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A few seconds later, Song Yu realized that Fu Yuan was saying he was being spoiled.

He was indignant, but thinking that the other party was an S-level Alpha, he swallowed back the words "I am also very powerful".

His fingers were red from the cold cup, but he still stubbornly held them in his hand.

It was like a cat that had been ambushed and kissed by you, and wanted to reach out to scratch you, but it was too late, so it simply curled up into a ball and ignored you.

Fu Yuan's heart seemed to be hooked by some feather, and he reached out and took the cup from Song Yu's hand. This time, the young man finally made a move and looked in his direction.

"I'll get you a cup without ice." The man's voice was gentler than usual.

Song Yu curled his numb fingers into his palm, rubbed them, and said "Oh" softly.

When he received the second drink, his expression became happier.

Although he was spoiled, he was easy to coax.

Fu Yuan raised the corners of his mouth and glanced at the small Adam's apple that was rolling as the other party swallowed with his neck raised. He noticed that, despite both being Alphas, Song Yu was excessively pale.

He used to think the other was a pretty boy, but now he was only curious if other parts of his body were even paler.

After a while,

Fu Yuan suddenly pointed out the window: "Did you used to live there?"

Song Yu looked out the window. A tall building reached into the clouds in the distance, while just across the street, dilapidated low-rise buildings were adorned with cheap, colorful signs, looking crowded and run-down.

This was Song Yu's background—growing up in this slum, which explained his association with so many thugs.

He nodded slightly.

Fu Yuan was silent for a moment: "I can't believe it."

How could such a place produce such a pampered person?

Song Yu was innocent and naive, with an exceptionally beautiful appearance; he seemed easy to fool. Fu Yuan suddenly remembered that Chu Zeyan had mentioned before their marriage that his partner was an orphan. At the time, he thought that people from such places, influenced by their surroundings, wouldn't have good character, and that Song Yu was likely a con artist.

Now, thinking about it, Song Yu's past experiences were probably complex and numerous, and he likely suffered a lot.

"Just stay with the Chu family from now on, don't go back."

Fu Yuan wasn't sure why he said that. He just felt that if Song Yu stayed with the Chu family, at least he would be well-off. If he really went back to this dilapidated slum, he would definitely be seduced.

So beautiful, and she wouldn't resist. A few sweet words would be enough to give her everything.

Otherwise, how could she marry a man who couldn't even smile after only a month?

Unconsciously, Fu Yuan had already started to whitewash Song Yu, a son-in-law of a wealthy family.

Seeing Fu Yuan's complicated expression, Song Yu didn't dare to say anything else and quietly "hmm".

He stared at the dirty and messy streets outside the window, thinking about how he would have to live here or even worse after divorcing Chu Zeyan, and couldn't help but worry.

009 comforted him at the right time: [Don't worry, the protagonist's storyline starts at max level. Divorce and getting rid of relatives will only take him a short time.]

[You won't have to stay here for more than a few days before you can leave this world.]

Hopefully so.

The car quickly drove through the street. Fu Yuan received a phone call midway through the call, which sounded like work.

"Hmm." Fu Yuan glanced at the person beside him, "You're too late."

"I'm already on my way."

Si Ling on the other end of the line paused. He couldn't make a conclusion about the S-level spiritual entity that appeared in the room last night, so he had come to the Fu residence specifically to invite Fu Yuan to the villa.

But before he could explain what the matter was, Fu Yuan was already on his way.

Obviously, someone had also invited Fu Yuan.

Almost without thinking, Si Ling knew who it was. His eyes darkened, and his expression became inscrutable.

Finally, he composed himself, his tone as usual: "Alright, then I'll go back immediately."

Like a rival's sixth sense, Fu Yuan hung up the phone and looked at Song Yu.

An Alpha who had lost his wife was at home, unable to sleep at night, and Si Ling just happened to be a Beta... Fu Yuan's brows began to furrow.

Song Yu felt uncomfortable under his gaze: "Is there something on my face?"

Yes.

Beautiful.

Fu Yuan chuckled lightly, deliberately saying, "Mmm."

Song Yu: "!"

He believed him after that laugh and couldn't help but touch his face.

Fu Yuan, playing along, gently rubbed his knuckles against Song Yu's cheek. The moment he touched him, he was stunned by the soft touch, so much so that he forgot to pull his hand back.

Song Yu looked up and asked, "Anything else?"

Fu Yuan guiltily replied, "...Yes."

He rubbed against that spot a couple more times before reluctantly withdrawing his hand. Perhaps because he hadn't been intimate with anyone, this simple touch made the veins on his forehead bulge, and his voice became hoarse: "That's all."

Song Yu, completely unaware, said, "Thank you."

How stupid.

He thinks he can scam money like this? Impossible. He

's lucky he wasn't fooled.

Fu Yuan took a deep breath, and the two remained silent for the rest of the way.

*

Fu Yuan had visited Chu Zeyan's villa several times, always on business. Given that the other party valued privacy, he had only briefly stayed in the living room.

The furnishings hadn't changed much.

Si Ling wasn't there. Chu Zhouyan came downstairs after hearing the commotion. He was surprised to see the Alpha sitting in the living room, then politely greeted, "Brother Fu."

Fu Yuan nodded.

He knew the Chu family had such an adopted son who was later taken back by his biological parents.

Was he still with the Chu family?

If he remembered correctly, this kid was exactly 18 this year.

Noticing that the other person didn't have any pheromones, Fu Yuan guessed that Chu Zhouyan hadn't differentiated yet.

At this age, not differentiated meant he was definitely a Beta.

Fu Yuan lowered his guard and turned his gaze back to Song Yu, who was busy in the kitchen.

The tea and sweets were prepared in advance by the housekeeper at Song Yu's request. Although he didn't make them himself, he personally placed them in the cups and plates, which showed his sincerity.

He presented the tea to Fu Yuan like a precious treasure, even providing him with a spoon adorned with a cat pattern: "Would you like some? It's not too hot now."

Fu Yuan stared at the little cat on the spoon, took a sip, and didn't hold back his praise: "Not bad."

Song Yu's eyes crinkled: "Auntie's cake is even better!"

Fu Yuan paused, then smirked and teased, "Didn't you make it yourself?"

Song Yu: "..."

He pretended not to hear anything, turned around and ran to the kitchen to get the cake, only to find that Chu Zhouyan had already brought it out.

“Brother, sit down and rest, I'll do it.” After placing the cake in front of Fu Yuan, Chu Zhouyan sat down next to Song Yu. “Do you want some?” While

Song Yu hesitated, Chu Zhouyan had already stood up. “Cocoa flavor, and the tea has two parts milk and one part sugar, right?”

Song Yu hummed in agreement.

The expression on the other person's face wasn't as pleasant as before.

Chu Zhouyan was clearly being overly considerate of his brother's lover. Fu Yuan's afternoon tea suddenly lost its flavor.

Time passed slowly; the tea was finished, the cake was gone, and Song Yu finally brought up the important matter: “Mr. Fu… I want to ask you for a favor.”

Fu Yuan had already anticipated this, but he was in a good mood now, unlike the previous days when he had been stern and indifferent. “Go ahead.”

Song Yu pursed her lips, her earlobes and the corners of her eyes flushed pink, her mouth opening and closing repeatedly.

Fu Yuan was unusually patient.

Finally, he saw Song Yu open her soft lips: “Could you come to my bedroom? I have something I want to show you.”

*

The bedroom is a very private area.

Not only that, the sheets, pajamas, the scent... all amplified the ambiguous atmosphere of this small space to the extreme.

If someone invites you into their bedroom, it's undoubtedly an invitation.

Fu Yuan, a man in his thirties, certainly understood this. Yet, even so, he still followed Song Yu upstairs closely.

The beautiful Alpha's waist swayed before his eyes, so slender, he could easily scoop her up with one hand.

Fu Yuan's breathing became heavy, his eyelids twitched incessantly, and he stiffly followed Song Yu into the bedroom.

Downstairs, Chu Zhouyan, who had been ordered by Song Yu not to come up, had a gloomy expression.

His brother's husband was currently bringing his brother's friend home to the bedroom, and he wasn't allowed to follow.

A desire to become stronger surged within Chu Zhouyan—if he were strong enough, he could completely possess this person.

Song Yu, who didn't want the child to get hurt, hadn't expected that he would unintentionally trigger such a strong possessiveness in a young man who had just come of age. His fingers rested on the doorknob, and before turning it, he confirmed with Fu Yuan: "Your spiritual body is S-rank, right?"

Fu Yuan's eyelids twitched violently.

What's the difference between this and asking him if he's capable or skilled?

He looked away, his body burning hot, and mumbled a "hmm."

Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door. The bedroom temperature was normal, without the eerie wind that usually plagued him.

He paced back and forth, then whispered, "It's a bit hot..."

Could it be that the S-rank spiritual entity was hiding in the bathroom?

Just as Song Yu was about to go to the bathroom, a force suddenly pressed down on his waist, and then his gaze was pulled upwards.

The unease brought on by the weightlessness made him subconsciously grab the clothes of the person opposite him, but his slender white fingers accidentally touched the metal buttons on the military uniform.

So cold!

Song Yu shivered from the cold.

"Now you know fear?" The man's voice was low and husky, his hot breath hitting him. Song Yu's cheeks felt numb and itchy.

Before he could think about what Fu Yuan meant by "fear," he was lifted onto the table.

His two slender legs were pressed together, his knees held down by the man who leaned in.

The last time Song Yu was lifted onto the table like this was after Xie Zhiyan discovered he was a scumbag, and this time… Fu Yuan probably realized he was using him to capture the spirit body.

Not knowing what he would face, Song Yu was too scared to speak, biting his lower lip tightly, his eyes lowered, avoiding eye contact.

His eyelashes trembled incessantly.

He looked like he had been severely bullied.

Fu Yuan's heart itched again and again.

He wasn't a deep-thinking person; his admiration and dislike for someone were always written on his face.

So, he said whatever was on his mind.

With his hands on either side of the young man, Fu Yuan stared intently at his face, his voice low and menacing: "Tea, cake, deliberately not buttoning your collar, and now you've called me to the bedroom, asking if I'm amazing, saying you're hot."

He listed the crimes one by one, yet Fu Yuan couldn't deny that he was completely captivated by this Alpha.

"Song Yu, you're really bold."

Perhaps having heard too many inexplicable things at once, Song Yu's expression was somewhat blank, his eyes becoming round and dull, yet the corners of his eyes were wet and red.

Pure yet alluring.

So seductive.

Fu Yuan swallowed hard. "I've never been in a relationship."

"So I don't know if I can accept an Alpha."

The man felt a fire burning in his throat, his blood rushing and his mouth dry. He stared intently at Song Yu's face, slowly uttering each word.

"You have to let me try."

Song Yu's expression finally changed slightly, but she still didn't quite understand what he meant, her voice weak: "Try what…"

"Let me kiss you." Fu Yuan finished speaking, then added, "Not just a touch, I have to taste your saliva to be sure."

W-what?

Song Yu finally realized what the other had misunderstood, her face flushing red, and she hurriedly explained, "I called you over because I wanted to…"

Halfway through her sentence, a gust of wind suddenly swept up the curtains behind the table, and the temperature in the room plummeted.

The two looked towards the source of the wind—they could see a vague outline.

And the edges of the outline were gradually becoming clearer.

Song Yu immediately forgot what Fu Yuan had just said, grabbed the man's arm, and excitedly exclaimed, "That's it! This thing has been hiding in my room!"

He was immediately pulled down,

and then completely covered .

Fu Yuan, watching the gradually clearing spiritual entity before him, immediately switched to battle mode. His spiritual entity was a massive white tiger, which soared through the air, looking exceptionally majestic.

Song Yu stared at the large cat, his eyes sparkling.

Fu Yuan sensed that the other side was not simple and cautiously probed with his spiritual entity. However, as soon as he extended his spiritual power to probe, his expression changed.

He was very familiar with the appearance of this spiritual entity; after all, they were both S-rank and had fought several times.

But could someone already submerged in the torrent still retain a spiritual entity?

Perhaps due to insufficient spiritual power, the physical entity disappeared completely before it could fully reveal itself.

The room instantly became quiet.

Seeing Fu Yuan recall the white tiger, Song Yu leaned closer and asked, "Can you tell who it is?"

*

Late at night.

The research building of the School of Biology was still brightly lit.

Fu Yuan's access card allowed him access to all buildings except those classified as top secret. Entering the elevator, he pressed the third floor button. Next to him was a student in a white lab coat. The student looked at him excitedly: "Are you General Fu?"

Fu Yuan glanced at the name tag on his coat: "Are you Bian Han's student? Is he in the building?"

“Professor Bian is here. He leaves very late every day. He should be in 302 now.”

The elevator rang.

“Okay, thanks.” Fu Yuan said and headed straight for 302.

The lab had a glass door, and a tall man wearing metal-framed glasses stood near the door.

Fu Yuan pushed open the door and teased, “Dr. Bian, still working so late? How much money do you get for this kind of work?”

Hearing the familiar voice, Bian Han put down his data record book. His eyes were dark gray, and his double eyelids were deeply creased, making him look like a richly colored landscape painting.

His hair was a bit long, probably because he didn’t have time to style it, and it was casually tied back with a hair tie.

“What are you doing here?” Bian Han’s voice was flat, and his expression was indifferent.

“I haven’t seen you in a long time, so I came to see you.”

Bian Han knew what kind of person Fu Yuan was; the other man hated coming to this building and wouldn’t come here unless there was a reason. The experiment was finished, so he took him to another lounge for a brief chat.

Fu Yuan sat down, his fingers tapping back and forth on the table. After a few minutes, he finally spoke: "I'm asking you, can a person's spirit still exist after death?"

He had rushed to Bian Han's place after leaving the Chu family villa. The other party had specialized in researching spirits; if he received a positive answer, his guess was most likely correct.

Of course, Fu Yuan didn't tell Song Yu his thoughts, only vaguely saying he needed to find out first.

"Theoretically, it's possible, but it's only happened once," Bian Han was very familiar with these matters. "It was eighty years ago, an S-level Alpha, whose spirit separated from his body after a car accident, and later these damaged spirits gradually gathered together." Fu

Yuan: "You mean, not only do they exist, but they can also be reborn, right?"

Bian Han didn't answer, instead asking, "Why are you asking these questions?"

Fu Yuan was silent for a moment: "Do you know Chu Zeyan?"

Bian Han's expression finally changed slightly.

He didn't know Chu Zeyan personally, but he had already heard a bit about this genius mecha pilot, and since he was Fu Yuan's friend, he had been forced to hear quite a few things about him.

“He perished in the flood last month, right? They didn’t even find his remains.” Bian Han glanced at Fu Yuan. “You mean, you saw Chu Zeyan’s spiritual form?”

“Yes.” Fu Yuan thought of those familiar spiritual energies. “But they were scattered and disappeared quickly, so I can’t be sure.”

“Appearing in physical form consumes a lot of spiritual energy, leaving the rest in a semi-dormant state to conserve physical strength.” Bian Han became interested. “Where did you see him?”

“Do you have a way to revive him?”

“I have a method, but I’ve never used it.”

“So there’s hope, right?”

Fu Yuan was somewhat excited; after all, the other party was his friend, and one of the few S-rank opponents he could rival. “I saw him at his house.”

“I need to go to the scene to observe before I can develop a specific plan.” Bian Han also perked up. “Do you have his family’s contact information?”

Fu Yuan paused.

After the initial joy, other complex emotions welled up.

After Chu Zeyan’s rebirth, Song Yu and this person should still be husband and wife.

Seeing the hesitant look on the other side, Bian Han asked, "What's your concern?"

"Well..." Fu Yuan coughed, his expression somewhat unnatural, "After being reborn according to your plan, will my previous memories still be there?"

"I haven't tried that yet, there's no data." Bian Han made a dry joke, "Does he owe you money?"

Fu Yuan was silent for a moment, then said, "Okay, here's the number. I'm leaving. Let me know if you want to go later."

Bian Han nodded.

Fu Yuan stood up, but turned back after reaching the door, "Then can you add a non-existent memory to him?"

Bian Han narrowed his eyes, "Like what?"

"Something about getting a divorce."

"..."

After a moment of silence, Bian Han asked, "You've taken a liking to him?"

Fu Yuan scoffed dismissively.

Bian Han glanced at him with slight surprise.

He remembered that Fu Yuan had mentioned the other protagonist of Chu Zeyan's wedding more than once.

"You've taken a liking to someone else's husband?"

Fu Yuan's expression froze for a moment, then he gave a vague "hmm" and left.

His back looked slightly disheveled. After

Fu

Yuan left, the spiritual entity never appeared again.

That night, Si Ling and Chu Zhouyan slept on makeshift beds on the floor in the bedroom.

Fu Yuan sent a message saying that a PhD would contact him in the near future.

It wasn't until after adding each other as friends and hearing the other person's self-introduction, "Hello Mr. Song, I am Bian Han," that Song Yu realized the person who wanted to add him was actually a male lead.

He immediately checked the progress bar. Bian Han had only interacted with him briefly during the later stages of their divorce; how could they be in contact so quickly?

Fortunately, the progress bar hadn't regressed.

It shouldn't be a problem.

Bian Han seemed very interested in the spiritual entity in the bedroom, and they arranged to meet the next day at noon.

Song Yu told Si Ling and Chu Zhouyan about this, and Chu Zhouyan immediately said, "Brother, I'll go with you this time."

Si Ling replied, "I will also do my best to protect you."

With two S-class Alphas coming this time, it shouldn't be so dangerous, and Song Yu agreed.

Soon it was noon the next day.

After Bian Han was led into the living room by Si Ling, the first thing he saw was the young man sitting on the sofa.

The young man had delicate features, and his loose clothing revealed slender wrists and ankles.

Was this Chu Zeyan's husband? Was he an Alpha?

Bian Han was surprised.

At the same time, he seemed to understand why Fu Yuan would take a liking to his brother's man.

Soon, the young man got up and walked towards them, a light, pleasant scent wafting over.

Bian Han unusually extended his hand: "Hello, Mr. Song."

Song Yu looked at the Alpha, who was a head taller than him, and while extending his hand, he felt a surge of dissatisfaction.

Both the top and bottom were so tall and strong, why couldn't he have more of the attributes he wanted?

The soft touch made Bian Han's eyes, hidden behind his metal-framed glasses, change color, but no one noticed. He withdrew his hand, and the group went to the bedroom on the second floor.

After entering the bedroom, Bian Han released his mental energy, but unfortunately, he couldn't sense the scattered mental energy.

Perhaps because of his doctorate, Song Yu trusted him: "Dr. Bian, how is it?"

"We need to wait for his physical form to appear before we can make a judgment." Bian Han turned around, staring into the young man's clear, pure eyes.

If he knew his lover could be resurrected, his eyes would be filled with joy.

The bedroom was large, but with four tall men crammed inside, Song Yu felt the air was thin. He waited with them for a while, his legs starting to ache.

Si Ling and Chu Zhouyan, accustomed to being waited on hand and foot, brought the young man a chair and cushions.

He was delicate, but not unpleasant.

This was Bian Han's second impression of Song Yu.

He walked up to the young man, leaning down to look at his curled eyelashes: "Mr. Song, how many times have you seen its physical form?"

Song Yu thought for a moment: "Twice, I guess."

Bian Han: "Once was when Fu Yuan was here, and another time?"

Song Yu paused, biting his lower lip.

His lips were soft, their color darkening at the slightest touch.

Bian Han subtly shifted his gaze: "Mr. Song, I need to know these details to have a chance to make the physical form reappear."

"What other strange things have happened at your house before? You can tell me everything."

Song Yu was a little embarrassed, but not wanting to delay the important matter, he blushed and recounted the things that had happened before, like pinning him down on the bed and using his toothbrush and towel.

Fu Yuan, who had never heard of these things before, grew increasingly stiff.

“I understand.” Bian Han was almost certain that the spiritual entity here belonged to Chu Zeyan. He pondered for a moment, “He’s very possessive of you.”

Song Yu lowered his eyes; Si Ling had said the same thing.

Bian Han said slowly, “So, we need to pretend to do something to you, make him jealous, in order to successfully lure him out.”

Song Yu’s shoulders twitched involuntarily.

Making someone jealous… he subconsciously felt it wouldn’t be a good thing.

“Of course, I won’t really do anything to you, just pretend.” Bian Han sensed the young man’s hesitation, his usually cold voice softening, as if he were coaxing him.

Song Yu slowly got up from his chair, facing the gazes of the four men, the pressure suddenly increasing.

After a moment, he nodded.

“You need to choose someone.” Bian Han looked at his helpless and embarrassed expression, “between us.”

Making a physical entity jealous… he needed to choose someone with comparable abilities, at least someone who wouldn’t be easily attacked or injured.

That meant he could only choose between two S-rank Alphas.

The two men who were automatically ignored stiffened slightly.

Song Yu pondered for a moment, then finally pointed at Fu Yuan.

Fu Yuan's breath hitched, and he quickly walked up to Song Yu. He could sense the young man's unease; his thin shoulders were trembling violently.

"Just for show," the man said in a hoarse voice, then leaned down slightly. "Put your arms around his neck first."

Song Yu obediently reached out.

As soon as his arm touched the man's shoulder, he felt his body lighten, and someone's hand gripped his knees. Soon, a chill ran down his back.

Fu Yuan had lifted him up and pinned him against the wall.

Song Yu was very light and soft, with an indescribable fragrance, not the scent of pheromones. Fu Yuan's breathing became erratic. He turned to look at Bian Han: "Still not here?"

Bian Han reached out: "The temperature has dropped."

"Okay." Fu Yuan turned back and whispered in Song Yu's ear, "We need to get closer."

Song Yu was still in a state of weightlessness, and he was so frightened that he clung tightly to the man's neck, his fingers turning white from the force. He immediately nodded, hoping it would end soon.

The next moment, Fu Yuan squeezed towards him, and Song Yu involuntarily

let out a soft cry. The sound seemed to escape from his throat, twirling several times before finally fading into a soft, drawn-out tone.

It wasn't really anything, just a pretense of closeness.

But Song Yu's cry made it sound like he genuinely couldn't bear something.

As everyone's thoughts drifted elsewhere, a sudden gust of wind swept through the room, and the next moment, a huge, phosphorescent black snake rushed towards Fu Yuan! (

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