The assistant saw that Lu Yixue wasn’t responding for a long time and thought she found the Bite Stopper humiliating, so she suggested cuffing Pei Shijin instead.
In any case, she needed to be restrained.
An Alpha in susceptible period wasn’t like a person at all—she was more like a wild beast.
Lu Yixue snapped out of her sorrow. “Bring both the Bite Stopper and the handcuffs.”
The assistant blinked. So the Eldest Young Lady thought a single Bite Stopper wasn’t enough. “Got it, right away.”
She hauled the plane’s toolbox over to the bedroom.
In the ABO world, due to the unpredictability of Alphas and Omegas during their special periods, these kinds of tools were as essential as firefighting or escape equipment.
Lu Yixue squatted down and rummaged through the toolbox on the floor. It was packed with items, all in plain, utilitarian designs. She picked out two models suitable for Pei Shijin.
The black Bite Stopper covered the mouth and nose like a mask, but it was made entirely of metal, cold and unyielding.
The mouth and nose area consisted of hollow vertical metal bars, like prison bars, making it easy to feed the wearer.
The outside gleamed with icy metal, while the inside, against the skin, had soft leather padding.
Lu Yixue held it up to her own face. It wasn’t heavy, but the psychological weight of it felt suffocating.
Alphas seemed like the pinnacle of human evolution—intelligent, strong, robust, like perfect all-rounders. But the susceptible period stripped away their humanity entirely. No matter how powerful the beast, in front of humans, it could only be fitted with restraints.
Lu Yixue went to the bedside and lifted Pei Shijin’s unconscious upper body. With a click, the metal buckles of the Bite Stopper’s straps met behind Pei Shijin’s head, securing it firmly to her face.
The black metal contrasted sharply with her pale skin, the rough hardness clashing with delicate beauty. Lu Yixue touched the edge of the bite guard, and a strange thought crossed her mind.
It actually suited her.
Lu Yixue laid her back on the bed. The assistant handed over the handcuffs. She felt the cool metal and lifted Pei Shijin’s wrist.
The plane didn’t land until Pei Shijin remained unconscious.
At the airport, the ambulance, Dr. Mo, and Dr. Feng had been waiting for a while. As soon as Pei Shijin was brought out, she was transferred into the ambulance.
Dr. Feng froze at the sight of the Bite Stopper and handcuffs. Lu Yixue followed her into the ambulance. “She woke up midway and lost control. We gave her a sedative.”
Remembering Pei Shijin’s description of susceptible period symptoms—heightened aggression and rampant sexual desire—Dr. Feng immediately checked Lu Yixue over and spotted her swollen, bruised wrist. “Your hand…”
“It’s fine. We’ll have another doctor treat it at the hospital.” Lu Yixue was used to the pain on her body by now.
Dr. Feng hesitated but ultimately said nothing.
Dr. Mo frowned as soon as she saw Pei Shijin’s gland—it was in even worse shape than during the last checkup.
Looking at the previous report: high fever without sweat but severe dehydration, massive pheromone release.
Yet Pei Shijin’s gland was already somewhat depleted; it couldn’t produce that much pheromone. This meant it wasn’t just pheromones—it had forcibly conscripted her bodily fluids, releasing them alongside.
And the massive pheromone release was to hunt for “prey.”
Dr. Mo immediately formed a plan: they had to get her safely through the susceptible period before treating the gland.
The best way to survive a susceptible period was to satisfy the Alpha.
Dr. Mo glanced at Lu Yixue. The pampered Eldest Young Lady looked disheveled now, nothing like the impeccably refined Omega in her memory.
Pale face, anxious expression, messy hair, clothes full of wrinkles.
She’d heard the Eldest Young Lady had deep psychological trauma from Alphas. Could she cooperate with Pei Shijin through this? Or was she even willing?
Would the Lu Family allow it?
Dr. Mo stayed silent in the car. They could discuss it after the hospital checks.
Lu Lingjiang waited in the hospital. She showed no reaction to Lu Yixue’s disheveled state, her gaze not lingering even a second on the swollen, bruised wrist.
Only when she saw the gland wrapped in gauze did Lu Lingjiang furrow her brow. As an Alpha herself, she knew how recklessly an Alpha in susceptible period went for the bite.
“Go get treated by a doctor,” Lu Lingjiang said.
“Wait until Pei Shijin wakes up…” Lu Yixue refused instinctively.
“Go.” Lu Lingjiang’s tone brooked no argument.
Lu Yixue looked up at her, lips pressed thin, then finally lowered her head. “Okay.”
As Lu Yixue had guessed, her wrist had a minor fracture. The doctor applied medicine, fitted a fixator, and told her to rest.
As for the gland, though delicate, it had incredible regenerative power. The medicine was top-notch; no need for further fussing.
When Lu Yixue went to find Pei Shijin, she was already settled in a hospital bed.
IV needles were inserted into the backs of both hands, medicine dripping steadily into her veins.
Monitors were attached to her gland, heart, and temples. Dr. Mo sat before a screen, watching the fluctuating lines.
The Bite Stopper was still on her face. The handcuffs had been removed, but replaced with stricter fixators—iron rings on each limb pinning her firmly to the bed.
Lu Lingjiang sat on the sofa in the room, eyes closed, rubbing the handle in her hand.
Seeing her here felt odd to Lu Yixue. “Why haven’t you gone back yet?”
Lu Lingjiang didn’t lift her eyelids or pause her motion. “Not at ease.”
Not at ease about what? Lu Yixue furrowed her brow deeply. She disliked Gao Ye’an’s taciturn silence and Lu Lingjiang’s cryptic way of speaking just as much.
She took a deep breath and approached Dr. Mo. “How is she?”
“Regulating her internal balance. She should wake once the IV finishes. But her waking is just the beginning.”
“She has all the malignant susceptible period symptoms, especially the urges to mark and mate. If her gland were normal, she could tough it out. But not now—we have to satisfy her.”
Dr. Mo’s words hit like thunder over the sea, stirring up waves.
She watched Lu Yixue, but mostly observed Lu Lingjiang.
In the current Lu Family, Lu Lingjiang still called the shots.
“Satisfy her? What do I need to do? Let her mark me? Fine.” Lu Yixue fired off questions, answering her own last one.
Dr. Mo was stunned by her rapid speech, taking ten seconds to process. “I need to explain the risks first. She…”
Lu Yixue lifted her wrist to show. “I already know.”
Dr. Mo fell silent and looked to Lu Lingjiang.
Lu Lingjiang finally opened her eyes. “I’ll arrange people to assist you both.”
Lu Yixue: ?
Have others watch while Pei Shijin marked her?
“No need.” Lu Yixue refused firmly.
“You do.” Lu Lingjiang stood. Even from a distance, her 1.8-meter height exuded pressure.
Before Lu Yixue could respond, she strode out.
Lu Yixue’s mouth opened and closed several times, but no words came. She really hated Lu Lingjiang’s authoritarian ways.
Dawn was breaking; Lu Yixue yawned.
Dr. Feng brought another bed for her to sleep on. “Rest first. Little Pei won’t wake for a while.”
“There are many things to note for safely getting Little Pei through her susceptible period. We’ll discuss in detail when you wake.”
Lu Yixue murmured agreement. Her mind wasn’t clear right now.
She lay down, and the moment her head hit the pillow, she sprang back up.
She messaged Guan Yueying about the situation and had someone investigate why Pei Shijin had gone to Pearl City. If it was work or school, they should handle it for her.
Only then did Lu Yixue lie down again.
The night had been a rollercoaster—emotions, energy, and stamina utterly drained. She fell asleep instantly.
When she woke, Lu Yixue heard creaking sounds that set her teeth on edge.
Propping herself up with her good left hand, she looked toward the source: Pei Shijin struggling. She strained every part of her body to break free but couldn’t budge the iron rings.
The IV needle in the back of her left hand had shifted from the movement, even flashing back blood.
Lu Yixue jumped off the bed and hit the nurse call button.
She pinned Pei Shijin’s left hand herself, immobilizing it.
Pei Shijin’s eyes were still bloodshot, fierce like a starving wolf’s. Her throat growled “grrr… grrr…,” unable to form words.
She was utterly beast-like.
Lu Yixue couldn’t pinpoint her feelings—complex, with heartache dominating.
Dr. Feng rushed in with nurses. “Sorry, we were training President Lu’s people. Thought Little Pei wouldn’t wake for a while, so we didn’t leave anyone.”
“Mm. Get someone to modify the bed—fix the five fingers and hand back during IVs.” Rather than blame, Lu Yixue sought solutions.
“Right away.” Dr. Feng checked the IV—half an hour left.
“Pei Shijin is so agitated like this—how do we handle it? Can’t keep sedating her.” Lu Yixue asked. The sounds Pei Shijin made made her chest feel crushed by a mountain.
Dr. Feng hesitated, glancing at Lu Yixue.
Lu Yixue remembered her pre-sleep words. “Didn’t you say detailed discussion? Let’s do it.”
She went to the sofa, pulled out her tablet from her bag to take notes.
“Ahem,” Dr. Feng said softly. “Little Pei’s susceptible period malignant symptoms include not just marking an Omega, but strong sexual… impulses.”
Question marks popped into Lu Yixue’s eyes. “Sexual impulses? Susceptible period turns the sexually indifferent into someone else?”
Four years, and Pei Shijin had never sought intimacy with her. If not for knowing she had no one else, Lu Yixue would’ve suspected frigidity.
Dr. Feng was dumbfounded. Sexually indifferent?
“Uh… that’s what Little Pei said herself. I don’t know details—you can observe later. For the temporary mark, go slow. Little Pei lacks pheromone support for prolonged marking. When the concentration fades, leave immediately. If she won’t release, press the red button by the bed—it sprays sedative at her.”
“Got it.” Lu Yixue nodded. “Anything else I need to do?”
“Protect yourself.” Dr. Feng paused, staring at Lu Yixue’s wrist.
“She’s fixed to the bed—can’t do much.” Lu Yixue had no intention of freeing Pei Shijin, whether for marking or sex; she’d take the lead.
“Ahem, don’t underestimate a susceptible Alpha. Even if Little Pei seems lucid, don’t trust her words. That’s the gist. President Lu’s people will guard the door—press the green button if needed.”
Lu Yixue: …
Pei Shijin, when you’re clear-headed, your thank-you gift better satisfy me.
Once the IV finished and everyone left, Lu Yixue followed Dr. Feng to the door.
Dr. Feng turned suddenly. “The room’s soundproofed well. As long as you don’t press the green button, the door stays shut, and no one outside hears.”
Lu Yixue’s forehead vein twitched. “Got it.”
Curtains drawn, main lights off, only a dim small lamp left, making the room feel like deep night.
Lu Yixue took a deep breath and sat beside Pei Shijin. She raised the bed to seventy degrees, propping her up.
They were mere thirty centimeters apart; Lu Yixue felt the scorching breath washing over her.
“Awoo—”
Suddenly, Pei Shijin’s head lunged, mouth agape. Lu Yixue recoiled instinctively.
Her shoulders, back, and neck strained, veins bulging on her neck—she wanted to sink teeth into the fragrant, soft little cake.
The Bite Stopper’s bars glinted with her sharp canines. Lu Yixue’s body flashed back to the pain of her nape being bitten, warning her to stay away from the danger.
Lu Yixue swallowed hard. She felt nervous, scared, and repulsed—no normal person could stay calm when voluntarily offering themselves up to a wolf’s jaws.
But she still used her left hand to undo the Bite Stopper, because the person before her was Pei Shijin.
Then, she peeled back her gauze, cleaned the area thoroughly, and placed her left hand over the red button, fully prepared.
When she was bitten viciously, it was no longer just simple pain this time. As the pheromones injected into her, Lu Yixue’s entire body curled up tight. A nauseating revulsion, like maggots clinging to her bones, overwhelmed her brain, leaving her mind completely blank.
Get used to it, just get used to it, Lu Yixue thought as she bit through her own lip. The taste of blood snapped her back to her senses, and she carefully gauged the volume of pheromones.
Outside the ward, Gao Ye’an arrived, panting heavily.
Just recalling those photos she’d seen made her scalp tingle. Her refined and noble little princess had been left in such a wretched state because of Pei Shijin.
And now, she was sacrificing herself to help Pei Shijin through that damned susceptible period—enduring not only physical pain but also psychological traumas that no therapist could heal—just to ease Pei Shijin’s suffering a little.
Gao Ye’an was naturally grateful to Pei Shijin; after all, she had sacrificed so much for her A-Xue.
But now that her daughter’s genetic illness was cured, and Pei Shijin required her A-Xue to devote herself in turn, Gao Ye’an’s heart felt like it was being sliced by a knife. She simply couldn’t accept it.
“Dr. Feng, tell me—can Xiao Pei’s susceptible period be treated?” Gao Ye’an stared intently at Dr. Feng.
Dr. Feng took half a step back under the scrutiny, trying to parse the question so she could give a thorough answer.
“Uh, Madam, Xiao Pei’s gland can definitely be cured—my senior sister is an expert in that field. But as for the severe symptoms of the susceptible period, our current medical technology isn’t advanced enough to intervene.”
“Good. Do everything you can to treat her—no need to worry about costs. Just speak up if you need anything. You must cure her.” Gao Ye’an lowered her head, her eyelids half-closed, concealing the dark emotions swirling in her eyes.
Xiao Pei, since you chose to leave back then, this must be what you wanted, right?
