Good Person Certification

From the day he heard that customs officer say, “Welcome home,” Wu Qie had never imagined there could be any more major storms in his life.

He returned to the country smoothly.

He settled into a laid-back life smoothly.

He survived by muddling through smoothly.

Before this, he had believed that most suffering came from humans creating problems for themselves out of boredom.

But he had never expected that after six thousand years of Chinese linguistic brilliance, there was still one classic saying he had overlooked:

A rope always snaps at its weakest point, and misfortune always finds those already burdened by hardship.

While Teacher Wu was still seriously worrying about whether scratching up the Chief Director of Jiangcheng Law Enforcement’s son’s gland would cost him his job, or get him locked up for ten days or half a month, and whether his father would go bankrupt paying the fines to bail him out…

He never imagined that something even more ridiculous was waiting for him ahead.

In the photo his ex-boyfriend sent him, the handsome blond-haired, blue-eyed twins were chatting and laughing inside a brilliantly illuminated banquet hall.

Elegant.

Noble.

Refined.

As background decorations in the photo, everyone around them looked at them with a mixture of admiration and fear.

But to Wu Qie, it looked as though a species of Western vampires had invaded China and disrupted the domestic zombie market.

The entire situation was evil and bad luck incarnate.

Sitting on the sofa, all the blood in his body froze solid in an instant.

His fingers stiffened around his phone.

Not a sound came from his throat.

His mind went blank, leaving only a buzzing echo.

If not for the hyper-realistic sound of rain outside and Zhao Shu calling his name beside him, Wu Qie would have seriously suspected this was the ultimate form of a nightmare.

Otherwise, no one could possibly be this unlucky.

At least, no one should be this unlucky.²

He had only just been pinned down, touched, and bitten by one Alpha brat.

Then he turned around and discovered there were two even more terrifying monsters waiting to chop him into pieces.

“Hey. I’m talking to you. Did you hear me?”

The frozen atmosphere shattered.

Zhao Shu stuck his head out from behind the sofa and leaned over with all the vitality of a living human.

“Wu Qie?”¹

The black-haired Beta’s eyes rotated mechanically.

He looked toward the only person present who still belonged among the living.

Seeing his blank expression, Zhao Shu couldn’t help asking,

“I took a look. Pei Qingyu’s gland is f*cking bleeding.”

“Holy shit.”

“Was that you?”

“You hit him that hard?”

“When he came in earlier, was he so overwhelmed by pheromones that he tried something with you?”

“Were you acting in self-defense?”

Removing an Omega’s gland was a criminal offense.

Damaging an Alpha’s gland wasn’t much better.

Zhao Shu’s tone carried an unmistakable hint that he was prepared to cover for Wu Qie.

But at this moment, Teacher Wu felt that was completely unnecessary.

“I did it.”

“Report it to law enforcement.”

Wu Qie set down his phone and spoke expressionlessly.¹

If possible, he wanted China’s law enforcement agencies and prisons to become his final line of defense.

If those lunatic twins wanted to find him, then let them try.

Maybe they could star in The Shawshank Redemption 2: Shawshank Doesn’t Want Redemption.

The plot would be about two foreign twins arriving outside Jiangcheng First Prison on a stormy night and digging the first shovelful of dirt that would lead them through the prison walls…

Wu Qie looked at Zhao Shu earnestly.

“Send me to prison.”

“I want to go to prison.”

Zhao Shu: “…”

Zhao Shu stared at him with unprecedented silence.

As though he had already gone insane.

“He isn’t dead.”

“You don’t need to give up on life this dramatically.”

“When you beat me up, you weren’t talking about going to prison.”

Wu Qie failed to see what there was to compare.

Times had changed.

Back then, the mad dogs hadn’t crossed an ocean to track him down at his doorstep.

After Sun Mi rushed in with medical personnel, Teacher Wu’s room became so crowded there was barely space to stand.

He was squeezed to the edge of the crowd and couldn’t get a word in.

Unable to leave either, he could only lower his head and fiddle with his fingers like a sulking goose.

While the medical staff examined Pei Qingyu, they were startled by the horrifying condition of the gland on the back of his neck.

At that moment, the Alpha woke up after receiving an inhibitor injection.

Sun Mi immediately began questioning him anxiously.

Through layers of people, Pei Qingyu’s gaze locked precisely onto the black-haired young man in the distance.

The latter had already changed into jeans and a hoodie.

Every inch of exposed skin was covered tightly.

Their eyes met for an instant.

Pei Qingyu calmly looked away.

“My room’s water pipe burst again.”

“I got soaked.”

“And I caught a bit of a cold during morning training a couple days ago.”

“My overall resistance dropped.”

“So my rut came earlier than expected.”

His voice still carried the nasal quality of a cold.

His eyes were faintly red.

“I felt terrible and scratched my gland a few times.”

“When that didn’t work, I had no choice but to ask Teacher Wu for help.”

An Alpha whose rut had become unstable.

Instead of using the inhibitors the Pei family undoubtedly prepared for him…

Instead of seeking help from Zhao Shu, another high-ranking Alpha…

He went to find Wu Qie, a Beta.

The explanation practically screamed there’s no silver buried here.

Yet astonishingly, not a single person questioned it.

Perhaps this was the natural privilege of top students.

Everyone subconsciously believed Pei Qingyu was the last person in the world who would ever lie.

Wu Qie’s name was completely cleared.

Naturally, he had no objections.

Afterward, he returned to bed.

Unfortunately, he slept poorly all night, plagued by one nightmare after another.

In the dream, he failed to wake up in time that day.

The next morning, his stomach had swollen.

He could barely walk.

Beside him, Bigitta calmly asked Rhine how much he had put inside him.

After all, he was already pregnant.

At the same time, Wu Qie felt something hot trickling down his thighs.

He told Rhine that the pregnancy rate for male Beta humans was below three percent.

Rhine turned toward him and smiled broadly.

Wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him close by the waist, he whispered into his ear,

“Either way, you’ll never escape again.”

Wu Qie woke in terror.

Outside, dawn was breaking.

The rain had stopped.

Pale morning light filtered through the white mist covering the mountain forest, carrying the scent of damp earth.

At breakfast, Teacher Wu appeared before everyone with severe dark circles.

The black-haired young man, usually smiling gently, looked exhausted.

Everyone assumed he was troubled by what had happened with Pei Qingyu.

An Alpha in rut was extremely dangerous.

Pei Qingyu had also been found with several bruises.

No one knew exactly where they came from.

So everyone naturally concluded that Teacher Wu, in defense of his chastity, had beaten up an S-rank Alpha and was now thoroughly traumatized by the experience.

…The result was technically correct.

The process was technically correct.

Yet somehow, putting them together still felt completely wrong.

Since the assumption wasn’t exactly slander, Wu Qie didn’t bother correcting anyone.

Sitting in the dining hall under countless curious glances, he calmly cut open a sunny-side-up egg.

Golden yolk flowed out.

He dipped bread into it and stuffed it into his mouth.

Meanwhile, his free hand worked furiously on his phone.

After some indirect questioning of Rhine, he finally learned that the twin mad dogs were the wealthy clients renting the Zhao family’s ship.

The middle-aged Alpha he had met at the hotel rooftop after Zhao Qiushi’s funeral—the one he had even apologized to for disturbing—was their uncle, Vincent Visay.

Whether this was coincidence or deliberate planning, Wu Qie couldn’t tell.

At least for now, the twins remained quiet.

They hadn’t kidnapped Wu Wenxiong and demanded that he choose between his son’s chastity and his life.

Either China’s public security was simply too good…

Or Digert Visay suffered from a chronic inability to recognize East Asian faces and hadn’t realized Wu Qie looked exactly like someone from a certain wanted poster.³

Putting away his phone, Wu Qie sighed heavily.

Then another sighing person approached him.

Sun Mi.

After morning training, Sun Mi asked whether he wanted to visit Pei Qingyu.

After all this trouble, Pei Qingyu would probably spend at least half of the remaining joint training period in bed.

Only then did Wu Qie seriously reflect on whether he had been too harsh the previous night.

…Then again, wasn’t this really the fault of China’s excellent public security?

Back in the chaotic environments overseas, no sane Alpha would tolerate someone else’s hand getting that close to their gland.

Wiping his mouth with a napkin, Wu Qie stood.

“Then let’s go visit him.”