Don't Pick up Alpha Casually

I picked up an Alpha who lost his memory. He didn't remember anything, except that he held my wrist and wouldn't let go. I named him Shen Que - sure. He squatted in the alley waiting for me to get off work, and used the first money he earned from moving bricks to buy inhibitors for me. The day I differentiated into an Omega, he bit the back of my neck and marked me as his. Three months later he fell and regained his memory. He is Fu Yanshen, the heir to the Fu Group. He pushed me away in the emergency room and smiled condescendingly: "Are you the only one? Do you deserve to be marked by me?" Later I lay on the examination table with a fever that wouldn't go away, and the residue of markings in my glands was killing me. He kicked open the door and rushed in, his eyes red: "Who allowed you to touch him——" It's too late. On the marked operating table, I cleaned everything he left in my body. The glands are empty, but I remember everything he said during those three months when he called Shen Que. The name was given by me and he has no authority to take it back. Concept: Love is not about marking and possessing, but about still remembering the instinct of squatting at the door waiting for that person to come home after losing his memory. Abandoned people can stand up and move forward on their own, making the names given by others their own.