Can a Widowed Beta Be Desired Too?

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Zhu Ling transmigrated into a book.

The good news: he was an aristocrat from Upper City.

The bad news: among a crowd of Alphas, he was the only Beta destined to be cannon fodder.

The worse news: he was pregnant, but his husband was gone.

People said that success and wealth came at the cost of a dead husband, but Zhu Ling never got news of a promotion. Instead, he met the important figures from the book at the funeral.

According to the plot, these important figures had only been forced to attend because of their connection to his husband. After the funeral, they would be drawn to the passing protagonist and naturally begin fighting over him.

Clutching the portrait, Zhu Ling watched everyone leave. He did his best to suppress the corners of his mouth as they turned upward, but when he looked up, he saw several big shots staring at him and even walking over.

Zhu Ling: ? Why aren’t you chasing the protagonist? Why are you staring at me?

Big Shot No. 1 was his husband’s younger brother. He strode up, hooked a finger through the black ribbon wrapped around Zhu Ling’s wrist, and spoke in a suggestive tone.

“Sister-in-law, don’t be sad. I can be your husband, too.”

Big Shot No. 2 was his childhood friend. Though frail, he still sat in his wheelchair and held Zhu Ling by the waist.

“Lingling, wouldn’t you have been spared all this heartache if you’d chosen me back then?”

Big Shot No. 3 was his student. He seemed to have hurried over, still reeking of blood, and kissed the back of Zhu Ling’s hand with reverence.

“Teacher, I can take good care of you and the baby.”

Big Shot No. 4 was his adopted son. Standing apart from the crowd, his eyes were filled with hostility, his black leather-gloved hands folded across his chest.

“Father, I can be the adoptive father of the child in your belly, just like I was back then.”

Zhu Ling stared blankly at the group of big shots before him, only to discover that each of them had a number above their head called “Desire Value.”

His mission as cannon fodder was to keep them all at bay until their Desire Values dropped below zero, then fake his death and pave the way for the protagonist to enjoy his own battlefield of love.

How hard could that be?

Who would want a widower like him?

So Zhu Ling deliberately moved in with No. 1 and lazed around, had heart-to-hearts with No. 2 beneath the flowers and moonlight, attended all kinds of balls with No. 3, and traveled the world with No. 4.

But after all that, the big shots’ Desire Values didn’t go down. They kept rising, until they went off the charts.

Following the plot, Zhu Ling brought all the big shots, who had been forced into their heats, into the same room, then quietly hid to the side and waited for the protagonist to show up.

But after waiting for ages without hearing a sound, Zhu Ling had no choice but to lean against the door and listen.

To his surprise, the door suddenly opened, and he was pulled into the room.

The big shots in heat naturally grabbed the beautiful widower by the wrist and reverently kissed his slender fingers. They felt the thrill of his heel pressing against their legs and refused to let him leave.

They hated him. They longed for him. They coveted him.

They begged for...

The moonlight to fall into their arms.

One night, the door suddenly opened.

The husband who was rumored to have died appeared in Zhu Ling’s room.

Zhu Ling instinctively assumed he was another cannon fodder male lead from the book, and was about to signal for someone to throw him out, when the newcomer gritted his teeth and fixed his eyes on the swell of Zhu Ling’s belly.

“Who got you pregnant?”

“Guess.”

#I’m dead, but my wife seems pretty happy.

#My wife is pregnant. Is the baby mine?

#Why is everyone over my head turning green, yellow, and white?

"See Chapter 2 author’s note for details"

"This story will keep crawling through the darkness"

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