At eighteen, Chen Zhiyi is injected with an alpha-inducing drug at a shady facility. While fleeing, he slips into an unlit hotel room to hide.
In the darkness, a rich, woody scent draws near. A hand touches his chin, and a man chuckles. "You were the one fighting downstairs just now, weren't you? Nice moves. How much for a night? Name your price."
Chen Zhiyi's blood boils. Convinced he's run into a pervert, he throws a punch. "A million! Is that enough to buy your damn ass?"
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After a chaotic night, the two unexpectedly run into each other again at a medical clinic.
You again? Why are you everywhere?
Holding Chen Zhiyi's file, the man sighs. "You must be desperate to get into this line of work. If you're short on money, I can help. My offer from last time still stands. I need a high-ranking alpha to father my child."
Chen Zhiyi glares at him. You already have a kid, and you still have the nerve to flirt with people outside?
But then he thinks about it. If the man is looking for a father, doesn't that mean the original father is gone? Being a stepdad and keeping a kid company doesn't sound so bad. Looking after a child is easier and more respectable than spending time with an adult.
Driven by necessity, Chen Zhiyi grits his teeth. "...How old is your kid?"
Qi Ling says, "Not conceived yet."
Chen Zhiyi: "?"
Qi Ling says, "As for when the baby will be born, that depends on what you can do."
Chen Zhiyi: "...?"
Chen Zhiyi asks how much the other man is willing to pay.
Qi Ling smiles. "Same price as your damn ass: a million. Is that enough?"
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Assuming it takes three months to conceive, plus ten months of pheromone soothing during pregnancy...
Thirteen months for a million. Chen Zhiyi thinks that's acceptable.
Only later does he find out Qi Ling meant a million per night. But even that doesn't make a difference. Chen Zhiyi works diligently for a year or more, yet the balance in his bank account never gets past five digits.
One day, Chen Zhiyi goes to Qi Ling to ask about his pay.
Without looking up from his work, Qi Ling says, "Am I not your wife? What other money do you need?"
Chen Zhiyi: "...What?"
When did they get married? How come he doesn't know?
And what does one thing have to do with the other?
Qi Ling says, "I forgot to tell you. In our family, the omega handles the money. You get a fixed allowance each month, and after you graduate, you'll hand your salary over to me too. Oh, since you're back, go make some goji berry tea in the kitchen. I'll check on you later."
Chen Zhiyi: "..."
Damn, damn, damn! He's walked straight into a trap. Can he still back out now?!
A rebellious college alpha who looks good enough to eat × a fabulously wealthy omega
Top, younger top, ten-year age gap. The top is young and beautiful. A self-indulgent passion project, written for the author's own enjoyment. Mutual doting, mutual doting, mutual doting, mutual doting. Not recommended for readers with extreme top or bottom preferences.
Theme: Parting is hard when meeting is hard
