Chapter 46: High and Mighty Alpha Young Master

Someone coughed deliberately a few times outside the door. It sounded like Father Shen.

Zhou Wu hurriedly released Shen Yanzhi.

But Shen Yanzhi only grew angrier. He was convinced that the person outside was the reason Zhou Wu refused to pay attention to him anymore.

He even stood up and growled impatiently toward the door. “All of you, get lost!”

The Shen Parents outside the door were utterly exhausted, torn between intervening and staying out of it entirely.

“Enough! You can’t carry on like this! What kind of spectacle is this?”

Father Shen finally spoke up, his voice heavy with concern.

“The Susceptible Period is far too unpredictable! No matter how much of a fuss you make, we won’t allow it. What if… what if someone gets pregnant and you end up with a child no one wants?”

“Who says no one wants it?”

Shen Yanzhi blurted out. “I want it. I’m going to give birth to his child.”

The words hit like a thunderbolt. Zhou Wu lunged to cover his mouth, but it was already too late.

“…What did you say?” The Shen Parents outside thought they must be hallucinating.

Who was giving birth?

Shen Yanzhi barreled on regardless. “I’m already pregnant!”

After venting his temper, he turned back around and hugged Zhou Wu again, this time with a placating sort of eagerness.

“I’ll give birth for you.”

Zhou Wu covered his face.

“No—birth to what? How? You’re an Alpha!”

Father Shen took an anxious step forward, then finally caught the anomaly. There were no Omega pheromones anywhere in this room.

He stared in shock. “You’re both Alphas?”

But even that didn’t add up.

Mother Shen’s pupils dilated in sheer disbelief. Just that afternoon, she had spent hours venting to her psychologist about her son’s excessive clinginess toward Zhou Wu, convinced she had attained a zen-like calm.

At this point, she could have stomached hearing that Zhou Wu was the one pregnant—she had already braced herself for that much.

So then… who was?

Her son?

Mother Shen’s vision darkened. Her body swayed, and she collapsed limply backward.

“Madam!”

Chaos erupted outside in an instant—cries of alarm mingling with frantic footsteps. Father Shen paled in horror, fumbling to catch and support his wife.

Shen Yanzhi acted as if he hadn’t noticed the pandemonium at all. He simply clung to Zhou Wu, nuzzling close.

Zhou Wu watched the commotion with a fearful expression.

“This is beyond outrageous!”

Father Shen fumed, his beard quivering and eyes bulging. But facing his son in this fragile state—emotions teetering on a knife’s edge—he didn’t dare bellow as he had before. He forced himself to calm down.

One more outburst like that, and his remaining treasures in the study would likely all be smashed to bits.

He turned toward Zhou Wu and jabbed a finger at him, only to remember the young man wasn’t all there.

Could he really blame him for any of this?

In the end, after stewing in frustration for what felt like ages, Father Shen found himself without a single viable option. He swallowed his rage and, feeling deeply humiliated, tried to reason with Zhou Wu.

“You… could you get him to calm down a little? Come with us to the car. We’ll head to the hospital and get this checked properly first.”

Zhou Wu: “…”

Eventually, the entire group piled into cars and arrived at the familiar private hospital.

The chief physician took one look at the family returning—especially Father Shen’s ashen face and Mother Shen’s pallor as she leaned against him—and broke out in a cold sweat.

He had signed a confidentiality agreement and kept the Shen Parents in the dark. Now he dreaded Young Master Shen holding it against him once he snapped out of it, or worse, the parents turning their wrath on him. He was mortified beyond words.

The Shen Parents were struggling to process it all, their faces etched with shock and utter absurdity.

“An Alpha… how could an Alpha get pregnant? This is insane…”

Even as the doctor steeled himself to explain Zhou Wu’s unique physiology and the rare possibilities it entailed, they still couldn’t shake the sense that none of it was real.

Father Shen clenched his jaw. “Run the test again! We want proof!”

Nearly two months had passed since the Cruise Ship Incident.

Under Zhou Wu’s soft reassurances, Shen Yanzhi reluctantly lifted his shirt, baring his still flat, taut abdomen to the chill of the coupling gel and the ultrasound probe.

At first, the Shen Parents argued furiously with the doctor. But when the screen clearly displayed a tiny pregnancy sac—and even captured the faint, rhythmic flicker of the fetal heartbeat—the entire examination room plunged into silence.

Father Shen and Mother Shen, Shen Yanzhi, Zhou Wu—everyone stared blankly at the screen, listening to the steady “thump-thump” of a new life’s heartbeat.

In the heavy quiet, the doctor cleared his throat awkwardly. “Now… should we discuss terminating the pregnancy?

For an Alpha, the only option is surgical removal of the pregnancy sac…

It needs to be done soon, or the risks will climb.”

“No.” Shen Yanzhi shot back immediately.

The doctor fell silent. Per Young Master Shen’s earlier instructions, they had been prepared to proceed…

He pressed on with the explanation regardless.

“If you choose to continue, the pregnancy sac will keep developing. In theory… a normal delivery might be possible later on, but it’ll require constant, close monitoring.”

Zhou Wu’s eyes stayed glued to the screen. Then, in a dazed and frightened voice, he asked, “We can’t keep the baby?”

He didn’t fully grasp it, but anxiety gripped him. His eyes reddened as he turned to Father Shen and Mother Shen. “Don’t hurt Shen Yanzhi or the baby.”

The Shen Parents went even quieter, suddenly feeling like the villains forcing an abortion.

Truth be told, they had no way to compel Shen Yanzhi into terminating it. The boy had always been headstrong and capable, with a small empire of assets and subordinates already under his command. A few words from them wouldn’t sway him.

And besides… they had just heard their own grandchild’s heartbeat—grandson or granddaughter.

Once that realization sank in, it twined around their hearts like vines, impossible to uproot.

They learned more from the doctor too: Zhou Wu’s cognitive issues stemmed from a later accident, not anything hereditary. The child would be healthy.

The doctor even hinted delicately that Zhou Wu’s condition resulted from years without systematic treatment. With intervention now, improvement in the future wasn’t out of the question…

Even so, Father Shen couldn’t wrap his head around it. He shook his head and sighed repeatedly.

It was mostly because he’d spent years lording his son’s brilliance over his friends. “What, your kid lost the equestrian competition?” “What, not top of the class?” “What, fell for some ordinary Beta?” Pathetic parenting, every time.

And now his own Alpha heir was declaring he’d bear a fool’s child.

He’d never live this down.

Damn it—if only he hadn’t bragged so much.

Mother Shen gazed at the tiny heartbeat on the screen, torn for the first time between longing for her grandchild and the shattered dream of her son settling down with a proper wife to start a family.

In the end, the two departed the hospital, deciding to let Shen Yanzhi ride out his Susceptible Period there for the time being.

Zhou Wu sensed that the Shen Parents had washed their hands of the matter, even removing the anti-bite mask.

After all, he was already pregnant. Things couldn’t possibly get any worse.

Whether they kept the child would likely depend entirely on Shen Yanzhi’s decision once his susceptible period ended.

His eyes still glistened with lingering teardrops from his earlier crying, lending him an unusually quiet air.

Shen Yanzhi watched him steadily, then suddenly leaned in to kiss his eyes. “Don’t cry.”

Zhou Wu froze for a moment before wrapping his arms around him, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek.

By now, it was deep into the night.

The two slipped back into the hospital’s luxury suite. Zhou Wu was out like a light the moment his head touched the pillow.

In the morning, still heavy with sleep, he felt a warm body nestled against him under the covers, lips brushing his mouth.

Mmm. Someone was determined to rouse him for a round of…

This sensation was all too familiar.

Zhou Wu forced his eyes open and found Shen Yanzhi straddling him.

The Alpha’s face was flushed, his breath coming in hot puffs as he pried Zhou Wu’s mouth open to claim his tongue.

Zhou Wu cooperated in a hazy daze, eyes drifting shut again as that strange sense of familiarity washed over him once more.

The Young Master wasn’t pleased. He grabbed Zhou Wu’s head and pressed it firmly against his chest.

“Mm?” So soft, so plush.

Zhou Wu’s eyes flew open at last, his ears burning red.

It had to be the pheromones deficiency from being a pregnant husband…

Fine, it was all for the baby. He had to step up. In his muddled state, Zhou Wu began to cooperate fully.

Over the next few days of the susceptible period, they barely left the hospital room.

Zhou Wu had to supply Shen Yanzhi with pheromones at regular intervals.

The pheromones’ effect on him had grown noticeably stronger; otherwise, he had no idea how he’d endured such relentless exertion…

Shen Yanzhi was utterly content during those days—his skin even took on a healthier glow. Whenever excitement overtook him, he’d urge Zhou Wu to bite his neck.

Zhou Wu obliged, sinking his teeth in. The rich, sweet agarwood taste flooded down his throat, leaving his head spinning and his palms feverish. He never expected this time to go awry.

Shen Yanzhi’s face twisted in pain, though something else mingled in his expression—

Zhou Wu realized something was wrong and tried to pull away, but they were locked together, inseparable.

The moment he shifted, Shen Yanzhi clutched him desperately, body rigid with tension. “Don’t move. Don’t leave.”

The Alpha’s eyes and neck flushed crimson in seconds. His words insisted it hurt too much, that he couldn’t take it, yet his face told a different story—his voice even held a petulant whine.

“Too big.”

“Zhou Wu.”

“Gonna knock up another baby.”

Zhou Wu’s face burned at the delirious babble, but he couldn’t pull free. He could only soothe him.

Their hearts beat in sync, pressed chest to chest, sweat beading on their lashes in near-perfect empathy. Then came the endless, protracted—

Shen Yanzhi first arched back, muscles rippling in waves as ecstasy hit—so overwhelming he could scarcely draw breath. Later, his abdomen swelled faintly, and he gasped that he couldn’t anymore.

Tears spilled suddenly from his eyes. “Can’t hold it. Gotta pee.”

Zhou Wu: “…Huh?”

Shen Yanzhi had lost most of his reason, but his elite upbringing instinctively recoiled at the thought of soiling the bed.

Zhou Wu had no desire to face the Cleaning Auntie’s judgment again either.

He glanced toward the door, confirming they were alone, and figured Shen Yanzhi wouldn’t remember any of this in his current state.

Gritting his teeth, Zhou Wu summoned extra strength and scooped Shen Yanzhi up.

!! Shen Yanzhi’s reaction was explosive.

In that condition, walking was impossible—every jostle felt like agony.

They’d barely made it to the bathroom.

One misstep, and it all spilled out.

Zhou Wu thought he’d be strangled as Shen Yanzhi clung like a vice; he could only brace against the wall. Shen Yanzhi’s eyes rolled back, on the verge of passing out.

Now the tiles were filthy, and so was Zhou Wu. But at least they were free. Already in the bathroom, they rinsed off together.

Shen Yanzhi remained dazed through the entire bath. The man with boundless stamina finally buckled, refusing to let go of Zhou Wu.

Afterward, Shen Yanzhi crashed into a deep sleep, not stirring until evening.

The next morning, Zhou Wu woke to find Shen Yanzhi no longer holding him. Instead, he sat on the bed’s edge, back turned. His ears were scarlet, one hand clamped over his face amid labored breaths.

The room’s air chilled noticeably, the agarwood scent shifting back to its enigmatic depth.

Zhou Wu had a sinking feeling.

“Shen Yanzhi?”

He reached out, but Shen Yanzhi jerked away, bolting from the room and slamming the door behind him with a resounding bang.

“…” Zhou Wu knew it instantly. He was back to himself.

Considering all the mortifying things Shen Yanzhi had done during his susceptible period…

“Mm…” A total meltdown was understandable.