Chapter 29

Chapter 29

Lunatic!

With his back pressing heavily against the wheelchair backrest, Ruan Yunchu struggled to push the person on top of him away, but in the next second, Yan Zhuo hooked the side adjustment button of the wheelchair and pressed it gently. The boy's body suddenly leaned back, and he pressed down on him in turn.

"Baby, you've really made me so angry."

Ruan Yunchu breathed heavily, turning his head to avoid his burning, frantic kisses. "Get off!"

"I hate it when you say that the most."

Yan Zhuo muttered indistinctly, then lowered his head, seizing the soft lips, and as Ruan Yunchu opened his mouth to curse, he pushed his tongue in, kissing him thoroughly.

For a moment, only muffled, hurried breaths filled the backseat, accompanied by the rustle of clothes being ruffled, echoing in their ears.

Ruan Yunchu gradually struggled to breathe, and could only passively press down on the hand that was roaming through the fabric of his clothes.

His strength was gone, and he could no longer utter sharp words. Yan Zhuo looked at his slightly reddened eyes and porcelain-white, soft cheeks, and the hint of cruelty in his heart faded.

"Baby, don't make me angry, okay? Otherwise, I really can't control myself."

His tone was extremely low, carrying little threat, making it barely audible. Amidst his own rapid breaths and heartbeat, Ruan Yunchu still managed to make out his words after seeing his expression clearly.

"Get out."

Yan Zhuo hated it most when he said that, and his eyes instantly turned dangerous.

"Master, sometimes I wonder if you're actually seducing me, or if you just really enjoy being in places like this..."

His tone was suggestive, and the deliberate misinterpretation infuriated Ruan Yunchu.

"Do you think everyone is as shameless as you?"

Yan Zhuo chuckled softly, then lowered his head, reluctantly lingering on his lips for a moment. Sensing that Ruan Yunchu was about to push him away again, he quickly seized both slender wrists, his rough fingers gently rubbing them, sending electric shivers through his body.

Ruan Yunchu's body had always been sensitive and couldn't withstand such treatment, especially since he didn't fully trust Yan Zhuo and wasn't sure if he would actually lose control here.

So he had no choice but to yield. When the car came to a stop, he lightly pushed Yan Zhuo.

"Let go."

Yan Zhuo grunted twice but refused to let go, burying his head in his neck and rubbing against his skin, his coarse hair scratching painfully.

"No way. If I let you out of the car, you'll run off again. Don't think I don't know your game."

Ruan Yunchu found it absurd: "So you want to stay like this forever?"

"Hmm..." Yan Zhuo thought hard for a few seconds, then finally looked up solemnly and said matter-of-factly, "Then baby should give me a couple of kisses as an apology."

"Apologize to you?" Ruan Yunchu laughed in disbelief.

Yan Zhuo: "After all, the master deliberately left me alone at home and went to spend the night at someone else's place. Have you forgotten the relationship between us now? You show me no respect at all."

"I should be saying that to you, Yan Zhuo."

Ruan Yunchu's expression turned cold. "I'd like to ask you where you went last night."

As he asked this, his gaze locked onto the man in front of him, but he could not read anything from his calm and composed expression.

Yan Zhuo snorted lightly. "Do I even need to say? If I had stayed home, I definitely would have ended up going to your room to find you. I didn't want to be that pathetic, always being the one to back down. When will it be your turn to come find me for once?"

Ruan Yunchu felt his patience running out. "You did something wrong, and you want me to apologize to you?"

"Can you really blame it all on me? Are you saying you don't love me at all?" Yan Zhuo's gaze was resentful, like a scorned lover.

Ruan Yunchu frowned slightly and suddenly didn't want to continue this discussion.

Seeing his avoidance, Yan Zhuo suddenly snapped: "Fine! So you really don't like me at all? You won't even lie to me?"

"You're reading too much into it."

"Then tell me, why won't you answer my question? Isn't that the same as admitting it?"

"Believe what you want."

"..."

Oh my God.

Yan Zhuo looked at him in disbelief, his eyes filled with disappointment and grievance, as if Ruan Yunchu had suddenly turned into a heartless jerk who had tricked the innocent feelings of a naive guy.

Unable to bear being looked at like that, Ruan Yunchu said coldly, "I agreed to be with you not because I like you that much, but because we both need something from each other and need a plausible excuse. If you've misunderstood anything, I'm sorry. You can choose to break up with me at any time."

"..."

Yan Zhuo was nearly enraged by his shameless words.

"You not only betrayed my true feelings, but now you're also urging me to break up with you—what exactly are you plotting?"

The veins on Ruan Yunchu's temples throbbed slightly, his patience completely gone. Moreover, Yan Zhuo was still pressing on top of him, making it hard to breathe. He finally hit him hard on the shoulder.

"Get off! You're too heavy!"

Yan Zhuo glared at him fiercely, his eyes filled with dangerous thoughts. But just as Ruan Yunchu braced himself, he slowly sat up straight and did nothing. He got out of the car, fuming.

It was ten minutes later when Ruan Yunchu, after straightening himself up, got out of the car. Chen Quan was still waiting outside, clearly having seen Yan Zhuo storm off. He looked a little awkward.

"Master, the items from the Ming family have all been inspected. There are no issues. Should I place them in your room?"

"Yeah." Ruan Yunchu closed his eyes wearily. "Put one bed in my room; do whatever you want with the other."

"It's not just beds. There are also some smart home appliances and two small hovercars in the backyard. They seem to be their new models from the first half of the year."

Ruan Yunchu wasn't surprised. After all, the Ming family needed a favor from him, so they wouldn't just send two unimportant beds.

"Since there's no problem, keep them. Handle the rest as you see fit."

"Yes."

Chen Quan asked no further questions.

But just as Ruan Yunchu was about to enter the house, he suddenly thought of something and turned to him, lowering his voice. "Keep a close watch on Yan Zhuo these days. Let me know immediately if he goes out."

Despite his confusion, Chen Quan agreed.

"Alright."

That night, Yan Zhuo, as though still pouting, did not come to Ruan Yunchu's room.

He had rested well at the Ming residence, but his nerves were far from relaxed. Only after returning home did he feel truly tired, so he went to bed early to rest.

Yet the words Ming Ya had spoken to him during the day still echoed in his head. The image of that mysterious commander seemed to gradually solidify in his mind.

In the past nineteen years, Ruan Yunchu had only cared about his own survival plan, with no interest in learning about the outside world. Still, he had some respect for that invincible commander—though now he was more wary than admiring.

If Peng Zhongying's earlier hints had indeed come from the commander, then his current situation was pretty dangerous.

The commander... Enigma? What exactly is that?

Ruan Yunchu knew a lot about secondary sex characteristics, but this was the first time he had heard of the Enigma designation.

The high command of the Alliance hid it, most likely because there were too few individuals with this trait. If the existence of someone who could completely overpower alphas were made public, it would definitely make everyone panic.

Suddenly, Ruan Yunchu kind of got it.

As his thoughts continued, his mind gradually grew weary. In that half-asleep, half-awake state, the blurry image in his mind merged with someone he remembered.

He was jolted awake in an instant. Opening his eyes and staring at the crystal chandelier swaying slightly on the ceiling, he was completely dazed.

Yan Zhuo.

This guy who showed up out of nowhere was so mysterious that Ruan Yunchu had sent people to investigate for a long time without getting a single clue.

If Yan Zhuo were truly an ordinary person, how could there be zero clues about him?

Yan Zhuo, who gave off no pheromones whatsoever—could he really be a beta? Could he also be the legendary Enigma?

At this thought, Ruan Yunchu's heart gave a heavy thump. Closing his eyes, he thought hard about how sharp and dangerous the guy was.

Yan Zhuo had been by his side for so long, yet he had never encountered an opponent who could go toe-to-toe with him. Even Lin Zheng, who had undergone rigorous Alliance training, had called him a dangerous presence.

Could he be the commander?

As soon as this thought arose, Ruan Yunchu's back broke out in a cold sweat.

But then, thinking about how the guy never seemed serious, he had to brush off the idea.

Forget it. What was he thinking? With Yan Zhuo's slacker attitude and total fearlessness, even if he had joined the Alliance, he probably wouldn't have risen to a high position.

But if Peng Zhongying, a lieutenant general, could approach him for reasons he still didn't fully understand, then could Yan Zhuo also be an undercover agent sent by the Alliance?

He had considered this possibility before, but even now, without certainty, he'd prefer it if Yan Zhuo was Alliance.

If he were from the rebels...

Ruan Yunchu's eyes turned cold.

If Yan Zhuo truly were a rebel, he'd kill him on the spot.

-

In the following days, Ruan Yunchu shuttled between home and the hospital. Yan Zhuo no longer clung to him as before but stayed at home, fussing over the flower bed.

Ruan Yunchu also reduced his at-home rehabilitation sessions, instead using his hospital inspections to practice standing.

With hand support, he could now barely stand. His legs were always sore and numb—even sitting was uncomfortable—but this pain gave him an unprecedented sense of hope.

After an unknown number of days, with the accompanying doctor's help, he finally managed to take his first step while holding onto the railing.

Though his legs trembled violently and his remaining strength couldn't support a second step, the rehab room still filled with cheers.

The young man wore a simple shirt and casual pants. His slender, thin calves trembled slightly, and his shoulder-length hair was tied back, but a few strands came loose to cover his pale cheeks.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, dampening strands of hair. His emerald-green eyes shimmered with a fine layer of moisture, clear and vivid.

Chen Quan, watching this scene, felt a surge of both emotion and heartache.

"The doctor says that once you can take the first step, you're close to standing and even walking."

Ruan Yunchu sat back down in his wheelchair as a nurse knelt before him, massaging his burning, trembling leg muscles. He looked up to see Chen Quan's genuine joy and couldn't help the small smile that formed on his lips.

"That's good."

Chen Quan was overjoyed. "We gotta cook something good tonight to celebrate."

Hearing this, Ruan Yunchu said nothing more but added a reminder: "Keep this a secret for now."

Chen Quan understood: "I get it."

But Ruan Yunchu, as if still uneasy, added, "Especially from that Yan Zhuo."