Chapter 14.1

Translator: Deyonna

The next morning, when Zhou Mushi came out of the bedroom and walked into the living room, he did not see He Yu’s figure, which is quite uncharacteristic.

There was a pot of ground coffee on the counter of the dining room, emitting hot steams in spirals. While pouring it into the cup, he pressed the communicator and learned from his assistant that the other party went to the neighboring district to participate in a charity auction this morning, and he had just taken off.

During the time when his estrus period just ended, he was fully occupied with work, and only sent two assistants to watch He Yu’s schedule, but the other party adapted quickly, everything was done in an orderly manner and there was nothing to worry about.

Over time, his level of monitoring He Yu was no different from that of his former husband, and even some aspects were more worry-free than the former.

The coffee is well grounded, with a thick taste and a bitter aroma. Zhou Mushi leaned on the counter and silently drank and finished his coffee. When he left, outside the window, it started to rain again.

The assistant waited for him at the bottom of the building with an umbrella and opened the car door for him, but before Zhou Mushi bent down, he suddenly stopped, turned around, and asked, “Why didn’t you go to District B?”

The assistant was taken aback and replied, “Mr. Yu left in a hurry this morning. The arrangements on his side are not too important, so he made me stay to assist you.”

Zhou Mushi’s face was expressionless. “I remember that the task I assigned you was to give priority to following him.”

The assistant was swept away by his gaze, and his face immediately turned pale. “Sorry, Mr. Zhou…”

Zhou Mushi did not respond, just lowered his head and got into the car.

Soon, it was time for the general election of the district council. The term of office of the former secretary-general has just ended, and the vacant position is being eyed covetously from all directions. Zhou Mushi is not imperative for this, because he was too young to be in the election, but the candidate who would finally come to power must be within his control.

That old guy, Yu Chengshan was overweeningly ambitious. He wouldn’t make it easy for him to get what he wanted.

The other party had made too many dirty tricks during this period, and the investigation in the dark almost made Zhou Mushi wonder if he had noticed the abnormality of “Yu Yuan”.

It was impossible to hide this matter forever, and he was determined to erase every possible factor that could threaten him before the truth was exposed.

There is no permanent ally in front of power, and his treatment of the Yu family must be reassessed.

A pre-election meeting was held in the afternoon, and during the tea break in the middle, the large screen in the lounge was broadcasting the grand charity auction in the neighboring district.

The camera swept across the auditorium, and in the VIP seat in the front row caught a glimpse of He Yu’s figure.

He was wearing an exquisite formal suit, his shoulders were broad and his legs were long, his hair neatly combed. His upright sitting posture and outstanding appearance made him a crane in a flock of chickens. The arrogance and lofty look floating in his dark blue eyes looked natural and not fake.

The alpha who is subservient in front of him was almost two different souls.

In front of the outside world, He Yu can always show a state of being extremely similar to his husband. His disguise is very perfect.

But for some reason, when Zhou Mushi met those eyes through the camera, he felt that the temperament that seemed to fit perfectly with this face did not belong to Yu Yuan.

Nor does it belong to the docile and loyal He Yu.

Like a complete stranger.

The auction went on for two nights, plus some necessary formalities and social niceties after the end. So He Yu stayed in the neighboring district for three days.

During this period, Zhou Mushi didn’t contact him, nor did he receive any communication from him. Since the time he glanced at the broadcast during the tea break that day, he hasn’t seen He Yu’s face since then.

But he never stopped dreaming about him.

The ethereal dreams are becoming hotter and hotter day by day, and the scent of the familiar pheromone entangles his brain like an illusion, becoming a restless nightmare at midnight.

Zhou Mushi drank coffee more and more frequently and still couldn’t resist the fatigue from lack of sleep. On a gloomy afternoon, he finished work early and looked for a book in front of the bookshelf in the study.

It was a collection of poems, divided into two volumes. After reading the first volume, he found that the next volume was missing from the bookshelf.

Zhou Mushi couldn’t find it anywhere. His heart became more and more irritable, as if he had lost something important, and was obsessed and had to find it.

There’s a door on the other side of the wall, inside is He Yu’s room.

This is his home. He has the right to go in and out of every corner.

Zhou Mushi unknowingly pushed open the unlocked door and walked in.

There’s a desk in the corner. Going inside, the place where the sofa was originally placed has been replaced with a bed. There is a hardbound book with a faded brown cover next to the pillow, with an ancient foreign-language title printed on it.

It was the one he was looking for.

He sat on the edge of the bed and turned the pages of the book. The scent the alpha left on the paper penetrated his nostrils, which instantly stirred his nerves and made him shudder uncontrollably.

Like the desires that will appear even in dreams at every moment, and the pursuit of physical instinct. The scent filled Zhou Mushi’s senses, like drinking poison to quench his thirst, making his desire even more insatiable.

At some point, he sank his whole body into the bed beneath him, writhing and grinding, surrounded by pheromones. He was falling deeper and deeper, like a beast that fell into a trap. He bit the corner of He Yu’s quilt, peeled off the clothes restricting his lower body, gasped for breath, then stretched down his hand.

Zhou Mushi buried his face and whimpered in a low voice. In the alpha’s territory, relying on the attraction of pheromones, he shivered as he reached his climax from his unskilled masturbation.

When his consciousness was drifting from desire, he heard a deep male voice calling his name.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

The bed was gone. And there was a large mahogany desktop in sight and a thick book under his arm.

Translator’s Corner: Here’s sneak peek for the next chapter. Enjoy!