figure out how to talk to Chu Wenyu.
“Alright, I understand,” Jiang Ling nodded, showing no signs of opposition.
Chu Wenyu’s momentarily lifted spirits plummeted again, and he continued, “Since you understand, just find somewhere to pass the time today. I don’t want anyone to disturb me during the treatment.”
Jiang Ling nodded earnestly, though he felt discomfort within. It seemed his previous approach was correct. The tyrant’s temper was notoriously fickle, and it appeared he wasn’t entirely committed to him. The possibility of infidelity lingered, making it essential not to act rashly.
So, Jiang Ling left the palace and wandered around the royal residence.
The moment Jiang Ling left, Chu Wenyu’s face lost its smile. He opened the star network, utilized the information obtained by the steward, and managed to access Jiang Ling’s star network account. He meticulously reviewed Jiang Ling’s browsing history.
Thankfully, the account contained no messages related to anyone else, indicating no affairs.
Jiang Ling seemed remarkably loyal, with his browsing history primarily filled with information about the royal physician, along with a forum he frequented for some time.
Considering the possibility of making friends on a forum, Chu Wenyu clicked to explore. However, the account had been suspended. It contained no content, but the message section held an official notification about the suspension.
Chu Wenyu read the reason for suspension, learning the full story of the situation and once again seeing Zheng Ziang’s name. He smirked as he read this amusing message, finally feeling an outlet for his emotions.
Although his Alpha was infuriating, he could only seek revenge in his own way.
Zheng Ziang had prepared thoroughly for this day. In order to live up to his title as the royal physician, he had custom-tailored several suits inspired by the attire of Prince Jiang Ling from the recent royal banquet he had attended. To be honest, he admired the attention that person had gathered at the banquet.
The design of the suit was indeed exceptional, and when he put it on, it made him look considerably more handsome than in his previous attire.
The day before he was summoned into the palace, Zheng Ziang wore the royal physician’s medal and visited the dean’s office to request a leave of absence.
These were crucial days at the academy, with students fervently preparing for the most significant exams. However, Zheng Ziang no longer needed to concern himself with such trivial matters; he had already excelled in his studies, aiming to distinguish himself in the future before even graduating.
The royal physician of His Majesty, a goal that many professors could never achieve!
Walking along the academy’s pathways, students on their way to the exam halls paused and whispered when they saw him.
“That’s the student, Zheng Ziang, who saved His Majesty at the royal banquet.”
“I’m so envious. We can’t even attend royal banquets.”
“I should have studied to become a therapist. The competition is not as fierce as in the mech specialty. Who knows, with my grades, I might even be the top choice for the royal palace.”
“Forget it. Let’s not dwell on it. Hurry up and go take the exam. While others don’t need to worry about exams, we still have to fret over our scores.”
With determination, Zheng Ziang, head held high, made his way to the dean’s office. To increase the chances of encountering more people, he took a detour, including some of his rivals who were now looking at him with less composure than they’d like.
Upon reaching the office, Zheng Ziang presented his reason for leave. “Dean, His Majesty has summoned me for treatment tomorrow, so I’d like to request leave for the exam.”
The dean, a respected old man, furrowed his brows upon hearing the request. This was a crucial exam, and missing it would mean having to take a makeup, or even delaying graduation. What irked him was the knowledge that Zheng Ziang, a student in the therapist program, hadn’t attended classes in quite some time. Although he understood the young man’s potential and his accomplishments, he believed that students should prioritize their studies, and neglecting them wouldn’t serve His Majesty well.
“I’ll grant your leave, but you should consider the consequences,” the dean advised, hoping Zheng Ziang would return to his studies and participate in makeup exams.
Taking the leave slip, Zheng Ziang responded nonchalantly, “I know.”
In reality, if it weren’t for the opportunity to showcase his prowess once again at the academy, he wouldn’t have bothered asking for leave. He expected to get busier after this, and attending classes might no longer be feasible.
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