ICAWZ Chapter 177

You Que would never know what the shirt in the bathtub had gone through, just as Sanya’s actions toward him now—subtle, vague, and not quite real.

Sanya buried his head in You Que’s neck, slowly searching for the source of the pheromones emanating from him. A trace of pathological satisfaction flashed across his eyes and brows. But he dared not be too reckless; he only allowed his body to lightly brush against him, and in the end, he gently licked the back of You Que’s neck, his tongue soft and wet.

You Que’s back stiffened for a moment.

In just a few seconds, the male pheromones accumulated in the room like clouds, as if a damp rain might fall at any moment. The bitter, ebony scent was somewhat like traditional Chinese medicine, but not unpleasant. It slowly soothed the pain in Sanya’s mind caused by the chaos of his psychic energy.

“You Que…”

Sanya murmured those two words hoarsely, his pale skin quickly flushing with a sudden rush of heat, as if it were burning. You Que wasn’t used to being pinned; he flipped over, pinning Sanya beneath him, furrowing his brows as he asked, “Don’t you really need to go to the hospital?”

Sanya had originally been wrapped in a blanket, but after rolling like that, it was completely undone, leaving his skin glowing white and faintly pink, almost blinding.

Seeing this, You Que quickly pulled the blanket back over Sanya, his gaze shifting slightly. It was only after the fact that he realized the other party was a female zerg. His body was similar to that of a male, yet not quite the same.

Sanya noticed that You Que wasn’t looking at him, so he reached out to grab the back of his head and pressed downward. The force wasn’t gentle, and his gaze grew dark and heavy. “Why aren’t you looking at me?”

You Que remained unfazed as he pulled Sanya’s hand away, clearly not the type to be subdued. “What does it matter if I don’t look at you?”

Sanya stared at him intensely, a mocking curve curling at the corner of his lips. “If you don’t look, then you’re just rejecting my wounds.”

Fei Wen had a reason for telling You Que to ignore Sanya, that lunatic. Locking him in the room for a few days to calm down would do the trick. The more attention you paid to him, the more forceful he’d become.

You Que lowered his gaze to glare at Sanya. Due to the lighting, his light amber eyes nearly turned dark. He furrowed his brows, unable to avoid thinking that Sanya was being unreasonable. In a low voice, he countered, “Now that I’m looking, do you want to strip and show me?”

It had been Sanya who earlier shouted not to be looked at, yet now he was the one pressing for attention. Female zergs were indeed hard to read.

Hearing this, the already flushed color of Sanya’s body deepened even more. He lay on a mess of silvery-gray hair, his fingertips gripping the edge of the blanket. The fiery air around him suddenly faded, and he bit his lip, asking, “Didn’t you just look?”

You Que casually hummed in acknowledgment. “I looked.”

When Sanya had fallen from the bed, he had seen everything—what he should have seen and what he shouldn’t have.

Sanya hadn’t expected You Que to admit it, and for a moment, he froze. Slowly, he propped himself up, gazing at You Que. His silver eyes shimmered with a watery gleam—beautiful yet dangerous. “You Que, you’ve seen all of me. How am I supposed to find a male lord now?”

You Que seemed unconcerned about the matter. “If you’ve been seen, does that mean you can’t find one anymore?”

Sanya lowered his gaze, his eyelashes casting a dense shadow beneath his eyes. “Mm, can’t find one.”

You Que replied, “Then don’t find one.”

After saying this, he got up from the bed, preparing to leave, as faint footsteps could be heard from outside—most likely Fei Wen and the others. If they were caught, it would be hard to explain.

Seeing this, Sanya quickly grabbed his wrist. “Where are you going?”

You Que paused in his steps. “Going downstairs to work.”

He had come upstairs just to confirm Sanya’s safety, and now that he knew the other zerg was fine, that was enough.

But Sanya didn’t want to let You Que leave. He sat up straight on the bed, gripping You Que’s sleeve tightly, his fingertips curling around it like tendrils. “Can’t you stay?”

This sentence sounded somewhat familiar. When You Que’s mother had run away with another man all those years ago, he had clutched that woman’s sleeve and asked, “Can’t you stay?” Unfortunately, she had left anyway.

But now, the situation was entirely different. He was only going downstairs to work. Why did Sanya look like he was being abandoned by a heartless lover?

You Que, considering that the other zerg was sick, paused for a moment and ultimately returned. He knelt beside the bed on one knee and leaned over to pull the blanket back up over Sanya’s shoulder, softly explaining, “I came up secretly. It would be bad if I were discovered.”

Hearing this, Sanya finally released You Que. As he lowered his gaze, he suddenly noticed the wound on the male zerg’s hand, the one he had bitten earlier. A sense of heaviness filled his chest. Frowning, he asked, “Does the wound still hurt?”

It was obvious that it must hurt—You Que wasn’t dead, after all. But seeing Sanya’s pale, blood-drained face, he still shook his head.

Sanya hesitated for a moment but then brought You Que’s hand to his lips, gently licking away the dried blood. He finally wrapped his tongue around the tip of You Que’s finger, tenderly, before slowly pulling away. “Go to the hospital and get it checked. Don’t leave a scar.”

“It’s not serious.”

You Que didn’t care about the scar. His fingers moved slightly, as if he wanted to do something, but in the end, he only pulled the blanket tighter around Sanya. “I’m going downstairs. There’s a lock on the door—do you want me to unlock it for you?”

Sanya wasn’t concerned about the lock. “Didn’t you sneak in? Lock it up.”

You Que asked, “What about you? Are you just going to stay locked inside?”

Sanya shook his head. “They’ll open the door for me in a little while.”

You Que had no choice but to leave. As he closed the door behind him, he glanced inside one last time, only to see Sanya still kneeling at the edge of the bed, staring at him. That pale face was stunningly beautiful under the light, silver-gray hair cascading messily in front of him, yet an air of decay and death hung around him, as though he had just crawled out of a grave.

The air was still for a moment.

You Que sensed a faint twinge of reluctance in his heart and unconsciously furrowed his brows. He reached out to shut the door, locking it again before finally turning to leave.

The footsteps outside had likely been from the cleaning staff, as Fei Wen and the others hadn’t come out. You Que had originally planned to go downstairs to work, but after a moment of contemplation, he went to Fei Wen’s room and knocked on the door.

Fei Wen was in his room applying a face mask. When he heard the knocking, he had no choice but to get up and go to open the door. His voice sounded a bit impatient. “Who is it?!”

You Que saw a face peeking out from behind the door, covered in a black face mask, unrecognizable. He stepped back without a change in expression. “Boss, I just heard some noise coming from Sanya’s room. Do you want to go check on him?”

“Noise?”

Fei Wen thought to himself that Sanya might have had another psychic power breakdown. He quickly tore off the mask and walked out of the room, heading briskly toward Sanya’s bedroom, muttering to himself, “It shouldn’t be. I just gave him a sedative yesterday.”

You Que followed behind, discreetly attaching the stolen key to his waist. “Boss, I still have some things to do, so I’ll head downstairs to work.”

Fei Wen, eager to check on Sanya, waved his hand without turning around. “Go ahead, go ahead.”

Only then did You Que turn and leave.

Because there was a male zerg at the Kulture Bar, business had always been booming, but there was a lull during weekdays, and today’s customers weren’t many.

After You Que went downstairs, with nothing to do, he started organizing the bartending tools. However, to his surprise, Gu Yigu and John suddenly ran into the bar to find him, their expressions unusually urgent. “You Que, it’s bad. Come with me to the police station right now!”

You Que paused at the sound of this. “To the police station? What for?”

Gu Yigu, flustered, stomped his foot and leaned close to whisper something into his ear. You Que’s face immediately changed. He opened the cabinet, stepped out from behind the bar, and said to the cleaning staff nearby, “I’ve got to step out for a moment. Could you let the boss know I’m taking a leave?”

Without waiting for the cleaning staff’s stunned response, You Que hurriedly followed Gu Yigu and John out of the bar. They flagged down a car and rushed straight to the police station.

The police station closed at five, and Gu Yigu’s uncle, Richard, had been pacing around outside for a long time but hadn’t gone home. From time to time, he glanced at the terminal on his wrist, his expression somewhat anxious. It wasn’t until he saw You Que and the others arriving in the car that his brows relaxed. He quickly walked over and said, “Why did it take you so long to get here? That old male zerg has been insisting on finding his grandson. It took me forever to calm him down.”

Gu Yigu anxiously asked, “Uncle, the file on that male zerg named Eugene says his parents and relatives are all deceased. How is it that suddenly a relative shows up wanting to find him?”

Richard led them to a secluded corner, lowered his voice, and explained, “I happened to be on duty today. An old male zerg suddenly came to the station, reporting that his grandson was supposed to come visit, but after waiting for several months without any news, he asked us to help look for him.”

Richard pulled out a piece of paper, and on it was a photo of a male zerg with brown hair and brown eyes. He looked rather young, his features chubby and not fully developed. “When he came in, he brought a photo of this male zerg and his identification information. It looked a bit familiar to me, so I checked and found out it was the fake ID You Que used. That’s why I quickly called you all over to figure out what to do.”

You Que clearly hadn’t expected that just borrowing an ID would cause such a commotion. He furrowed his brows and said, “But his grandson already passed away in an accident. He was buried in the outskirts during the last interstellar pirate attack.”

Richard sighed. “But when you used his ID to rent a place, the star network database flagged it immediately. If I just tell that old male zerg that Eugene is dead, he definitely won’t believe it.”

Gu Yigu was stunned. “What should we do then?”

Richard rubbed his face, also feeling that it was a tricky situation. “That old male zerg seems to have some mental issues. After his monarch died on the battlefield, he’s been living in a welfare home. If things get really difficult, let You Que pretend to be Eugene and take him back to stay for a few days. Once he’s calmed down, we’ll send him back to the welfare home.”

John stammered, “Wha… what if he recognizes him?”

Richard glanced at the photo in his hand. “That old male zerg is a distant relative of Eugene and has hardly ever seen him. The male zerg in this photo looks like he’s at most in his teens, his face hasn’t even fully developed. A little deception should be fine. You all need to hurry and take him while I’m on duty. If any other officers come to take over, they’ll definitely find out about You Que.”

You Que had been silent the entire time, but finally spoke up, “Where is the male zerg? I’ll meet him.”

Richard replied, “He’s sitting in my office. Come with me.”

After saying this, he led You Que and the others to the office. When they pushed open the door, they saw an old male zerg with graying hair sitting on the couch. His beard was neatly groomed, and his expression appeared somewhat stern and stubborn.

In Salaranfa, male zergs could marry a monarch and have many consorts. If they had many offspring, each one would likely be related by blood in some way. The old male zerg in front of them was Eugene’s grandfather, but considering they hadn’t seen each other in many years, he was likely a distant relative.

You Que thought to himself that he should have just lived as an undocumented citizen from the beginning. Now, out of nowhere, he had to face the fact that he had gained a grandfather. He had always been indifferent to family, so he stood silently by the door, not saying a word. However, the old male zerg sitting on the couch noticed him and, slightly surprised, stood up. “Eugene? Is that you?”

Among all the male zergs present, only You Que had brown hair and brown eyes. The old male zerg clearly misunderstood something. He quickly walked up to You Que, incredulously touched his face, then patted his shoulder, his voice tinged with excitement. “It’s been over a decade since I last saw you! You’ve grown so tall and handsome. I heard there were interstellar pirates outside the town, and I was worried you might be in danger. Since you’re in town, why didn’t you come find me?”

Officer Richard coughed lightly from the side and said, “Lord Mackey, this is your grandson Eugene. Please have a look and confirm if everything is correct. If everything checks out, you can take him home early.”

Before You Que could speak, Mackey waved his hands repeatedly. “No problem, no problem. This male zerg is so handsome, and his eyes are brown. It’s clear that he’s my grandson. Officer, thank you for your help today.”

Officer Richard could only laugh awkwardly and, at the same time, gave You Que a subtle glance. “You’re too kind. Lord Eugene, it’s getting late. You should hurry and take Lord Mackey home.”

You Que had no choice but to thank them. “Thank you for your trouble.”

You Que, under the sympathetic gaze of Gu Yigu and John, helped the old male zerg out of the police station. He felt somewhat strange about this “relative” that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Frowning, he asked, “Grandfather, where are you staying now? Should I call a car to take you back?”

Mackey, seeing that You Que was supporting him, waved his hand to push him away. “Hey, I’m not so old that I can’t even walk. No need for you to help me. Wherever you’re staying, that’s where I’ll stay. I don’t want to be at that welfare home, it’s boring.”

You Que’s heart skipped a beat when he heard this. This old man wasn’t planning to live with him forever, was he? “Isn’t the welfare home nice?”

Mackey replied, “It’s fine, but nowhere is as comfortable as being with your own relative. By the way, where are you living now?”

You Que knew that today was going to be anything but peaceful. He sighed and hailed a car on the side of the road, planning to take the old man to his place for the night.

As people get older, they tend to talk more, and this was no different for zergs. Mackey, sitting in the back seat of the car, clearly couldn’t believe that his distant grandson, whom he had barely met, had grown up to be so handsome. He kept staring at You Que’s face, occasionally commenting, “Hmm, quite handsome.”

Then he pinched You Que’s shoulder, nodding in satisfaction. “Hmm, quite strong. Have you married a female monarch yet?”

You Que subtly shifted away, thinking to himself that this male zerg was acting like an old pervert. “No.”

Mackey immediately smiled with squinted eyes. “It’s better that you haven’t married yet. You’re so handsome, you should take your time. Don’t marry someone without a house, don’t marry someone without savings, and definitely don’t marry someone without an aircraft. Then you can marry a few more female consorts and have more offspring. The family will prosper.”

You Que, feeling disinterested, replied, “I’ll think about it later.”

Mackey couldn’t help but notice how much You Que had changed since he was younger and looked at him a few more times. His gaze shifted downward, and suddenly he noticed a bite mark on You Que’s hand. Surprised, he asked, “Hmm? How did you get a bite mark on your hand?”

Without changing his expression, You Que quickly pulled his hand away. “A dog bit me.”

 

 

 

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