What's Wrong with This Alpha? - Extra 11

Chapter 112 – Extra 11: Fourteen Years Old (1)

This is fucking ridiculous.

Sheng Yunze sat on the bed, his hair a mess in the wind, his mind stuck on that one phrase, the words bold and enlarged, looping endlessly like a twenty-four-hour billboard in Times Square.

This is fucking ridiculous.

A strange bed, a strange ceiling, a strange blanket, and a strange man groggily opening his eyes to murmur, “Husband…”

This is fucking ridiculous!

Husband?

Husband what?

Husband who?

He, Sheng Yunze, was fourteen years old, a first-semester student in the third grade at Hangcheng Affiliated Middle School, voted the joint district’s most handsome middle schooler in the West Lake Higher Education District. He received an extra fifty yuan monthly breakfast subsidy from the “Sheng Yunze Sisters and Brothers Fan Club” and enjoyed the privilege of attending or skipping evening self-study as he pleased.

The cafeteria Auntie’s darling, the supermarket clerk’s sweetheart, he ate without swiping his school card—just a facial scan—and used his card to swipe through the gates.

He was—the Attached Middle School’s most beautiful sight:

Just before bed, he’d been checking his horoscope—P.S. Virgo is in retrograde this month.

He woke up shirtless, afraid to look lower, with another man lying beside him, his head resting on Sheng Yunze’s arm.

Is this fucking retrograde? This is the Three Gorges Dam flowing backward, the Yellow River surging upstream!

This is fucking more absurd than Beethoven’s saddest sheet music!

“What’s wrong with you?!” Sheng Yunze’s hair stood on end. Duan Yi, his hair a mess from sleep, continued to nuzzle into Sheng Yunze’s chest, oblivious to his unusual reaction.

Sheng Yunze’s arms reflexively and honestly wrapped around Duan Yi. The fourteen-year-old boy froze, staring at his own arms as if they were alien appendages, and muttered to himself in an internal dialogue: “What’s wrong with me?!”

Duan Yi finally noticed something was off.

He turned his head.

Chubby cheeks.

Quite cute.

Sheng Yunze’s expression was as if he’d seen a ghost.

Duan Yi rubbed his face. “What’s wrong~?”

Sheng Yunze’s hair remained on end, goosebumps rising across his skin. The young middle schooler, having never experienced this level of “mature, beautiful, and alluring” morning-after marital bliss—a true “youthful beauty” acting coquettishly with her husband—immediately resorted to a child’s usual tactic: trying to mask his flustered heart with a fierce tone.

“Stop acting cute!” he snapped.

His slender fingers gripped the blanket tightly, knuckles white. “Y-you… speak properly.”

Duan Yi stared at him, speechless. “What’s with the ‘acting cute’? Just be normal.” He mumbled, snuggling closer and wrapping his arms around Sheng Yunze’s waist, continuing to nuzzle with practiced ease. “I want congee~”

Sheng Yunze shoved Duan Yi away as if he had suffered a “humiliating disgrace.” His neck flushed crimson, the color spreading to his cheeks, making his snow-white face even more striking. The tips of his ears burned scarlet, and his entire body trembled slightly. “You’re not allowed to—”

Duan Yi stared at him, utterly bewildered. “?”

Sheng Yunze glared fiercely. “You’re not allowed to act cute!”

Duan Yi stubbornly refused, assuming Sheng Yunze was just putting on airs. He laughed and burrowed into Sheng Yunze’s arms, deliberately drawing out his voice in a teasingly affectionate tone: “Hu—sband~”

Sheng Yunze stiffened as if facing a formidable enemy, sitting bolt upright. “And no tildes!”

Only then did Sheng Yunze realize something was amiss. He stared at Duan Yi with disbelief. “What did you call me?”

Duan Yi blinked, equally confused. “Husband?”

Sheng Yunze was stunned, but even in his daze, his sharp tongue remained sharp. “Who’s your husband? Are you out of your mind?”

“He’s the one who’s out of his mind!” Duan Yi gritted his teeth, then let out a sharp “Ouch!” and sucked in a cold breath. “Hiss… Can’t you be a little gentler?”

Jiang Wangshu: “How am I supposed to clean your wound if I’m gentle? Let me check if there are any other injuries.”

Jiang Wangshu cleaned Duan Yi’s wounds with an alcohol swab. Four hours had passed since Sheng Yunze and Duan Yi’s morning commotion in the room.

Everyone who needed to be there had arrived: Father Sheng, Mother Sheng, Xiaoduan Mom, and Xiaoduan Dad.

Everyone was now seated on the living room sofa, fully aware of the gravity of the situation.

Jiang Wangshu strode in with the first-aid kit. “Seriously, you two? Can’t you talk things out like adults? Starting a domestic brawl at the crack of dawn?”

Duan Yi retorted, “He called me crazy! And he thinks he’s in the right? How could he do this? Is he already having a seven-year itch?!”

Jiang Wangshu stared at him, speechless. “Did Sheng Yunze give you that wound?”

Duan Yi huffed softly and confessed: “No, Sheng Yunze didn’t do it. He’s not some violent maniac.” He mumbled, “I slipped on the stairs…”

Jiang Wangshu scoffed, “You tripped on flat ground! Serves you right!”

Duan Yi’s anger flared. “That’s because Sheng Yunze suddenly turned on me in bed! It threw me off so badly I lost my focus. He actually asked me who I was! Why didn’t he just ask the Magic Conch Shell?!”

“You really don’t remember anything?” Mother Sheng asked anxiously, looking at Sheng Yunze. “Try to think harder.”

Sheng Yunze, seeing his mother there, lowered his guard slightly.

But the shock of waking up in a strange man’s bed that morning was still overwhelming. He felt he needed time to process it.

Father Sheng also grew anxious. “You said you were doing homework before you went to sleep?”

Sheng Yunze nodded.

Mother Sheng exchanged a glance with him before asking, “How old are you this year? Are you still in school? How much do you remember? Do you know XXX?”

XXX was a friend Sheng Yunze had known in middle school, but they lost touch after XXX moved abroad.

Sheng Yunze nodded. “First semester of ninth grade. The final exams are coming up soon. I was studying at home, and when I woke up, I saw him.”

“Him” referred to Duan Yi.

Though Sheng Yunze sat on the sofa facing his parents, his peripheral vision kept drifting toward Duan Yi.

He didn’t understand why he kept looking over, it was just an involuntary urge.

A faint voice whispered in his mind: I want to see him. I want to be near him.

But Duan Yi was furious. Sheng Yunze recalled how, that morning, the handsome man had stormed out of bed, still wearing his fluffy pajamas, and kicked the door open.

Judging by his posture, it looked like he was about to grab a cleaver from the kitchen and silence Sheng Yunze permanently.

But Duan Yi tripped at the doorway, falling with a loud thud that Sheng Yunze heard clearly from inside the room.

Driven by a cat’s curiosity, Sheng Yunze got out of bed, opened the door, and peeked out.

Just then, Duan Yi turned to look back at him.

The two men stared at each other across the room. Sheng Yunze felt a strange mix of discomfort and pity, yet his feet remained rooted to the spot. He kept asking himself: Why do I feel sorry for him? It wasn’t me who fell. I don’t hurt anywhere.

Duan Yi waited a moment, but when Sheng Yunze didn’t approach, he seemed even more dejected.

He’s getting up by himself, Sheng Yunze thought as he watched Duan Yi struggle to his feet and limp into the adjacent room to retrieve a medical kit.

Duan Yi’s movements were clumsy as he opened the kit, clearly unfamiliar with its contents. He must rarely use these things, Sheng Yunze mused, a pampered young master who’s never had to lift a finger.

He watched Duan Yi awkwardly apply ointment to his injuries, making no move to help.

Sheng Yunze’s gaze drifted from Duan Yi’s shoulder to his waist, and a reckless thought flashed through his mind: His waist is surprisingly slender.

A man could easily wrap his hand around it.

He jolted himself awake: Why am I thinking about a man’s waist being slender? Why would I want to touch a man’s waist?!

Before him stood his parents’ worried faces and Jiang Wangshu’s incessant chatter.

“We’ve seen cases like this at the hospital before,” Jiang Wangshu reassured them. “It seems to be a sudden-onset amnesia, but it’s temporary. It’s not a terminal illness.”

Mother Sheng asked anxiously, “Can this amnesia be cured? Is there any treatment? Can we get medication for it?”

Jiang Wangshu replied, “Currently, there’s no known cure. It might require a specific trigger. Oh, Bao—”

He turned to call out to Duan Yi, “Did your husband do anything unusual last night before bed?”

“Who’s his husband?”

“Who’s calling him my husband?!”

The voices rang out almost simultaneously.

Sheng Yunze and Duan Yi trailed off, their eyes locking.

Tears welled in Duan Yi’s eyes as he quickly looked away, crossing his arms and sitting stiffly on the sofa, furious. “He said it himself this morning!”

Sheng Yunze offered his own explanation: “I don’t like men.” He emphasized forcefully, “And I definitely don’t like male Omegas.”

Father Sheng spoke with the wisdom of experience, his tone gentle: “The last Alpha who said that now has a son as old as you.”

Hearing Sheng Yunze’s words, Duan Yi let out a sarcastic “Ha ha,” dripping with mockery.

Xiaoduan Mom fretted, “Then… what are we going to do?”

Sheng Yunze glanced at Xiaoduan Mom, noticing her striking resemblance to the handsome young man. They must be mother and son, he thought.

Though he had already pieced together most of the relationships in this scene, Sheng Yunze remained seated on the sofa and asked Mother Sheng, “Am I married to him?”

Mother Sheng nodded. “Yes, you’ve been married for over a year now, A-Ze. You—”

Sheng Yunze found it strange. “Why would I marry a man?”

Mother Sheng didn’t know either. You’re the one who should know…

She glanced at Duan Yi and said to Sheng Yunze, “Anyway, you’re married and have two children. They’re staying at their maternal grandmother’s house right now and were supposed to come home tonight, but given the circumstances, it’s not appropriate for them to return.”

Sheng Yunze’s expression grew even more peculiar. “I have children?”

Mother Sheng nodded. “Twins, very cute. Would you like to see them?”

Sheng Yunze pressed his lips together and remained silent.

Mother Sheng suddenly realized that while the young man before her was in his twenties, the soul inhabiting his body was that of a fourteen-year-old.

In other words, this kid was only fourteen.

Telling a fourteen-year-old that his wife had given birth to two children would be an overwhelming shock. It was remarkable that Sheng Yunze managed to maintain his composure without cracking.

“Why don’t you schedule an appointment at the hospital for a checkup?” Jiang Wangshu suggested modestly. “I’m just a half-baked practitioner, and conditions related to mental health are beyond my expertise. By the way, if they end up in a domestic dispute and break each other’s legs, that is my area of expertise. Buy one leg repair, get the second half-price!”

Sheng Yunze vehemently opposed the idea of going to the hospital. He was currently in a rebellious phase, and the more people urged him to do something, the less inclined he was to comply. “I’m not going. I’m not sick.”

“Hey, Sheng Xiaohua, you can’t act like this,” Jiang Wangshu chided. “You need to listen to the doctor…”

(T/n: Sheng Xiaohua = Little Flower Sheng)

No one had anticipated this kind of tantrum from a middle schooler.

Like a pampered Eldest Miss, Sheng Yunze glared down at Jiang Wangshu with disdain, then swept his gaze across the living room before storming upstairs to his bedroom.

He slammed the door shut with a resounding crash, followed by a click as he locked it from the inside.

Mother Sheng sighed, pressing her hand to her forehead in exasperation. “He really was like this when he was fourteen… I completely believe it now…”

“Auntie, don’t worry,” Jiang Wangshu reassured her. “There must be an underlying cause for this condition. I’ll consult with my colleagues back at the office. If Sheng Yunze refuses to go to the hospital, we can arrange for one of them to come here and treat him at home.”

Mother Sheng glanced at Duan Yi, just as Xiaoduan Mom was also looking at him.

Duan Yi hadn’t said a word since they arrived, his gaze fixed intently on the vase in the room, as if it were the most beautiful thing in the world.

In truth, staring at something without blinking made it harder for tears to fall.

Xiaoduan Mom knew he was hurting. Who wouldn’t be upset when their lover treated them like a stranger? It wasn’t just hurt; there was anger and resentment too.

She gently pulled Duan Yi into her arms and comforted him for a while.

By afternoon, Xiaoduan Mom had finally managed to cheer Duan Yi up, thanks to a lavish, delicious meal.

Feeling somewhat better, Duan Yi looked up at his bedroom. Sheng Yunze was really throwing a tantrum. He hadn’t emerged all afternoon, and now it was evening.

While still angry at Sheng Yunze, Duan Yi couldn’t help worrying about him going hungry.

As night fell, he knocked on the bedroom door, a wry smile tugging at his lips. This is my own room, isn’t it? Why can’t I even go in?

“Hey, Miss Sheng, Eldest Miss, are you done being mad yet? I’m not even angry, and you’re already sulking. Is that fair?”

No response came from inside the room. Sheng Yunze was clearly still in a huff.

Duan Yi knocked again. “Sheng Yunze? Open the door. I have the key, but don’t make me use it.”

After a moment, Sheng Yunze opened the door.

He had changed into pajamas, looking ready for bed.

Duan Yi had been angry earlier, but by now his anger had dissipated.

He thought carefully about what Sheng Yunze had done yesterday and realized he hadn’t done anything wrong.

Jiang Wangshu had said it was a temporary form of amnesia and cognitive distortion. Duan Yi imagined Sheng Yunze waking up at fourteen years old, finding himself in a strange man’s bed, and being told he was married with two children.

I’d probably be even more terrified, he thought.

“I shouldn’t have been so harsh this morning,” Duan Yi said.

“I’m sorry,” Sheng Yunze replied.

They spoke at the same time.

Sheng Yunze fell silent. Duan Yi paused, then sighed. “I’m not mad at you for being harsh. Are you hungry?”

Sheng Yunze didn’t answer, but Duan Yi heard his stomach rumble.

Now Duan Yi couldn’t stay angry. He found Sheng Yunze utterly adorable.

Feeling embarrassed, Sheng Yunze stubbornly insisted, “I’m not hungry.”

Duan Yi coaxed him, “Then I’m hungry. I’ll make a bowl of noodles. We can share.”

Duan Yi went downstairs to the kitchen.

Sheng Yunze initially sat obediently on the sofa, but soon couldn’t resist standing up to explore.

Thoughts flooded his mind: Is this the house I’ll be living in? The taste is pretty good.

Of course, most of his thoughts were: What’s this? And that? What’s this again? I’ll just pick it up and take a look. Just a quick touch… Oh, it fell over by itself! It wasn’t my fault…

This perfectly embodied the cat-like tendency to court disaster.

In the fourteen-year-old Sheng Xiaohua, this trait was on full display.

Having finished exploring the living room, he wandered into the kitchen to “bother” Duan Yi.

Recovering from his earlier shock, he suddenly asked, “Why didn’t you ask what I like to eat?”

Duan Yi replied, “No scallions, no cilantro, no ginger, right? I know you well enough.”

The broth for the egg noodles was made from rich chicken soup.

As it simmered, the fragrant aroma filled the air, making Sheng Yunze feel ravenous.

“Have we been married long?” Sheng Yunze asked again.

“Just a year,” Duan Yi said, scooping up the noodles. “What’s this about? Thinking of divorce? Dream on.”

Though Sheng Yunze had been severely shaken, he wasn’t about to divorce.

He wanted to tell Duan Yi that he hadn’t considered divorce, but the egg noodles smelled too good. Before the bowl even reached the table, Sheng Yunze’s restless hands had already picked up a few strands with his chopsticks, slurping them down as he followed Duan Yi’s hand carrying the bowl.

His slippers dragged with a shuffling sound—a bad habit he’d had since childhood.

This childish behavior amused Duan Yi.

Yet Sheng Yunze seemed completely oblivious, his eyes wide and innocent as he stared at Duan Yi, who was laughing uncontrollably.

His dark eyes, brimming with moisture, and soft black hair framing his ears—a little too long, partially obscuring his vision—made him look utterly adorable.

Duan Yi suddenly realized the appeal of fourteen-year-old Sheng Yunze.

He’s just too cute!

Help me!