PMWAIAAPM Chapter 33

Chapter 33

Twenty minutes later, the bathroom door was unlocked from the inside. Tan Yushen and several executives seemed to have reached some new consensus on a project in the private room, each of them slightly tipsy.

Secretary Wang held a cup of honey water and handed it to Xing Yang at once.

Xing Yang’s face was unusually flushed, a tempting red glowing beneath his honey-colored skin. He seemed quite drunk; Secretary Wang hadn’t seen him drink this much in a long time.

While receiving the honey water, Secretary Wang noticed a red mark on Xing Yang’s wrist, and coincidentally, his tie was missing.

“Xing, your alcohol tolerance isn’t great; you should take more care in the future,” Tan Zhiyu, who had just walked out behind him, kindly reminded. “Otherwise, how can you discuss business with such a low tolerance?”

“Don’t fall asleep from drinking at the table.”

“Alright, thanks for the reminder.” Xing Yang nodded, feeling the honey water soothe his throat, making him somewhat clearer.

“Zhiyu, you can’t talk to Xing like that,” Tan Yushen said, coming out with several older venture capital executives, chuckling.

The room was already quite large, and with matters nearly settled, they were preparing to leave.

Xing Yang’s significant investment indeed benefited Tan Yushen, and naturally, this had led to the investment in the Star Sea Amusement Park. In business, if the benefit outweighs the drawbacks, no one could refuse, which counted as a win-win situation.

Tan Yushen looked at his son with satisfaction; now Tan Zhiyu was thriving in the entertainment industry. As part of a prestigious family, he never considered it embarrassing for his son to appear on camera. Instead, Tan Zhiyu felt more like a product he could present, as anyone who could collaborate with him would also receive the endorsement of an international movie star.

Star power sometimes proved very useful.

“He was spoiled by me and his mother since he was young; at this age, he still doesn’t know how to speak with restraint.”

“Young Tan is straightforward, which I really admire.” Xing Yang smiled slightly, leading several executives toward the exit.

Under the bright lights, Xing Yang’s gaze flickered somewhat, and his ears turned slightly red. Although it was just polite conversation, the way he spoke it in that low, hoarse voice carried an indescribable complexity.

“That’s good; as long as Xing doesn’t mind,” Tan Yushen said, patting his shoulder. Xing Yang followed him to open the car door and sent him off after he got in.

The cooperation was basically finalized, and Tan Yushen’s domestic agenda was tight, needing to inspect accounts in several branch offices in the capital tomorrow. There was little need for face-to-face meetings other than for cooperation; the alcohol had left Xing Yang’s stomach somewhat scorched.

On the way back, Xing Yang sat in the back seat with his eyes closed. Secretary Wang knew his boss was an omega and that he himself was a beta; he couldn’t sense an omega’s heat and thus couldn’t determine if Xing Yang’s discomfort was related.

“Do you need me to get you a suppressor from the pharmacy?” Secretary Wang asked, looking at the rearview mirror.

“No need.”

Xing Yang frowned, clearly feeling extremely uncomfortable…

He had been enduring since he came out of the restroom earlier. Secretary Wang was puzzled; if an omega were in heat, unless marked by an alpha, someone at the dinner table should have sensed his scent. Xing Yang’s discomfort should probably be due to drinking…

“What time is it?” Xing Yang asked.

“It’s almost midnight.”

“Drive faster.” Xing Yang’s Adam’s apple moved slightly as he kept an ice patch on his gland. Secretary Wang didn’t say any more and quietly pushed down on the gas.

He had worked beside the boss for a long time. Xing Yang was so obsessed with work that it was shocking; as a beta, Secretary Wang couldn’t smell the pheromones. So, during prior heat cycles, he would calmly instruct the secretary to buy suppressors. Sometimes a single injection wouldn’t suffice, and he would get another dose without waiting for the effects to kick in, and then the boss would throw himself back into work.

Boss Xing had never brought his emotional highs and lows into work or life.

For the first time, Secretary Wang saw impatience on the boss’s face.

He drove Xing Yang to Butterfly Manor: “Xing, your pants are wet.”

“How much longer?”

Xing Yang didn’t respond; he just wanted to know how long until they were home…

About ten more minutes.

This answer would clearly make Xing Yang feel as though the world was collapsing around him. Indeed, no one could smell the pheromones on him; that was because Tan Zhiyu had bitten him on the back of the neck, marking him temporarily. With only twenty minutes in the restroom, that was a short time for them, given their incompatible sizes.

Today, Xing Yang learned that the most crushing thing for an omega was never the heat phase but being temporarily marked during that heat, even having his reproductive cavity penetrated in the restroom. Yet, Tan Zhiyu had pulled out at the last moment, not fully marking him.

He said the time was too short, wanting to go home to savor it slowly.

Savor what?

His dark wood-like faint scent.

Ants crawled through the limbs and bones of the omega; he suddenly regretted agreeing to try with Mr. Tan. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been tortured like this; it was truly unbearable.

Xing Yang only felt empty. He needed something to fill him up; his reproductive cavity needed to be irrigated.

Of course, it couldn’t be with Mr. Tan’s tears.

Secretary Wang had only been to Butterfly Manor a few times. Just as the car parked in the garage, he was about to help support Xing Yang, but the door was suddenly opened by someone waiting outside.

Tan Zhiyu, who should have left with Tan Yushen, leaned against the car’s trunk, opening the door for him, a somewhat charming smile rising: “I guess Xing Yang needs help.”

He effortlessly exhibited a hint of rebelliousness, his fairy-like fair face illuminated by the garage lights, reflecting a near-vampiric delicacy.

Xing Yang beckoned with his finger: “Get in.”

Tan Zhiyu walked before Secretary Wang: “Please step aside.”

“Okay…” Secretary Wang moved aside, still unclear about what was happening.

After all, Tan Zhiyu had never given Xing Yang any good face previously, always relying on his background to feel superior and making it hard for Xing Yang. Was it possible that in order to facilitate this business deal, Xing Yang was also attempting to win Tan Zhiyu over?

Secretary Wang knew of Tan Zhiyu’s reputation in the industry; he was notoriously difficult.

But in the next moment, the car door shut, the dark glass reflecting Secretary Wang’s own clear face, and he was momentarily stunned.

Secretary Wang outside the car: “?”

Until the car shook slightly, Secretary Wang recalled Xing Yang’s discomfort. Tan Zhiyu was an alpha, and had always had issues with the executives; things could easily go wrong.

But the door was already locked, and the window only presented an endless blackness. Secretary Wang frowned: “Xing, do you need me to call security?”

He felt somewhat worried; after all, the boss had invested so much effort into this deal and hadn’t drunk like this in a long time.

Another two or three seconds passed, and a crack appeared as the window slowly rolled down. Secretary Wang only saw a blurred figure overlapping, that voice, which had always disliked his family’s Xing Yang, said: “Isn’t the executive secretary supposed to be observant? Why isn’t he leaving yet…”

Also a man, that low, hoarse voice and the soft sounds of fabric rubbing sent Secretary Wang reeling.

“You’ve finished work,” Xing Yang stated.

The window shut again.

Secretary Wang: “……”

He had a strong sense that he would be fired tomorrow; was it just a feeling?

What exactly was happening inside was self-evident.

The composed Xing Yang was now sitting precariously; he hadn’t experienced being threatened like this in a long time. In the restroom, Tan Zhiyu was clearly on the verge of marking him but instead chose to torment Xing Yang and make him suffer.

“I said I would try with you, but this isn’t how you try it,” Xing Yang expressed his deep dissatisfaction, frowning as he kissed Tan Zhiyu passionately.

Xing Yang’s lips were somewhat thick, looking very soft, and they felt even better to bite. Tan Zhiyu, like a giant golden retriever, buried his head completely into Xing Yang’s firm yet soft chest, eagerly inhaling the mixed scent of him and his own rosy fragrance.

Xing Yang’s body, developed from years of working out, was simply superb, every part looking exceptionally full yet still maintaining the softness of an omega.

Xing Yang found himself completely overwhelmed; this was practically torture.

“Mark me, hurry up.”

Tan Zhiyu’s Adam’s apple rolled slightly as he leaned back against the back seat: “How come you’re not begging me?”

Xing Yang raised a hand and slapped him, trembling as he urged: “Hurry.”

Xing Yang, who usually treated him gently, was now showing serious dissatisfaction. Their bodies were hot and sticky.

Tan Zhiyu’s tongue pressed against the inner walls of his mouth; that blissful feeling was inexplicable as he watched Xing Yang being driven to the brink.

So, it turned out that the non-gentle side of him was so domineering.

He grasped his waist: “So beautiful…”

The teardrop mole under Xing Yang’s eye seemed to pull him in like an endless black hole. His throat tightened, and his gaze became hazy, as if Xing Yang were the most beautiful body he had ever seen, beneath which was a mysterious and alluring soul he could not capture.

The car interior was dim; they were tightly pressed together, deeply kissing.

He loved watching Xing Yang being driven to urgency by him; Xing Yang needed him, needed his kisses, needed his embrace.

He really liked it, really liked it…

“Who is tormenting whom, really…”

“We’re tormenting each other,” Xing Yang chuckled softly.

This kind of torment brought a beautiful sensation, as if returning to humanity’s most primitive reproductive urges.

From the car to Tan Zhiyu’s home, there were no safety measures.

Perfect compatibility, Xing Yang’s scent was released. It was like a calm surface of water; as it mingled with Tan Zhiyu’s roses, countless ripples emerged, layer upon layer of waves capsizing all small boats, drowning all humanity.

Until the early morning, the pool was full.

Roses had bloomed countless times in the water. Finally, Xing Yang could no longer withstand it, his voice hoarse as he spoke, “Enough…”

Tan Zhiyu had never been this reckless. When with Xing Yang, he had been cautious not to appear too obvious for fear of making the boss proud. He preferred to save all his feelings for once, waiting until the person left to gather his clothes and return to the bedroom, inhaling his scent.

They were trying each other, and they no longer needed to hide it.

No need to conceal anything; they were in love now.

So this was the thrill of new romance.

On Tan Zhiyu’s twenty-eighth birthday, he welcomed his first passionate love with Boss Xing.