Chapter 34: Needs
Jiang Rong and He Siming took the examination forms issued by Dr. Liu and completed all the tests that could be done.
This round of examinations was far more detailed than the first ultrasound Jiang Rong had undergone.
Dr. Liu also observed his reproductive cavity. “It’s four weeks now. It’s growing very well—developing normally, and it’s much larger than last time. However, your reproductive cavity is a little different from a uterus.”
He Siming was even more nervous than Jiang Rong. “Different how? What does that mean?”
Dr. Liu said, “You see, it completely envelops the uterus, protecting the embryo from injury. Logically speaking, with this kind of reproductive cavity providing protection, pregnancy shouldn’t be easy to achieve.”
He Siming straightened his back slightly, a hint of pride showing in his eyes.
Dr. Liu continued, “We’ll keep observing as it develops further and prepare for surgery. Your surgery may be a bit different from others’—the little one will still need to be taken out from the reproductive cavity—but there’s no rush. It’s only four weeks now. Under normal circumstances, a cesarean section is done at around thirty-nine weeks.”
Although Jiang Rong had never been an Omega, he still had basic common sense.
He took the initiative to ask, “Doctor, I’m different from others. Does that mean I can have a cesarean earlier?”
He had no way to explain his origins to the doctor and could only ask in a roundabout way.
His mother had once been very concerned about relatives’ children, calling every day, and from hearing it all the time he’d picked up quite a bit.
Female Omegas tended to give birth earlier, while male Omegas carried longer—thirty-six weeks was considered a conservative estimate.
Dr. Liu glanced at the imaging again. “Then we’ll continue to observe the development. Right now, it does appear to be developing faster than others at the same stage. If development is completed earlier, we can indeed schedule surgery sooner. I’ll also discuss the surgical plan with several other doctors.”
He Siming said, “Thank you for the trouble, Dr. Liu.”
Seeing that He Siming was even more anxious than Jiang Rong, Dr. Liu smiled. “His situation is relatively special. He’ll need regular prenatal checkups.”
The two new dads nodded. He Siming listened even more attentively than Jiang Rong.
Dr. Liu handed Jiang Rong a sheet of precautions. It was something normally given to every first-time mother, but considering Jiang Rong was a boy, she added, “Just use it as a reference. It’s basically the same—pay a bit more attention to your diet early on and get more rest.”
Overall, today’s prenatal checkup went smoothly. The results exceeded their expectations—the little seed was growing healthily.
Diet did require extra attention, but in other aspects, he probably couldn’t fully follow this world’s medical advice. After all, he was an Omega, and during pregnancy he would need Alpha pheromones for comfort.
After the checkup, the two of them had lunch before returning to school.
From finding out about the pregnancy until now, it had only been a week. Everything had come too fast, and they had just gotten past the stage of being shaken and unsettled.
He Siming didn’t mention meeting family to Jiang Rong for the time being—he didn’t want to put that much pressure on him.
Jiang Rong had gotten up early that morning, and blood had been drawn during the examination. He was exhausted and went straight to rest when they got back.
He Siming was still dealing with miscellaneous matters at school. From now on, nothing could be treated as “whatever” anymore.
In his original life plan, he would spend four ordinary years in college, then go on to postgraduate and doctoral studies, and eventually own his first company.
But fate clearly thought that wasn’t exciting enough and forcibly dragged his progress bar forward by a huge chunk.
He went to his professor’s lab and took the initiative to withdraw from a project.
The professor was easy to talk to. Knowing that He Siming wouldn’t stay long and would eventually go start his own business, they agreed that as long as he completed the project handover, it would be fine.
There was still a bit left unresolved from a recent business trip. In this project, he was the core technical personnel. Once he solved the current issues, he could completely set the burden down.
Raising a wife and child would cost money in the future—he had to work hard and earn it himself. The project Tang Yucheng had given him last time also needed a conclusion.
There was another reason He Siming absolutely had to return to Shanghai: to see his parents.
His parents’ company headquarters were in City S. They only returned to the capital to stay for a while during major holidays. Usually, they’d just come by if something came up, have a meal with him, and then fly all over the world again.
Compared to ordinary people, his family background was indeed extremely affluent. His parents were both highly career-driven, each busy with their own pursuits. Still, something as big as having a child needed to be reported to them. His uncle would find out soon anyway—better that he told them himself in advance.
Jiang Rong was extremely sensitive emotionally during pregnancy. He Siming planned to talk to him only after everything was arranged. As long as his parents didn’t come to disturb their lives, Jiang Rong would probably feel more at ease.
Meanwhile, Jiang Rong was fast asleep in the dormitory, completely unaware of all the thoughts and plans He Siming had made.
He was woken by noise—but he’d slept enough, so waking up wasn’t difficult.
Yao Shule and Li Yizhou both had no plans for the weekend. Some students from the neighboring dorm had gone out to play games, and when they came back, they brought along a “tail”—the enthusiastic class monitor, who was the culprit behind waking Jiang Rong.
The energetic class monitor said, “Last year, because He God hosted the New Year’s event, your dorm dodged performing. This year, you absolutely have to put on a show for me—no one’s allowed to skip! The girls’ side is super enthusiastic. As soon as we said ‘perform,’ they signed up for a girl-group dance. You’re also part of the class—you need to participate actively!”
Li Yizhou said, “Class monitor, look at me—I’m big and burly. Singing and dancing just isn’t for me. You’re not going to make me go up there and yell a couple of lines as death metal, right?”
Yao Shule, who’d refused to go on stage last year because he’d gotten tanned during military training, was actually a bit interested this year. “Then I’ll cross-dress and do a runway walk? But our school has a modeling team—there’s no way it’ll be my turn.”
Class monitor: “The cross-dressing gag is played out. Rejected. Oh right—where’s Jiang Rong?”
Everyone knew that Jiang Rong had been integrating into the group recently and had a good relationship with his roommates—he finally seemed alive.
With the three loudspeakers chatting away, Jiang Rong climbed down from his bed, looking confused. Why did they have to go on stage and perform? With his current body, he wasn’t suited for jumping around at all.
He could only say, “I’m not suitable. I don’t know how to do anything.”
Li Yizhou said, “Is He God not hosting the gala this year? Our get-out-of-jail-free card doesn’t work anymore?”
Class monitor said, “You guys live in the same dorm and you don’t even know he quit the student council? He won’t be hosting this year.”
They really didn’t know.
Yao Shule said, “Then what do we do? What kind of program can the three of us put on?”
Li Yizhou said, “Yeah. How about you call Liang Dongdong to dance hip-hop? I’ve only got chest-smashing-a-boulder left. Jiang Rong can smash with a hammer, Yao Shule can shout on the side. Those with money can support with money, those without can support with people.”
Jiang Rong burst out laughing at Li Yizhou. They were way too ridiculous.
Class monitor said, “Liang Dongdong is going with his club—they have their own program. Forget it.”
Yao Shule laughed. “That honestly sounds like a serious illness. Might as well do one of those borderline TikTok dances.”
When He Siming came in, he heard their dorm chatting animatedly, with Jiang Rong sitting off to the side grinning foolishly.
He asked, “What are you talking about? Sounds lively.”
Class monitor said, “Perfect timing—you’re back. It’s your dorm’s turn to put on a program for the New Year’s gala. You’re not escaping this year.”
Jiang Rong looked at He Siming, waiting to see what he thought.
He Siming said, “Should I invite a famous singer to help out?”
Class monitor said, “No. You might as well donate that money to an orphanage.”
Thinking of Jiang Rong’s background, He Siming said, “Alright. Do what you think is best.”
Class monitor asked, “Don’t you have any talents?”
He Siming said, “Does playing the piano count? I can’t exactly move a piano onto the stage.”
Class monitor said, “True. Anything else?”
He Siming said, “Violin.”
Yao Shule exclaimed, “He God, you know that many talents?”
Jiang Rong also looked at He Siming with full anticipation. He Siming said seriously, “It’s okay. All things my parents forced me to learn when I was young.”
Li Yizhou said, “Hey, then I know a bit of guitar.”
Yao Shule said, “I learned saxophone.”
Then everyone looked at Jiang Rong. Feeling that, in this atmosphere, he should also have some kind of talent, he blurted out, “I can play the cello.”
No one knew where Jiang Rong had learned the cello, but suddenly their dorm’s program became classy and high-end!
The class monitor said with a bitter smile, “I suddenly don’t recognize you guys anymore. Each of you hiding your skills, and you told me about smashing rocks with your chest? Once you’ve picked the pieces you’re performing, report them to me. I’m leaving!”
Then, clutching his chest in exaggerated heartbreak, the class monitor left Dorm 519.
Before He Siming could ask how Jiang Rong knew how to play the cello, Yao Shule beat him to it.
“Rongrong, you actually know how to play the cello? That thing is really hard to learn.”
Jiang Rong said, “That’s the only thing I know.”
His mother had always believed that playing the cello was a stepping stone into high society, and had made him learn it so he could marry into a wealthy family someday. She’d spent a lot of money on training classes. Jiang Rong himself had been fairly capable and learned well.
Later, when he didn’t differentiate into an Omega, his mother constantly complained in his ear about how the money had been wasted. During his time in college, without his consent, she even sold the cello he’d used for many years.
After that, all he had left was endless disappointment in his parents. He no longer expected their love.
He Siming didn’t ask anything, only said, “There’s a cello at home. I’ll bring it back for you when I go to Shanghai.”
Jiang Rong was surprised. “You’re going on another business trip?”
He Siming said, “Yeah. There are still a few things I haven’t finished handling.”
Jiang Rong asked anxiously, “Then how many days will you be gone?”
He couldn’t bear to be away from He Siming for even a day. Whenever He Siming wasn’t by his side, and his pheromones were reduced, his mood would worsen a little.
He Siming said, “I can be back by Tuesday. Three days should be enough.”
Jiang Rong thought that was fine. That night, he’d ask for more pheromones.
Their eyes met. Yao Shule suddenly realized that he and Li Yizhou couldn’t get a word in.
Fine, fine—those two had been getting along quite well recently. That was good for dorm harmony.
That evening, Jiang Rong wanted to be close to He Siming, but with Yao Shule and Li Yizhou staying in the dorm the whole time, they couldn’t do anything.
Such a good weekend, and those two didn’t even go out.
He Siming’s flight was the next morning. If he didn’t get more pheromones now, how was he supposed to get through Sunday to Tuesday?
As Jiang Rong sat at his desk, so anxious he almost wanted to scratch his ears, He Siming walked over and asked, “Going to wash up?”
Jiang Rong said, “Yeah.”
He Siming blinked at him. “Then go.”
Jiang Rong headed for the washroom. After waiting inside for a minute, He Siming pushed the door open and locked it behind him.
He Siming asked, “What’s wrong? You looked like you were about to scratch a hole through the desk.”
“Nothing like that.” Jiang Rong leaned in toward him. “You’ll be gone for three days, and I won’t be able to be close to you. I want more pheromones.”
“……” You really know how to do this.
He Siming wasn’t about to let a peach that delivered itself to his mouth go to waste. Even if it was plain, it was sweet.
“Here.” He Siming pressed a hand to the back of his head and pulled him close, their lips meeting. “As much pheromones as you want.”
While being nibbled on, Jiang Rong found a brief gap to ask, “Can you bite my neck tonight?”
If they weren’t living in a dorm, He Siming thought, he’d already have carried him to bed and kissed every inch of him.
But right now, he could only answer, “Yes.” He was increasingly unable to tolerate living in a dorm.
Reassured, Jiang Rong kissed him. The kiss grew deeper and deeper, his tongue bitten several times. His lips were probably red by now.
He Siming turned him around. “The back of your neck?”
He knew that was Jiang Rong’s favorite spot.
Jiang Rong’s eyes were filled with desire. He nodded. “Mm.”
“Hold onto the wall.”
He Siming bit down on the back of his neck. Having done it many times, he was very practiced.
Jiang Rong could clearly feel the pheromones slowly being injected into his glands.
He murmured softly, “He Siming…”
He Siming bit a little harder. “Mm, I’m here.”
Jiang Rong let out a soft sound. This time, he could feel the pheromones being injected very distinctly. Warmth spread through all his limbs and bones. After getting pregnant, it seemed he hadn’t received He Siming’s pheromones like this before—it felt completely different.
Was it because their pheromones had already intermingled?
He felt that He Siming’s pheromones carried a hint of dominance, little by little occupying his entire body.
Jiang Rong’s legs went weak. With both hands braced against the wall, he panted softly. “I’m enough… enough.”
He Siming wrapped an arm around his waist, keeping him from sliding down. “Okay. So sensitive.”
He released Jiang Rong’s neck. The bite marks were obvious, the skin slightly broken. It didn’t seem to be bleeding—there was no metallic taste in his mouth. Instead, there was an even richer, purer peach fragrance, extremely enticing.
He Siming looked at the marks and lightly kissed them. “Does it hurt?”
Jiang Rong turned around and leaned against him, breathing lightly. “It’s fine. The comfortable feeling is much stronger than the pain. That bit of pain can be ignored.”
He Siming lowered his head and bit his lip lightly. “Sooner or later…”
Bang bang bang!
Bang bang bang!
Bang bang bang!
Li Yizhou shouted urgently from outside, “He God, Jiang Rong, are you two done washing yet? I can’t hold it anymore!”
Jiang Rong hugged He Siming, smiled with a face full of springtime warmth. “Thanks, He God.”
He Siming said, “You’re welcome, Rongrong.”
Jiang Rong opened the door and walked out of the washroom with his head lowered. If Li Yizhou hadn’t been in such a hurry, he might have noticed Jiang Rong’s ears were bright red.
He Siming bent over the sink and splashed cold water onto his face.
He really didn’t want to live in a dorm.
The weekend passed, and a new week began.
Jiang Rong slowly accepted the fact that he was pregnant. Now, whenever he encountered crowds on the way to or from class, he consciously protected his belly.
Now he was facing a problem even bigger than finding out he was pregnant: as a pregnant Omega, he desperately needed Alpha pheromones for comfort.
On Saturday night, He Siming had given him a temporary mark. He’d thought it would last three days, but in reality, by Monday morning he was already craving He Siming’s pheromones intensely.
As the time He Siming spent away from the dorm increased, the pheromones belonging to him in the room grew fainter and fainter, almost to the point of being undetectable.
Although pregnant Omegas no longer went into heat, the amount of pheromones they needed was very large. They could demand pheromones from an Alpha at any time—more intense than a heat cycle.
He made it through less than half a class that afternoon before he couldn’t stand it anymore and directly asked for leave to return to the dorm.
During class hours, there weren’t many students walking around campus.
Jiang Rong kept his head down as he hurried toward the dorm. He was truly uncomfortable now, to the point that he could only walk slowly.
By the time he got back to the dorm, his back was drenched in cold sweat.
He found a down jacket of He Siming’s hanging in the dorm, hugged it to his chest, and took a sniff. There was barely any lime scent left.
Now even his breathing felt heavy. He felt miserable.
Clutching the jacket, he slumped into a chair and, with trembling fingers, started a voice call with He Siming.
He knew he shouldn’t be disturbing him at this time of day, but he really couldn’t take it.
He Siming answered.
Jiang Rong lay weakly on the jacket and said softly, “He Siming…”
He Siming immediately heard something was wrong. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”
“Mm. My pheromones are being consumed so fast. I feel a bit bad right now. I took leave and came back to the dorm.” Jiang Rong wanted to say that he wanted He Siming’s pheromones, but he still had some rationality left. He didn’t want to bother him casually. He lifted his head and looked toward He Siming’s bed. “Can I wear your clothes and sleep in your bed?”
He Siming froze. “……” Saying something like that in broad daylight—did he think He Siming was some saint like Liu Xiahui?
Still, he felt he should get used to it. Jiang Rong was always this straightforward. Maybe it was because of the pregnancy.
Jiang Rong was breathing lightly. “Is it okay? I’m really uncomfortable.”
He Siming was grateful that he was alone in the lounge area, drinking coffee to stay awake.
His Adam’s apple bobbed. “The wardrobe isn’t locked. You can wear pajamas, sleep pants—whatever you want.”
“Okay.” Jiang Rong put the phone down and went to get clothes from the wardrobe, not hanging up the call.
He Siming heard the rustling sounds of changing clothes from the dorm and wondered why he had taken this damned business trip.
A few minutes later, the sounds quieted down. After holding back for a while, He Siming finally spoke.
“Are you sleeping in my bed now?”
Jiang Rong hadn’t changed into He Siming’s pajamas. Instead, he put on a light-colored shirt. It was one that He Siming had only tried on briefly before putting back. The pheromone scent on it was much stronger than on other clothes that had been washed. Once he found it, he decisively put it on.
Jiang Rong told him, “I just put on your shirt. It has your pheromones on it.”
He Siming said, “My bed should also have the pheromones you want. Go to sleep.” He thought the pheromones Jiang Rong mentioned were just the scent of his body wash and such.
Jiang Rong climbed onto his bed with the phone in hand. “Then I’ll sleep in your blankets?”
He Siming said, “Mm.”
He heard Jiang Rong on the other end seem to hug the blanket and inhale deeply—was he breathing in his scent?
He Siming’s grip on the phone tightened as he walked toward the nearby restroom.
As he walked, he suppressed his tight voice. “Jiang Rong, I want to video call with you.”
“Wait a moment.” Jiang Rong didn’t refuse. Soon, the voice call switched to video.
His mood soared. There was so much of He Siming’s pheromones here. His whole body was crying out. He liked it so much—he wanted more.
He lifted his head from the blanket filled with He Siming’s pheromones and looked into the camera. His eyes were much clearer now.
But when He Siming saw Jiang Rong on the video, he froze in place.
Jiang Rong had half his body wrapped in the blanket, only half his face visible. His eyes were brimming with joy. One hand held up the phone for the video call. The oversized shirt hadn’t been buttoned up, revealing delicate, beautiful collarbones and a small stretch of fair chest.
Jiang Rong happily told He Siming, “I’m lying on your bed.”
