What's Wrong with This Alpha? - Extra 5

Chapter 106 – Extra 5: Pregnancy 2

Duan Yi secretly took Xiaoduan Mom’s bathroom scale and hid it in their guest bedroom, sneaking it in like a thief to avoid Sheng Yunze’s notice.

During the day, while Sheng Yunze was at work, Duan Yi would pretend to paint in the Art Studio. They lived in a spacious duplex penthouse in the city center, roughly 300 square meters—incidentally, the complex was developed by Duan Ji Huai.

The Art Studio was adjacent to the balcony, offering a clear view of West Lake’s picturesque scenery.

Connected to the living room was a glass-walled gallery, showcasing Duan Yi’s artwork from recent years, fully visible from the outside.

When pretending to paint, Duan Yi would turn his back to Sheng Yunze. As soon as the door closed, he’d pull the easel aside and retrieve the scale hidden behind the curtains.

He stepped onto it carefully, his eyes widening as the numbers skyrocketed. He nearly fainted.

Milk Tea, sensing his distress, pushed the door open. Duan Yi, unable to contain his emotions, collapsed and hugged Milk Tea, feigning sobs.

After a period of dry heaving, Jiang Wangshu messaged, asking if the unemployed bum had any free time today and suggesting they go out for a meal.

Duan Yi was now extremely sensitive about “eating.” The moment he heard the word, he reflexively frowned. Eat, eat, eat! What a load of crap! I’m going on a diet!

Jiang Wangshu raised an eyebrow when he received the message, but quickly recovered. Honey, you’ve been saying that since middle school. Have you ever seriously tried to lose weight?

Duan Yi: Damn it! This time I’m serious!

Jiang Wangshu chuckled in the hospital cafeteria. His colleagues, noticing his amusement, asked, “Girlfriend?”

“No, my childhood friend. He’s a guy, a male Omega,” Jiang Wangshu explained.

The colleagues at his table were all from the same department, a mix of Alphas and Omegas, with Alphas being the majority, especially male Alphas. The moment they heard Jiang Wangshu was chatting with an Omega, they swarmed over like they’d been injected with adrenaline.

Still chewing their food, they gossiped, “Your childhood friend is a male Omega? What does he look like? Got any photos?”

Jiang Wangshu initially hesitated to show them pictures, but overwhelmed by his male colleagues’ enthusiasm, he scrolled through Duan Yi’s social media and pulled up a few photos.

The reaction was immediate and dramatic.

“Holy shit… your friend is gorgeous!”

“Is he taken?”

Jiang Wangshu was utterly bewildered. “He’s… alright, I guess.”

He looked at Duan Yi. Sure, he had a nose and eyes like anyone else, but Jiang Wangshu didn’t find him particularly handsome.

Yet his colleagues were raving as if they’d seen a celestial being.

The male Alpha colleague shook his head, clicking his tongue. “You’re just spoiled rotten, not appreciating what you have. If I had a childhood friend this good-looking, he’d already be my husband by now.”

Jiang Wangshu rolled his eyes. “My childhood friend is getting married soon, you pervert. Stop scheming.”

“Really? So young?” the male Alpha colleague asked.

Jiang Wangshu knew Duan Yi looked younger than his age. Even as he was about to graduate college and start working, he still looked like a high schooler. At first glance, people often guessed he was seventeen.

“He’s the same age as me. You tell me if that’s young or not.”

“That’s pretty old…”

Jiang Wangshu glared. “Does your arm need a needle?”

The male Alpha colleague sighed. “If your childhood friend weren’t already taken, I’d definitely try to win him over.”

“Then I suggest you play to his interests,” Jiang Wangshu said. “My friend has been struggling with weight loss lately. Why don’t you develop some diet pills for him?”

At this, another male Alpha colleague couldn’t resist joining the conversation. “Dieting? Is he your childhood friend?”

He even took Jiang Wangshu’s phone to examine Duan Yi’s photo. “He looks perfectly fine. Why would he need to lose weight?”

Jiang Wangshu, bored and with nothing better to do, lingered after lunch, bantering with them. “He says he’s gained weight recently.”

Male Alpha colleague A: “Gaining weight is a good thing! It makes him cuter. You can’t deny that, can you?”

Male Alpha colleague B: “I prefer them a bit chubby. They’re so comfortable to hold, soft and sweet…”

Jiang Wangshu was about to retort, but after a moment’s thought, he was defeated by his own primal instincts. To be honest, if he were choosing a girlfriend, he’d also prefer someone a bit chubby, with round cheeks and a slightly piggish charm.

Meanwhile, Duan Yi, the subject of this male banter, saw absolutely nothing good about gaining weight.

He worriedly patted his stomach, his gaze fixed with even greater melancholy on the cup of boba milk tea before him—a momentary indulgence he couldn’t resist.

At the same time, two cake deliveries and a fruit order were on their way.

Over the past few days, Duan Yi’s appetite had been poor at first. But after eating some Plum Candies and other appetite-stimulating foods, it suddenly improved.

He wanted to eat everything—except fish.

He refused to pick out the bones and couldn’t stand the fishy smell, vomiting several times.

The cakes and fruit were quickly delivered. As Duan Yi opened the takeout containers, the rich, creamy aroma of the cake hit him, and he unexpectedly threw up.

He dry-heaved for a long time, unable to bring anything up. When he looked back at the cake, he felt a wave of nausea.

After vomiting, he felt it would be such a waste not to eat the cake. He scooped up a spoonful of cream and put it in his mouth, and, unsurprisingly, vomited again.

This time, the vomiting was more violent, leaving a burning pain in his stomach. Duan Yi stared at the cake on the table, unable to eat it. After lying face-down for a while, he felt like the sky was falling. What’s happening to me? Is this even living?

He immediately called Sheng Yunze.

Sheng Yunze had just finished a meeting. He answered the phone while heading out, juggling the call with Teacher Fu’s questions.

“Are you off work yet?” Duan Yi’s voice came through the phone.

Sheng Yunze glanced at his watch. As expected, he’d only been at work for three hours.

Duan Yi, however, was being incredibly willful, insisting that he come home. Of course, he’d been acting this way for some time now—moody, irritable, and constantly picking fights, as if suddenly everything Sheng Yunze did annoyed him.

Sheng Yunze almost suspected Duan Yi’s seven-year itch had accelerated its timeline.

Thankfully, Duan Yi would return to normal by evening, becoming clingy and insecure. Even when Sheng Yunze did nothing wrong, Duan Yi would curl up under the covers and secretly cry.

And the reasons for his tears were endlessly bizarre.

One night, Duan Yi was eating instant noodles at home while Sheng Yunze was out for dinner. When Sheng Yunze sent him a photo of the meal, Duan Yi stubbornly insisted it was a deliberate attempt to flaunt his fancy food. The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt. Sheng Yunze had to cut his dinner short and rush home to find Duan Yi sobbing over his noodles at the table. Only after taking Duan Yi out for the exact same hotpot did he finally calm down. (During the hotpot, Duan Yi cried again because one of his chopsticks was shorter than the other, lamenting the “tragic fate” of the shorter chopstick.)

The night before last, Duan Yi lay in bed, fantasizing about what would happen if he and Sheng Yunze broke up. He got so immersed in his fantasy that he became convinced Sheng Yunze would definitely break up with him. He lay flat on his back, sobbing silently. When Sheng Yunze came out of the shower and finally managed to pry the reason out of him, he discovered that Duan Yi wasn’t crying about the breakup itself, but about what would happen to the piece of beef in the refrigerator if they split up. He was worried about whether the property division would give him the beef, and when he realized he might not get to eat it, he burst into tears. (Sheng Yunze later admitted he’d really wanted to flip Duan Yi onto the floor at that moment, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.)

Last night, Duan Yi had been watching a particularly sad movie. During the tear-jerking scenes, everyone in the room cried except him. Afterward, the more he thought about it, the angrier he got, until he finally worked himself up into tears…

These bizarre behaviors had suddenly begun appearing in Sheng Yunze’s life, leaving him completely baffled.

Naturally, Sheng Yunze couldn’t rush home immediately. He first asked Duan Yi what was wrong.

As expected, Duan Yi’s reason was trivial: he wanted Sheng Yunze to come home for cake. Sheng Yunze suggested they eat it when he got home that evening, but Duan Yi refused, insisting he come home at noon because the cake wouldn’t taste as good by evening.

Sheng Yunze glanced around, found a rooftop, took a deep breath, and said, “If I come home at noon, I can’t go back to work. No work means no money, and no money means no new cakes for you.”

Duan Yi retorted, “Then just quit your job. I’ll take care of you.”

Sheng Yunze chuckled and repeated, “If I quit my job, how would I support you? You eat as much as a pig.”

Duan Yi grew suspicious. “Do you know I’ve gained weight?”

Sheng Yunze replied, “You said you didn’t know before, but now you do. How much have you gained?”

Duan Yi exclaimed, “O_O! Damn it, you tricked me! I haven’t gained any weight at all!”

He hung up abruptly.

Sheng Yunze, who had been about to say more, simply smiled and said nothing.

His tutor happened to see him. Knowing Sheng Yunze was planning to marry young, he teased, “Talking to your boyfriend?”

“Yes,” Sheng Yunze replied.

“I rarely see you smile so tenderly. You young people and your poker faces.”

Sheng Yunze gave a polite smile, but it was noticeably less natural than before, the corners of his lips lifting only a fraction of a degree.

In truth, Duan Yi hadn’t really gained weight.

Back in middle school, his face hadn’t fully matured yet, appearing rounder with baby fat and chubby cheeks, which made him look heavier than he actually was.

Actually, his waist was quite slender, and his legs were slim too, though his physique was a bit soft.

By high school, he had fully matured, with only a hint of baby fat remaining on his cheeks. His thighs had gained a bit of weight, making his waist feel even softer when pinched.

Now, as Duan Yi gazed at himself in the mirror, his face remained as handsome and dashing as ever, though it seemed slightly fuller. He tugged at the flesh on his cheeks.

Then he lifted his sweater to check his stomach, closing his eyes in disbelief. “Damn…”

It wasn’t an illusion—his stomach was definitely bulging.

Isn’t fat supposed to be firm? Why does it keep looking like I’ve just eaten a huge meal?

He took a deep breath, and his stomach flattened.

He exhaled, and it bulged slightly again.

Milk Tea circled around his legs. Duan Yi pulled his sweater down and looked earnestly at the dog. “I need to start dieting tomorrow. Before this grand and solemn ceremony begins, let’s indulge in one last feast tonight. Come on, accompany Daddy to the supermarket.”

Milk Tea stuck out its tongue and opened its mouth in what looked like a smile. “Woof!”

Duan Yi had always assumed Milk Tea’s “woof” meant “okay.”

He never imagined it meant “dogs aren’t allowed in supermarkets.” In this era of internet abbreviations, even dogs had learned to use them.

In the end, he was the only one left pushing a shopping cart through the deserted supermarket.

Snacks and daily necessities were on the first floor, while the second floor housed the produce and fresh food sections.

Duan Yi usually stuck to the first floor. He rested one foot on the shopping cart’s lower bar, using the other to propel himself forward as he leaned over the cart, stopping and starting. Before long, the cart was overflowing.

He coasted over to the baby products aisle, which was stocked with diapers, pacifiers, and bottles. The area was surprisingly crowded, with both men and women browsing.

Duan Yi drifted through the aisle on his shopping cart, his gaze landing on a pacifier. Curious, he picked it up to examine it.

“How old is your baby?” a saleswoman’s voice startled him from beside his ear.

Duan Yi jumped, nearly dropping the pacifier. He quickly put it back, feeling embarrassed. “I don’t have a baby,” he mumbled.

The saleswoman pressed on, eager to make a sale. “So you’re planning to have one soon? You should check out our diapers—you can never have too many! It’s always good to stock up in advance.”

Duan Yi waved his hand. “No, I’m not planning to—”

He suddenly grimaced, clutching his mouth as if nauseated.

A faint milky scent hung in the air.

The smell likely came from a customer passing by with a child, the distinctive milky scent clinging to the baby and the bottle in its hand.

Duan Yi usually didn’t find the smell particularly offensive, but this time it was overwhelmingly strong.

The waitress paused, startled. Duan Yi looked at her, about to apologize, but when he opened his mouth, he dry-heaved again.

The waitress was terrified and quickly helped Duan Yi sit down nearby.

After retching for a while without bringing anything up, Duan Yi rinsed his mouth with water.

The waitress, a married woman, immediately recognized Duan Yi’s condition. As someone who had been through it herself, she patted his shoulder and said, “Why are you shopping alone while pregnant? Where’s your husband?”

Duan Yi, still heaving, froze at her words. He stiffly turned his head. “Huh?”

“This is morning sickness,” the waitress explained. “How many months are you? Don’t you know?”

“M-m-m-m-morning sickness?!” Duan Yi stammered.

“Isn’t it?” the waitress asked.

“N-no… no, it’s not…”

His mind went blank, and he froze completely, stammering, “I’ve been taking my medication…”

The waitress chuckled. “Even with medication, it’s not 100% guaranteed. I have a friend who got pregnant while taking her pills.”

Though Duan Yi was sitting, his legs felt like jelly.

“How about I take you outside?” the waitress suggested. “There’s a pharmacy right next to the supermarket. You can get a pregnancy test there.”

Duan Yi floated to his feet and drifted into the adjacent pharmacy. After much awkward gesturing and stammering, he bought a whole pile of tests.

Unsure how to use them, Duan Yi spent half the day in his bathroom, frantically searching online for instructions. He then repeatedly tested himself, over and over.

It was true.

Duan Yi was stunned.

He was really pregnant.

His shock persisted until evening. After the housekeeper finished her routine meal preparation and left, Duan Yi didn’t even think about eating.

It wasn’t until he heard the car engine in the courtyard that Duan Yi snapped out of his daze, realizing Sheng Yunze had returned.

For some reason, feeling as guilty as a thief caught red-handed, he hid all the pregnancy tests under the bed and sat stiffly at the table, his body tense.

Sheng Yunze pushed open the door and found Duan Yi sitting stiffly on the bench like a zombie.

He found the sight both amusing and endearing, asking, “What are you doing?”

Duan Yi replied softly, “Nothing, just sitting.”

Sheng Yunze tossed his coat aside, slipped into slippers, and sat beside Duan Yi. “Why haven’t you been picking on me today?”

Lately, Duan Yi had been giving him trouble every day. Today, he was being unusually well-behaved, and Sheng Yunze’s sharp tongue was itching for action.

Duan Yi’s palms grew sweaty, and he clenched his hands.

Sheng Yunze explained, “There’s a pretty important competition tomorrow, which is why I couldn’t come back earlier. Is the cake still good to eat?”

“What kind of competition is it?” Duan Yi asked.

“An international one,” Sheng Yunze replied. “It’s quite complicated.”

“Is it important?” Duan Yi pressed.

“Pretty important,” Sheng Yunze confirmed.

He glanced at Duan Yi strangely, sensing something was off about his behavior.

Duan Yi swallowed nervously. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

Sheng Yunze hesitated. “You haven’t done anything you’re ashamed of, have you?”

He quickly scanned the room: no broken vases, no paint splattered on the walls, the floor was clean, the glass was intact…

Duan Yi whispered urgently, “I think I’m pregnant.”

Sheng Yunze’s hand froze mid-air, the soup in his spoon trembling slightly. “Huh?”

Duan Yi repeated, “I think I’m pregnant.”

Sheng Yunze replied with a casual, “Oh.”

He calmly brought the spoon to his mouth, then spilled the soup down his white shirt, not managing a single sip. Maintaining perfect composure, he continued, “This soup tastes pretty good. By the way, what did you say just now?”

Duan Yi: …

“I said I’m pregnant!”

The spoon finally landed perfectly on the table with a crisp clatter.

The school beauty, whose eternally composed and beautiful face had never cracked under pressure, now showed a hint of bewilderment, almost nervous and shy.

The sudden silence left Duan Yi unsure how to continue the conversation.

The problem was, Sheng Yunze’s reaction was impossible to decipher…

“What do you think?” Duan Yi asked.

Sheng Yunze’s expression remained blank, as if his mind were wandering elsewhere. He spoke without seeming to realize what he was saying, muttering to himself, “I think the child should still attend Attached Middle School. It’s close to home, making drop-offs and pick-ups convenient.”

Duan Yi: ……

Sheng Yunze asked him woodenly, “What do you think?”

Duan Yi replied with equal woodenness, “I think the immediate priority is getting the child born first.”

Then we can worry about which high school to send them to! Brother!

Wake up! Snap out of it! People should smile more. Always wearing that stiff expression…