Wen Song desperately wanted to tell Zhou Yanzi: he wasn’t a frivolous omega.

Although he’d harbored a secret crush on Zhou Yanzi for years, secretly following his every move, getting drunk during his heat cycle, throwing himself into Zhou Yanzi’s arms, removing Zhou Yanzi’s pheromone suppressant patch, preventing him from buying condoms, and ultimately, accidentally getting pregnant.

But he was a good person.

He assumed Zhou Yanzi would hate him and was preparing to leave the city when Zhou Yanzi found him and asked, “I’m also responsible that night. Are you willing to marry me?”

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Zhou Yanzi always found the young man he sponsored interesting.

Beautiful, cute, studious, with a slightly stubborn temperament—his only flaw was disliking him.

Not sharing a bed after marriage, not needing his pheromones during pregnancy, and telling her friends, “I haven’t married into a wealthy family. Don’t envy me. I’ll divorce him sooner or later.”

Cold, yet Zhou Yanzi was powerless against him.

Zhou Yanzi truly didn’t want to trap his little wife with a baby, but Wen Song seemed to want to leave every day.

That day, he hesitated at the door for a long time, entering only at sunset, intending to set Wen Song free.

“Wen Song, if you really don’t—”

Before he could finish, tears streamed down Wen Song’s face. He choked out, “Sir, I don’t want a divorce.”

“Please.”

“I like you. For many, many years.”