Damn it, I'm surrounded by insane Alphas!

On her way home, Wen Yiheng was unusually calm.

But as his car drove into the underground parking garage, he sat in the darkness and suddenly felt as if all his energy had been drained away, and he went limp.

He only frowned slightly when his eyes were sore and sore from crying so much.

He still cried too much.

In the two months after Shi Ran left, and in the twenty-eight years before Shi Ran appeared.

The memory begins with the smell of alcohol and fists.

The man who should be called his father was a complete loser whose greatest hobby was beating him and his mother.

They'd beat me whether I'd been drinking or not.

Belts, bench legs, grab whatever you can and use it.

Crying is useless, shouting is useless, the more you shout, the more violently they beat you.

He learned to remain silent, grit his teeth and endure it, staring at the cracks on the ground, counting in his mind, counting to a hundred, or counting the number of breaths a man takes.

Later, his mother ran away without a word, and disappeared with just a few clothes.

He became the alcoholic's only outlet for anger.

His injuries had never healed; they were covered in bruises.

That winter when he was fourteen, the man got drunk again and collapsed at the door. Outside the door was a ditch that was half frozen.

Wen Yiheng walked over, looked at him for a while, then raised her foot and kicked him into the ice hole.

With a splash, it bubbled a few times and then sank.

He went back inside and wiped the soles of his shoes, then went to knock on his neighbor's door. "Aunt Liu, my dad fell into the river."

The police arrived and questioned him.

He kept his head down and spoke haltingly.

Who would doubt a child who lost his mother, was beaten for years, yet still had excellent grades?

He felt empty inside, without fear or regret.

On the contrary, I felt peaceful.

Later I went to my aunt's house.

His aunt looked at his report card, frowned, but still kept him on.

He knew how to live: talk less, work more, and always get first place in exams.

A smile is unnecessary, but obedience is useful.

He was like a carefully packaged product, waiting to be needed.

His heart froze that winter; he could feel neither pain nor warmth.

Later, he was admitted to medical school, and his name was printed on the honor roll.

His mother suddenly appeared, driving a nice car, wearing a cashmere coat, hugging him and crying, saying sorry, and how much she had missed him all these years.

He knew that this woman had married well later, and now that he was successful, she wanted to find someone to rely on.

He called her "Mom," accepted her money, and it was a fair exchange—a mutual benefit.

He felt that emotions were superfluous and that he would never need them in his life.

It wasn't until he met Shi Ran in college.

Shi Ran, like a piece of broken ice on the river that year, cleaved open his bleak life.

At that time, he was already the youngest professor in the school. He was clean-cut, spoke gently, and pretended to be the perfect image that society expected. Everyone liked him.

But only he himself knew that his heart had long been rotten.

After class, he would sit alone on a bench by the artificial lake and read a book.

There were few people there, and the quiet made him feel relaxed.

On an ordinary evening, the setting sun painted the lake surface with a warm gold.

He closed the book and saw a student squatting on the lawn, feeding a stray cat.

The student was very careful; he put down the food and stepped back, saying softly, "Don't be afraid, eat."

Finally, the kitten couldn't resist the temptation of the food, quickly picked it up, and rubbed it against the student's fingers.

At that moment, he laughed.

Wen Yiheng tightened her grip on the spine of the book.

The student patiently finished feeding the kitten, then affectionately petted it.

He watched all of this quietly, and felt completely soothed and calmed.

From that day on, he went to the lake to read more often.

Sometimes he would run into that student and learn that his name was Shi Ran.

When that name appeared on his course selection list, a sense of almost fatal tremor struck him.

During class, his gaze always fell on Shi Ran.

Shi Ran seemed to have a good impression of him as well, and often came to ask him questions after class.

He enjoyed this special closeness but did not do anything out of line until that stormy evening.

That day was the deadline for final papers, and they had to be submitted to the office before 5 p.m.

Everyone in the class handed it in, except for Shi Ran.

He knew that Shi Ran would definitely come, so he waited until very late.

When he rushed into the office, soaking wet, his heart quietly settled down.

Despite Shi Ran's repeated apologies, he gently handed her a towel, saying, "You know... rules are rules, and you didn't hand it in on time..."

His approach to Shi Ran was already quite suggestive.

He won.

She suddenly raised her head, her eyes red-rimmed, and kissed him tremblingly.

He quickly took the initiative and deepened the kiss.

When the kiss ended, he looked at the panting person in his arms and chuckled softly, "Is this the final assignment you handed in to the teacher?"

Thus began a secret and forbidden relationship.

Shi Ran moved into his house, and he took care of everything for Shi Ran, researched his favorite dishes, and remembered all his little habits.

Shi Ran's presence finally filled the huge black hole in his heart.

He didn't know how much love was enough, so he could only give his all.

Even when their relationship was reported to the director, he chose to resign voluntarily to protect Shi Ran.

In any choice between Shi Ran and someone else, he would choose Shi Ran without hesitation.

Of course, he also wouldn't allow any threats to appear around him.

At that time, he had already left school and was preparing to establish Fuya.

One day, when he went to pick up Shi Ran as usual, he happened to run into Professor Wang, who had a bad reputation, leaving Shi Ran alone in the classroom.

He saw the man approach, his gaze lingering on the back of Shi Ran's neck.

On his way home, he asked who the person was and inquired about Shi Ran's thesis progress.

After confirming that Shi Ran's thesis was completed, he invited Professor Wang to go hiking in the mountains that weekend, ostensibly to relax.

The mountaintop was quiet and deserted in the early morning.

He stood on the edge of the cliff, his tone as calm as if discussing the weather, "I heard you've been quite concerned about Shi Ran lately?"

Professor Wang's smile froze instantly.

"Stay away from him." Wen Yiheng's glasses reflected a cold light. "If you want to keep your job."

With just a few words, Professor Wang turned ashen-faced and promised never to approach Shi Ran again.

Wen Yiheng turned around and went down the mountain.

A week later, the search and rescue team found Professor Wang's body at the foot of a steep cliff.

The official investigation concluded that it was an accidental fall off a cliff, and everyone accepted this result, except for Shi Ran.

He didn't say anything, but there was a hint of fear in his eyes when he looked at Wen Yiheng.

But as time went on, Wen Yiheng's gentleness melted away their fear, and they returned to being the enviable couple in the eyes of outsiders.

Wen Yiheng felt that a simple happiness had finally arrived, and she made up her mind to introduce Shi Ran to his family and arrange their marriage.

But on that very day, Shi Ran left.

Without warning, it vanished completely.

He even considered ending it all.

He bought a plane ticket to Iceland, the place Shi Ran had said she wanted to marry.

He wanted to fulfill this promise, and then sleep forever in that expanse of ice and snow.

Unexpectedly, the plane crashed.

He lost consciousness amidst the violent tremors; his phone screen remained frozen on the last message he sent to Shi Ran:

My dear, wherever you are, remember that I love you.

He never expected to wake up again. When he returned home, all traces of Shi Ran had disappeared.

It was like a dream he had, and when he woke up, it left no trace.

He became a true walking corpse, crying until he lost his voice, crying until he suffocated. He was so fragile that he found it laughable, laughable that someone like him still had a heart.

Until a month ago, during that business trip, the institute said they had received a rare fig pheromone sample.

At that moment, his lifeless heart suddenly pounded in his chest.

He rushed back to China overnight, and when he saw the face he had been longing for day and night in the photo, he was overwhelmed with immense joy.

The next day, when he pushed open the door to the examination room, his eyes instantly turned red.

After the euphoria came the cold reality.

His beloved has a new Alpha by his side.

But it doesn't matter... as long as he hasn't been permanently marked, he still has a chance.

He had finally waited for this day.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly, all because of that damn delivery guy!

If it weren't for that knocking...

Oh.

Wen Yiheng sat in the dark car and let out a very soft, self-deprecating laugh.

Are you still deceiving yourself?

Even without the knocking, Shiran wouldn't obediently be marked.

In his eyes, you are just a madman, a pervert, a murderer.

In the darkness, he slowly raised his head.

But it's okay, sweetie.

You can hate me or be afraid of me, it doesn't matter.

I am your only hope now. Soon, you will come begging me to love you.