PMWAIAAPM Chapter 16

Chapter 16

The next morning, just as Xing Yang opened the door, the person next door also emerged.

“What a coincidence, good morning.” He smiled faintly, waiting for the elevator.

“Oh.” Tan Zhiyu maintained a stiff expression, not even returning a smile.

He had drunk last night, got up early, washed his face, tousled his hair, and wearing a sports outfit, had sprayed on the so-called “man-slaying” perfume, looking through the peephole for half an hour before running into him.

He was furious!!

Furious that Xing Yang was so dense!

How could he not know to compliment him?

They both got into the elevator at the same time. Tan Zhiyu was slightly taller than him and glanced at Xing Yang’s attire today—still the usual black suit, tightly wrapped around his chest muscles. If he took off his coat, the shirt underneath would definitely be bursting at the seams.

His waist was narrow again.

Xing Yang spent all day at the company; where did he find the time to go to the gym?

“About yesterday…” he was just about to break the silence.

Tan Zhiyu puffed up his chest, waiting for Xing Yang to take responsibility, waiting for him to personally admit he was attracted by his beauty, and to make a confession he couldn’t control while maintaining a cool demeanor.

Xing Yang thought he was still brooding over yesterday’s events or felt he had taken advantage of him.

After all, it was he who had taken advantage of the situation when Tan Zhiyu was drunk.

“About what happened yesterday, I will pretend nothing ever happened,” Xing Yang said.

“?”

“After all, you were drunk. I think you also hate my touch, right? I’m sorry.”

“?”

When did he ever say such things?!

“You…!” Tan Zhiyu was choked by his words, and it felt as if lead had been poured into his throat, changing the tone: “You really are—self-aware.”

What a big blockhead!

He didn’t look like he was made of ebony!

He was obviously made of elm!

His elm-headedness had corroded his nerves.

Xing Yang sensed that Tan Zhiyu was in a bad mood.

Inside the elevator, Tan Zhiyu’s pheromones created a low-pressure environment, plainly displaying his displeasure on his face.

But why was he unhappy?

Xing Yang didn’t understand.

Thinking back to their wedding day, Tan Zhiyu sat far away from him, clearly setting up three rules: a prenup, the number of marks after marriage, and a prohibition on unilateral entanglement. Even when they first partnered, Tan Zhiyu was unsatisfied with his appearance and had to wear a blindfold to mark him based on pheromone instincts.

Was he perhaps overstepping the boundaries now?

Tan Zhiyu, who became famous at a young age, was a cherished son in his family—his face was captivating that even Xing Yang had to admit subjectively and objectively. Xing Yang always thought marrying him was a bit of a debt, so he wanted to make up for it in other ways, but now he felt maybe he had lost his sense of balance and had gone too far.

It seemed necessary to keep some distance?

Upon arriving at the company, Wang Zuiqing reported on the direction of future investments and several bidding meetings and networking events.

“Huaihai Medical is entering the customs equipment…” Wang Zuiqing was interrupted suddenly.

“Secretary Wang, how long have you been married?” Xing Yang gently tapped his pen against the table, one tap after another.

Wang Zuiqing was caught off guard by this question and paused: “Three years.”

“Is your spouse a male omega?”

Wang Zuiqing replied, “Yes.”

Speaking of which, his secretary Wang Zuiqing was a very capable Beta, graduating from a prestigious Ivy League school overseas. He got married right after graduation; Xing Yang had chosen him as his secretary because he was married and not planning to have children.

Xing Yang remembered a few occasions when it was pouring rain after work, and Wang Zuiqing’s omega would come with an umbrella to pick him up—he was a handsome young man.

Xing Yang unusually put down his pen, curiously asking: “What does your husband do? I recall he’s a few years younger than you.”

“He… he cooks for me at home.” Wang Zuiqing pressed his lips together, seemingly not expecting the boss would chat with him about life: “He’s five years younger than me.”

Wang Zuiqing was the president’s assistant, with an annual salary starting from a million, and he performed his duties without mistakes. From the boss’s perspective, he was perfect.

But Xing Yang couldn’t imagine whether he was also this distant when he interacted with his partner.

He didn’t understand, so he wanted to ask.

Wang Zuiqing did not shy away from talking about his little husband; his omega was a younger junior, stuck to him during the school carnival’s craziness one night, and Wang Zuiqing ended up being attached to an omega.

There weren’t many BL relationships, and being unable to mark each other for life would leave both parties feeling insecure.

These days, Wang Zuiqing worked outside to support the family, while his little husband was a full-time cook at home, which was exceptionally sweet.

“He’s very clingy; sometimes I can’t work late mostly because he wants me to come home early.”

“I see.” Xing Yang nodded thoughtfully: “What if… you had a fight?”

Wang Zuiqing smiled helplessly: “When a man works hard outside to support the family, there’s no right or wrong at home, just him and me. Whoever lowers their head first seems… doesn’t really matter.”

“If lowering your head to comfort him makes him happy for the night, I’m willing to do that.”

Xing Yang asked again: “What if you don’t know where you went wrong?”

“Just hug for a bit, give a kiss; I can’t soothe him with pheromones, so his gland might always feel a bit uncomfortable.” Wang Zuiqing’s eyes held a hint of loneliness: “Being with me, he’s at a disadvantage; lowering my head is just to make my wife happy.”

“Wife…?” Xing Yang asked, a bit curious.

“I call him that at home; forgive me for the humor.”

Men, huh.

Only when they were in bed was there a distinction of superiority and inferiority; once they were out of bed, it was simply ‘wife’.

The one who felt more sympathy was the emotional inferior, capable only of conceding step by step.