Chapter 52: What’s It Like to Bail Out Mid-Act?

Everyone exchanged awkward glances, their faces a tangled mess of hesitation and embarrassment. The whole situation stank of impropriety, but there was no ignoring the elephant in the room: their boss wasn’t just a married man—his wife was pregnant. If this got out of hand, it wouldn’t just ruin him; it’d torch his family.

So yeah, breaking down the door was crude, but hell, someone had to save the man from himself.

Lai Xueluan took command like she was leading a battlefield raid. Her face was stone serious. “Listen up. I’ll kick the door down. You two,” she pointed at Yu Mo and Yu Han, “rush in, pull them apart, and pin the boss down if you have to. Got it?”

The two nodded, grim as death, throwing up an “OK” like they were soldiers reporting for duty.

Then there was Li Rui, shuffling forward like a terrified intern. “Uh, what about me?”

“You?” Lai Xueluan scowled, thinking for a moment before snapping, “You handle the aftermath. Whoever’s in there crying their eyes out because of the boss, calm them down. If they want compensation, pay up. We’re filthy rich, anyway. Just make sure they don’t talk.”

“Oh, uh, right. Got it.” Li Rui nodded so fast he might’ve given himself whiplash.

Everyone took their positions, nerves taut.

“Three, two, one… GO!”

Lai Xueluan didn’t wait another second. With a kick that could’ve put a steel door into orbit, she blasted the office door clean off its hinges. It slammed against the wall with a deafening boom before hitting the ground, dust flying everywhere.

Yu Mo and Yu Han moved like predators closing in on prey, zero hesitation. In a flash, they were at the couch, where two stark naked bodies were tangled in an undeniably compromising position. Each grabbed a person and, with one violent yank, tore the pair apart.

Before Lu Zhanxing and Shao Ye even had time to blink, Yu Mo’s fist crashed into the back of Lu Zhanxing’s head like a sledgehammer. The man dropped like a stone, knocked out cold.

With zero finesse, the two brothers threw some clothes over their unconscious boss, slung him over a shoulder like a sack of grain, and bolted out of there without a backward glance.

The whole thing was a spectacle—a rapid-fire takedown executed so fast and smooth, anyone watching would’ve been too stunned to react.

Standing at the doorway, Lai Xueluan yelled, “Li Rui, the cleanup’s on you! Good luck!”

Li Rui grimaced like a man walking to his own execution. Gritting his teeth, he stepped inside, muttering under his breath, “No matter what you think just happened, it’s a misunderstanding. Boss has a wife. He’s pregnant. You don’t stand a chance, so don’t even think about using this as leverage.”

The closer he got, the more his stomach churned. The office reeked of Lu Zhanxing’s suffocating alpha pheromones, but there was something off—there wasn’t a single trace of the other person’s scent.

Li Rui’s heart sank. Oh, no. A Beta? Just my luck.

Lu Zhanxing wasn’t just any Alpha—he was a top-tier predator. If he’d gone full tilt and a Beta ended up pregnant… yeah, this could spiral out of control.

Killing the witness wasn’t exactly an option.

Forcing a smile, Li Rui started babbling, “Look, whatever you want, we’ll make it right. Compensation? Sure, name your price. But if, uh, by some miracle, you’re pregnant… please, for everyone’s sake, just… take care of it, yeah?”

Mid-step, he froze, like someone had hit pause on his entire existence. His pupils shrank to pinpricks, shock flooding his eyes as his whole body locked up. If someone had cast a petrification spell, they couldn’t have done a better job.

“You—you—you…” Li Rui stammered like a broken record, his tongue tripping over itself as his brain short-circuited. “Shao Ye? What the hell are you doing here?”

Shao Ye’s head was still spinning, caught in a haze that felt like he’d been yanked straight out of a fever dream. One moment, he’d been drowning in the intoxicating bliss of Lu Zhanzing’s arms, floating high on the edge of oblivion. The next, he was dropped into this absurd nightmare.

As the fog in his brain slowly cleared, reality hit him like a sucker punch. He stood there, buck-naked and littered with the telltale red marks of his indulgence, completely exposed—and worse, in front of someone he actually knew.

The flush on his face erupted like wildfire, searing all the way to his ears. If embarrassment could kill, Shao Ye would’ve been a pile of ashes on the spot. His hands scrambled to grab the discarded clothes scattered on the floor, shaking like a drunk trying to thread a needle as he clumsily pulled them on.

“Get out! Close the damn door!” His voice cracked with desperation, his tone bordering on hysteria as he tried to salvage whatever shreds of dignity he had left.

“Oh, uh, yeah, sure.” Li Rui spun on his heel, ready to obey—but then froze mid-step.

Where the hell was the door?

It hit him like a bad punchline—Lai Xueluan had kicked it clean off its hinges earlier. He gawked at the empty frame, his face a perfect portrait of dumbfounded horror, before snapping into action. Turning his back to the room, he plastered himself against the opening like some tragicomic human barricade. “I’m the door. Yeah. Just think of me as the door…” he muttered, mortified.

Meanwhile, Shao Ye was moving at warp speed, yanking on his clothes in a flurry of chaos. Not even his military boot camp drills had seen him get dressed this fast. But just when he thought he’d regained some semblance of composure, he looked down and realized the cruel joke fate had played on him.

His shirt was a casualty of whatever war had unfolded earlier, its buttons MIA. His belt had vanished to who-knows-where, leaving his pants sagging precariously around his hips. Clutching at the waistband with one hand, Shao Ye felt like the punchline to a really bad joke.

Li Rui, still glued to his post, called over his shoulder hesitantly, “Uh… you decent yet?”

Shao Ye’s face twisted into a kaleidoscope of humiliation and fury, his skin burning like he’d been slapped. All of it, every shred of this mortifying situation, came boiling down to one person.

Where the hell was Lu Zhanzing?!

That bastard had ditched him mid-everything, leaving him stranded like this—like some pathetic idiot. And to think he’d gone out of his way, all starry-eyed and hopeful, to deliver chrysanthemums like some tragic romantic! Shao Ye’s chest heaved with rage. If this wasn’t peak bullshit, he didn’t know what was.

“Where is he? Where is Lu Zhanxing?!” Shao Ye’s voice dropped to a low growl, sharp enough to slice through bone.

Li Rui flinched like a kicked dog. “Uh, boss… Boss got knocked out. Yu Mo dragged him off.”

Shao Ye blinked, his fury briefly giving way to sheer disbelief.

“???”

"What the hell are we doing with him now? Dragging him off to get his head chopped or burying him alive?"

Wasn't Lu Zhanxing supposed to be the big boss of the Alliance Army?

How the hell did he end up like this?

Shao Ye’s brain felt like mush, tangled up in this whirlwind of nonsense. None of this Special Ops squad’s absurd moves made a shred of sense.

“Why the hell did you knock him out?” Shao Ye demanded, staring them down like they’d lost their collective minds.

Li Rui was a sweaty mess, the kind of guy who starts stammering when shit hits the fan. “Uh… b-because we thought… we thought he was… messing around in the office.”

Shao Ye froze for a moment, caught between disbelief and laughter. “You what?!”

Messing around?!

So you knock him out cold and haul him out like a sack of potatoes?

Really?

Isn’t this a world where sex ed is universal, and people are chill about this stuff?

And now you’re beating up your boss for office shenanigans?

“I need to see Lu Zhanxing. Now,” Shaoye said, cutting through the nonsense.

“Okay, okay,” Li Rui said, practically collapsing in relief. Then he glanced at Shao Ye—clothes disheveled, face flushed—and froze again.

Oh. Oh no.

How the hell was he supposed to smuggle Shao Ye out of the boss’s office looking like… this?

It wasn’t just noticeable—it screamed compromising situation. Sure, everyone knew Shaoye was Lu Zhanxing’s partner, but this?

This was a PR nightmare waiting to happen.

If word got out, the vultures on the committee—those wrinkled old schemers—would milk it dry, pinning Lu Zhanxing as some hedonistic disgrace.

Li Rui’s brain went into overdrive. He called Lu Zhanxing’s assistant, demanding a fresh set of clothes and a quick fix for the busted office door.

Minutes later, the assistant rushed over, delivering the clothes. Shao Ye changed, his usual cool composure back, and followed Li Rui to Lu Zhanxing’s quarters.

Meanwhile, in the boss’s dorm, chaos was brewing.

“Are you guys done or what?” Lai Xueluan banged on the door, nerves fraying. “The med bay says the boss’s inhibitors are out, and if he wakes up and goes feral again, what then? You wanna drag him to quarantine during a crisis?”

“We’re done, we’re done. Get in here,” Yu Han called from inside.

Lai Xueluan shoved the door open to find Yu Mo and Yu Han standing over Lu Zhanxing, who was knocked out and freshly dressed.

Yu Mo, with that sly, cocky smirk of his, looked like he’d just pulled off a heist. “Knew this would happen. That’s why I made a pit stop at K-Block Prison in the Seventh Sector yesterday.”

Lai Xueluan frowned. “K-Block? The hell were you doing there? That’s where they lock up perverts and predators.”

Yu Mo’s grin widened as he produced a small box and waved it like it was some holy relic. “Picking up a little something for the boss. Check it out—just what he needs!”

He popped the lid to reveal a vial of green liquid.

“And what the hell is that?” Lai Xueluan snapped, her eyes narrowing with suspicion.

“Patience, patience,” Yu Mo cooed, grabbing a syringe and diluting the stuff with glucose like some mad scientist. “This is the boss’s cure. Trust me—it’s foolproof.”

Then, without a second thought, he moved toward the bed, aiming the syringe at Lu Zhanxing’s vein.

“Whoa, hold it!” Lai Xueluan lunged, grabbing his wrist. “Are you insane? The Alliance Med Academy couldn’t figure this out, and you’re about to jab him with some sketchy crap?”

“Yeah, what’s in that thing?” Yu Han chimed in, skeptical as hell.

Yu Mo sighed, like he was dealing with children, and reluctantly handed over the torn-off label.

They read it, their faces going pale in unison.

“Chemical castration serum?!” they shouted, voices hitting an octave higher than usual.

———TN: Seriously, what kind of cosmic joke was this? Three damn months without seeing your spouse, three months of pent-up frustration and fantasies running wild, only to finally get your hands on each other—and boom, just as things are heating up, some clueless subordinate barges in, ruining your moment of bliss. Talk about a mood killer.