Living With The Arch Enemy Chapter 1

Grover Shen picked up a dying human cub. After being sent to the hospital, he was diagnosed with severe pheromone deficiency syndrome. He had to find the child's biological parents as soon as possible.

The doctor squinted his eyes, looked at the identical cubs, and asked, "Isn't it really your cub?"

Grover snorted proudly: "Double S-level Alphas are not born with this function."

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I don't know why the little guy particularly likes my pheromones. When I hold him in my arms, he inhales them like a storm.

Grover couldn't get rid of the little oil bottle.

I work hard every day to find the little boy’s parents.

Until one day, he accidentally brought home the underwear of his arch-rival Thomas Gu.

The little boy couldn't put it down, hugging the clothes and shouting: "papa~"

Grover was alert:?

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"A classic case of parental pheromone deficiency syndrome."

After reading the medical report from beginning to end, the doctor came to a not-so-good conclusion: "The baby has not felt the pheromones of his parents for too long, so he has a fever, is irritable, and keeps crying."

He pushed up the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose and repeatedly studied the faces of two people, one big and one small, who looked almost exactly the same.

He was confused and asked, "Why is there a lack of parental pheromones? This child is not yours?"

Grover's beautiful almond-shaped eyes suddenly widened, and his temples were so shocked by the doctor's words that he wanted to take out his ID card and prove it on the spot: "I am Alpha, I was born without this innate function."

"Is there a possibility that it's your omega..."

"Uncle." Grover quickly spoke up to stop the doctor's slander about his innocence: "I have been clean and self-sufficient all my life. I really picked up this child on the street, and it is a lesson for the world."

It couldn't be more true.

Grover had just finished speaking.

The door of the clinic was roughly pushed open with a bang, and several uniformed policemen came in one after another. All of them had serious expressions and looked righteous.

The leading police officer looked around the room and asked sternly, "Who called the police to find the abandoned baby?"

Grover raised his hand in the gap: "I, I called the police."

As he said that, he quickly raised the little baby in his arms who was biting his fingers and choking secretly: "Uncle policeman, this is the abandoned baby I picked up."

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, and several burning gazes were focused on Grover.

The air pressure in the room suddenly dropped.

The policeman looked at Grover, then looked at the baby in Grover's arms who was holding tightly onto the corner of his clothes.

The two people cannot be said to be cut from the same mold, at least they look alike.

It is self-evident what the relationship is.

...

Everyone's facial expressions relaxed in unison, but the policeman still maintained a dignified attitude and scolded Grover with a frown.

"Comrade handsome young man, next time you waste police force, you will be reported and criticized!"

"I didn't!" Grover stood up, pinched the baby's armpits with both hands and held the child high in front of the police: "He is really an unwanted child."

"Pa...Papa..." The little boy seemed to understand Grover's vicious comments. He burst into tears instantly and struggled to get into Grover's arms, looking like he was wronged and wanted a hug from his father.

Grover: ...

Good boy, you are blackmailing him on purpose.

"Look, the child knows how to call dad." The policeman smiled and patted Grover's shoulder, and kindly advised: "Even if you and your wife have a conflict, don't have the evil intention of abandoning the child."

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Grover's handsome face almost turned into a bitter melon: "I haven't graduated from college yet, and I haven't gotten married yet. It's really not my child."

Policeman: "Don't worry, as long as you apply for a new marriage certificate and birth certificate in time, the law will not punish you."

Grover: ...

Well done to popularize science, don’t do it again next time.

He can't explain it even if he opens a hundred mouths.

Grover wanted to explain himself again: "This is really not mine..."

But someone spoke first, and the police almost commanded him: "If you are fine, take your children home early and don't make your family worry."

"No, police officer, I..."

"Okay, there is no family conflict that cannot be resolved. Go back as soon as possible after you are sick. The child is still young and cannot live without his mother."

After counseling Grover, several people quickly left on the grounds that they were busy with work and had no time to play house with him.

Grover was left in a mess in the consulting room, holding a small oil bottle that he couldn't get rid of.

The doctor looked just as I expected.

While moaning, she was typing away on the computer: "Pheromone deficiency is a disease that generally can't be cured by medicine. All you need to do is give your child more pheromones from your parents. I've prescribed some nutritional supplements to supplement trace elements for you. Take them home and give them to your baby once a day."

Grover had a resigned attitude, "Open it, open the most expensive and best one."

Anyway, every penny he spends on the little ba5tard now will be paid back to his biological father a thousand times later.

Since no one is helping him find it, he will look for it himself.

Grover angrily went to pay the money and get the medicine, holding the white, tender and soft baby in his arms like a kitten, and left the hospital feeling very unhappy.

I hailed a taxi on the side of the road and went straight to the house I rented.

The little baby seemed to know that Grover disliked him. He hiccupped and curled up in Grover's arms all the way. His soft little hands held the corners of his clothes from beginning to end and never let go. His beautiful, watery eyes never stopped. Staring at Grover.

I was afraid that if I blinked, the other person would disappear again.

Grover was so stuck that he couldn't do anything, so he held the child and opened the door with difficulty.

Fortunately, he rented a house for himself when he went to school, otherwise he would have brought a grown-up son home for no reason and been beaten by his parents until he died at the age of 20.

Taking the child into the bedroom and putting him on the bed, he seemed to feel the smell of pheromones.

The little baby struggled to crawl to Grover's pillow, and hugged Grover's pillow with his hands and feet like a little sloth, absorbing the remaining pheromones on it in big gulps.

Like a traveler trapped in the desert, extremely hungry and thirsty, he finally found a clear spring.

"You wouldn't like smelling my pheromones, would you?"

The little baby was so happy that he rubbed his chubby little face here and there. His eyes were red from crying, and he looked pitiful and cute at the same time: "woya~"

Grover was shocked. The biology book said that cubs were only sensitive to their parents' pheromones. So why did they like to smell his pheromones now?

He raised his arm and tried to smell the scent on his body, which smelled like strawberry ice cream.

The case is solved.

No human cub can resist this taste.

Grover watched the baby nuzzling himself happily against the pillow. He turned around and was about to go to the refrigerator to find a bottle of drink to quench his thirst.

As soon as I took half a step away from the bedroom, a loud air-raid siren sounded in my ears the next second.

While crying, the little kid stumbled to the bedside with difficulty, and was about to get out of bed and chase him.

Grover did not expect that this child would not be able to leave him for a minute, and he was so annoyed that he would pack up the toys he slept with, the sheets he slept on, and the clothes he wore to make a nest for him.

Looking at the kid giggling while holding his toy, Grover finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Make time to call for help immediately.

Fifteen minutes later, his good friend Logan Chen arrived quickly.

Grover said that he had something extremely urgent to discuss with him, but as soon as he entered the room, he saw Grover lying dead on the sofa.

He immediately became furious: "Tell me, why does a turkey cost 100,000?"

Grover looked like a walking corpse that had been squeezed dry. He pointed at his bedroom with his arms straight: "Inside."

Full of doubts, he walked around Grover and pushed open the door.

When he saw the mess of clothes and toys all over the room, he blurted out, "Was your house robbed?"

Grover said weakly: "I guess so."

Those who commit fraud are also considered thieves.

As he spoke, he pulled apart the layers of clothes that were tangled together and dug out a fussy little kid from inside: "You don't have classes this afternoon, so help me take care of him."

After seeing the child's appearance clearly, Logan was so frightened that her legs trembled and she almost couldn't stand.

She swallowed and shifted her gaze from the baby's face to Grover's face, and advised earnestly: "Grover, even if Thomas is your mortal enemy and always suppresses you and makes you unhappy, we won't kidnap his son!"

"The child is innocent! He is young!"

Grover: "?"