03

 Chu Zeyan had thought he would die.

Over the years, he had followed the routine of going to school and working... trying to live like a normal person, but he knew that his heart was like a desolate black hole, naturally indifferent and unable to let go of anyone.

So when the warship was swallowed by a huge interstellar torrent, he thought he would face death with a calm expression, just like usual.

But when the scalding heat hit him, in the midst of his confusion, a face appeared before Chu Zeyan's eyes.

It was the face of his newlywed husband.

His husband, Song Yu, was an Alpha with low mental strength, but his compatibility with him was as high as 100%.

That is to say, only he could smell that tiny bit of pheromone.

Chu Zeyan had lived for 35 years, was indifferent to emotions, and had never figured it out. He didn't know what type of person he liked.

But it certainly wouldn't be a delicate and weak Alpha like Song Yu.

He thought there would be no more follow-up between the two, but Song Yu asked him out a second time. He thought of the young man's gentle smile and agreed as if possessed.

Their relationship progressed rapidly. That month, which wasn't exactly dating, was the culmination of their feelings. A month later, they registered their marriage.

Everyone was skeptical of the marriage, believing his Alpha husband was only after his money, a gold digger with low mental strength, completely out of his league.

Chu Zeyan knew they were mismatched, but he couldn't resist Song Yu's tenderness.

This delicate Alpha was very good at being affectionate.

As the lava rushed towards him, Chu Zeyan suddenly felt an urgent desire—he regretted it. He should have agreed to Song Yu's kiss; after all, Alpha lips looked beautiful and suitable for kissing. He should have tried to accept the intimacy that couples should have.

He didn't need Song Yu to mark him, but he wanted to spend his life with her.

Chu Zeyan had a will to survive. He desperately released his spiritual energy to protect his vital heart, but it was all too late.

His tall, slender body was gradually submerged until he completely lost consciousness.

Until he heard the sound of flowing water.

Chu Zeyan's eyelids were heavy; at first, he couldn't open his eyes at all, only the blinding light filtering through his thin eyelids.

Gradually, his senses returned.

He could open his eyes.

Chu Zeyan was surprised to find himself in a spirit form without a physical body—not even a spirit form, as normal spirit forms have an animal form, but he was just a chaotic mess, floating above his own bathroom.

Looking down, he froze when he saw a patch of white.

His newlywed husband was washing his office doll by the sink, completely naked.

Spirit forms don't breathe, and Chu Zeyan thought that if he were to revert to human form, his breathing would be uneven.

He rarely got close to people; even with his newlywed husband, the most physical contact they had was when the other man held his arm affectionately. Although they slept in the same bed, they both wore pajamas, and apart from their wrists and ankles being exposed, they hadn't shown each other anything.

Therefore, he never imagined that an Alpha would be like Song Yu, completely white or pink.

The young man had slender bones and a graceful, elongated figure; even when bent over, his abdomen remained flat. His legs were long, thin, and straight.

Chu Zeyan averted his gaze, only then realizing with belated clumsiness that he wasn't dead, but had instead possessed the doll, becoming a spiritual entity.

Chu Zeyan had no idea whether his physical body was destroyed or something else, but regardless, seeing his newlywed husband proved he was alive.

Spiritual entities could exist in a tangible form, visible and touchable to ordinary people, like spirit beasts. However, Chu Zeyan's chaotic state meant he couldn't even touch Song Yu, let alone make a sound to alert her.

But he could now freely manipulate his body.

He needed Song Yu to feel his presence.

Chu Zeyan's spiritual entity was a black snake, cold and elegant in its normal form, but now it was just a dark, filthy thing mistaken for a dead ghost's spirit.

He slightly controlled his strength, trying to lower his spiritual entity, but due to his lack of skill, he couldn't control the force well. When it floated to a stop in the air, what greeted his eyes was…

Chu Zeyan froze.

Small.

Very symmetrical.

Beautiful colors too.

The two had discussed a sexless marriage after their marriage. First, Song Yu's mental strength was low, making it impossible for him to mark an Omega stronger than himself; second, Chu Zeyan was sexually frigid.

Song Yu didn't quite understand at the time and hinted several times that he should do what couples do, even proactively changing into pajamas and asking him to take a shower.

As an Omega, Chu Zeyan seemed to be naturally resistant to these things. He felt that his life should be dedicated to the great mecha cause, rather than being forced to depend on an Alpha.

His innate physiological structure would cause him to become dependent on his Alpha after being marked.

Thus, the discussion ended unhappily, leading Chu Zeyan to believe that Song Yu had married him for his body.

However, later, Song Yu took the initiative to reconcile with him and agreed to a sexless marriage.

"So cold..."

A soft voice came from the bathroom, as if it contained moisture, damp and delicate.

Chu Zeyan came back to his senses, watching helplessly as the pale pink skin in front of the young man was stimulated by the cold air.

"Is it drafty?"

The young man hugged his shoulders and reached for a bathrobe on the rack.

Alphas with low mental strength couldn't see other people's spiritual bodies, a fact Chu Zeyan remembered. Just then, Song Yu, hunched over, passed through his body,

seemingly brushing against his lips.

Chu Zeyan snapped out of his daze and immediately turned around. The young man was reaching for the bathrobe with his back to him.

Without hesitation, he drew out a large portion of his spiritual energy, forming a branch, and pressed it heavily against the pale lower back in front of him.

He didn't mean anything by it; Song Yu had once said that her lower back was very soft and sensitive. He did this simply to make his husband discover him quickly.

After all, his husband loved him so much.

Song Yu hadn't lied to him; after being touched, she immediately let out a soft "uh," then her legs went weak, and she turned away, her back hunched.

"What...what is it..."

The young man's voice trembled slightly, his eyes and nose red, looking pitiful.

Chu Zeyan had never seen Song Yu with this expression before.

The young man was very casual, even frivolous, in his presence, often talking about kissing and sleeping together. Chu Zeyan disliked this.

But Song Yu had said she would change for him.

The young man didn't notice him, watching as the other put on his bathrobe, picked up a teddy bear, and left the bathroom, Chu Zeyan following closely behind.

His gaze fell on the large bed in the middle of the bedroom. The red sheets he had asked Si Ling to prepare had been replaced with a lighter, warmer color, and there was only one pillow. Chu Zeyan looked around the room and was surprised to find that he had very few belongings left, even the wedding photo on the bedside table had been put away.

Chu Zeyan's heart trembled slightly, and he looked at Song Yu again.

This time he saw clearly—

Song Yu wasn't wearing her wedding ring.

*

When Song Yu woke up the next day, the chilling feeling on her body was still there.

Moreover, the room had become colder.

Because the wind in the bathroom last night was too eerie, Song Yu was still a little scared and asked 009 to confirm whether this matter involved supernatural elements.

009: [Host, there are no supernatural elements in this world.]

Song Yu: [But I felt like a ghost was watching me when I was taking a shower, and now I feel very cold.]

As a system, 009 had already detected an area with an abnormal magnetic field near the bed in the bedroom and could detect fragments of the main god. It wanted to tell the host that this was very likely the spirit of his deceased wife, but found that it was directly silenced.

009: ...

The main god seems to be up to no good again.

After confirming there were no supernatural elements, Song Yu felt relieved.

009 hadn't given him any missions lately, and Song Yu had been lazing around at home for a few days, much more comfortable than his previous nightly bar-hopping spree.

But the bathroom in his bedroom seemed drafty; he always felt cold while showering.

He told Si Ling about it, and Si Ling had someone check the bathroom, but found nothing wrong.

"Are you feeling unwell lately?" Si Ling closed the bathroom door. "Have you been going to bars lately?"

Song Yu wanted to answer no, but an OOC warning sounded in his head, and he immediately put on a fierce face: "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

Si Ling lowered his head slightly: "I wouldn't dare."

Good, it seems this subordinate is afraid of him.

Song Yu was quite pleased with himself, but then he heard Si Ling continue: "I'm just worried about you; you might be entering your heat cycle soon."

Heat cycle?

Song Yu remembered that the information did indeed contain this term, corresponding to an Omega's heat cycle.

However, it should be like an illness, nothing too serious.

"There are suppressants in your room. Please call me if you need them."

Si Ling's attitude was so kind that Song Yu didn't feel comfortable making things difficult. He agreed and had someone go downstairs.

There were three bathrooms on the second floor. Song Yu usually only chose the one in the bedroom because he was lazy, but it was too cold to shower now, so he simply switched to another bathroom.

After showering, he returned to his room and, as usual, touched the bear's ears before going to sleep.

Because he was afraid the aunties would ask, he had left the bear to dry in his own room after washing it. The bear was clean now, but its fur was a little wrinkled.

Song Yu gently combed the plush toy before going to sleep.

He didn't know that his wife's spiritual power was attached to this toy, trapped in this room. He

also didn't know that the spiritual entity that had skillfully drifted through the crack in the door while showering a few days ago was now struggling to find a way to get to another bathroom.

*

A few days later, Song Yu received a call from a friend.

This friend, Fang Wei, was a street thug who had been caught several times for petty theft but remained incorrigible.

Seeing Song Yu living off him, he urged him to arrange a respectable job.

Song Yu hesitated, then asked, "But you wouldn't pass the background check for this kind of job, would you?"

Fang Wei replied in a rough voice, "So I have to rely on you, right? Hey, brother, we grew up together, neither of us has parents, we—hey, hey! What the hell? Is the signal bad or did they hang up on me?"

Song Yu hung up and immediately turned off his phone.

According to the original plot, he was trying to get close to the protagonist to find this friend a job. But Song Yu felt that even if he gave him a job, this kind of person wouldn't change his ways.

009 reminded him: [Host, there's another mission coming up.]

Song Yu frowned: [I don't want to hear him. Let's start the mission.]

009 issued a mission requiring him to send a friend request to the protagonist via a mobile device. This mobile device was a modern-day communication tool, requiring an ID to activate.

This kind of mission was too easy for Song Yu, who had experienced the first world.

He felt no guilt, sent the friend request, and then went to attend to other matters.

Another important person was to appear that afternoon.

The person's name was Chu Zhouyan, adopted by Chu Zeyan's parents as a child. A few years ago, his adoptive parents took him back, but they disliked and abused him because he hadn't differentiated into different sex groups. When Chu's parents learned of this, the ill-fated couple had already died in a car accident several years prior, and Chu Zhouyan hadn't told them, living alone.

Chu's parents were heartbroken and wanted to bring him over even though they couldn't transfer his household registration, but before they could complete this, the elderly couple passed away unexpectedly.

To fulfill their last wishes, and given their good relationship, Chu Zeyan decided to bring him over.

Song Yu was naturally unwilling, but as a live-in son-in-law, the house belonged to someone else, and he hadn't been asked to pay for his upbringing; even if he was unwilling, he had no right to refuse.

After reviewing the information, Song Yu sighed.

Chu Zhouyan was so pitiful.

Such a child should be treated well.

And with both "Zhou" and "Yan," Song Yu thought of a roommate who resembled a large dog.

Seeing Song Yu's slight resistance, 009 reassured him: "You didn't mistreat Chu Zhouyan. You only occasionally played pranks on him when you were in a bad mood, but most of the time you ignored him."

"He will become a big shot in the near future, helping his adopted brother eliminate the villains."

"Including you."

Song Yu shivered, wrapped in a small blanket.

However, this worry completely disappeared when he saw Chu Zhouyan that afternoon.

The boy was tall and thin, wearing a faded T-shirt and jeans. His hair looked like it hadn't been cut in a long time, covering his eyebrows and revealing only a small, aloof, and refined face.

Poor thing…

Song Yu maintained his persona, giving a simple greeting and saying nothing more.

However, he kept observing the other man.

His clothes were old and needed changing.

His hair was too long, bad for his eyesight.

Also, he was too thin; he needed to eat properly. But it didn't seem to affect his height.

Chu Zhouyan had just turned 18, four years younger than him.

So he was the older brother!

Song Yu, as if raising a child, excitedly had 009 list out the plans one by one, making 009 a little jealous. But fearing that Song Yu would think it was petty for an AI, it touched the little pin to comfort itself.

Chu Zhouyan also never expected that those who had raised him would all pass away, and now he would have to live under the same roof with a stranger.

Before coming here, he had heard about Chu Ge's husband's exploits.

Some said he had been a conman since childhood, deceiving countless Omegas with his looks. Now he was a live-in son-in-law, but his wife had passed away shortly after their marriage. Now he was squandering his fortune, and instead of being heartbroken for Chu Zeyan, he seemed to want to sleep with three men a night.

Thinking of this, Chu Zhouyan's brows furrowed.

Chu Zeyan's body had never been found, and he firmly believed that the man was still alive.

Therefore, he would not entrust the Chu family's assets to an outsider.

However,

after meeting Song Yu, he couldn't help but doubt the rumors.

The young man had a youthful appearance, strikingly beautiful, yet his expression was extremely docile.

Even when eating fruit, he sat in his chair with his legs together, taking small bites.

Perhaps this was just an illusion.

Dinner had changed from one person to two, but Song Yu was surprised to find that the portion size hadn't increased much.

009: [You instructed the servants beforehand to make the portions small, so that Chu Zhouyan wouldn't get enough to eat, giving him a warning.]

Song Yu: "..."

Not letting him eat? How mean of him!

Song Yu first stuffed himself with fruit, feeling no hunger at all. Thinking about the male college student's appetite, he silently placed a plate of meat in front of the restrained Chu Zhouyan.

The boy looked at him with slightly surprised eyes.

To maintain his persona, Song Yu pretended to be the villain: "The Chu family wouldn't be so stingy as to not even let you eat a little meat. Who are you trying to impress with this pitiful act?"

After saying this, he stood up and, with a very patriarchal air, left a sentence: "No sleeping until you finish eating!"

Chu Zhouyan: "..."

He watched the young man in soft slippers go upstairs, a complex emotion welling up inside him. He

was clearly fierce, yet not at all frightening.

He lowered his head, silently picking up a piece of meat from the plate in front of him, chewing slowly.

After a while, he realized that Song Yu didn't seem to have eaten.

"A few pieces of fruit and you're full? No wonder you look so light, I could probably pick you up anytime."

*

After returning to his room, Song Yu received a task—to have Si Ling massage his legs.

Too lazy to move, he simply called Si Ling to come up.

When the other person entered the room, he brought a large bouquet of roses, which looked very vibrant, probably just cut from the garden.

Placing the roses in a vase, Si Ling looked at the young man sitting lazily on the bed, his tone as usual: "What can I do for you?"

"I'm tired." Song Yu, wearing loose pajamas, wiggled his legs at him, "Give me a leg massage."

Si Ling's heart skipped a beat.

He skillfully concealed his surprise, slowly squatted down, reached out, and massaged Song Yu's ankle.

The young man's skin was cool, his ankle was very thin, easily encircled with one hand, the bones protruded, and the blue veins were particularly noticeable.

Si Ling didn't dare to use too much force, but he felt his back begin to sweat.

His breathing also became unsteady.

Seeing that Si Ling hadn't moved for a while, Song Yu rubbed his shoulder with the back of his foot in dissatisfaction: "Why are you so slow? Don't you want to?"

Si Ling put aside his thoughts, pinched the ankle, and lifted the leg: "Where do you want me to massage?"

"The calf." Song Yu put on a cushion and comfortably half-reclined there, waiting for the other's service.

Si Ling rolled up the cuffs of his casual pants, revealing Song Yu's fair calves.

The only bit of flesh clung to his calves, looking very soft.

A slight touch would sink in, the soft flesh around them huddled together.

Si Ling's technique was excellent, the pressure just right. Song Yu enjoyed it for a while, then felt the room suddenly get colder. He didn't pay attention and picked up the blanket next to him, half-draping it over himself.

Suddenly, his personal terminal beeped.

Song Yu glanced at the message on his watch.

【"Fu Yuan" accepted your friend request.】

Song Yu: "?"

What's going on?

009: ...

As expected.

[Whether Fu Yuan and you are friends does not affect the plot progress. You can choose to ignore or chat.]

Song Yu glanced at his progress bar; it hadn't rewound.

But… thinking of the protagonist's cold face, he really didn't know what to say to flatter him.

After hesitating for a long time, Song Yu could only send an emoji. Just after sending it, he felt a sharp pain in his calf—

"Ugh…"

he groaned softly, glancing at Si Ling and complaining, "Don't use so much force."

Si Ling apologized.

Song Yu hummed and gradually closed his eyes.

Just as he was getting sleepy, the other person suddenly said, "I thought you liked this."

Song Yu raised his eyes and gave a somewhat belated "Mmm. "

Si Ling met the Alpha's light-colored pupils: "After all, when you used to open your mouth for the master to check if your tongue was broken, you would also ask him to press harder with his fingers."

Song Yu's eyelashes trembled violently.

His ears quickly turned red.

Xie Zhiyan used to like doing this.

His mouth was sore from all the saliva, and sometimes he couldn't even hold it all in.

He didn't know what to say, so he pretended not to hear and closed his eyes.

Meanwhile,

Chu Zeyan, who had partially recovered his spirit within the doll's body, had just floated out when he saw his husband bringing another man into the room, his clothes disheveled, blushing as he had his legs massaged. (

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