Extra: The Liar 10 (Wolf & Rabbit) – Thank you, Shen Wenlang, but I don’t need it
“He needs an Alpha.”
The doctor from the pheromone department spoke with a serious expression, brows furrowed. Seeing the patient’s relatives remain silent, he raised his voice and repeated:
“I mean a living, breathing Alpha who can stay with him — not some artificial Alpha pheromone hallucinogen.”
“But… he never mentioned having an Alpha.”
“Then find him a new one.”
“As if I wouldn’t like to.”
Ma Heng let out an almost inaudible sigh, then looked up and asked the doctor:
“How was my compatibility test with Gao Tu? Could I be his calming-pheromone donor?”
The doctor glanced at the lab report, then nodded.
“Your compatibility is over 65%. That meets the pairing criteria. But the patient is still unconscious and unable to sign the consent form. However, his family has already agreed. Given the urgency of his condition, you can proceed with the calming pheromone treatment under the supervision of a third-party volunteer.”
The calming pheromone therapy was a key clinical project at the provincial pheromone specialty hospital this year, still in the trial stage.
As a critically ill patient with a special condition, Gao Tu had been recommended by his attending physician to join the experimental group as a subject.
After hearing that Gao Tu was in critical condition, Gao Qing rushed from Yishi to the provincial capital Jinling.
Sitting outside the ICU of the pheromone specialty hospital in Jinling, her eyes were red, her expression both angry and pained. When she saw Ma Heng, her tense face finally relaxed a little.
“What did the doctor say?”
Ma Heng forced a smile.
“My compatibility with Little Rabbit is barely enough. The doctor said he will definitely get better. Don’t worry.”
Pheromone compatibility refers to the natural physiological match between an Alpha and an Omega.
The median of random pairings is generally between 40–50%.
Research shows that when compatibility exceeds 50%, there tends to be a natural fondness between A and O, which can lead to a further relationship.
In general, deeply loving model couples usually have compatibility of 75% or higher.
However, using cold, biochemical test results to measure love and compatibility has long been criticized by many romantic idealists who believe in “pure love by nature.”
Moreover, thirty years ago, a powerful Alpha, wanting to possess an Omega with whom he had low compatibility, secretly genetically modified the Omega by injecting him with Alpha pheromone extract to forcibly raise their compatibility.
When this news was leaked by his political enemies — though key details were intercepted in time — it still caused a sensation, sparking intense public debate and outrage.
Since then, pheromone compatibility testing was heavily opposed and banned from being offered to the general public, allowed only as a medical aid.
Gao Tu had a long dream.
In the dream, he returned to the past — a time when he was still a student but hadn’t yet met Shen Wenlang.
He was ordinary, mediocre, unremarkable.
Although he lived each day anxious over scraping together living expenses, tuition, and medical bills, he never had to worry that hiding his Omega identity would bring disaster.
He could freely choose whether to continue pretending to be a “Beta,” without fearing being exposed and falling into a hopeless abyss.
In the dream, he safely lived through the long time before meeting Shen Wenlang.
And then, as expected, he met Shen Wenlang at a charity event where students gave speeches.
Shen Wenlang was still as dazzling as ever.
Standing in the audience, Gao Tu looked up at him with gratitude and admiration.
When the speech ended, Gao Tu — then in heat — held his newly donated schoolbag and left along with other students who’d also received help.
He was just a drop of water, merging into the sea of people who needed to look up to Shen Wenlang.
His body was hot, his heart beating fast. Teenage Shen Wenlang was just as radiant and untouchable as ever.
Everything was just as before.
The only difference was that this time, Gao Tu no longer overreached.
He didn’t secretly save up to buy Shen Wenlang cheap food that would just get thrown away.
He no longer took the long way around to work at a convenience store Shen Wenlang might pass by.
In the dream, Gao Tu maintained a proper, safe, and distant gaze.
He still felt grateful to Shen Wenlang — but that was all.
He no longer dared to take a step closer.
But unfortunately, even in the dream, his luck was still bad.
Even though he tried so hard to predict the outcome and keep his distance, he still ended up encountering Shen Wenlang at a convenience store where he was working.
After exercising, Shen Wenlang’s distinctive iris-scented pheromones were stronger than usual.
Just like in his memory, seeing him without warning left Gao Tu frozen in place — like a rabbit scared stiff by the lead wolf.
“How much for the coffee?”
When he didn’t answer, Shen Wenlang tapped the counter impatiently and frowned.
“Hey, classmate? Classmate?”
Gao Tu desperately wanted to say the price he knew by heart, but his tongue felt tied, as if his voice had been stolen.
Shen Wenlang clicked his tongue and, just like in memory, said with irritation:
“Why does this place have a retard manning the register?”
But this time, Gao Tu didn’t rush to explain himself.
It seemed he no longer cared what Shen Wenlang thought of him.
So he meekly accepted the cutting remark, lowered his head, and replied:
“Fifteen yuan. Cash only.”
Behind Shen Wenlang trailed a group of Omegas, each wearing that familiar, longing look of admiration that Gao Tu knew so well — and used to hate.
But oddly enough, this time, he didn’t feel hurt at all.
He no longer secretly compared himself to every Omega who liked Shen Wenlang, no longer felt ugly, unworthy, and ashamed.
Gao Tu had always been clumsy, mediocre, bland.
He’d lived those years quietly, without thinking himself good or bad.
But after meeting Shen Wenlang, those once-ordinary traits became unbearable.
Before liking Shen Wenlang, Gao Tu had actually liked himself just fine.
But Shen Wenlang was too dazzling — so dazzling that anyone who wished to stand beside him would feel worthless.
But this time, Gao Tu chose to give up.
Because the chase was exhausting.
And the result… was what it was.
In the dream, Shen Wenlang still came by the store often.
But Gao Tu no longer tried to talk to him. Instead, he kept their interactions as brief as possible.
Until that day, Shen Wenlang, just like before, handed him a bottle of bright orange sea buckthorn juice.
“Hey, try this — super sour, but good for you. You should drink something nourishing, idiot.”
Shen Wenlang smiled at him.
But this time, Gao Tu didn’t blush, didn’t explain, didn’t make Shen Wenlang laugh with his awkwardness.
Instead, with trembling hands, he gently pushed the juice back and quietly said:
“Thank you, Shen Wenlang, but I don’t need it.”
In reality, that bottle of sea buckthorn juice had always been sitting in the back of Gao Tu’s bookshelf, untouched, until it spoiled.
And when he left this time, he didn’t take anything with him.
He left Shen Wenlang — and that spoiled juice — behind in Jianghu, left them both in an unrealistic dream.
Compatibility is mutual.
To Gao Tu, Shen Wenlang was unattainable.
And once you begin to desire what isn’t yours, you’ve already fallen to greed.
Chasing something that was never yours in the first place is bound to invite retribution.
Gao Tu’s polite refusal earned him a cold look from Shen Wenlang.
Setting down the rejected juice, Shen Wenlang’s handsome face twisted:
“So you mean… you don’t want it?”
Gao Tu’s heart suddenly pounded wildly, his mouth dry, his chest burning like an anxious furnace.
His abdomen tightened — as if something foreign was inside him, churning violently.
Swallowing hard, he whispered firmly:
“Mm. I don’t want it.”
Suddenly, a strong Alpha pheromone surged forward aggressively.
Gao Tu stumbled back a step, stiffening.
Shen Wenlang grabbed his hand, forced the warm juice bottle into it, his face cold and terrifying, his voice low and dangerous:
“Even if you don’t want it — you still have to take it.”
The unfamiliar Alpha pheromone made Gao Tu’s whole body lock up.
Shen Wenlang’s face became distorted, the light around them dimmed, and Gao Tu felt himself crying — because Shen Wenlang refused to accept his rejection, and because the pain in his abdomen grew sharper and harder to bear.
“Ah… I don’t want it. It hurts…”
He whimpered weakly.
A buzzing sound filled his ears — someone seemed to be speaking to him, but he couldn’t hear or respond.
The pain was overwhelming.
His belly felt as if it were being split open, his organs spilling out, his heart gripped tight like it would be ripped from his throat.
“It hurts…”
“What do we do? He says it hurts!”
“Can we use anesthetic?”
“Not recommended.”
“Should I keep releasing the calming pheromone?”
“Continue.”
The unfamiliar Alpha scent grew stronger.
The little life inside him seemed to resist it — squirming as if rejecting the foreign presence.
“Fetal movement is very strong.”
Ma Heng frowned anxiously.
“Can we keep going? Are you sure this won’t hurt them? Doctor? Doctor?”
The doctor replied sternly:
“Don’t stop unless I tell you to. He needs to adapt. You don’t want to lose them both, do you?”
Shocked into silence, Ma Heng gritted his teeth and continued releasing calming pheromones.
Gao Tu kept his eyes shut, murmuring unconsciously in pain.
His body was fixed in place, unmoving, but his hands clenched so tight the veins bulged beneath his skin.
Sweat soaked his forehead — he looked utterly exhausted from the pain.
Ma Heng couldn’t help asking again:
“Are you sure it’s okay?”
The doctor said:
“He’s already improving. Right after surgery, he was in much worse pain but completely unresponsive because he was fully unconscious. Now, at least he can feel it. That’s a good sign.”
Seeing Ma Heng fall silent, the doctor added:
“In fact, the calming pheromone therapy has been very effective so far. If he wakes up within three days, the chances of him regaining his autonomy are very good. So we need to keep going. Don’t give up.”