Chapter 4: Young Master, Did You Lose Control Again This Morning?

Chapter 4: Young Master, Did You Lose Control Again This Morning?

The despair in his eyes deepened, and the faint light within them gradually flickered out.

It's all over.

I can't hold on any longer, Mom.

Su Zhiyu's grief-stricken expression flickered for a moment.

Qin Yan held his breath, seizing this moment of distraction. He seized Su Zhiyu's wrist, yanked it sharply to the side, and in one swift motion flipped over to pin him down on the bed.

"You—"

Su Zhiyu struggled with eyes wide open in fury.

"Calm down!"

Qin Yan pressed his hands firmly onto the pillow, speaking rapidly: "I didn't do anything to you, let alone mark you. You had a fever last night and were in danger. You kept clinging to my hand and wouldn't let me go, so I stayed to take care of you. I only slept next to you because I was dead tired. This is my place—I wasn't about to sleep on the floor, was I?"

After spitting all that out in one breath, Qin Yan sucked in a deep gulp of air and coughed a few more times.

Luckily, Su Zhiyu's body was frail. He'd been knocked around during his heat yesterday and had run a fever all night, leaving him with almost no strength.

Otherwise, he'd be a dead man.

Hearing Qin Yan actually explain himself, Su Zhiyu's hopeless gaze flickered, as if he couldn't quite believe it.

"If you don't believe me, check for yourself—does your body feel any better? I even called a doctor to check on you yesterday."

Su Zhiyu was doubtful, but he carefully took stock of himself. Only then did he realize, startled, that there was no discomfort at his scent gland, and his body felt completely normal.

He... really hadn't been marked. And it seemed he'd even gotten a little of his strength back.

Why?

Qin Yan saw his dazed, confused look—like a clueless little bunny—and couldn't help but puff up with pride: "See? I didn't do a thing. Your young master here is a true gentleman."

"Why?"

"What?"

"Why did you suddenly go easy on me?"

Su Zhiyu stopped struggling, his eyes calm and cold as he stared down the man above him.

Even pinned beneath, he radiated a sharp, commanding presence.

Not bad—pretty sharp, huh?

Qin Yan immediately pulled out all his acting skills, baring his teeth in a vicious snarl: "Who said I was letting you off the hook? Your weak-ass body is too pathetic. I'm scared I'd accidentally kill you and have a corpse on my hands."

"..."

"I'm warning you—you bit me last night. I'll get even with you sooner or later. Just you wait!"

With that, Qin Yan shot him a few vicious glares, then let go with fake calm.

Sure enough, Su Zhiyu didn't blow up again.

He just curled up out of habit, let out a soft "mm," and slowly shut his eyes.

Just as he'd expected.

How could someone like Qin Yan suddenly show him mercy? He was just scared of killing him.

He planned to torment him again once he got better?

Fine.

As long as he held his bottom line, it was just some physical pain. As long as Qin Yan had his fun, he'd get paid.

With money, he could save his mom...

Su Zhiyu's strength gave out again, and he slowly curled into a cocoon, burying his head in the crook of his arms.

Qin Yan poked him with one finger, confused: "Hey? You're asleep already?"

No response.

"Fell asleep that fast? Just like that?"

"So cold..."

"What did you say?"

Qin Yan didn't catch what he muttered, so he bent down and leaned in closer. The heat radiating off Su Zhiyu was alarmingly intense. Su Zhiyu mumbled drowsily: "Don't go... hold me..."

Cold?

Qin Yan caught the key word and leaned in to press his forehead to Su Zhiyu's. His straight nose brushed the corner of Su Zhiyu's lips, sending a jolt of electricity from head to toe. He nearly went weak in the knees again.

Such a sweet white peach scent.

And still burning up.

He was running a fever again!

Qin Yan jerked his head back instantly, leapt off the bed, and shouted: "Quick—get the doctor!"

The butler suddenly appeared, hovering around him anxiously: "Young Master, are you sick? Did your wound get worse? Is it serious? Does it hurt?"

"..."

Qin Yan smacked his head aside and, in the original owner's arrogant style, barked: "Quit the yapping—just go get the doctor!"

With that, he slammed the door.

Maybe because he was pissed, the doctor showed up even faster than yesterday. Before the doctor could even say a word, Qin Yan dragged him to the bedside.

He pointed at the guy on the bed, who was practically roasting like a cicada: "Check him out, quick. Don't let him die on me."

Dr. Li pushed up his glasses and calmly started the exam.

Then—

"Young Master, did you lose control again this morning?" The doctor spotted the red mark on his neck and, assuming it was some kind of kinky fun, flashed a rare look of disdain.

"?" Qin Yan raised a brow. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm not trying to be blunt, but this is too dangerous. Although his body has developed resistance to the suppressant, it's not entirely useless. You'd better keep your distance during his heat period, young master, to avoid losing control again."

Right.

Qin Yan understood—this was another case of him being mistaken for some kind of beast.

The doctor kept nagging with warnings, and Qin Yan, at his wit's end, slammed his hand on the table: "Have you lost all your senses? I didn't do anything!"

"..." The doctor said, "Alright."

Everyone in this household knew that Su Zhiyu was just a canary kept by the young master, and anything done to him was only to be expected—if only Su Zhiyu's body weren't so fragile.

Qin Yan glanced irritably at Su Zhiyu on the bed, frowning: "You just said he's developed resistance to the suppressant?"

"Yes, only a rare few are like this. He's resistant to most suppressants on the market now. If it gets any worse, it could be life-threatening."

"..."

Qin Yan recalled Su Zhiyu's damp, red-rimmed eyes just moments ago, and his tone softened: "Then what about his next heat period?"

The doctor spread his hands: "Once his body recovers a bit, the young master's pheromones will be the best soothing agent."

"..."

Did he even want to stay alive?

He didn't dare.

Qin Yan rubbed his forehead in frustration.

What a mess—suddenly transmigrating into a comic, facing this awkward situation right from the start, barely getting to sleep before being shaken awake.

And being misunderstood.

"Young master..."

"Shut up!" Qin Yan cut off the butler's chatter, "I'm going to the next room to catch up on sleep. Go get it ready."

He really needed a good rest.

Qin Yan yawned.

The plot hadn't reached an irreversible point yet—the original owner hadn't even marked Su Zhiyu, and he'd interrupted that.

There should still be a chance to change the outcome. Rather than being on edge now, it was better to sleep well and recharge before dealing with what came next.

Qin Yan flopped onto the soft, plush bed.

And slept deeply.

He slept straight until one in the afternoon. Throwing off the covers, he heard a few deliberately lowered but sharp, abusive shouts.

"What do you think you are? Just a dog our young master keeps, and you dare to give us attitude."

"Who told you to wander out and disturb the young master's sleep? Get on your knees."

"Always faking it during your heat period, and last night you pretended to faint just to stay in the young master's room. Who knows what kind of slutty tricks you pulled."

"Hey, you dare glare at me? I'll beat you to death, you bi—"

"Who are you going to beat to death?" A cold, grim voice came from the doorway of the other room.