TYMRHBDES Chapter 75

His voice was soft, but the restroom was empty and eerily quiet.

So when he spoke, his words echoed clearly through the empty space, audible to all three of them.

Jiang Luoluo froze for a second, then quickly lowered his head, trying to stifle his laughter so hard his shoulders shook.

Huo Zedong also paused.

He was thirteen or fourteen years older than his precious baby, just past thirty, but he was still handsome and didn’t look his age. Years of exercise had kept him in good shape, and no one had ever called him old to his face before.

This was the first time someone had mistaken him for his little Omega’s uncle!

Huo Zedong’s face darkened instantly. His sharp eyebrows furrowed as he glared at the clueless brat, his voice a low growl:

“What did you say?”

“I’m sorry, Uncle Huo—”

The boy holding the skateboard immediately realized his mistake and quickly apologized.

“I mistook you for this classmate’s uncle. You look so young for your age, and you two don’t even look related. I honestly didn’t think that way…”

The more Huo Zedong listened, the more wrong the boy’s words sounded.

The boy continued, “Like father, like son. This classmate is so beautiful, it’s only natural that you look young too…”

Huo Zedong clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking under the pressure. It had been a long time since he’d felt this urge to punch someone.

His thin lips pressed together, the peaks of his lips radiating an icy detachment. His gaze was cold and sharp as he stared at the man still trying to ingratiate himself.

His little Omega had been laughing for a while. Now, biting his lip, he turned and hurried to the door, wrapping his arms around Huo Zedong’s arm and tilting his head obediently.

“Let’s go, Husband~”

Huo Zedong’s expression softened slightly.

This time, it was the skateboard-toting boy who was stunned.

The stunningly beautiful little Omega smiled at him before linking arms with the man and leaving.

They walked through the restaurant, where soft music filled the air and warm light spilled across the floor, casting their shadows on the ground.

The little Omega swung Huo Zedong’s arm playfully.

He must have been thinking about the conversation with the skateboarder, because he suddenly burst into laughter, his shoulders shaking.

Huo Zedong’s expression grew more complex.

Once they were in the car, the little Omega leaned forward, resting his head on Huo Zedong’s lap. “Husband~”

Huo Zedong glanced at him before suddenly lifting him and settling him on his lap.

“Do I look old?”

The little Omega shook his head seriously. “No, you don’t!”

Huo Zedong stared into the little Omega’s eyes, searching for his reflection in their depths.

Sharp, angular features, a noble aura of aloofness.

*Is this what it means to be old?*

*Isn’t this normal for a 30-year-old man?*

*To be called old at 30… this world is too cruel!*

Jiang Luoluo was amused by the changing expressions on Huo Zedong’s face. He wrapped his arms around the man’s neck, tilted his head, and cooed, “Uncle Huo~ Why aren’t you talking~?”

Huo Zedong’s expression darkened slightly as the hand around the slender waist slowly tightened.

The little omega, oblivious to the danger, continued to provoke him. “Uncle Huo~ Why are you ignoring me~?”

Huo Zedong simply raised his eyelids to look at him, a burning light dancing in his eyes, a smile playing on his lips.

The little omega, delighted, hugged his neck and laughed, softly calling him “Uncle Huo~” between giggles.

But after only a few laughs, he couldn’t laugh anymore.

Panic seized the little omega as he scrambled to escape Huo Zedong’s embrace.

Unfortunately, the large hand clamped around his waist was like an iron hoop, impossible to break free from.

The little omega immediately surrendered, leaning against the man’s shoulder and obediently calling out, “Husband…”

He didn’t understand. Earlier, when someone had called him “Uncle” while addressing Huo Zedong as “Husband,” he had been furious, his face turning black with rage.

Why wasn’t he angry now that he was the one calling him “Husband”?

Huo Zedong pinched his chin, his fingers brushing across his lips as he spoke in a low voice.

“Baby, why aren’t you calling out anymore?”

The small hand resting on his shoulder twitched a few times, and the little Omega shifted uncomfortably away.

The Omega’s eyes, still wet, met Huo Zedong’s gaze, and he asked softly, his voice sweet and sticky with confusion, “Didn’t you say you hate it when people call you Uncle?”

Huo Zedong chuckled softly, as if amused by his innocence.

“Baby, is it the same when you call me Uncle as when others do?”

He pressed the back of the Omega’s neck, pulling him closer, and whispered something in his ear.

The Omega’s face flushed instantly, the redness spreading from his cheeks to his ears.

The man’s breath lingered on his face for a moment before he lowered his head and kissed his lips.

With a trail of dust swirling in its wake, the black Maybach came to a smooth stop in the villa’s courtyard.

The occasional chirp of cicadas broke the stillness.

The night was silent, a bright moon hanging in the sky, with a few scattered stars dotting the vast expanse.

Moonlight bathed the car’s surface, and the scent of freesia wafted out through the open door.

First, a handmade, dark brown leather shoe touched the ground, followed by a pair of legs that could rival a supermodel’s.

Huo Zedong stepped out of the car, cradling a small Omega wrapped in his suit jacket. He walked along the gravel path.

The Omega, held horizontally in his arms, blushed crimson. His small face peeked out from the jacket, observing Huo Zedong’s expression with a puzzled look.

Huo Zedong had been acting strangely lately.

He was only thirty years old—hardly old enough to be feeling his age.

And the Omega could sense that Huo Zedong’s heart was far from still.

Was he worried about the Omega’s stomachache?

Had his repeated complaints of stomach pain left a lasting impression?

Was he feeling sorry for his Omega?

But he had been feeling much better recently. His stomach hadn’t hurt in days.

Did he need to make his intentions even more obvious?

The little Omega blinked, thinking of the clothes in the walk-in closet. An idea sparked in his mind.

Huo Zedong, having placed him on the bedroom sofa, kissed his forehead. His voice was still hoarse. “Baby, play by yourself for a while, okay? Husband’s going to take a shower first.”

Jiang Luoluo nodded obediently.

It was perfect timing; he had his own matters to attend to.

As Huo Zedong closed the bathroom door, Jiang Luoluo got up from the sofa and tiptoed to the walk-in closet.

He opened the wardrobe and found the clothes he had stashed at the very back.

Slender, white fingers tore open the packaging, picking through the items one by one.

In the end, he chose the most conservative-looking JK uniform.

A white shirt paired with a plaid tie, topped with a camel-colored double-breasted short jacket. The buttons and badges were all antique bronze, with a subtly cinched waist for a refined silhouette.

The white shirt’s hem was tucked into a plain black JK skirt. The jacket’s shortness accentuated his slender waist.

His fair legs were encased in black stockings, and he stood on tiptoe, his slender calves strikingly visible.

He had put on the black princess-cut wig again, and the mirror reflected a delicate, fragile face—snow-white skin, crimson lips, and eyes that shifted with a gentle, innocent gaze.

Jiang Luoluo emerged from the dressing room, listening to the sound of running water in the bathroom, and sat on the edge of the bed.

He reached out and turned off the bedroom’s overhead light.

The person in the bathroom heard his movement, and a familiar male voice called out, “What’s wrong, baby?”

Jiang Luoluo replied softly, “Nothing, the light was a bit too bright.”

It wasn’t the light that bothered him.

He was simply embarrassed.

The bedside lamp wasn’t on, so perhaps Huo Zedong wouldn’t notice his slightly flushed cheeks later.

Inside the bathroom, steam billowed.

Huo Zedong brushed back his hair, revealing a smooth, full forehead.

The little omega outside was quiet, probably waiting for him to come out.

After rinsing off the soap, Huo Zedong wrapped himself in a towel and pushed open the bathroom door.

The bathroom light was too bright, while the bedroom light was too dim. Huo Zedong hadn’t adjusted yet, and his vision blurred for half a second.

He paused for a moment, instinctively reaching for his treasure.

Under the warm, yellow glow of the bedside lamp sat a young woman.

Huo Zedong frowned, about to scold her to leave, when the “young woman” raised her head and called out softly, “Husband…”

Huo Zedong’s foot, already halfway forward, froze. He studied the person sitting on the edge of the bed.

The “young woman” looked up at him, her eyes sparkling.

Her bangs, cut just between her eyebrows and eyes, made her almond-shaped eyes appear even rounder and brighter. Her lips were as delicate as rose petals, slightly parted.

His treasure was wearing a uniform, which made his already small face look even more innocent. The top button of his shirt was undone, revealing a sliver of skin.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his legs pressed together, like a mermaid sculpture newly transformed into human form.

A mixture of purity and seduction.

Beautiful yet fragile.

Stunningly beautiful, yet so delicate that he seemed incapable of protecting himself.

Huo Zedong’s Adam’s apple bobbed twice. “Baby?”

The “girl” seemed too shy to meet his gaze, eyes darting away.

Huo Zedong found himself moving forward involuntarily. With each step, he could hear his heart pounding faster and faster.

Countless thoughts surged through his mind, urging him to abandon all reason.

Yet reason fought back, warning him not to act rashly.

He was carrying their child.

His body was still weak.

He needed to take care of him.

The scent of freesia in the air grew richer, the familiar sweet fragrance beginning to emerge again.

A tall figure loomed before him, the alpha’s intensely aggressive pheromones spreading through the air.

The little omega’s cheeks flushed crimson as he tilted his head up. “Husband~”

Huo Zedong grunted in response.

No one saw the fists clenched so tightly in his effort to restrain himself, the veins on his knuckles standing out sharply.

The little omega slowly blinked, long, curled lashes fluttering like butterfly wings.

In a soft, pleading tone, he whispered, “Husband, does Baby look pretty?”

Huo Zedong stared intently at the person before him, his obsidian eyes gleaming with a dark, hidden light.

His voice was hoarse. “Beautiful.”

So beautiful it was almost unbearable.

But the little omega didn’t understand. He was even worried that his husband seemed so indifferent.

Perhaps Huo Zedong didn’t like how he was dressed.

Wearing this outfit, he felt a little like retreating.

But since he’d already gone this far…

Biting his lip, the little omega mustered his courage and called out softly, “Husband~”

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💬 “Huo Zedong: ‘Do I look old?’
Skater boy: ‘Uncle, pls.’
Me, the translator: ‘Do I look broke?’ Yes. Yes, I do. Drop a Ko-fi so I can afford my own emotionally unstable Alpha.”