SDS: Chapter 27
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A flicker of surprise passed through Chu Heting’s eyes as he stood in the private box.
He had caught Qin Chengyu’s Alpha scent earlier—an equal, evenly matched presence.
It was the first time he had encountered something like this.
So that’s how it is.
Now he understood why Qin Zhuo had abruptly appointed Qin Chengyu as the Qin family’s new heir.
A premonition settled in his chest:
Qin Chengyu would be an opponent he couldn’t afford to underestimate.
I was relieved when Qin Zhuo, in his shortsightedness, chose that fool Qin Chenglu. Yet in the end, Qin Chengyu emerged victorious.
Chu Heting snapped out of his thoughts and pulled out his phone, sending a quick message.
Qin Chengyu had only guessed half the truth. Beyond family politics, Chu Heting had another reason for opposing the Qin-Nian marriage—his foolish younger brother.
"Chu Hejun, if you don’t return now, Nian Jinsui will walk right into the Qin family’s arms."
With the warning sent, Chu Heting exhaled. The lingering aphrodisiac scent had left him distracted. It was time to find his darling.
Nian Jinsui stirred awake, a dull ache throbbing at the base of his neck. Memories flooded back—
He had been speaking with Chu Heting when someone struck him from behind, plunging him into darkness.
"A cheap ambush… Whoever did this won’t get away with it."
Gritting his teeth, he pushed himself upright—only to freeze. This wasn’t his room. The lavish furnishings rivaled the Nian family’s estate, but that wasn’t what concerned him most.
The mission. Had he completed it?
"Xiliu, did I succeed? It wasn’t Chu Heting who knocked me out, but the task only said ‘until I’m unconscious’—it never specified who."
[Host, rest assured. System evaluation confirms excellent performance—score: 90. Congratulations on mission completion!]
Nian Jinsui smirked, pleased at exploiting a loophole—never considering the system might have planned this all along.
Then, a wave of heat coursed through him. Right—he was still in estrus! The dose had been light, but he needed suppressants, fast.
He scrambled off the bed, spotting slippers by the footboard—identical to his own at home. A coincidence? No time to dwell. He slipped them on and hurried out.
An open door beckoned. Nian Jinsui stepped through, scanning the unfamiliar halls.
"Where am I…?" Given Chu Heting’s presence before blacking out—"The Chu family’s estate?"
"Do you truly wish to go to the Chu family?"
A voice—deep, familiar—sent a jolt down his spine. Before he could react, Qin Chengyu materialized before him.
"Jinsui. Long time no see."
Only a month had passed, yet it felt longer. Nian Jinsui had assumed their next meeting would be at their wedding—not like this, unprepared, the awkwardness of their last parting still lingering.
"Yes… we meet again." His voice was soft, gaze drifting.
Qin Chengyu had changed. The once-calm, indifferent eyes now burned with sharp intensity, his every movement exuding authority. No longer the overlooked second son—he carried himself like the Qin family’s rightful heir.
"Do you like it here?" Qin Chengyu’s lips curved, though the smile didn’t reach his eyes. "You’ll be living here from now on."
Nian Jinsui stiffened at the mention of marriage, feigning interest in the decor. "It’s nice. So this is the Qin family’s— Wait." His head snapped up. "You’re the one who knocked me out? Why?"
In the novel, Chu Heting had been the one to strike him. Yet here, Qin Chengyu had taken the role—without an ounce of remorse.
"I had my reasons." Qin Chengyu closed the distance between them, voice lowering. "Think back, Jinsui. Did you truly believe your words wouldn’t hurt me? If I’d listened any longer, I can’t say what I might’ve done."
Nian Jinsui faltered. What had he said?
Then it hit him—his declaration that he’d break off the engagement if Chu Heting accepted him.
Had Qin Chengyu heard that?
"You placate me with promises of marriage, then turn around and offer yourself to Chu Heting. Tell me, Jinsui—am I just a plaything to you, to be picked up and discarded at will?"
Another step closer. Nian Jinsui’s breath hitched at the proximity, his lashes fluttering.
"N-No, that’s not…" His protest was weak, gaze darting away.
Qin Chengyu chuckled darkly, disbelief hanging heavy between them.
Silence stretched. Nian Jinsui’s throat burned, his skin prickling with heat. Qin Chengyu’s scent—richer, more intoxicating than before—wrapped around him, urging him closer.
No. If this continued, he’d lose control.
Swallowing hard, he forced out the plea:
"Chengyu… do you have any suppressants? I’m in estrus—I can’t… I can’t think straight."
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