Extra: The Liar 15 (Wolf–Rabbit 2nd couple): Excuse me, are you President Shen’s Omega father?
Lately, Ma Heng had been frowning constantly.
He felt like a mouse under a cat’s gaze, a rabbit under a wolf’s eye—forced to wander, moving house day after day.
More precisely, it wasn’t him who was being targeted, but his old neighbor, Gao Tu.
When he first heard that Gao Tu was pregnant, Ma Heng had been stunned for a moment, because in his memory, Gao Tu was supposed to be a Beta.
Ma Heng had liked Gao Tu for a long time. Ever since they were young, he’d admired this tough, steady, seemingly unflappable neighbor.
For him, running into Gao Tu by chance on the high-speed rail after so many years felt like an unexpected stroke of luck. And when Gao Tu agreed to rent a room in his apartment, Ma Heng took it as a sign that Gao Tu didn’t dislike him.
That afternoon, when he drove Gao Tu to meet Gao Ming, he had a very bad feeling the whole way. So he lingered near the café and ended up saving Gao Tu, who had climbed out a bathroom window to escape.
“I’m an Omega… pheromone disorder… please, please save my baby.”
Before passing out, Gao Tu clutched Ma Heng’s arm tightly. Despite his desperation, his voice was weak, barely a thread.
The sage scent—something Ma Heng had never smelled before—filled the cramped car, intense and tragic, like the final flare of a dying star.
Modern medicine deserved credit.
Thanks to timely treatment, Gao Tu miraculously survived, and the baby in his belly also held on.
Before Ma Heng could even process that the Beta he liked was actually an Omega, he was forced to accept that the Omega he liked was carrying someone else’s child.
But he didn’t have time to brood—because the Alpha who’d gotten Gao Tu pregnant was a dangerous madman.
The first time Ma Heng saw Shen Wenlang’s carpet-bombing search ads was while Gao Tu was still in the hospital.
Even just stepping out to buy breakfast, he saw dozens of billboards playing Shen Wenlang’s video.
The whole city was buzzing about this fabulously wealthy young mogul, praising his loyalty, his devotion to his missing old friend, calling him righteous and sentimental.
Even the little Omegas waiting in line for soy milk and fried dough were gossiping.
“Shen Wenlang is so Alpha! Truly an S-class! Even searching for someone is so dramatic—textbook domineering CEO!”
“Yeah! And he’s so handsome! Ugh! If that Secretary Gao doesn’t want to go back, Shen can consider me! I’d be fine with it!”
“Me too!”
“Hahaha!”
Standing behind them, Ma Heng scoffed to himself.
Omegas these days were so shallow—how could they just look at the face?
Although the little rabbit hadn’t told him the whole story, judging from Gao Tu’s anxious demeanor and Gao Qing’s refusal even to mention the Alpha, Ma Heng guessed that this S-class Alpha named Shen wasn’t a good person.
Maybe his search was just a ruse to lure Gao Tu back and hurt his unborn child.
Wasn’t that how it went in TV dramas? Some rich young master toys with a naïve Omega, then shirks responsibility, afraid the Omega will use the pregnancy to gain favor—so he puts on a big show, spending money and manpower to trick them back.
But Ma Heng was sure Gao Tu wasn’t that kind of greedy person.
That clumsy rabbit had never fought for himself, always choosing to endure everything alone.
That terrible, unfaithful S-class Alpha was probably just infatuated for now. A few more days without finding the rabbit and he’d likely lose interest.
Optimistically, Ma Heng thought, the doctor had said his pheromone compatibility with Gao Tu wasn’t bad. So as long as he was proactive, he and Gao Tu could still have a future together.
Even though Gao Tu was carrying another man’s child, as long as he was willing, Ma Heng didn’t mind raising an extra little one.
He himself had been orphaned young, with no siblings, and very lonely. His grandmother, who shared a surname with Gao Tu, had always favored that neighbor boy—letting him sleep over when his parents fought or his father stayed out all night. Over time, they grew closer, their bond deepening.
Ma Heng believed they had a foundation of feelings. That abandoned S-class Alpha was no match for him.
What he hadn’t counted on was Shen Wenlang’s persistence and determination.
Shen Wenlang didn’t just put up ads—when Gao Tu was discharged, that madman escalated to a nationwide reward.
The bounty for valid information rose from 500,000 to a staggering 10 million.
“If anyone can help me find this friend of mine, I’m willing to offer additional reward.”
When that statement dominated the biggest social media platform for 24 hours, Ma Heng, who came early to pick up Gao Tu from the hospital, didn’t dare let him see anyone anymore.
He belatedly realized he was facing an unstoppable storm.
Under heavy rewards, countless eyes scrutinized them like microbes under a microscope—every move magnified, recorded, and reported.
That Shen Wenlang really seemed to have nothing better to do.
He could appear at Gao Tu’s rented apartment within hours.
Ma Heng and Gao Qing had installed six or seven cameras in the hallway, monitoring the comings and goings constantly, barely managing to stay ahead—so that Ma Heng could whisk the wheelchair-bound Gao Tu away each time.
“Brother Ma Heng, I’m so sorry.”
Sitting in the “getaway” car, Gao Tu looked guilty. His face was still pale, his appetite poor. The substitute pheromones helped, but without a real Alpha’s presence, he still felt unwell.
As his pregnancy progressed and stabilized, the violent nausea subsided, but Gao Tu still couldn’t gain weight, and the baby often kicked angrily inside when it couldn’t sense its biological father’s scent.
Unlike the meek Gao Tu, the child seemed unwilling to endure any grievance.
The frail Gao Tu was tormented by this little rabbit mercilessly, barely able to stand and walk a few steps without breaking into a cold sweat.
After fleeing through five cities, Ma Heng—who had even taken a long leave to stick by Gao Tu—finally began to feel at his wits’ end.
Money could make ghosts work, but that bastard Alpha’s reach was too long.
Ma Heng started seriously considering moving to a remote city—or even going abroad.
But an international move would draw attention, and given that madman’s methods, he doubted they could even get past airport security without being intercepted.
Just when Ma Heng was at his most desperate, a very unexpected guest appeared at their temporary hiding place.
“Go to V-country.”
The visitor was a tall, sharp-featured male Omega.
Sitting calmly in their modest but tidy living room, his commanding tone brooked no refusal.
“V-country?”
“Yes.” The Omega, who introduced himself as Ying, nodded solemnly. “I’ve arranged everything there. You leave tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?!” Ma Heng stared in shock.
V-country was prosperous, scenic, and not visa-free for most.
The pale visitor, hands folded at his chest, looked frail yet steely-eyed—his presence made others instinctively obey.
“Everything is arranged,” he said. “I’ve prepared new passports for you both. Someone will meet you there and take care of everything.”
Ma Heng suspiciously flipped through the pristine passports.
Beside him, Gao Tu stared at the uninvited Omega for a long while, then suddenly asked:
“Excuse me… are you President Shen’s Omega father?”
Ying froze, clearly surprised by the question and the way Gao Tu addressed Shen Wenlang.
After a few seconds, instead of answering, he countered:
“Have you seen me before?”
“Mm.” Gao Tu nodded. “I saw your photo in his study at home.”
Seeing Ying’s silence, he added:
“It was a family portrait. President Shen seemed to value it a lot.”
After a pause, he said softly:
“I heard you passed away… I didn’t expect that to be a misunderstanding. That’s a relief.”
Ying still didn’t answer directly. He only said:
“Wenlang doesn’t know how to love. If he hurt you, I apologize on his behalf.”
Love?
Gao Tu smiled bitterly.
This sickly yet commanding Omega was giving him too much credit.
He’d never had any “love” with Shen Wenlang.
If he could, he’d trade anything to erase that one night of mistake and madness.
—
The trip to V-country went far more smoothly than expected.
Ying truly seemed to have powerful connections.
The new passports gave Ma Heng and Gao Tu completely new identities.
They slipped past Shen Wenlang’s network, breezed through customs, and boarded their flight to V-country unhindered.