“An Kai, it's too painful, but I don't want it to stop.” Murong Wuque muttered, pale faced, his lips going white. Alvin was terrified to say the least. What was this? He only wanted to get fucked, not become another person’s appendage. He felt it again. Dissolution of self. He no longer knew where Murong Wuque stopped and he began. The light fused into their bodies, and Murong Wuque collapsed against him, sweat soaking their thick bedsheets. Murong Wuque seemed to have it way worse than Alvin. When he looked at Alvin now, his eyes are filled with longing, like a pet wanting to rub against its master. Alvin gasped. “Wuque, is it over?” Murong Wuque shook his head. “If it's really that, the seal will only be completed after the third knotting.” “I don't want it. I can't survive it.” Murong Wuque’s eyes clouded with hurt, and he leaned up on his elbow. “Why? You don't want me? Were you planning to leave me after taking what you wanted?” Alvin looked at him, eyes wide with

It took nearly four hours of constant work for Alvin and Murong Wuque to transform the child’s genes. They had gotten down to work immediately after breakfast. Even little Aurelio looked very exhausted like he just wanted to curl up and cry. They were currently in an underground lab in Murong Wuque's safe house, covered with multiple defense layers to ensure maximum concentration and protection during the process. Murong Wuque looked a bit tired. In just two days, he had rewritten heaven's will and defied fate twice. Bringing a dead Alvin back to life and altering a newborn baby's DNA constitution. Any of them was enough to attract the wrath of the heavens, but he was surprisingly still holding on. Giant tomes were laid out on tables, listing complex steps to merge bloodlines, adverse effects and how to minimize them. Alvin was hard at work at the testing machine. While the child lay on the table, almost sleeping off, Murong Wuque was almost falling off, lightly gripping the ta

Murong Wuque stared quietly at him, but his silence was more deafening than his rage. Qin Li hurried forward, and held Murong Wuque by the arm. “First brother, please calm down. There should be better ways to handle this.” Murong Wuque shot him a glare and he flinched. “If I wasn't being gentle he wouldn't be breathing here, whole, and glaring unrepentantly at me. At the very least, a few drops of blood should have been visible on his body.” “It wasn't me. I didn't do it.” Oliver insisted, his gaze unwavering. Qin Li quickly stepped forward with an awkward smile. “First brother, how about I handle the questioning? A few minutes perhaps.” Murong Wuque's face remained blank, everyone's eyes were fixed on him. Elena turned to Qin Li, her eyes pleading. Better him than Murong Wuque. If he does the questioning, Oliver would die and resurrect a good number of times before being freed. A torture worse than death. “You say it wasn't you, what about all the proof here?” Oliver turne

“I'm his sister. His sister, okay? He told me he will take care of me forever.” Leah whined, a hint of anger showing on her face. “Not anymore. I will make sure he won't take care of anyone from now on. The harder you work in your already established company, the better for you.” Murong Wuque intoned, his pitch icy and scathing. Shi Wei looked at Murong Wuque from the dining table, then picked a chicken drumstick. “Is Alvin still alive? Legally, she's his closest relative.” “Not anymore.” Murong Wuque smiled broadly, his eyes lighting up. A rare sight. “Alvin's son is coming home. And when he does, I want to make sure that this place would be safe for him. I don't want any delusional person hanging around the child's inheritance.” Leah's face twisted into a mask of fury, disbelief and suspicion. Then despair. “My brother has a son? How come we've never heard of him?” “He's just a few weeks old. Alvin was going to retrieve him from the surrogate and bring him home before the lit

Alvin who was sleeping, or rather half sleeping felt something strong and hard poking against his backside. His heart jumped, warmth snaking beneath his skin. Murong Wuque felt the shift in Alvin's emotions. He had woken up. His palm roved tentatively along his waist, and he began to fiddle with the sash of Alvin's robe. Alvin’s palm clamped down on his, stopping his naughty palm from making mischief. “What are you doing?” “I want you. I want you so bad.” Murong Wuque whispered, his cadence strangled, breath hot against Alvin's neck. Alvin's heartbeat picked up speed, like it wanted to gallop away. “But you just had me hours ago. Are all virgins this horny? Or is it just you lacking self control?” Murong Wuque kissed his neck, using his nose to nuzzle against Alvin's hair. “Blame yourself for being too hot. Whose fault is it that I can't control myself? What did you do to me?” Alvin chuckled. Was he shifting blames now? When he was the one pursuing Murong Wuque, he did it v