PMWAIAAPM Chapter 31

Chapter 31

The rose scent on the alpha invaded his nostrils, a mixture of sour injustice.

Xing Yang’s breath, mixed with the residual nicotine, suddenly became exceptionally slow. His hand froze in mid-air, afraid to embrace Tan Zhiyu, as if fearing this was a dream.

“Zhiyu…”

He had thought they would get divorced.

Tan Zhiyu shone like a diamond in front of the camera, a fragile glass pampered in the palms of his parents. There was no need to tolerate someone who made him suffer; Xing Yang thought he would be met with anger from Tan Zhiyu, who might retaliate or engage in a shabby quarrel that would shatter his dignity, but…

The man buried his face in his neck and cried.

The sourness in his heart inexplicably spread, and as he tentatively touched Tan Zhiyu’s back, the moment he felt the tangible reality, Xing Yang seemed at a loss, a suppressed sadness evident on his angular face.

“We agreed, it’s just a marriage.”

“I’m not good-looking enough, I have a bad personality, and I might disappoint you in how I handle things. If it’s really difficult, why don’t we try getting a divorce? I can still be marked by you without moving out, alright?”

What he meant was, after the divorce, he would allow Tan Zhiyu to find the omega he liked, and until Xing Yang found a suitable partner, he could freely mark Tan Zhiyu as compensation for the divorce.

Xing Yang demeaned himself like a lowly person selling flesh for worthless gains.

“I don’t understand.” Tan Zhiyu raised his head. “Can you watch me find someone else?”

Xing Yang replied, “Of course you can after the divorce, you’re free.”

Tan Zhiyu was stunned. He felt a fire burning in his throat, like a punch hitting cotton, leaving him almost frantic.

This was a highly beneficial arrangement for him; Xing Yang offered to let him sleep for free and didn’t even require a title. He could ride the donkey while searching for a horse, and once the so-called true love arrived, he could just walk away. Such terms were irresistible to any man.

But Tan Zhiyu’s heart felt blocked. For some reason, when he looked at Xing Yang belittling himself, it hurt so much.

“Tan Zhiyu, you hate me,” Xing Yang emphasized.

“I don’t hate you anymore, okay?” Tan Zhiyu, for the first time, awkwardly released his grip and stood before him, bowing his head and pressing his nose against the man’s nose. His eyes were filled not only with grievance but also with tears that overflowed his eyes: “Do you want money? I have a lot of money… so much money.”

Could he trade a lot of money for a lot of love with Boss Xing?

“Don’t try to please them for money,” Tan Zhiyu held his face, his voice softened as he threw out temptation. “You can please me, beg me not to divorce… I can give you a lot of money, okay?”

Xing Yang carefully contemplated his words, laughing without warning.

He took a deep breath: “You like me, don’t you?”

Tan Zhiyu refused to admit it, his gaze evasive: “And you?”

Xing Yang chuckled: “I’m a businessman; I do things according to the terms we agreed upon. Actually, I’m not that great; if you dig deeper, you’ll find I have many flaws. I’m petty, brooding, love to hold grudges, and most importantly…”

As he spoke, his lips felt damp, and Tan Zhiyu’s tears dripped onto his lips.

Tan Zhiyu had been rejected for the first time in his life. And it was by his lawful husband.

“And our sizes don’t match.”

“Then… what about you taking one?”

Xing Yang chuckled softly, his dimples evident as he moved a little closer, the mix of nicotine and alcohol made every word he spoke carry a drunken charm: “Zhiyu, you’re my alpha; I’m saying this to tell you I’m not worthy of your affection.”

“Xing Yang, I hate you,” Tan Zhiyu choked, his humiliation showing through.

He had never imagined he would be toyed with by such an ordinary-looking businessman; it turned out he truly was being played with.

“Wuu wuu— I’ve said, I don’t mind you and Jiang Cheng…”

“Hey, stop crying.” Xing Yang laughed lowly, tilting his head slightly.

He held Tan Zhiyu’s face, his palm warm against his skin, the warmth gradually seeping into his flesh.

“I’ve told you my shortcomings in advance; if you’re willing, let’s give it a try.” Xing Yang kissed his lips: “Mr. Tan, has anyone ever told you that you look cute when you cry?”

Those wet eyes looked like a puppy.

“Then beg me, and I will agree… Wuu… please beg me…” Tan Zhiyu’s tears fell like rain, more anxious than ever, fearing that Boss Xing might leave.

But this feeling of being tormented strangely felt somewhat satisfying to Tan Zhiyu, along with a fleeting sense of loss came the alpha’s possessiveness, making his heart ache.

“Alright, I beg you.” Xing Yang’s fingertips brushed against his ear, making it ticklish: “Let’s try it, how about it?”

“Don’t cry, okay?”