Chapter 121: The Married Beta is Anesthetized (Chasing Wife 2.0)

Chapter 121: The Anesthetized Spouse Beta (Winning Back the Spouse 2.0)

Bai Yu had been unconscious for a long time. In his daze, he felt the jolts of travel, the whirring of helicopter blades, and then he seemed to be placed on some kind of medical examination table...

Voices spoke near him, as if examining his body, but he couldn’t open his eyes or move his limbs.

What exactly did Situ Jing intend to do?

Fear spurred his rapid breathing, desperately trying to wake himself up.

The voices around him suddenly ceased, as if everyone had vanished.

After a while, his left foot touched something cold, and in an instant, he lost all consciousness.

At some point, Bai Yu drifted awake in bed and found himself in the vast bedroom at Yanting.

Sunlight streamed through the window, spilling across the wooden floor. The expensive furnishings reflected golden light, and the air carried the sharp scent of fir.

For a moment, Bai Yu wished that his presence here was due to some mysterious force reversing time.

He had returned to the time after he had fulfilled the five-million wager but before going skiing with Situ Jing at Nuolan Snow Mountain...

If that were the case, he wouldn’t sign that employment contract with Situ Jing but would leave decisively.

Then there would be no child, no helplessly witnessing Situ Jing and Ruan Yuntang appearing together, and everything that followed would never have happened.

As Bai Yu tried to entertain this possibility, he felt something restraining his left foot.

He sat up in bed, lifted the blanket, and saw a silver band fastened around his slender, pale ankle.

Situ Jing’s company specialized in high-tech products. Was this band meant to track his real-time location, or did it serve another purpose?

Bai Yu reached out to try and remove the band, but it seemed tailor-made for him. There were no visible seams on the surface—it couldn’t be pulled off or broken.

Remembering that someone had examined his body while he was unconscious, Bai Yu unbuttoned his light-toned loungewear to check if everything was undisturbed.

Fortunately, everything was still there—no injuries, nothing missing.

After buttoning his clothes back up, Bai Yu inadvertently glanced out the window and suddenly noticed that the window had been welded shut with steel bars.

The distant balcony was also locked.

Alarmed, Bai Yu got out of bed and ran barefoot to the door. When he opened it, he saw two bodyguards standing outside, blocking his way.

"Sir, you need to rest."

This was clearly not a reversal of time—Situ Jing had brought him back and imprisoned him!

Bai Yu froze for a few seconds. The lingering aftermath from his argument with Situ Jing at the Moriche Cathedral wedding venue surged back, making him feel cold all over and utterly terrified.

Situ Jing kidnapped me from the wedding and locked me up here—what does he really want? Does he actually expect me to compensate him with another child?!

His aunt witnessed him breaking off the engagement with Ruan Yuntang. Is she doing nothing while he locks me up?

What about Song Huaiqian? Is he out there looking for me?

And Bai Li?

...

Frantic, Bai Yu stared at the bodyguards and insisted, "I want to see Situ Jing!"

The bodyguards remained expressionless and replied indifferently, "The boss will come to see you."

Bai Yu insisted on rushing out, "No, I need to see him now! What are you—"

Bai Yu was forcibly dragged back into the room, and the door closed again.

He slammed his hands against the door several times, shouting, "Let me out!"

"Situ Jing, you lunatic!"

The bodyguards outside did not respond, and no one opened the door.

Bai Yu felt a dizzying wave of overwhelming dizziness. He slid down against the door, sat on the floor, hugged his knees, and felt a genuine pang of regret—

If only he had never met Situ Jing in the first place.

But without Situ Jing, Bai Li wouldn’t be alive and well.

He also wouldn’t have been able to continue university or establish himself as a musician so rapidly.

How did it come to this?

Why does Situ Jing always resurface right when I’m about to start a new life, yanking me back into his world?

What can I do to truly escape Situ Jing’s world?

Bai Yu closed his eyes, clutching his chest tightly, trying to suppress the pain.

He repeated to himself silently, over and over, that he must keep a clear head, find a way out, and never act foolishly.

If you’re bitten by a vicious dog on the street, the first time is an accident, the second time is carelessness, but by the third time, you should have learned your lesson.

No matter why Situ Jing brought him back this time, he would no longer entangle himself with him.

After a while, Bai Yu opened his eyes again, having steadied himself.

He slowly stood up and began searching for his phone.

But after turning the entire bedroom upside down, he found not only that his phone was missing but also that there was no internet access.

Bai Yu had a good idea why Situ Jing was doing this.

Aside from preventing him from escaping, he was also replicating Song Huaiqian’s method of cutting off the internet and confining him in the bishop’s building of the church.

Like a male animal marking its territory, Situ Jing was trying to erase Song Huaiqian’s influence.

Perhaps there was also an element of punishment.

Thinking of this, Bai Yu looked up and scanned the walls around him.

Given Situ Jing’s modus operandi, he definitely wouldn’t forget to install surveillance cameras.

If his guess was correct, that man might be watching his every move through the cameras.

Soon, Bai Yu spotted a camera near the window, confirming his suspicion.

Bai Yu picked up the pillow Situ Jing had slept on, held it up to the camera, threw it to the ground, and stomped on it viciously several times.

Even so, it did nothing to vent his frustration.

Bai Yu picked up the pillow and threw it at the camera. White down feathers flew out from the pillow.

Since he was a child, he had never lost his temper so fiercely, nor had he ever damaged anything out of anger.

This was the first time.

It was all Situ Jing's fault!

After throwing the pillow, Bai Yu slumped down on the sofa, continuing to think of ways to escape.

*

By noon, the butler entered with a meal and placed it on the coffee table.

The main dish was tonkotsu ramen, a small serving, accompanied by a small portion of lamb chops, fish soup, a few side dishes, and a glass of fruit juice.

Bai Yu lay on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling. The silver anklet on his ankle made his skin appear cold and pale.

Even as the aroma of the food drifted over, he remained indifferent.

The butler walked to the sofa and said softly, "Sir, it's time to eat."

Bai Yu did not move or speak.

The butler, as if having anticipated his attitude, reminded him, "The young master said you have only twenty minutes to eat. Whether you eat or not, the food will be taken away when the time is up."

Bai Yu frowned, gripped the cushion tightly, and finally sat up, defeated, picking up his chopsticks.

A hunger strike wasn't something he could pull off.

The butler watched as Bai Yu began to eat and silently stepped back.

"Wait." Bai Yu looked up and called out to the butler.

The butler stopped. "Sir, what is it?"

Bai Yu asked, "Has anyone been looking for me outside?"

The butler pursed his lips and said quietly, "The young master will handle it. You don't need to worry, sir."

"How long does he plan to keep me locked up here?"

"The young master will tell you."

Getting nowhere with his questions, Bai Yu could only nod and continue eating.

Twenty minutes later, when the butler returned to clear the dishes, he saw that the ramen and lamb chop had been finished, and most of the fish soup had been drunk.

Bai Yu handed the empty juice glass to the butler. "This juice is very good. Could you bring me another glass?"

"Of course." The butler took the glass, gave Bai Yu a look full of mixed emotions. "Sir, if you just go along with the young master's wishes, he will let you out, just like before."

Bai Yu frowned slightly, as if unwilling to accept this, but said nothing.

A while later, the butler brought the juice to the bedroom. Just as he was about to go downstairs, he heard a sharp sound from the bedroom.

A bad feeling washed over the butler, and he hurried back to the bedroom.

Two bodyguards immediately opened the bedroom door, and Bai Yu rushed out, holding a shard from the broken glass held to his neck. "Don't move! Let me out!"

His face was pale, his eyes unusually resolute. His palm had already been cut by the glass, and blood stained his neck, collar, and the cuffs of his loungewear. It was a shocking sight.

The butler had never imagined that Bai Yu, despite his gentle demeanor, could do such a thing. Yet he also realized he had a point—

Bai Yu had every right to want nothing to do with Situ Jing.

"Sir, please put down the glass."

Bai Yu tightened his grip on the shard, blood dripping steadily onto his collar. His tone was firm. "Let me out!"

The butler took a few steps back but continued to dissuade him. "Sir, even if we let you go, you wouldn't make it out."

Ignoring the butler's words, Bai Yu rushed downstairs with the glass shard, burst through the living room, and ran outside.

The butler and bodyguards chased after him.

Several people yelled at him, "Sir, you can't leave!"

Bai Yu paid them no mind, sprinting across the vast lawn to take a shortcut to the main gate of Yanting Villa.

As he ran, his hair a mess, his breathing ragged, and his eyes locked on the gate.

Just then, the villa gate opened.

A black Maybach drove in. Situ Jing, sitting in the back seat, looked up and saw Bai Yu running across the lawn.

The light-colored lounge set he had personally changed Bai Yu into was now half-soaked with blood.

At the same moment, Bai Yu saw Situ Jing's face dark with anger and the phone he was slowly raising.

Bai Yu would never think Situ Jing was taking a photo of him or calling him.

Because his phone had long been confiscated by Situ Jing.

Bai Yu's mind raced, trying to guess Situ Jing's intention but kept running.

Suddenly, a sharp, stinging pain pierced his left ankle, as if he'd been stung.

Bai Yu looked down at the silver ring on his left foot and saw two tiny circular needle marks on the inner side—

So this was the ring's real purpose; it contained a hidden tranquilizer dart!

Before Bai Yu could react, his body tilted forward, and he crumpled onto the lawn.

On the grass, the fresh scent of greenery and the earthy smell of soil filled his senses.

He hadn't fallen hard enough to hurt, but he could no longer move. He could do nothing but watch helplessly as Situ Jing got out of the car and strode toward him.

The man's eyes were dark and intense, his jaw was clenched, his thin lips pressed tightly together. His black tailored suit gleamed under the faint breeze, radiating an invisible pressure.

The scene reminded Bai Yu of a news report he had once seen.

A moose had escaped from a zoo. After days of arduous searching, people finally found it in an alley.

An experienced keeper shot the moose with a tranquilizer, and it collapsed to the ground. People dragged it away and returned it to the zoo.

Bai Yu never imagined that one day, he would find himself in a similar perspective as that moose, watching Situ Jing approach him step by step.

He felt, with a sinking despair, that he was still Situ Jing's plaything, and the silver ring was Situ Jing's weapon to control him.

Situ Jing walked to Bai Yu's side, snatched the blood-stained glass shard from his hand, threw it far away, then picked him up and carried him back.

Bai Yu kept glaring at Situ Jing, but due to the anesthetic, his gaze lacked any intimidation, and his eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

Finally, he completely lost consciousness.

*

Bai Yu opened his eyes and found himself back in Yanting’s bedroom, lying on a soft leather sofa, the wound on his right hand was already bandaged.

He looked around and saw Situ Jing sitting on the opposite sofa, holding a glass of wine, staring at him gloomily.

Bai Yu propped himself up with his arms and slowly sat up. The moment he saw the silver anklet on his left ankle, hatred surged within him. "What exactly am I to you?"

"Am I your plaything, your accessory, like your car? You use me when you want, discard me when you feel like it, and pick me back up whenever you please?!"

Situ Jing set down his glass. "I should be asking you that first."

Bai Yu's lips twitched, and he pointed at himself in astonishment. "You're asking me?"

Situ Jing stared straight at Bai Yu. "Yes, I'm asking you. What exactly am I to you?"

Bai Yu suddenly froze. He had never thought about this question, and his feelings toward Situ Jing were hard to define.

Former patron (too distant), benefactor (too formal), friend (not really), former sexual partner (close enough)...

Bai Yu tossed the question back like a ball. "Why are you asking this?"

Situ Jing sneered. "Can't figure it out? Let me tell you—I'm your ATM, your tool for solving problems. When I'm useful, you flatter me and say nice things; when I'm not, you just kick me to the curb and move on to the next."

Bai Yu never expected Situ Jing to turn the tables on him and unconsciously raised his voice. "Did I kick you aside? You were the one who made me leave!"

Situ Jing's brows furrowed deeply. He stood up from the sofa, walked over, grabbed Bai Yu's hand, and pulled him close.

"I told you to leave? I told you I wouldn’t marry Ruan Yuntang—you were the one who packed your bags and left!"

Bai Yu stumbled from the pull and fell against Situ Jing, meeting his gaze.

"You dragged me back just to dredge up this old issue and argue with me? Yes, I left. Since you can get engaged to someone else, why can’t I marry someone else and start a new life?!"

Situ Jing’s eyes turned dark and unfathomable as he tightly gripped Bai Yu’s left wrist. "Bai Yu, are you doing this to get back at me?"

Bai Yu met Situ Jing’s gaze and suddenly laughed, with undisguised mockery. "Why would I want to get back at you? I just want to return to my ordinary life. With or without you, I would have done the same."

In truth, Bai Yu was thinking, *Yes, this is my revenge. Too bad my plan hadn’t even started before you showed up unexpectedly.*

Even though the plan fell apart prematurely, Bai Yu felt a twisted sense of satisfaction when he saw the hurt flash across Situ Jing’s face.

He admitted that he, like Situ Jing, had become abnormal.

Such vengeful thoughts shouldn’t belong to him.

He didn’t dare delve deeper into whether this was due to guilt over that child, the complex feelings Situ Jing had imposed on him over the past three years, or some other reason.

But Bai Yu knew that Situ Jing had already pushed things to an irreparable point. Hurting Situ Jing, making him snap out of it, might be the only way to free himself.

Situ Jing stared intently into Bai Yu’s eyes, as if reading his mind. "Is that so? I think you are. Song Huaiqian was my rival from my youth. You know I hate him."

Bai Yu avoided Situ Jing’s gaze and broke free from his grip. "My personal feelings are none of your business."

"I’ve already given you three years of my youth—helped you through your illness, let you bite me, allowed that thing of yours, which could set a Guinness record, to merge with my body, doing it day and night like a dog in heat."

"I’ve endured your unpredictable temper, listened to the heart condition you’ve had since your car accident at twelve, tolerated your overwhelming possessiveness. We’re even, aren’t we?"

"Even?" Situ Jing looked at Bai Yu and let out a series of cold laughs. "You think it’s that easy to be even?"

Bai Yu stared back at Situ Jing. "Isn’t it enough? Fine, I’ll pay back every penny you spent on me, and you can remove this anklet."

Situ Jing stepped closer to Bai Yu and demanded, "How are you going to get it?"

Bai Yu averted his eyes. "You don’t need to worry. I’ll have it soon."

Situ Jing narrowed his eyes and chuckled softly. "Is it money from Qiao Yihan?"

Bai Yu looked at him in disbelief. "How did you know?"

Situ Jing gazed into Bai Yu’s eyes, rubbing his thumb over Bai Yu’s lips. "Your sister came at me with a sniper rifle that day. How would someone so young get access to a sniper rifle? And who taught her? With a little deduction, I figured out what was going on."

Bai Yu turned his head away from Situ Jing’s touch and stepped back several steps. "Then you should know I can afford it."

Situ Jing took two steps forward, and Bai Yu continued retreating until his back hit the wall.

The man braced one arm against the wall, blocking Bai Yu’s escape. "I don’t need it."

Bai Yu faced Situ Jing up close, the sharp scent of fir overwhelming him, making his heart race. "Then what do you want?"

"You don’t know what I want?"

"I don’t know, and I don’t want to know."

Situ Jing pinched Bai Yu’s chin and said, word by word, "I want you to bear me a child. I want you to marry me. I want the remaining 50% of you—your soul, your body, all of it to belong to me."

Bai Yu jumped as if shocked. "What did you say?"

Situ Jing leaned in closer, gently stroking Bai Yu’s soft, fluffy hair. "Lately, I’ve been dreaming about that child. He told me he wanted to be born. He asked why you didn’t return to his father."

"You’re completely insane!"

Bai Yu pushed hard against Situ Jing’s shoulders, accidentally tugging the wound on his right hand, and gasped in pain.

"At the time, you were all over Ruan Yuntang. I only found out I was pregnant after going to S Country, and I couldn’t decide whether to keep the child. Later, I wanted to find Song Huaiqian to ask for his advice, but on the day I arrived in Moriche, Y Country, I had a natural miscarriage."

"That child was a natural miscarriage. Maybe betas aren’t suited for bearing children. Don’t use this to blame me—I don’t owe you anything!"

Situ Jing’s face darkened further as he pressed Bai Yu back against the wall. "If the child wasn’t Song Huaiqian’s, why were you looking for him?"

Bai Yu glared at Situ Jing, raising his voice angrily. "Because I trust him!"

Situ Jing sneered. "I found matching bone marrow for your sister, gave you the chance to continue your education, helped you escape your perverted stepfather, supported your music dreams—and in the end, I’m less than a former rival of mine, a beta?!"

Bai Yu provocatively looked at Situ Jing, continuing to provoke him. "Mr. Situ, you’re an S-class Alpha. How can you compare yourself to a beta?"

"I’m marrying Song Huaiqian precisely because he’s a beta like me. He doesn’t have rut cycles, he can accept all of me, he’s emotionally stable, responsible, can cook, and doesn’t insist on having children. He’s the most suitable person to spend my life with... Mph!"

Situ Jing found the name extremely grating, and every word Bai Yu said struck a nerve.

He gripped Bai Yu’s shoulders, forced a kiss on his lips, and said through gritted teeth, "You’re mine for life. Don’t even think about marrying anyone else!"

Bai Yu pushed against Situ Jing. "I can’t have children—go find someone else!"

"You’ve been pregnant before—that proves you can!"

"No, that miscarriage only proves my body can't carry a child!"

Situ Jing brought his intense face close to Bai Yu, their breaths mingling, noses nearly touching as they stared into each other's eyes. "Do you know how much I regret letting you go back then?"

Bai Yu said calmly, "Even if I had come back to you then, would the outcome have been any different?"

Situ Jing’s broad hand, veins standing out, slammed into the wall. "How do you know it wouldn’t?!"

Bai Yu jumped, squeezing his eyes shut and trembling, unable to speak for a long time.

If he kept his distance, Bai Yu would think Situ Jing was a good man.

Whether it was his handsome features, his S-class Alpha bloodline, his wealth, or his capabilities—all proved he was a man at the top of the pyramid.

Beneath his cold, hard exterior, there was also a softer side.

He, too, could feel guilt, regret, and love for his family.

Bai Yu could sense the guilt and anger behind Situ Jing’s words, which, surprisingly, made him feel a little better.

Similarly, he was willing to comfort Situ Jing one last time.

"What's done is done and can’t be undone. You don’t need to feel guilty, nor do you need to resent me. In the future, you’ll have many children with a suitable high-ranking Omega. Just treat it as if... that child never existed from the start."

"I’m about to graduate now. I have a husband and my own life to live. It’s no longer suitable for me to stay by your side. Let’s part ways gracefully—you go your way, and I’ll go mine."

Bai Yu extended his bandaged right hand to Situ Jing, trying to reconcile.

Situ Jing sneered, brushing aside his hand. "What high road and single-plank bridge? Who taught you to use idioms like that?"

Bai Yu: "..."

Situ Jing leaned close to his ear, his voice low and hoarse. "I don’t want farewells. I want us to be bound together forever."

Bai Yu jerked his head up in alarm, staring at Situ Jing. "Can’t you just let me go?!"

As if he hadn’t heard, Situ Jing, ignoring him, tightened his grip on Bai Yu, took his whole ear into his mouth, even flicking his tongue into the ear canal. The warm, slick sensation sent shivers through Bai Yu’s body.

"Ah..."

Bai Yu twisted his head, trying to break free, but the man scooped him up and threw him onto the large bed.

While kissing him relentlessly, Situ Jing growled, "You’ll always be mine, understand?"

"Don’t close your eyes. Let me see how you feel under my touch!"

Tears clung to Bai Yu’s face as, under the relentless threats, he was forced to open his eyes and meet the man’s lust-filled, deep gaze.

Then, Bai Yu’s consciousness grew hazy. Amid the intertwining pain and pleasure, he heard the man’s fierce questions.

"Did you sleep with him?"

"Has he been here?"

"Answer me!"

...

From that afternoon around one o’clock, when Situ Jing brought Bai Yu back, until the next morning, the sounds from the bedroom gradually subsided.

Bai Yu lay unconscious on the bed, his face flushed, his body covered in hickeys, the silver anklet on his exposed left foot glinting.

The phone on the table kept ringing.

Situ Jing, wearing a black bathrobe, walked over, picked up the phone, and glanced at the name on the screen. Flipping through the call history, he saw dozens of missed calls.

He answered the phone. "Auntie?"

Situ Long’s tone was displeased. "Come to my place immediately."