Chapter 48: High and Mighty Alpha Young Master

Shen Yanzhi suppressed his temper and hung up the phone.

He truly hadn’t taken Zhou Wu to the appointment yet. But that didn’t mean he was ignoring him.

No matter whether his mind recovered or not, as long as Zhou Wu stayed by his side, he would never want for anything!

The classroom was missing that obedient figure sprawled peacefully on the desk.

Shen Yanzhi felt utterly irritated. He couldn’t focus on the final class anymore, so he simply stood up and drove off to pick him up.

It was rare for him to come fetch someone personally. The moment he stepped inside, he spotted Zhou Wu sitting in the consultation room, gazing earnestly at the doctor. “I want to get better,” he said.

Shen Yanzhi walked over.

Zhou Wu had clearly seen him, yet he lowered his head and leaned toward Su Bai.

Shen Yanzhi pressed his lips together and stepped forward to wait alongside them as the diagnosis wrapped up.

The doctor didn’t pause on his account. Instead, he continued explaining the treatment plan in detail to Su Bai and Zhou Wu.

“The initial regimen calls for oral medications to nourish the nerves, paired with transcranial magnetic stimulation therapy three times a week. Daily cognitive training is also essential…”

As the neurologist spoke, he handed over a printed list outlining recommended intelligence games and training software.

“Specific jigsaw puzzles, memory cards, and logic reasoning programs like these—all need to be done consistently.”

Zhou Wu didn’t spare Shen Yanzhi a single glance, not even after they left the hospital and climbed into the car. He was clearly excited about the treatment, yet he only spoke to Su Bai.

Shen Yanzhi’s grip tightened on the steering wheel, an uncomfortable knot twisting in his chest.

That evening, he pulled Zhou Wu into his arms. Zhou Wu remained unusually quiet. When he sensed Shen Yanzhi leaning in to scent him, he shrank deeper into the covers.

He wouldn’t even let him scent him anymore.

A spark of anger ignited in Shen Yanzhi. He abruptly turned Zhou Wu’s face toward his own and moved to kiss him.

Zhou Wu squeezed his eyes shut, showing no reaction whatsoever—not even parting his lips.

“What do you mean by this?”

Shen Yanzhi’s temper flared. Hadn’t Zhou Wu been the one eager for kisses before?

“I’m not pregnant, so you won’t kiss me anymore?”

“You just want me to have your baby?”

Zhou Wu stared at him in stunned silence.

“I’m not kissing you because you’re bad…”

He felt deeply wronged, forcing out the words with effort as his eyes quickly reddened.

“You’re fragrant, but you’re bad. One moment you’re kind to me, the next you’re jabbing a needle into my neck.”

“One moment you’re clinging to me, wearing me out, the next you’re ignoring me and acting like you despise me.”

He clutched at his chest, tears spilling despite his efforts.

“You make it hurt right here.”

Shen Yanzhi: “…”

“Worst of all, you don’t like our baby. You let our baby die.”

“I…”

Shen Yanzhi wanted to insist he hadn’t, but then he remembered he still hadn’t committed. He might truly end up ending their baby.

Zhou Wu wiped at his eyes. “Because you think I don’t deserve to be a dad…”

“No, that’s not…”

Shen Yanzhi opened his mouth, desperate to say something—anything—to soothe him.

Yet he knew that without promising to keep the child, no amount of coaxing would work.

In the end, he resorted to roughly wiping Zhou Wu’s face. “Enough. Stop crying!”

Zhou Wu flinched, perhaps realizing how embarrassing it was to break down like this.

He quickly scrubbed his face dry but kept his back turned to Shen Yanzhi, burying it in the covers.

Shen Yanzhi pressed a hand to his forehead…

What the hell was going on?

Did he really have to go through with having this child?

Since when did he have to coax anyone?

Everything unfolding now clashed completely with his original life plans.

He needed time to readjust, each step laced with pain.

And yet… he didn’t want to let go.

Why was he so reluctant to release this person? Why was he so torn about the abortion?

Unconsciously, Shen Yanzhi’s hand drifted to his own lower abdomen.

He recalled the susceptible period, when Zhou Wu had clung to him, insisting it was fine to inject the suppressants—as long as it didn’t harm him or the baby.

In the end, he was still too soft-hearted.

“I… I shouldn’t have said those things about you. I’m sorry.”

Shen Yanzhi wasn’t incapable of pretty words; far from it—he excelled at them. But they were always calculated, tools for some goal or empty courtesy. His heart never truly meant them.

This time felt different. He turned to gaze at Zhou Wu’s dejected head, the soft tips of his hair, and an unfamiliar tenderness welled up inside him.

“No matter if you recover or not, you deserve to be a dad.”

His words came out clumsy as a result, heat rising to his cheeks.

“You’re gentle. And brave…”

“Zhou Wu?”

Shen Yanzhi drew him close, only to realize Zhou Wu had already drifted off to sleep.

“…”

What an idiot.

Shen Yanzhi pursed his lips and flipped him over anyway, forcing him to face forward.

Zhou Wu’s brow furrowed faintly, but his arm snaked around Shen Yanzhi with practiced ease. He gave a gentle pat, then slipped back into slumber.

Shen Yanzhi’s ears flushed red. Only then was he marginally satisfied.

The next day, the doctor’s call arrived right on schedule. The voice on the line was as professional and even-keeled as ever, inquiring about his intentions for the surgery.

Shen Yanzhi fell unusually silent.

The doctor clutched the receiver, a suspicion forming. He weighed his words carefully before venturing, “Actually, given the embryo’s current development, this stage… termination surgery isn’t advisable anymore. Keeping it might be the safer option.”

Shen Yanzhi stayed quiet. After a long pause, he replied flatly, “Is that so?”

The doctor got the message. This child was likely staying.

Relief washed over him inexplicably—no more fretting over a surgery performed too late. He steered the conversation toward natural birth.

“Since you’re considering carrying to term, you’ll want to take in more pheromones and spend plenty of time with your partner. It’ll better stimulate the pregnancy sac’s growth. Labor will go smoother that way.”

Shen Yanzhi: “…”

His heart felt strangely unsettled, but he didn’t resist the idea. The issue was that Zhou Wu was still angry with him.

Truth be told, Shen Yanzhi was still awkward about it himself.

He stewed for days, unable to bring himself to face Zhou Wu and declare that yes, he would let him have the child.

He figured Zhou Wu ought to realize it on his own.

His belly was already starting to round out slightly, the signs of pregnancy more pronounced—his chest had even swelled.

Zhou Wu just needed to touch or look more, and he’d have known ages ago!

Instead, Zhou Wu avoided his gaze. These days, he sought out Su Bai constantly.

They had to work on those intelligence games together, and Shen Yanzhi couldn’t interfere.

He even arranged for Su Bai to teach Zhou Wu right there in his classroom.

But watching their heads bent close together still twisted something in his gut.

“Zhou Wu.”

Su Bai had just left.

Shen Yanzhi ventured, “I can play with you too.”

Zhou Wu ducked his head and packed away the jigsaw puzzle, shaking it sullenly.

Shen Yanzhi pressed his lips tight. The next day, he personally drove Zhou Wu to his TMS treatment. When they emerged, Zhou Wu kept his eyes downcast, unwilling to share how it felt with him. He only lit up around Su Bai, chattering excitedly about the session.

Evenings, Zhou Wu slept with his back firmly turned to him.

Shen Yanzhi seemed to have forgotten that it was he who’d made Zhou Wu turn his back on him in the first place. In any case, he was extremely, utterly dissatisfied.

He was also rather angry.

Somehow, the two of them ended up in another cold war.

But in the end, Shen Yanzhi was the first one who couldn’t take it anymore.

His birth canal was constantly developing, shifting downward in preparation for delivery. Lately, Shen Yanzhi had been overwhelmed with desire, constantly leaking. His breasts were aching too…

He felt like he was going mad.

He desperately wanted to be…

While he was taking a shower, he realized he was fantasizing about Zhou Wu… and had even slipped his fingers inside. But it still wasn’t enough.

He felt both ashamed and furious. Why should he have to put up with this?

Zhou Wu should take responsibility!

At that moment, Zhou Wu was still out in the living room, working on brain teasers on the computer.

He glanced up and saw Shen Yanzhi storming over in his bathrobe, his expression fierce. Zhou Wu looked utterly bewildered.

Lowering his gaze, he realized that in his momentary distraction, he’d accidentally solved all the puzzles correctly. He hurriedly closed the screen, only to be yanked to his feet by Shen Yanzhi and shoved onto the bed.

Shen Yanzhi gritted his teeth. “Do it with me.”

Zhou Wu’s eyes widened, his face flushing red. “Huh?”

…There was nothing underneath the bathrobe.

Shen Yanzhi’s face pressed close to his. “Don’t you want to?”

Zhou Wu stared at him, a mix of shock and panic in his eyes.

“B-But…?”

Shen Yanzhi had no intention of hearing any excuses. He simply took charge and started.

The air around them quickly filled with a sweet, intoxicating fragrance. Zhou Wu’s face grew even redder—he truly couldn’t refuse.

As soon as he sat down, Shen Yanzhi clearly saw obsession and desire flickering in Zhou Wu’s eyes.

His heart pounded wildly, a rush of heat surging through him, making his scalp tingle.

Zhou Wu did want him after all.

He should have done this sooner… It felt so satisfying. Even better than he’d imagined… Absolutely perfect.

A little while later, their positions switched. Zhou Wu leaned over him from above, kissing him while gazing down intently.

“Shen Yanzhi…?”

Shen Yanzhi’s heart raced with embarrassment, his ears burning red.

Had he noticed? Did he look ridiculous right now?

Zhou Wu tilted his head. “Have you put on weight?”

Shen Yanzhi clutched the sheets, snapping in frustration.

“You idiot!”

Zhou Wu pressed his lips together and fell silent. Then he grabbed hold of Shen Yanzhi’s hand.

Shen Yanzhi’s eyes flew wide. “W-Wait. Slow down…”

Zhou Wu didn’t speak or listen to him anymore.

“Zhou Wu. I-I can’t… Not yet…”

Soon, Shen Yanzhi couldn’t form words at all.

Zhou Wu’s face was flushed too. Looking at Shen Yanzhi like this, he just didn’t get it.

“I’m the idiot, but aren’t you…?”

Did he like it this much? The sheets were soaked.

Zhou Wu pressed his lips together and bit down on Shen Yanzhi’s neck.

Shen Yanzhi grew even more aroused, but Zhou Wu suddenly stopped moving. Shen Yanzhi was going insane. He tried to take the initiative, only to be held down. All he could do was beg Zhou Wu.

“Zhou Wu, Zhou Wu…”

Zhou Wu looked troubled. “I bit you. We can’t do it.”

“You don’t want the Baby.”

“I do.”

“You don’t…”

“I do. Idiot… I do.”

Shen Yanzhi couldn’t take it anymore. He guided Zhou Wu’s hand to touch him. After a long moment, Zhou Wu finally caught on. “The Baby’s still there?”

Shen Yanzhi buried his face in the pillow, his ears bright red.

“Is it really still there?”

Zhou Wu’s movements grew eager as he thrust in deeply. Shen Yanzhi shuddered. Finally, he answered.

“It’s there. It’s always been there. Your Baby.”

“Ah, please…”

Zhou Wu’s eyes lit up, and he began kissing him fervently.

“Shen Yanzhi! I’ll work hard to get better!”

Shen Yanzhi only wanted to say, hurry, hurry… But halfway through, pleasure overwhelmed him, and he couldn’t speak anymore…

The next day, Su Bai noticed that the two of them seemed to have made up.

Zhou Wu looked especially happy, like a small animal whose fur had been thoroughly stroked. Even the way he fiddled with the jigsaw puzzle felt light and cheerful.

He leaned close to Su Bai, his voice hushed but brimming with uncontainable joy. “Su Bai! The Baby… the Baby’s still there!”

Then he grew embarrassed himself, a faint blush coloring his cheeks, though he was smiling. “Shen Yanzhi even said… that no matter if I get smarter or not, I’ll be a good dad from now on…”

Su Bai was momentarily speechless, grumbling inwardly: Damn it… when did Shen Yanzhi suddenly grow a silver tongue?

He’d sweet-talked Zhou Wu back with just a few words.

Looking at Zhou Wu’s completely trusting, cloudless smile, Su Bai’s emotions grew even more complicated.

He was happy for him, yet faintly worried that this happiness depended too much on that moody guy.

“Let’s keep doing the exercises.”

“Okay.”

Zhou Wu nodded obediently. As he lowered his head to focus on finding puzzle pieces,

Su Bai accidentally spotted a little strawberry mark on Zhou Wu’s neck.

No wonder he’d suddenly been made to wear a high-collared shirt…

So even sweet-talking had an ulterior motive.

Su Bai sighed.

“Once you recover, you might not be so easy to coax anymore…”

Zhou Wu looked up. “Huh?”

“Nothing.” Su Bai shook his head and swallowed the rest of his words.

In the blink of an eye, the semester was over. Wanting to graduate as soon as possible, Su Bai had taken on a heavy load of credits this time—and aced them all.

Next semester, Shen Yanzhi decided to take a leave of absence.

The changes in his body could no longer be hidden.