Chapter 15 Temporary Mark

Chapter 15 Temporary Mark

The sweet scent instantly flooded the entire room.

The unleashed power of a compatibility rate exceeding 100% was something the world seldom witnessed. In an instant, Zhou Yu felt the blood rushing backward through his entire body.

His mind went completely blank.

By the time he regained his senses, he had already pinned Lin Yunshu down beneath him, clamping his jaw and kissing him roughly.

If Lin Yunshu’s pheromones were like shattering a bottle of aphrodisiac-scented incense in the room, then Zhou Yu was nothing less than the perfect scent-diffusing stone.

A Perfect Match meant there would never be another pair in the world more compatible—at least, physiologically unmatched.

The instant their pheromones merged, rationality completely collapsed.

Zhou Yu prided himself on his extraordinary patience, capable of calculatingly and persistently integrating himself into Lin Yunshu’s life.

But at this moment, instinct overwhelmed reason, and he suddenly began to doubt his long-held convictions.

Lin Yunshu lay supine on the marble tabletop, dark gray veins spreading slowly beneath him. His hair had never been so disheveled.

"Yun Shu," Zhou Yu tenderly caressed the corner of his eye.

Lin Yunshu’s eyes were glazed over, pooled with tears, as he gasped for breath in the breaks between kisses.

The buttons of his shirt had popped off, and his slender neck was flushed and reddened.

Zhou Yu teased his earlobe with his tongue, causing him to shudder as he closed his eyes. His fingers clutched desperately at Zhou Yu’s shirt, tears tracing paths from the corners of his eyes.

Zhou Yu’s pheromones seemed to carry actual heat, escalating the room’s temperature to unimaginable levels.

Lin Yunshu was drenched as if he'd been pulled from water; even his vision blurred. He only felt himself being lifted.

Suspended in the air, he instinctively wrapped his arms around Zhou Yu’s neck, pressing against his shoulder as he panted softly.

Zhou Yu nuzzled the nape of his neck.

The gland, formerly concealed beneath the skin, was now visibly swollen and engorged, forming a small, distinct bulge.

It was smaller than that of an average Omega—not fully developed, not yet glistening like a budding blossom.

It made him feel both tender yet pained.

He gently pressed against the soft gland, his slightly calloused fingertips rubbing against the extremely fragile protrusion.

Such stimulation was nothing short of a deadly provocation for an Omega in heat.

Lin Yunshu’s entire back arched taut, his face buried in Zhou Yu’s shoulder as he stifled a low cry, his chest heaving rapidly.

He was so wet he felt like dissolving.

"Yun Shu," Zhou Yu carried him toward the sofa, whispering in a mesmerizing tone in his ear as they moved, "How about I give you a temporary mark first, okay?"

Lin Yunshu remained silent, his head lowered.

Zhou Yu watched the flushed crimson nape of his neck rise and fall, unsure if he had even heard.

"Your temperature's too high right now. I’m worried you can’t handle it," he coaxed gently, patting Lin Yunshu’s back. "Is that okay?"

In truth, whether it was okay or not, he was going to do it anyway.

While his words gently sought consent, his strides toward the sofa were decisive and unwavering, without a moment's hesitation.

"Hurry up."

He suddenly heard a hoarse voice.

It whispered close to his ear, the warm breath sweeping over his earlobe.

But Zhou Yu couldn’t believe what he had heard. His gaze flickered as he looked down.

Lin Yunshu lifted his eyes, his lashes damp and clinging together.

He tightened his grip on Zhou Yu’s shirt, his voice trembling with extreme restraint.

"I said hurry up…"

Those five short words made Zhou Yu’s emotions surge from shock to utter ecstasy.

The sofa was wine-red, draped with a thick, soft velvet throw. Lin Yunshu’s skin melted into it, soft as water.

Zhou Yu decided he would no longer slowly integrate himself into Lin Yunshu’s life.

He leaned down, pinning Lin Yunshu’s wrists behind his back, and kissed the skin at the nape of his neck. His canine teeth pierced the swollen gland.

Shirts and ties lay scattered on the floor.

He directly made his way into Lin Yunshu’s body.

...(fade to black)

·

The banquet continued late into the night.

As midnight fireworks lit up the sky, the event drew to a close.

Celebrities began to leave one after another. Chen Shuyang, guided by his agent, followed the crowd slowly toward the exit.

He kept glancing around, only offering awkward greetings to the stars when reminded by his agent.

These were people he had only ever seen on TV—most of them household names, either award-winning actors and actresses or top-tier celebrities, with the least famous still being currently popular rising stars.

For someone like Chen Shuyang, an obscure minor model, no matter how eagerly he tried to greet them, the celebrities simply ignored him.

Some of the more good-natured ones might offer a perfunctory smile in return.

"What are you so distracted looking for?" his agent nudged his arm. "These are all senior figures—show some respect!"

Chen Shuyang nodded casually.

From his looks to his temperament, he came off as arrogant and aloof. Bowing and scraping had never been his style since childhood.

Besides, in his eyes, none of those so-called celebrities or top stars could hold a candle to Lin Yunshu’s beauty.

Not only were they inferior—they were far from it.

Chen Shuyang had grown up looking at Lin Yunshu's face, and after seeing half the entertainment industry in one night, his first reaction was actually disappointment.

"Every Tom, Dick, and Harry with a plastic-surgery face can become celebrities these days," he complained.

"Are you fucking insane?!" His agent was horrified and immediately covered his mouth.

Fortunately, the venue was noisy, and no one heard his outrageous remarks.

"If they're just random nobodies, what does that make you?" The agent gritted his teeth. "You're not even worth the dirt under their shoes—all the attitude of a top star, but none of the clout!"

Chen Shuyang pursed his lips and ignored him.

The agent started beating his chest in frustration, complaining he never should've signed him on impulse because of his looks.

Chen Shuyang glanced around, thought it was a bit strange.

He hadn't caught sight of Lin Yunshu all evening.

Lin Yunshu was in charge of overseeing the entire venue. He had been present throughout the fashion show, so it didn't make sense for him to suddenly disappear during the banquet.

The agent ran into a few old friends and warmly went over to greet them.

Chen Shuyang didn't know them and wasn't interested. He said, "Brother Zhang, I'm going to the restroom."

"Go ahead, go ahead," the agent replied without even turning around.

Chen Shuyang left on his own.

The restroom was located in the hallway at the far end of the hall, completely opposite to the direction everyone was leaving.

Chen Shuyang walked against the crowd, and the further he went, the more deserted it became. By the time he reached the restroom, there was no one around.

He used the toilet, washed his face, and leisurely walked out. By then, the hall was almost entirely empty, and the spacious hallway felt eerily quiet and ominous.

Fortunately, he had a naturally thick skin and was fearless.

Just a few steps out, he suddenly heard a faint sound behind him.

It was the soft creak of a door being pushed open.

Chen Shuyang instinctively stepped back, hiding behind the restroom wall.

He cautiously peeked out.

Not far down the hallway, a man was locking the door to a lounge.

He was extremely tall, wearing a well-tailored shirt and dress pants. His collar was disheveled, and he was carrying another person in his arms.

After locking the door with one hand, he gently adjusted his hold on the person in his arms, tightening his grip.

A suit jacket was wrapped around the person he was carrying.

The lighting was dim, and Chen Shuyang couldn't see their faces clearly, but from their figures and clothing, he recognized the man as Zhou Yu, the current chairman of Lin'an Group.

Although he had only caught a distant glimpse of Zhou Yu at the event, Zhou Yu's imposing height and presence left a deep impression.

Chen Shuyang was also an alpha, and high-level alphas were naturally competitive with each other.

"Tch."

Chen Shuyang shook his head in disdain.

He instinctively assumed Zhou Yu had spent the night with some celebrity, lamenting that even an alpha like Zhou Yu couldn't resist the temptation of beauty.

Zhou Yu turned and steadily walked toward the elevator with the "little celebrity" in his arms.

It was the elevator leading to the hotel rooms upstairs.

"Tch!"

Chen Shuyang felt another wave of disgust.

At that moment, the "little celebrity's" hand slipped down.

That hand was pale and slender, each finger like a work of art meticulously crafted by God, with even the curve of the nails perfectly shaped.

Chen Shuyang glanced at it and froze on the spot.

Immediately afterward, his entire body stiffened.

That was Lin Yunshu's hand!

There was no one else in the world with such beautiful hands.

Chen Shuyang was one hundred percent certain it was Lin Yunshu.

It had to be Lin Yunshu!

In an instant, Chen Shuyang's blood rushed to his head. The thought that his brother had been taken advantage of by someone with power made his fingertips tremble.

That bastard Zhou Yu!

Lin Yunshu would never actively seduce anyone. Besides, his health was poor, and he couldn't tolerate an alpha's scent at all.

That meant Zhou Yu had forced him.

Damn it!

This wolf in sheep's clothing actually dared to use his position to take advantage of his brother... his brother!

·

Zhou Yu carried Lin Yunshu back to the top-floor suite.

He called Li Xun and instructed him to have someone clean up the lounge at the end of the second floor, ensuring no leaks or traces were left behind.

Lin Yunshu had completely lost consciousness, exhausted and sunk into a deep sleep.

Zhou Yu filled the bathtub with hot water and carefully carried Lin Yunshu into it.

The suite had a large bathroom, no smaller than the master bedroom, with an oversized built-in tub spacious enough to fit five or six people.

The bright lighting in the room made the marks all over Lin Yunshu's body even more visible.

Beneath the kiss marks, there were faint bruises on the inside of his arm.

Zhou Yu remembered Lin Yunshu mentioning that he used to rely on inhibitor injections to stabilize his pheromones, and his heart ached.

"You won't need to use them anymore..."

He murmured, gently caressed Lin Yunshu's cheek.

Lin Yunshu tilted his head and nestled into his arm, his brow subconsciously furrowed as if uncomfortable.

He carefully cleaned Lin Yunshu's body.

It had happened so suddenly, and they didn't have a condom handy at the time. Many things were unavoidable...

And Lin Yunshu was an Omega—Omegas could get pregnant!

Although messy pheromones really mess with conception, Zhou Yu was still somewhat worried.

After all, Lin Yunshu wasn't in the best health, and he didn’t want Lin Yunshu to suffer.

Moreover, Secretary Lin had an unusual passion for his work, and Zhou Yu didn’t want any accidents to affect his career.

Lin Yunshu’s skin was too thin, so the marks showed up really clearly.

Even though Zhou Yu was being very careful, Lin Yunshu still let out a soft groan in his sleep, clearly uncomfortable.

"Sorry, sorry," Zhou Yu comforted him with a kiss on his temple. "I'll be gentler."

It really was his fault for losing control earlier, couldn't control how rough he got.

Zhou Yu was torn between guilt and helplessness. He tapped Lin Yunshu’s forehead lightly and, taking advantage of his unconscious state, gritted his teeth and said, "Serves you right for checking out that male model!"

"Was he really that good-looking?"

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so worked up, acting like an immature idiot, letting his emotions get the better of him just to prove a point.

At the time, he had only one thought: to show Lin Yunshu who was better—him or the male model.

To make sure Lin Yunshu would never dare to glance at anyone else again after this experience.

In the heat of the moment, it had felt exhilarating and intense, but now, seeing Lin Yunshu looking so vulnerable, his heart ached with regret and worry.

Zhou Yu let out a heavy sigh.

"I brought this on myself, damn it..."

·

After the bath, Zhou Yu gently tucked Lin Yunshu into bed, tucking the blankets around him, before finally picking up his phone.

Li Xun had called three times.

"Boss!" Li Xun’s voice was frantic amidst the commotion in the background. "There’s trouble!"

Zhou Yu glanced back at Lin Yunshu, who was sound asleep, and not wanting to disturb him, slipped out of the bedroom, closing the door softly.

"If there’s trouble, call the police," Zhou Yu finally raised his voice. "What, am I a judge now?"

"No... it’s someone causing a scene downstairs," Li Xun seemed struggling to explain. "They’re cursing you, saying awful things, and even... even saying they want to take Secretary Lin away..."

After saying this, Li Xun even closed his eyes and held the phone away, bracing for his boss’s explosive reaction.

But Zhou Yu was uncharacteristically silent for several seconds.

"Bring him up," he said.

·

Five minutes later, Chen Shuyang was escorted into the living room by bodyguards.

The moment he saw Zhou Yu, he nearly lunged at him, only held back by three bodyguards restraining him.

"Zhou Yu, you scumbag!" he snarled, veins bulging. "What did you do to Lin Yunshu?! Huh?! I’m warning you, let him go now!"

Zhou Yu, already in his pajamas, lounged on the sofa, eyeing the young man with amusement.

So this was the male model.

Even after just one encounter, Zhou Yu would never forget him.

"What’s it to you?"

His sharp gaze swept over the male model mockingly from head to toe. "Yun Shu just smiled at you once, and you’re still hung up on him?"

"Yun Shu?" The young man frowned strangely, as if disgusted. "Hung up on him? Don’t make me laugh!"

"Pfft," Zhou Yu didn’t believe him. "Young people, always so stubborn."

"But I’ll let it slide this time," he said magnanimously, spreading his hands. "If I ever catch you making moves on Yun Shu again, don’t blame me for not being polite."

"You’re out of your mind." Chen Shuyang struggled free. "Don’t you dare twist this around and threaten me! Just because you have money doesn’t make you special. I’m taking Lin Yunshu with me today!"

Zhou Yu laughed at that, surprised the male model had such backbone.

"Who do you think you are, trying to take someone from me?"

"Who am I?" Chen Shuyang sneered. "I’m his brother! By blood!"

He declared emphatically, "And who the hell are you to stop me!"

At those words, Zhou Yu’s expression changed.

He paused abruptly, then suddenly stood up and walked toward Chen Shuyang.

The bodyguards quickly restrained Chen Shuyang again.

Only then did Zhou Yu deign to take a proper look at the male model’s face.

So ordinary!

Not nearly masculine or handsome enough for an alpha, and his features and demeanor were nowhere near Lin Yunshu’s level. Blood relation meant nothing—this guy hadn't inherited any of Lin Yunshu’s looks.

"What are you staring at?" Chen Shuyang’s eyes flashed with a defiant look against authority.

Zhou Yu raised an eyebrow.

Starting with that look, he finally saw a slight resemblance to Secretary Lin.

"So you’re Lin Yunshu’s cousin?" he asked skeptically.

Chen Shuyang was taken aback. "You know about me?"

In an instant, Zhou Yu’s expression shifted dramatically—from surprise to shock, from shock to sudden understanding, and finally to sheer delight.

Is this really Lin Yunshu's younger male cousin?

Zhou Yu gave the young man a once-over.

This isn't a male model—this is Lin Yunshu's cousin!

So Lin Yunshu wasn't checking out the male model after all!

He barely kept a straight face, pressing down a smile, and quickly signaled the bodyguards to release him.

Chen Shuyang finally straightened up, immediately drawing himself up to his full height and glaring at Zhou Yu, doing his utmost not to lose face in the confrontation.

But Zhou Yu suddenly shifted his attitude, showing an unexpected trace of friendliness.

"Not only do I know you," he said, "I also know you were kicked out of bed by Lin Yunshu—five times."

He held up five fingers.

Chen Shuyang's pupils dilated violently.

"You!"

He took a half-step back in shock, burning with humiliation and rage at the memory.

That was ages ago—how could Zhou Yu possibly know?!

"How… how did you…" he stammered incoherently.

"How did I know?"

Zhou Yu smiled as if he could read Chen Shuyang's mind.

"We got off on the wrong foot earlier. Let me reintroduce myself," he took a step closer. "Hello, brother-in-law. I'm your brother's husband."

He added modestly and with subtle pride, "I'm a bit embarrassed to say it, but Yun Shu has never once kicked me out of bed."

Chen Shuyang: "Wha...?!"

Author's Note:

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Zhou Yu (happily): Bro-in-law!

Zhou Yu—a guy who hates when people want his wife, but hates it even more when someone doesn't. What a character.

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