“On the 9th of this month, Baiqing Group officially announced the acquisition of Ricno. The acquisition agreement grants Baiqing Group the right to use Ricno’s exclusive DSAE technology platform. Furthermore, Baiqing Group will gain Ricno’s pre-clinical research and development pipeline, which includes…”
The footage of the morning economic news was vaguely reflected on the metal button at the bottom of the pheromone index monitor. Struggling to open his eyes, Wen Ran gazed fixedly at the button while lying on the pillow in a half-sleep trance.
There was chatter in the ward, but the content was unclear amidst the news broadcast. Wen Ran tried to sleep for a few more minutes, but the pain in the back of his neck woke him up faster than his brain. Nausea rolled through him in waves, compelling him to wake from his semi-conscious state. With practiced ease, he parted his lips and drew in several deep breaths to calm himself down.
The nurse came to change his dressing. Sweat beaded on Wen Ran’s forehead and his already pale lips became even paler. The nurse bent down close to the pillow and whispered, “Is it still painful?”
Wen Ran smiled laboriously, “Much better, thank you.”
“It’ll get better in two days.” The nurse quickly glanced in a certain direction and straightened up. She gathered her things and hurriedly left.
Such words didn’t comfort Wen Ran. The truth was that countless “two days” had passed. He was like a vegetable who spent 24 hours in bed. Even most vegetables didn’t have to lie on their stomachs as long as he did to avoid pressure on the surgical incision on his nape.
The only thing on his bedside table was a book he had brought from home, which he had flipped through over and over again until he had almost memorized its contents.
The economic news ended and the conversation stopped. Wen Ran caught sight of the doctor leaving the ward out of the corner of his eye, then someone approached the bed.
“Mom.” Wen Ran strained to turn his head, managing to lift it slightly as he greeted the other person.
Chen Shuhui was staring at her phone, her fingernails tapping rapidly on the screen. In between typing, she found time to glance at Wen Ran, “Don’t move around. If you tear the wound, you won’t be able to get out of bed for the rest of your life.”
Wen Ran obediently replied with a “Mn” and quietly lay back on the pillow.
“The doctor said that as long as there are no problems with the data, the discomfort you’re feeling now will gradually disappear. Just bear with it.” She turned her phone off and eyed Wen Ran, “Before returning home, they’ll take a sample of your pheromones for precise matching, so listen to the doctor and focus on your recovery. I don’t want any accidents later.”
“I know.”
The door opened, and then closed, leaving Wen Ran alone in the ward again. He pushed the pillow down a little, reached for the book from the bedside, and opened the first page.
From the first page to the last, from early spring to early summer, the lengthy hospital stay finally came to an end with the pheromone match report—96.8%. A number so specific and alarmingly high that it didn’t disappoint anyone. Wen Ran saw Chen Shuhui smile for the first time as if she sincerely wished for his recovery.
Once Wen Ran finished packing his luggage for discharge, he waited by the nurses’ station for the driver to contact him. He stood there in a daze, staring at the elevator while clutching the tiny bag that held all of his belongings. He was still wearing the same long-sleeve shirt and pants he had worn when he was admitted to the hospital in the spring, revealing the pale skin on his wrists and the black collar around his slender neck.
“Congratulations on your discharge.”
Wen Ran turned around. The two nurses who had been monitoring him and changing his dressings for several months were sitting at the reception desk. Although they had been instructed to limit their interaction with him, they smiled at him.
“Mn.” After being isolated from social contact for so long, Wen Ran paused for a few seconds before continuing, “I have caused you inconvenience during this time.”
“Don’t worry about it. Remember to take your medication after you are discharged, and if you feel uncomfortable anywhere, be sure to quickly—” The nurse stopped abruptly, exchanged a quick glance with her colleague, and then changed the subject unnaturally, “Take care of yourself.”
The tone was filled with pity and sympathy. After the surgery, which had only a 60% success rate, Wen Ran was transferred to the intensive care unit. As his mind slowly regained clarity after the effects of the general anesthesia, he heard the nurse sigh softly with the same tone, “Poor thing.”
“Will do, thank you.” Wen Ran’s phone vibrated in his pocket, and he said, “I’ll take off now, bye.”
It had been too long since he felt the warmth of the midday sun. Just a few steps down the stairs made Wen Ran feel short of breath. When he opened the car door, he discovered that Wen Rui was sitting in the back seat.
“…Brother,” Wen Ran called him unfamiliarly.
“Why do you look like a gutter rat?” Wen Rui leisurely leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms, “Looks like I’ll have to sign you up for some social skills classes once we get back home. You can’t keep being like this.”
Wen Ran begged to differ, feeling that a rat would look much more alive than him.
“When are we going back home?”
“In a little over half a month. There are still a few things to settle with the company here, otherwise I wouldn’t have made this trip.” Wen Rui checked his phone for messages, “Don’t tell me you thought I came here just to take you home?”
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It was raining on the day he returned home. The capital city, which Wen Ran had never set foot in for the first 17 years of his life, was shrouded in heavy mist and filled with an unfamiliar atmosphere. Wen Ran shivered, unsure if it was due to the coolness of the car’s air conditioning.
The car drove through a tree-lined avenue and stopped in front of the garden gates of the Wen family’s old residence. The rain had subsided by the time Wen Ran opened the car door and got out. He looked up at the monochromatic villa that had clearly not been maintained in a long time. It stood alone in the drizzle, exuding an eerie sense of abandonment and decay.
“You go ahead, I need to go to the company.” Chen Shuhui sat inside the car, “Ask Auntie Fang to make you something to eat if you’re hungry.”
“Okay.”
Wen Ran closed the car door and retrieved his belongings from the trunk. He entered the front yard through the side entrance with the driver. As they ascended the steps, the door opened, and a beta woman in an apron hurried out of the villa with a polite smile on her face, “You must be Ranran, come, let me take your luggage.”
“Auntie Fang,” Wen Ran greeted her first, then said, “It’s okay, I’ll take it myself.”
The driver pushed Chen Shuhui’s luggage into the living room and quickly instructed Auntie Fang, “Please put Madam’s suitcase in her room.” Then he rushed out into the rain to take Chen Shuhui to the company.
Auntie Fang carried the luggage and led Wen Ran upstairs. The black walnut staircase had seen better days and creaked with each step. Wen Ran glanced around and found the open-concept living room empty and desolate. The unlit chandelier hung over ten meters above like a dark beast dangling from the ceiling.
While passing by the only north-facing bedroom, Auntie Fang stopped and opened the door, “Ranran, this is your room.” She then pointed to the two south-facing master bedrooms, “Madam’s and Wen Rui’s rooms are over there.”
“Thank you, Auntie Fang. I’ll organize my things first,” Wen Ran smiled at her.
“All right then.”
The room wasn’t large. It was simply furnished with a bed, wardrobe, and desk. Outside the window was a jacaranda tree with its branches spreading out. Wen Ran leaned on the windowsill to look down. The area surrounding the tree was covered in violet flowers that had fallen to the ground. He turned around upon hearing footsteps behind him. Auntie Fang was standing at the door and asked, “Are you hungry? I’ll make a bowl of noodles.”
“I’m a bit hungry. Then, I’ll trouble you, Auntie Fang.”
Auntie Fang’s eyes stayed on Wen Ran’s face for two seconds, then she smiled and said, “It’s no trouble. I’ll let you know when it’s ready.”
After the door closed, Wen Ran entered the bathroom. The mirror was wiped clean and reflected his pale face. Wen Ran carefully removed his collar. His right hand slowly reached to the back of his neck. The surgical scar had almost healed, with only a small bump under the skin confirming that artificial glands had been implanted into his body and injected with synthetic omega pheromones.
The pre-discharge examinations indicated that his glands had started to operate like a normal organ, capable of secreting and releasing small amounts of pheromones. However, Wen Ran had never smelled them himself.
This meant that he was still a beta since only betas lacked the ability to detect pheromones.
The long flight had left Wen Ran’s glands swollen and sore, but he only relaxed for less than half a minute before putting the collar back on—Chen Shuhui insisted he wore the collar even while sleeping to fully adapt and get used to it as if convincing him he had been an omega since birth.
This brainwashing began when Wen Ran was brought in as a substitute for the deceased youngest son of the Wen family. At the age of seven, he inherited everything from the deceased Wen Ran—name, gender, and identity. No one except for the Wen family knew that the real Wen Ran had long since passed away abroad, and no one knew that he had replaced Wen Ran and lived as him until the age of seventeen.
So, from the age of seven, he wore the collar to play the role of a qualified omega. He hardly went to school and never participated in group physical examinations. Last year, he spent the entire year in the research laboratory, following the doctor’s prescribed diet and medication to change his body to be suitable for the implantation of artificial glands.
After putting on the collar, Wen Ran stared at the pair of jet-black pupils in the mirror for a while, then looked at the small mole below his right eye. Ten years ago, it was because of this mole that Chen Shuhui picked him out from dozens of orphaned children with the same blood type in the orphanage—the real Wen Ran also had a mole in the same place. The world was full of such inexplicable, bizarre coincidences.
Wen Ran recalled Auntie Fang’s entranced expression just now when she looked at his face, probably reminiscing about the deceased young master.
After unpacking his meager luggage, Wen Ran sat by the bed in a daze for a while. Once he heard Auntie Fang calling him, he got up and went downstairs. When he reached downstairs, he saw that Wen Rui had also returned home and was eating noodles. The big chandelier was on, but strangely, the whole living room still felt dark and gloomy, as if no amount of light could illuminate it.
Wen Rui had returned home two days earlier than them, and from the clothes he was wearing, he seemed to have just returned from the company. Wen Ran sat down on the opposite chair and Wen Rui glanced at him, “Why are you wearing those ill-fitting rags again? Doesn’t your mom buy you clothes?”
Even though they shared the same mother, Wen Rui always referred to Chen Shuhui as “your mom” in front of Wen Ran. Wen Ran replied, “It’s not that worn out.”
It was just too small, after all, they were clothes from 2-3 years ago. From last year to this year, he had been wearing a hospital gown and didn’t need new clothes.
Wen Rui chuckled, “I’ll take you to the mall after eating.”
“There’s no need.” Wen Ran suspected that he really was a gutter rat now since he was afraid of crowded places. Even though rats might be more energetic than him, their essence was similar.
“You look like a beggar. You’ll get kicked out before you even step foot through the door, Wen Ran.” Wen Rui grabbed a napkin to wipe his mouth, “Now that you’ve arrived in the capital, it’s time for you to show your worth. Keep your head clear.”
He stood up and patted Wen Ran’s shoulder as he passed by, saying in a cryptic and mischievous way, “I’ll take you to a fun place tomorrow.”
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The next evening, Wen Ran, wearing a poorly fitting suit, got into the car with Wen Rui. The ride seemed to take forever, causing Wen Ran to almost doze off. They finally arrived at a place that resembled a resort with expansive greenery and a lake.
Upon reaching their destination, the waiter waiting at the entrance led them to the elevator and into a private room. Several alphas were smoking and chatting in the dining area.
“Finally, Young Master Wen is here. Let me have a look, who’s this unfamiliar omega? Where did you get a high school student?”
“I didn’t get him from anywhere,” Wen Rui led Wen Ran to sit at the table, “This is my younger brother.”
“Oh, he’s back home? With a face like that, no wonder you’ve been hiding him. Afraid someone will get obsessed with him?”
Wen Rui replied, “He’s just a kid, don’t scare him. Ask them to serve the food.”
The conversation quickly shifted elsewhere. Wen Ran endured the smell of smoke and ate in silence. Fortunately, the group didn’t appear to be here just to eat as they soon moved to the adjacent lounge to drink on the sofa, allowing Wen Ran to breathe.
As the glasses clinked, the voices grew lower, indicating that they were discussing the real issues at hand. Wen Ran consciously walked over, “Brother, I want to go out for a walk.”
Wen Rui was tipsy and took out a card from his shirt pocket. He handed it to Wen Ran between his index and middle fingers, “Swipe in the elevator. When you reach the floor, go and have fun.”
“Okay.” Wen Ran took the card.
“Say goodbye to Uncle Wei and Uncle Tang.”
Wen Ran had no idea which was Uncle Wei and which was Uncle Tang. He dutifully said, “Goodbye Uncle Wei and Uncle Tang.”
Someone laughed and cursed at Wen Rui, asking why he was addressed as a brother while they were called uncle.
After exiting the private room, Wen Ran entered the elevator and swiped the card. The button for the 9th floor automatically lit up. He flipped the card in his hand and saw the clerical script font in the lower left corner: Huyan Mansion.
Ding—the elevator doors parted, revealing a room instead of a corridor. Wen Ran hesitated before stepping out. The room looked like an overly luxurious reception area.
“Hello, welcome,” an omega in a black uniform rose from behind the desk, “May I ask if you are here alone?”
She was wearing a masquerade-like mask that covered half of her face. Wen Ran replied, “Yes, alone.”
“Okay.” The omega extended her hands to Wen Ran. Wen Ran instinctively passed the card to her.
The omega took the card, swiped it through the card reader, and gave the card back to Wen Ran. Then she took out a new masquerade mask and offered it to him with both hands, “Remember to keep your mask on at all times and refrain from using your phone while inside.”
Wen Ran was confused but nodded anyway. The omega circled the desk to check his collar was securely fastened. Then, she walked to the other end of the room and pressed her fingerprint to unlock it.
The door opened slowly. Wen Ran took a few steps forward. Once putting the mask on, he looked up and heard the omega say, “Have a pleasant evening.” At the same time, two alphas in suits walked side by side from the right side of the corridor and happened to pass by the door.
The two figures were extremely tall. Due to the angle, Wen Ran could only see the alpha walking closest to the door—casually styled hair, one hand lazily tucked into his pants pocket, with a fair wrist exposed under the cuff with a black wristband on it.
Perhaps sensing Wen Ran’s gaze, the alpha turned his head slightly toward him as he walked. Time seemed to strangely slow down. The subdued lighting gently cascaded down from above, casting a hazy glow on the alpha’s face, which was partially covered by a mask.
A perfect nose, a superior jawline, coldly pursed lips, and a disdainful gaze—in just a second, the dim and murky shadows danced around, as if everything was happening in a slowed-down movie scene, etched vividly into Wen Ran’s eyes. The alpha withdrew his gaze after a glance and continued walking, disappearing beyond the door.
Wen Ran blinked with inexplicable residual fear. He came to his senses and stepped out of the room before looking to the right. There should be another room connected to an elevator.
A strange fragrance permeated the corridor and the dark red patterned carpet beneath his feet was unreasonably soft. Wen Ran slowly made his way along the winding path. The backs of the two alphas in the distance occasionally appeared and then disappeared around every corner.
After navigating the labyrinthine corridor, a gold-plated door appeared at the end. Security guards opened the door for the two alphas and Wen Ran in succession. The small banquet hall’s circular dome was adorned with a magnificent medieval oil painting, captivating in color and content. The room was lit by orange wall lamps, with no overhead lighting. The music came from some direction and lingered in his ears.
Wen Ran’s seat was in the center. The seats were all semi-enclosed individual sofas, sparsely placed to ensure that all viewers could enjoy an unobstructed view of the sunken stage.
A red velvet carpet covered the entire stage, surrounded by pure gold statues of angels and the Virgin Mary. In the center was a huge golden birdcage.
At first, Wen Ran didn’t notice the scene inside the birdcage. He was feeling stuffy on the couch, so he unbuttoned another button on his shirt. At that moment, something moved in his peripheral vision. Wen Ran looked up and unexpectedly saw an omega and an alpha having sex completely naked inside the birdcage.
It took Wen Ran almost half a minute to recover from the shock in front of him and finally understand what Wen Rui meant by “fun”.
The elegant facade of the Huyan Mansion concealed the decadence and debauchery of the upper class. The scents, music, and lighting here seemed to be specially designed to stimulate all the senses of the visitors. Wen Ran resisted the urge to look at the birdcage again and tilted his head slightly to observe the other guests. Most of them were alphas, all wearing masks, and dressed in suits and ties. They appeared calm, but their eyes and mouths revealed their excitement, indulgence, and lust.
When Wen Ran looked behind to the left, he caught sight of someone with the look of “bored”.
It was still the same two alphas. One was leaning lazily on the sofa, tilting his head and closing his eyes to rest, as if he was just listening to music to fall asleep. The other was absentmindedly supporting his chin while watching the performance, but his expression was cold and disinterested. The way he was judging their lust made Wen Ran’s heart and glands throb inexplicably at the same time. Wen Ran turned his head back anxiously after confirming that they were S-level alphas.
The performance continued. Wen Ran felt like he was sitting on pins and needles. But since no one else was leaving, he had no choice but to stay. There was coffee and dessert on the table in front of him, but Wen Ran didn’t dare to eat.
He stared at the ground with his head down. After a long while, there was some noise on the stage. Wen Ran cautiously lifted his head and saw that the birdcage had been removed at some point. A small round table with a unique shape was slowly raised on the stage. There was a half-person-height rectangular object covered in black satin placed on top of it. A beautiful bunny girl stood beside the table, her smile sweet and cute beneath her mask.
Wen Ran relaxed slightly, guessing that the show was a mix of explicit and non-explicit content and now it might transition into a magic show. He glanced back and saw that the alpha who had been sleeping was still asleep, but the other alpha was nowhere to be seen and his seat was empty.
All the wall lamps suddenly dimmed, leaving only the stage lit. Wen Ran turned his head back. When his gaze returned to the center of the stage, the bunny girl smiled as she gently pulled away the black satin cover.
It was a transparent glass box, only half a person’s height, but there was a person inside.
Wen Ran’s pupils unconsciously dilated. By the time his brain reacted, intense nausea surged up his throat. At that moment, Wen Ran no longer cared about how others looked at him. He abruptly stood up and rushed to the door.
—It was a human with no limbs.
The waiter in the corridor came to assist him with concern, but Wen Ran waved his hand and hoarsely said he didn’t need help. He kept walking forward, eager to get out of the twisting corridor. The unsettling scent lingered in the air, just like the numb face and lifeless eyes of the person trapped inside the glass box, haunting his thoughts incessantly.
His hand touched something protruding on the wall. It was a door handle, perhaps leading to the terrace. Trying not to vomit on the carpet, Wen Ran attempted to open the door, but the handle wouldn’t budge. He patted the door a few times restlessly.
Click—the left half of the door suddenly opened from the outside, and the wind rushed in. Wen Ran gasped for air. His shaky vision gradually followed along the pair of long legs outside the door. The alpha’s hand on the door handle was cool white, with prominent joints and a lit cigarette between his fingers. The smoke wafted over the sun god-shaped brooch embedded with D-color diamonds and yellow diamonds on his suit collar, revealing its true colors shimmering in the night.
Eventually, Wen Ran looked up into those dark, black eyes.
The night breeze scattered the hair on the alpha’s forehead, and then blew onto Wen Ran’s face, instantly alleviating most of the discomfort in his body.
Author’s note:
Lu Heyang woke up from a nap: I’m so scared, bro, where are you?
The first chapter seems a bit miserable but it’ll get better later on. The previous book was a bit painful, so I intend to take a lighter tone with this one. The story will be cliché dogblood, but I want to make it more cheerful… The timeline might not match up with “Eternities Still Unsaid”, so there’s no need to compare deeply.
Lastly, a warning! Beware of dogblood! Beware of lack of communication! Beware of lack of logic! Beware of excessive personal settings!
Translator’s note:
Welcome everyone! I want to add to the author’s note that this novel definitely has more jokes than the previous one but still has that angsty feel in the background (so don’t expect pure fluff)
Wen Ran is a little cutie you’ll want to protect 🥺
Also, even though Wen Ran appears in “Your Fangs Are Perfect for Biting My Glands” his character has been changed and the author said it’s not related to that book.
Please let me know if you see some typos or if something is unclear so I can improve it 
enjoy~
Thank you for the chapter!
Wen ran indeed a cutie and you all will love gu’s savage trash can 😂
I still remember how Yunchi acts when it comes to Wen ran, like, if i find him i will kill him (really, kill him with what? Ur love lol), i bought 80 plus croissant since he’s interested in these bread (hahahahahaha)
Thank you for picking up this story Doububu ♡ Gu Yunchi was my fav in Eternities Still Unsaid so I’m excited!