PMWAIAAPM Chapter 12

Chapter 12

“I didn’t do anything! I really don’t feel well.” He covered his face, awkwardly turning his gaze away, as if the slightest word would tie his tongue.

“Zhiyu, it’s not that I’m saying this, but you and Xing Yang are about the same age, yet your experiences aren’t as rich as his. He’s a boss who crawled up from the bottom. Getting to where he is today isn’t luck; marrying you was to fulfill your physical needs. If you were serious, then you’ve lost.”

Tan Zhiyu narrowed his eyes angrily and said, “Who’s being serious?!”

“Right, right, you’re not serious. You just accidentally clicked on his Moments, just accidentally magnified the Moments’ photo, okay?”

Tan Zhiyu’s face didn’t flush, nor did his heart race: “True.”

Li Yue replied, “I give up.”

“I have my looks, I have my figure, and the line of people chasing me stretches to the horizon. How could I like him? Compare us honestly, me and him! Obviously, my conditions are better than his! You’re the one hoping he doesn’t overstep and wants to play the unspoken rules with me!”

Tan Zhiyu’s anger built up, blocking his chest with frustration: “It was he who begged me to marry him, OK?”

Li Yue, just offering a few words of advice, found Tan Zhiyu blowing up like he had stepped on an electric wire.

“Ok, ok, when you both got married it was agreed upon for just two years. After you turn 30, he can get his gland removed, and you’ll part ways. Isn’t that better than anything?”

Although Tan Zhiyu was under 30 this year, and his acting skills were fine, he often missed out on awards because his stunning face overshadowed his acting.

Tan Zhiyu always felt he was a very career-oriented person.

But in these few days, he had been distracted.

Listening to Li Yue’s analysis in front of him, he held his phone, looking at the chat interface with Xing Yang.

It lingered on Xing Yang’s words about giving him a good morning kiss next time.

Just thinking that two years later they would get divorced.

Xing Yang’s gentle demeanor, his soft, firm chest, made him feel a bit… indescribably lost inside.

“I can’t look up to him.”

Li Yue shrugged, clearly indifferent.

“Since your state isn’t good, why not rest a bit?” She patted his shoulder. “It’s your birthday today; aren’t your parents back?”

“No.”

Tan Zhiyu lightly tugged at the corner of his mouth: “What’s there to accompany? I’m not a child.”

Li Yue laughed heartily: “Alright, then.”

She knew Tan Zhiyu had never liked celebrating his birthday; every year, the most she did was give him a day off as a gift.

But who in the world could actually hate celebrating a special day?

Tan Zhiyu glanced at his phone several times; his parents’ pages were very mundane, as they had long forgotten today was his birthday.

When they remembered in a few days, his father would send him a sports car, and his mother would fly back from abroad to bring him a long-abandoned Gundam.

He was no longer a child.

Yet every year it was the same, unbearably boring.

When he arrived home, he sat in the garage, staring blankly, repeatedly opening Moments on his phone, uncertain about what he wanted to see, scrolling aimlessly.

Because going home meant an empty house. Next door, Boss Xing kept a cat; he had nothing.

People often say parents love their children most; online, it was always hyped that Tan Zhiyu was the pampered young master of the family, but this love…

It was a bit too dull.

His spirits low, he went upstairs, and the moment the elevator door opened, he froze in his tracks; the garbage he had left at the door in the morning was gone.

The door was ajar, and among the two households in that corridor, only those with his family’s key could…

“When did you come back?”

“Why are you up so early today?”

Tan Zhiyu bumped into Xing Yang, who was peeking out from his home, preparing to throw out the garbage. Both spoke in unison.

“What are you doing?” Tan Zhiyu narrowed his eyes, looking disdainfully at the apron on Xing Yang.

The black apron was covered in flour, and Xing Yang hadn’t changed out of his suit yet, boldly cooking in his house.

He looked somewhat disheveled, the serious glasses he wore fogged with a layer of flour.

“Is your gas bill overdue?” Tan Zhiyu slipped a hand into his pocket, his eyes harboring a smile of surprise he hadn’t even noticed, jokingly saying.

Usually, they didn’t disturb each other.

Moreover, Xing Yang should be having dinner with a beautiful lady in Switzerland, not cooking gas at his house.

Xing Yang hadn’t expected him to be back so early and didn’t know how to explain the awkward situation right now.

Tan Zhiyu stepped inside; there were several dishes on the table, along with whipped cream. The air was filled with the moist scent of strawberry cream, and the oven inconveniently beeped, pressing the sour and ambiguous start button in the large room.

Little balloons, half inflated, stuck to the wall, piecing together the word “happy,” the birthday still unfulfilled.

“You…”