Chapter 42: Is He the Reincarnation of Su Daji, Seducing People Like This?

Shao Ye's chest tightened, worry etched across his face. For a second, he feared he might’ve gone too far. Lu Zhanxing’s heart—already battered and bruised—might not survive this kind of blow.

Lu Zhanxing clutched his chest, his thick brows furrowing slightly as he forced himself to stand firm. But he wouldn’t look at Shao Ye. No, not now. Like a wounded lone wolf, all he wanted was to limp away with whatever shreds of pride he had left.

Shao Ye saw it, saw that crack in Lu Zhanxing’s armor, and he panicked. He called out, voice sharp and urgent, “Lu-ge, don’t you want to know who he is?”

Lu Zhanxing froze mid-step, his shoulders going rigid. His voice, low and bitter, cut through the silence like a blade: “Ah Ye, you’re one cold-hearted bastard.”

Damn right—killing someone isn’t half as brutal as gutting their heart.

His words dripped with raw, aching pain, the kind of hurt that comes from holding back. Lu Zhanxing had sworn not to ask, not to dig deeper, because he knew himself too well. One push, one snap, and he’d cross the line—do something that would haunt him forever. Like kill the person Shao Ye cared about most.

But Shao Ye wasn’t done. Ignoring the throbbing pain radiating from his lower body, he slid off the hospital bed. Barefoot, each step slow and strained, he trudged toward Lu Zhanxing. His gaze burned with resolve, defiance even.

“Lu-ge,” Shao Ye said, his voice slicing through the room’s suffocating stillness. “I’ve never loved anyone before. You’re the first.”

Lu Zhanxing’s body trembled, a barely contained quake, his back still turned. “Ah Ye, stop it,” he begged, his voice cracking under the weight of his words.

That tone—it wasn’t anger. It wasn’t even frustration. It was desperation, raw and unfiltered, like Shao Ye’s words were daggers carving him open piece by piece.

But Shao Ye? He wasn’t stopping for shit. He pressed closer, so near now they were sharing the same breath. “I don’t care if you want me to stop. You’re gonna listen.”

The fire in Shao Ye’s eyes burned brighter as he continued. “I told you before, I’m straight. I’ve never looked at a man that way, couldn’t even wrap my head around it. But fate? Fate’s a cruel bitch. It made me fall for one. You. And do you know how fucking hard it was to admit that to myself, let alone to say it out loud? I fought it, Zhanxing. I fought it with everything I had. But then I realized… If I don’t say it, if I let it fester, he’s gonna hurt. And watching him hurt? It rips me apart, piece by piece. I can’t take it. I won’t take it.”

Lu Zhanxing’s muscles coiled tight, every nerve in his body on edge. He didn’t move, didn’t breathe. His mind was chaos—a storm of emotions colliding like thunder and lightning.

And then Shao Ye did it. He reached out, wrapping his arms around Lu Zhanxing’s waist and pulling him close. His cheek rested against Lu Zhanxing’s back, his warmth seeping through the cold, hardened exterior.

That simple touch was a bomb detonating in Lu Zhanxing’s chest. He stood frozen, a statue, but his heart?

His heart pounded like a goddamn war drum, the sound echoing between them. Beat after beat, it thundered on, a relentless reminder of what he was fighting so hard to ignore.

Shao Ye took a deep breath, steeling himself, and threw it out there: “The one I’m into? He’s a top-tier Alpha. The hottest, most charismatic man in the entire damn Galactic Alliance. I love him. Having him mark me? That’s the crowning moment of my life. His name is Lu Zhanxing. And, oh yeah—he’s the father of my baby.”

Lu Zhanxing froze like someone just hit pause on the universe. His whole body shuddered, and his brain short-circuited. For a solid minute, nothing existed—no sound, no movement, just that.

Then, finally, he turned around, his eyes practically sparkling. His voice came out rough, shaky. “Ah Ye… what did you just say? The person you like… is me?”

“Yeah, Lu-ge. I love you…” Shao Ye barely finished his confession before Lu Zhanxing yanked him into the kind of hug that made breathing optional. It was desperate, wild, like he couldn’t get close enough, like the world might rip them apart if he let go.

The grip was brutal, borderline painful, but Shao Ye didn’t give a damn. If anything, it felt like pure bliss flooding every cell in his body. He let himself sink into it, drowning in the warmth of a moment he’d dreamed about for too long.

And then, he felt it—a burning-hot drop sliding down his neck. Tears. Lu Zhanxing’s tears.

Shao Ye tightened his own arms around the Alpha’s waist, saying nothing, because words were useless. Every storm they’d weathered, every mile they’d walked together, every agonizing second of separation—it all boiled down to this: raw, unbreakable love binding them tighter than gravity.

“Wait—Ah Ye,” Lu Zhanxing’s voice cracked, trembling with something between hope and fear, “you… like me?” Like he needed to hear it again, needed the reassurance it wasn’t all some cruel hallucination.

“Come on, Lu-ge. We’ve got a baby. Still think I don’t like you?” Shao Ye teased, a smirk tugging at his lips even as his eyes softened.

The mention of the baby sent Lu Zhanxing into panic mode. He instantly released Shao Ye like he was made of glass, his gaze darting to Shao Ye’s belly like it was sacred ground. Without a word, he scooped Shao Ye up and gently, so damn carefully, laid him on the bed. He tucked the blanket around him like a man on a holy mission.

But even then, his eyes couldn’t leave Shao Ye’s stomach. After a beat, he blurted out, “Ah Ye… when did we… I mean, when did the baby happen?”

Shao Ye was mid-sip from his water bottle. The question hit him like a sledgehammer, and he nearly choked. Water sprayed from his mouth, splattering right onto Lu Zhanxing’s dumbfounded face.

His face turned beet red. Mortified, Shao Ye yanked the blanket over his head and shouted, “Go ask Ye Li! It knows everything!”

Under the covers, Shao Ye’s face burned hotter than a star. Then he started hearing… sounds. Familiar ones. Ones that made his skin crawl with embarrassment.

Because those sounds? They were his own voice.

He couldn’t help but sneak a peek, tilting his head just enough to steal a glance in the direction of the noise. Curiosity clawed at him—what the hell was Lu Zhanxing up to?

That one glance? It almost knocked Shao Ye’s jaw clean off. His face flushed so hard it felt like his entire body might combust on the spot. Mortification hit him like a freight train, and he wanted nothing more than to dig a hole and vanish forever.

There was Lu Zhanxing, grinning like a cat with cream, eyes glued to a holoscreen.

And playing on that screen? A damn surveillance recording of Shao Ye himself, back in the med bay, volunteering—yes, volunteering—for Lu Zhanxing’s mark.

The Shao Ye on that video? Wild, untamed, and begging for it.

He froze, staring in horror.

What the actual f**?!

That’s me?

That little slutty omega losing his mind—is ME?!

Rage flared in his chest.

Damn it all!

That traitorous AI Ye Li kept the footage?!

If Ye Li had been a person, Shao Ye would’ve already stormed into the central command system and blown the place sky-high. He ground his teeth, murderous. But alas, punching code wasn’t an option.

“Stop watching that!” he snapped, smacking the button on Lu Zhanxing’s wristwatch to kill the feed. The screen blinked out of existence, leaving Shao Ye bristling with fury and shame.

Lu Zhanxing, though? The bastard looked downright amused. Whatever sadness had been haunting him was long gone, replaced by a smug, satisfied grin.

“It’s fine,” Lu Zhanxing said softly, leaning in like he wasn’t about to get decked. “I’m your husband. We’ve shared... intimacy. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“Intimacy?!” Shao Ye practically choked on the word. “You mean the time you f***ing tortured me like you were trying to kill me?! Don’t you dare call that intimacy, Lu Zhanxing. And don’t think my confession means you’re off the hook. I haven’t forgiven you for the hell you put me through, so you can forget about getting close to me again. Keep dreaming!”

Lu Zhanxing froze, clearly not expecting the verbal slap. His expression twisted into something almost comical—a mix of shock, guilt, and a touch of wounded pride.

“Ah Ye, I—” He started, voice soft, eyes wide, looking like a kicked puppy.

“Cut the crap,” Shao Ye sneered, crossing his arms. “That pitiful look? Doesn’t even come close to how adorable my Xiao Bai is.”

Lu Zhanxing’s gaze darkened instantly, and he zeroed in on him like a predator locking onto prey. His voice dropped, low and dangerous. “Xiao Bai? Who’s that?!”

Shao Ye smirked, leaning into the challenge. “Jealous, are you? Go ahead. Stew in it. Xiao Bai’s way cuter and prettier than you’ll ever be.”

That did it. Lu Zhanxing was on him in a flash, pinning him against the wall, their noses practically brushing. His gaze was sharp enough to cut, his tone a deadly growl. “Who. The hell. Is Xiao Bai?!”

Shao Ye’s heart slammed against his ribs. He wasn’t stupid—he knew better than to push Lu Zhanxing too far. The man was fully capable of losing it, ripping his clothes off, and taking him right here in the damn hospital.

He swallowed hard, biting back any further taunts. After a deep breath, he muttered through gritted teeth, “My dog. Xiao Bai is my f***ing dog.”

Lu Zhanxing froze. A long beat of silence stretched between them.

“...”

Lu Zhanxing’s face darkened, black lines metaphorically dripping from his expression.

Shao Ye jumped in, sharp as ever, to defend himself. “Hey, don’t pin this on me! You’re the one getting jealous over a damn dog. That’s your problem, not mine.”

Lu Zhanxing’s expression softened as he leaned in with a raised brow. “Not mad at you. Just curious. You into dogs or what?”

Shao Ye shrugged, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Guess you could say that. I’ve only ever had one, though—a pure white pup called Xiao Bai. Fluffy as hell. Cutest damn thing you’ve ever seen.”

His voice faltered for a second, a flicker of something tender flashing in his eyes. The memory of Xiao Bai hit him like a sucker punch—his old companion, his ride-or-die from another life. But nostalgia had its claws in him, and with it came the sting of loss. His gaze darkened, sadness bleeding through.

Lu Zhanxing caught the shift and asked, his voice low and almost careful, “What happened? You’ve never mentioned it before.”

“It died.” Shao Ye’s reply was clipped, a blunt edge to his words. No dramatics, no elaboration, but the pain in his eyes said enough. This wasn’t a story he wanted to revisit.

Lu Zhanxing hesitated, his tone dipping into something playful yet hesitant. “Shao Ye… you know, I’m kind of fluffy and white too. Maybe you could, uh, like me a bit more?”

Before Shao Ye could fire back, Lu Zhanxing’s hands moved to his waistband.

“Wait, what the hell are you doing?” Shao Ye barked, panic rising as he slapped his hand over Lu Zhanxing’s. “Lu-ge, I’m literally stuck in a hospital bed here! You can’t just—whatever you’re thinking, cut it out!”

Lu Zhanxing blinked innocently, a wolfish grin tugging at his lips. “Relax. I just wanted to show you my tail.”

“Your what now?” Shao Ye froze for a beat, the dots finally connecting in his head.

Lu Zhanxing’s beast form—a rare snow-moon wolf—flashed in his memory. He’d glimpsed it once, back in that grimy basement under the ancestral house, though the dim lighting had blurred the details.

Now, though, the prospect had him unexpectedly curious. Intrigued, even. Hell, if he was being honest, he wanted to see it. Maybe even touch it.

Cautiously, he eased off his grip on Lu Zhanxing’s waistband. Lu Zhanxing didn’t waste time, tugging it down just enough to reveal the faintest flicker of white. And there it was—a snow-white tail, swaying lazily behind him.

It was mesmerizing. The fur gleamed like spun silk under the light, soft and impossibly fluffy, each strand glinting with an almost magical sheen. It swished back and forth, playful and tantalizing, like a furry siren call.

Under the blanket, Shao Ye’s fingers twitched, restless. His restraint teetered on a knife’s edge, the temptation eating at him. It was like staring down a forbidden treasure. He wanted to grab it, run his fingers through it, sink into its impossible softness.

But somewhere in the back of his mind, a warning flared: Don’t touch a wolf’s tail unless you’re ready to pay the price.

Lu Zhanxing leaned closer, a devilish grin curling on his lips. His ears popped up next—fuzzy, snow-white, and twitching with a teasing charm. He looked like a blend of seductive mischief and raw innocence, a predator luring in its prey.

“Shao Ye,” he purred, voice dripping with amusement, “do you like my ears and tail?”