Chapter – 07
The End of the Heat Cycle
After so many things had happened, Yu Wei was exhausted. All he wanted now was to go home and sleep.
“I’ll send you back,” he said, not wanting to continue arguing with Yu Song.
Yu Song pouted and glanced at the two people standing by the car.
“We can go back ourselves. No need for you to send us.”
The other two quickly echoed his words.
Yu Wei was too tired and eager for his soft bed, so he didn’t insist. He called a taxi, said goodbye at the hospital entrance, and drove home.
Today might have been too exhausting—he kept feeling unwell, though he couldn’t pinpoint exactly where. A faint sense of weakness lingered in his body, making him uncomfortable.
As soon as he got home, he changed into pajamas and collapsed onto the bed. The moment his head hit the pillow, his consciousness scattered.
The next morning, he was woken up by a servant.
As a CEO, he had to be at the company by eight for meetings.
What’s the difference between this and morning classes at university?!
Well… actually there was a difference. He was the teacher now, and the employees were the students.
The servant reminded him three times before Yu Wei reluctantly got out of bed. He washed up in a daze and barely managed to wake up properly.
Breakfast was already prepared downstairs. Yu Wei’s parents were not home—they had probably gone out after eating.
After a few bites, he left for work and sat in the back seat of the car, closing his eyes to rest.
Since entering the book, the thing Yu Wei had done most was attend meetings.
That morning, he had several meetings, and finally got a break at noon. In the afternoon, he still had another meeting about newly developed medicine.
After lunch, he reviewed the client files in his office.
The company he was meeting with—“Health Pharmacy”—was the largest pharmacy chain in the city. His company had worked with them many times before and they were an important client.
This person couldn’t be offended.
But the client’s surname was Lin: Lin Hao.
For some reason, Yu Wei immediately thought of Lin Yuchi.
He couldn’t find much useful information online, so after thinking for a while, he called his secretary in.
He had nine secretaries.
When the secretary entered, Yu Wei tried to imitate the cold, domineering CEOs from TV dramas and ordered:
“Check Lin Hao’s family background.”
“Understood.”
The secretary left without question.
Yu Wei instantly felt more confident and even deliberately kept a stern expression.
Ordering people around really felt amazing.
After the secretary left, he held back his excitement.
“TV dramas really don’t lie.”
He had only recently entered this world and still wasn’t used to his identity. He had been careful these days—even pouring water himself when thirsty. He hadn’t enjoyed being a young master at all.
Today, he finally got a taste of it.
Not bad.
At 3:30 p.m., Lin Hao arrived at the meeting room on time.
He was about 48 years old but looked surprisingly young, not appearing near fifty at all. As soon as he entered, he enthusiastically chatted with Yu Wei for over ten minutes about personal topics.
Yu Wei could only smile and nod awkwardly the entire time.
It seemed they had a closer relationship than expected—at least from how Lin Hao mentioned “Ruize” and suggested they meet up sometime.
Yu Wei guessed they were probably friends.
He gently steered the conversation back to business.
The negotiation went very smoothly. Lin Hao was clearly satisfied with the new medicine.
After the two-hour meeting ended, Yu Wei personally escorted him downstairs.
Lin Hao patted his shoulder with a smile full of wrinkles.
“Let’s pick a good day and sign the contract.”
“I’ll have someone prepare it and deliver it personally later.”
Yu Wei smiled as he watched him leave. Only after the car disappeared did his expression drop.
Smiling for so long made his face stiff.
He rubbed his cheeks hard and called the driver.
But instead of going home, he took the keys himself.
“I’ll go out for a bit.”
Leaving work early felt strangely guilty—this was the first time he had ever done it.
He quickly drove to the hospital.
He planned to check on Shi Ciyan.
However, when he reached the third floor, the isolation room was empty.
Transferred to a normal ward?
He went downstairs and asked the nurse.
“Excuse me, which room is Shi Ciyan in?”
“Relationship with the patient?”
“I’m his roommate’s brother.”
“We can’t disclose that. Please contact the patient directly.”
Yu Wei tried again.
“Really?”
The nurse refused firmly.
He sighed.
He only knew Shi Ciyan’s name and gender—he had no contact information at all.
Suddenly, he had an idea and messaged Qiu Lei.
After a while, Qiu Lei replied: he didn’t have the contact either.
Yu Wei gave up.
He could only wait for Shi Ciyan to be discharged and then apologize.
But a whole week passed.
On Friday, after lunch, Qiu Lei suddenly asked if he still needed Shi Ciyan’s contact.
The school had released a shared spreadsheet for student verification, and it included phone numbers.
Yu Wei immediately asked for it.
When he got the number, he called—no answer.
He added him on WeChat.
All afternoon, no response.
Until 9 p.m., the friend request was finally accepted.
Meanwhile…
“Arrange a normal ward for me tomorrow morning.”
Shi Ciyan sat on the sofa, holding his phone while watching his doctor draw blood.
“You’re out of your heat cycle already. What are you causing trouble for now?” Dr. Chen sighed.
Shi Ciyan didn’t answer and only said casually:
“He’ll come find me at the hospital tomorrow.”
Dr. Chen rolled his eyes.
Of course he knew who “he” was—Yu Wei.
After all, just two hours after Shi Ciyan’s heat cycle ended, he had heard Yu Wei’s name more than ten times.
Shi Ciyan’s heat cycle lasted seven days. Even with suppressants and stabilizers, it was not easy to get through.
Two hours ago, he had just regained consciousness when Dr. Chen was urgently called over—just so Shi Ciyan could ask what Yu Wei’s scent was.
When he heard it was osmanthus (sweet olive blossom), Shi Ciyan looked slightly disappointed.
“I thought he’d be the same fruit scent as me.”
“Are you getting better or worse?” the doctor muttered.
In humans, secondary sex characteristics (Alpha/Omega) develop during puberty, including glands that release pheromones.
“Do you think he’ll like my scent?” Shi Ciyan asked lazily while scrolling his phone.
“Don’t do anything inappropriate,” Dr. Chen warned.
Releasing pheromones in front of someone is no different from seduction—especially if compatibility is high.
If compatibility is low, it often causes disgust instead of attraction.
Either way, it was unethical.
“But what exactly did he do to you?” Dr. Chen sighed.
Shi Ciyan and Yu Wei only had 56% pheromone compatibility—not high enough to naturally attract each other.
Yet the situation now was strange.
Shi Ciyan’s glands normally produced very little pheromone. Even during heat cycles, output was minimal. But this time, it lasted seven full days.
It was unusually intense.
Dr. Chen suspected either a trigger or accumulated suppression.
He had no answer.
“I didn’t get drugged,” Shi Ciyan said softly, recalling Yu Wei.
“He just feels very good.”
And he intended to make those seven days of dreams become reality.
