PMWAIAAPM Chapter 42

Chapter 42: So We Got Married

The agent discovered that Tan Zhiyu was missing and turned back to find him, thinking, “What the hell, it’s already this time? Can you hurry up—”

Crossing the silent hallway, the sounds of excited fans echoed from downstairs. Li Yue anxiously looked at her watch and hurried back to search for him. The makeup room was empty.

Li Yue: “……”

Damn it! What kind of sin did she commit to end up with this kind of artist?

Which alien came to Earth and replaced Tan Zhiyu’s brains with love-struck ones!!!

Li Yue expressionlessly dialed Xing Yang’s phone, and the ringing began from just a wall away. Following the sound, she finally reached the door of the emergency exit and was about to knock when the heavy wooden door was pulled open from the inside.

Tan Zhiyu was coming out while straightening his slightly wrinkled suit. “Cough… I didn’t expect to run into Mr. Xing here.”

Xing Yang stood not far away in the corner, taking a sharp breath as he rubbed his bitten lip. Suddenly coming to himself, he said, “Ah right, Tan Tan… about the collaboration.”

Li Yue: “……”

She suspected she was part of some act, but she had no evidence. The ringing stopped abruptly. Li Yue tightened her grip on her phone, forcing the words out through clenched teeth: “Get downstairs! Tan Zhiyu, can you have a little professionalism? What business do you have up here? Hurry up, for god’s sake! The brand representatives are waiting downstairs!”

The sponsored products were also scheduled for promotional activities in the same mall, and downstairs the host was practically running out of breath.

This guy was actually up here kissing his husband!

Heavens above—

Someone strike her down with lightning, otherwise, once Tan Zhiyu’s hidden marriage gets exposed, her conscience as his agent for helping conceal it would be hard to cleanse even by being struck seventy-seven times by thunder. That would be simply immoral.

At first, Tan Zhiyu only sought a solution because his glands were unresponsive to the suppressants. She had agreed to let them get married because Tan Zhiyu loved his work so much; Xing Yang simply wasn’t his type. It was also part of her job to help her artist out of troubles. It definitely wasn’t because Xing Yang had given her five million as a kickback along with two luxurious apartments in the capital.

Moreover, how did Xing Yang even manage to pull it off? He actually made the iron tree, which hadn’t bloomed in a million years… suddenly sprout blossoms?

“Mr. Xing, the brand representatives are still waiting downstairs,” Li Yue said, politely preparing to take them away.

Xing Yang held her back. “Sister Li, I know it’s not easy for you. He just wasn’t feeling well because of his glands; I just helped solve it, so please don’t mind.”

As he spoke, a card was shoved into Li Yue’s hand.

Li Yue: “…..”

In fact, she also thought that a man loaded with riches was very handsome.

“Not a big deal, it’s just a small matter. I’ll take Zhiyu down now; if there’s anything, you can talk at home, okay?” Li Yue coughed twice, trying to return the card. “I can’t accept this.”

“Just fifty thousand; don’t look down on it. When talking with Zhiyu, don’t rush; I felt you were a bit harsh just now.”

Implying that he was unsatisfied with how Li Yue had spoken to Tan Zhiyu just now.

Heh, did he think of her as a money-hungry NPC? Would she change her attitude towards Tan Zhiyu just for money? No way!

“The remaining fifty thousand will be transferred to your card later.” Xing Yang smiled slightly, his charm comparable to Renminbi.

“Alright then, Brother Tan, shall we go?” Li Yue extended her hand to open the door and even took the initiative to straighten Tan Zhiyu’s wrinkled suit.

The corner of Tan’s mouth curled up slightly, radiating confidence as he descended the stairs. Before leaving, he declared, “You better control yourself; if there’s another time, I won’t forgive you.”

The family hierarchy was evident, and Xing Yang completely accepted it: “Okay.”

–

As the alpha left, the enthusiastic shouting downstairs surged once again, the sounds distant yet close. Xing Yang touched his warm glands and shook his head helplessly.

Turning the corner of the corridor, he spotted a small figure squatting down, drooping his head, staring blankly in the direction of the escalator.

“Secretary Song, what are you doing here?” He remembered having someone wait for him downstairs.

Song Tian came back to his senses, looking a bit dazed as he raised his head, only to let his brow furrow down again, his voice soft and ethereal, “Ah… I… I was afraid you’d want to eat popcorn….”

Xing Yang frowned slightly; he sensed something was off with Song Tian’s emotions.

The man squatted down, meeting him at eye level. He actually thought of Secretary Song as a very cute young boy. Once, for his grandfather’s medical treatment, Song Tian had sold his body pretending to be mature and reckless; in reality, while working beside him, he was just a naive and beautiful Baihe flower, lovely, innocent, and fragrant.

“Is your leg numb from squatting?” Xing Yang reached out his hand to him.

Song Tian froze for a moment, hesitating for a long while before he extended his hand.

Xing Yang’s warm, broad palm enveloped his tender little hand. He pursed his lips, revealing a deep dimple, and raised his hand to offer the popcorn he was holding: “This, I’ll return it to you.”

“Sorry… I didn’t know it was for someone else, and I ate a lot…”

The caramel sweetness lingered in his mouth for quite a while, not dissipating.

“It’s just a bucket of popcorn; did it really upset you this much?” Xing Yang ruffled his soft short hair. “Mr. Xing is not as stingy as you think.”

Tan Zhiyu definitely wouldn’t want that bucket of popcorn anymore; why provoke another poor kid into unhappiness?

Little boys were indeed much easier to soothe than grown ones.

This floor was where the staff gathered, and through the open center, they could see the bustling crowd downstairs, as well as Tan Zhiyu, surrounded by a dark aura like the center of a universe; he stood amongst everyone, dazzling.

Xing Yang stood at the railing peering down, chewing on sweet popcorn. “It really is a bit too sweet….”

“Mr. Xing, your neck….”

Song Tian reminded him.

A small red mark was visible, clearly marked from a hard sucking, vibrant and conspicuous, hiding at the edge of his tie, occasionally revealing with the man’s movements, like it was now.

Xing Yang had no intention of hiding it at all; rather, he smiled softly and asked, “What do you think of Zhiyu?”

“Mr. Tan, right?” Song Tian was taken aback by the sudden question, testing the waters.

He didn’t know what kind of relationship Tan Zhiyu and Mr. Xing had. When Mr. Xing saved him that year, he even stayed at Mr. Xing’s home for a while. He knew Xing Yang was single.

Mr. Xing had once said that if he couldn’t be with the one he loved in the future, he would rather not marry his whole life and be happy with work.

Back then, Song Tian saw Mr. Xing as his ambitions and goals. He envied those who could be favored by Mr. Xing and wondered who could make Mr. Xing love and yearn.

But Tan Zhiyu was a star who had been famous for over a decade, and back then, Mr. Xing was still starting from scratch…

Were they just playing around?

“Yes, he’s great, right?” Xing Yang turned his head, a hint of pride unmistakable in his gaze and tone.

This statement made Song Tian’s heart ache; he could read a profound love from the man’s eyes, even from so far away, with Xing Yang looking down from the upper level making him appear as a tiny black dot.

But he only needed a glance to pinpoint that person and follow him without breaking eye contact.

“Mr. Tan really is great. Mr. Xing, I remember you saying that if you were to marry in the future… it wouldn’t be with someone you didn’t love. He…”

Tan Zhiyu was the Alpha, and their genders complemented each other. Song Tian preferred to believe that this was just Xing Yang succumbing to the heat’s torment, seeking a bit of fun.

“Yes, so we got married.”

Xing Yang spread his fingers: “But still lacking a wedding ring, probably won’t propose for now.”

Song Tian felt a buzzing in his ears; he could hardly believe this fact. He wished it was just one-sided feelings from Xing Yang.

Yet, the triumphant expression Tan Zhiyu had when kissing Xing Yang in the stairwell just now was clearly telling him otherwise.

They had fallen in love.

Their love burned hotter than fire.

Song Tian chuckled softly, lowering his head, “Oh…”

He suddenly felt like a joke, but also sympathized with Mr. Xing immensely.

Recalling the past, he had nearly been played to death just to gather money; Xing Yang saved him. He stayed at Xing Yang’s house to recuperate, stepping into this man’s world, which was at least five years ago.

He had seen the fat orange cat that Xing Yang raised, thanking his lucky stars for encountering this man. Curiosity led him to find an undelivered love letter in his study; unlike what he imagined, it was filled with dense confessions, with just one line saying, “I want you to be a little happier.”

Later, he casually asked Xing Yang if he had someone he liked or if there would be another male master in the house in the future.

Xing Yang responded, “It’s unlikely; I probably won’t be together with anyone in this lifetime.”

Who was that old love letter intended for?

Song Tian took a few breaths, the rising acidity in his heart contrasting with his thoughts: “Does he know about your illness?”

“Or do you not want him to know?”

Xing Yang pinched a piece of popcorn between his long fingers and threw it into his mouth, its crunch and sweetness contrasting with the dimming look in his eyes: “Haven’t thought about it.”

“But for this matter, it should be our secret between the two of us.”

Xing Yang’s crescent-shaped eyes watched him, as if he could see through everything in his mind: “Okay? Secretary Song.”

Xing Yang extended his pinky, wanting to make a pinky promise with him.

Truthfully, Song Tian felt like he was breaking the rules.

“You know very well that I won’t refuse you.”

Song Tian gave a bitter smile, pursing his lips, but eventually extended his pinky to hook it together with him. In the end, their thumbs covered the promise, sealing the vow.

“The first dream in my life started ten years ago when I first saw him. Now it’s come true, but it’s deviated a bit from what I imagined. It’s quite a headache.”

Song Tian asked, “If you tell him, what do you think Mr. Tan would do?”

Xing Yang considered it for a moment, unexpectedly bursting into helpless laughter: “He’d probably cry.”

“And if you keep dragging it out until he finds out himself?”

Xing Yang lowered his gaze. From the not too far distance, Song Tian could see the thin, honey-colored skin of his hand turning slightly red. The veins on the back of his hand were subtly protruding, and he felt he could hear the sound of blood flowing inside and a gently trembling pulse.

The man’s eyes grew red, mumbling incoherently: “Maybe he’ll cry a bit later…”