PMWAIAAPM Chapter 45

Chapter 45: You Must Love Me Deeply! Hehe, Normal.

After finishing two cigarettes quietly, the fan meeting downstairs had already progressed halfway, and Xing Yang was preparing to head down.

Song Tian watched the man, feeling as if he had returned to the boy he was at eighteen, brushing off the ash on his clothes, waving his hands for a long time, afraid that he might smell of smoke.

But there was no fluctuation in Xing Yang’s brow and eyes, as if it were something utterly ordinary. Clearly, Tan Zhiyu also smoked, but Xing Yang just didn’t want to smell like it when he held him; otherwise, the first thing he would scent would not be the aroma of pheromones.

They’re all trivial matters, insignificant details.

That’s all.

Holding tightly to the popcorn in his hands, Song Tian looked at President Xing’s back and suddenly thought of his grandfather, who also had ALS. ALS is an incurable disease, even scarier than cancer, causing a gradual loss of control over the body—from legs and waist to arms, until all that remains is the ability to blink. Even worse, they are fully aware but unable to fight back, like Sun Wukong under the Five Finger Mountain.

The seventy-two transformations become mere tricks in the face of real enemies.

His grandfather was a clean little old man who, when he wasn’t ill, would take walks and play chess downstairs every day, brushing his dentures seven or eight times, afraid of leaving a bad impression on the ladies dancing in the square.

Yet this little old man ended up bedridden, unable to control his bodily functions; if not watched for five minutes, saliva would flow uncontrollably.

Song Tian worked desperately to earn money, letting others touch and scent him, just to buy the best medicine for his grandfather. His grandfather’s life was bought back with his own sacrifice.

Finally, after using the medication and having surgery, the first thing his grandfather said when he showed slight improvement was, “Let me go, child…”

The little old man had had enough of living like a living corpse, lying on the bed with no dignity. Eventually, one night, he struggled to remove his oxygen tube and left.

Song Tian’s fingertips felt cold as he thought…

Would President Xing’s future be like this?

If so, would Tan Zhiyu desperately try to save him like himself, or would he stand uselessly in the corridor, waiting for the moment when oxygen fades and heart rates drop to zero, choosing to evade it?

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Creak—

Kuri Nan suddenly made a hard stop in the temporary lane, just two streets away from home, but it seemed there was an urgent matter to handle.

“He’s really just my secretary, that’s all. Didn’t we buy new popcorn?”

Xing Yang unfastened his seatbelt, leaning over to the side. Tan Zhiyu’s fingers were tightly gripped, the calloused palm of the man’s rubbing against the back of his hand. The emptiness in his heart suddenly grounded. Though he had long known that Boss Xing would comfort him, it made him a bit unhappy that when he threw a tantrum all the way, Boss Xing hadn’t fully invested in caring for his little feelings.

Of course, this unhappiness melted away into the warmth in his palm when Xing Yang held his hand.

He wasn’t a secondhand object; naturally, he wouldn’t want someone else’s popcorn.

The entire back seat was filled with dozens of buckets of popcorn, and the air was fragrant with the sweet smell of caramel cream.

Mixed with Tan Zhiyu’s rose scent, it was not at all cloying, only sweet.

Xing Yang poked at the corner of Tan Zhiyu’s mouth, actively turning it into a deliberate smile.

Tan Zhiyu felt he was lacking; just a pull on his hand was enough to soothe him, but at that moment there was no way out—he couldn’t smile too obviously!

So, Tan Zhiyu forced a dry smile, saying, “Do you think I’m joking with you?”

“Cheating in marriage means being stripped of everything.”

With that, Tan Zhiyu turned his head awkwardly, preparing to look the other way.

Behind him, Xing Yang finally couldn’t help but laugh, his brow relaxing.

“What are you laughing at?!” Tan Zhiyu questioned as he turned back.

“Zhiyu, getting really angry isn’t like this; you’ve already exposed yourself.”

Even the slightest whiff of Tan Zhiyu’s pheromones in the air would be precisely captured by Xing Yang’s glands, even sensing to what extent his desires were. The thicker the concentration of alpha pheromones, the greater the chance of triggering the omega’s heat, and now, even though Tan Zhiyu was only leaking a little pheromone, the intensity of excitement…

Was no different from when they rolled in bed together; he was very excited.

Just because Boss Xing was comforting him.

“Nonsense.” Tan Zhiyu almost forgot about this, awkwardly dodging Xing Yang’s eyes and refusing to admit it.

“Okay, I’m sorry; I was talking nonsense.” Xing Yang shrugged helplessly, bending over to kiss him.

Tan Zhiyu dodged—

Xing Yang grasped his ear and pulled him back, lightly pulling Tan Zhiyu toward him, nearly pulling him into his arms, but Tan Zhiyu still managed to maintain a cold expression.

At that moment, Tan Zhiyu thought,

Good thing he was a man, otherwise, if he argued with Xing Yang in the future, he would probably sulk and wash his underwear with a cold face.

Good thing, good thing, he wasn’t some delicate husband.

Xing Yang cradled his face and kissed him with a loud “smack.”

Tan Zhiyu struggled to hold back a laugh.

He was afraid the corners of his mouth would rise too arrogantly, and before he could speak again, Xing Yang rubbed his fingertips across his cheek: “Big Treasure, Big Treasure, don’t be angry, okay?”

Was he this gentle when coaxing Little Treasure to eat less while dieting?

Tan Zhiyu pinched his palm: “Fine, Little Master forgives you.”

Tan Zhiyu’s makeup for today’s event was very simple; even his slightly curly medium-length hair was styled with hairspray, his fair skin shining under the streetlight like a prince from an elfin race. Xing Yang looked at this face and again admitted that he was enchanted.

He liked Tan Zhiyu, to be honest, it had a lot to do with this face; after all, who wouldn’t like someone pleasing to the eye?

Additionally, he was just an ordinary person with a bit of money, yet he could actually be with Tan Zhiyu, even kissing him and doing many things that he only dared to fantasize about in his dreams—these were all things he had once been unable to touch while lying on a hospital bed…

Happiness is like a bubble.

The moment you realize the rainbow is beautiful, it’s time for it to perish; it only takes a beam of sunlight to pierce through the bubble.

“Thank you, Little Master.” Xing Yang chuckled softly, preparing to fasten his seatbelt to head home.

Tan Zhiyu frowned: “Are we going home now?”

He thought they would warm up their feelings in the car, with Boss Xing coaxing him, feeding him popcorn, and amidst the feeding, sparks would fly, eventually—

Xing Yang turned his head, seeming a bit confused: “What else?”

His tone carried a hint of indulgence as he laughed: “What, are we supposed to have a showdown here? Big Treasure, our car windows aren’t one-way; it wouldn’t be good if others saw.”

“What are you talking about?!”

Tan Zhiyu stammered, turning his head, his face suddenly flushed with heat, feeling very embarrassed, having his secrets exposed.

Ugh!

Boss Xing actually figured out his thoughts in an instant!

No, the tone should be like this, ugh~!

Xing Yang’s lips curled: “I have to protect you, Mr. Tan.”

He was just an ordinary businessman in the market; being a suave businessman wasn’t a despicable thing—just a theatrics in the business world. No one could retain romanticism among the mountains of gold and silver.

Because once you have the mountains of gold and silver, it’s easy to peel away any corner and find countless beauties wanting to pounce.

But Tan Zhiyu wasn’t that; he had never had any flings for the sake of professionalism, and Xing Yang couldn’t stand Tan Zhiyu becoming fodder for idle chatter.

On the way home, Tan Zhiyu asked, trying to make conversation: “Is this community based on your design?”

Xing Yang responded with a sound of affirmation: “What’s up?”

“Nothing. Why is it called Butterfly Manor?”

“The Iris Butterfly is a butterfly that shines green under the sunlight, also known as the Love God Butterfly. Didn’t you notice that a lot of newlyweds live in the community? The real estate business is tough right now.”

With the rise of the internet economy, traditional economies are gradually declining. Real estate is expected to drop significantly within the next ten years, and the overall economy is facing a cold winter; unless there are good selling points or something to pivot to, otherwise one would be trapped in the real estate market.

“The story of the Love God comes from this butterfly; I personally chose this concept. If it weren’t for setting aside two units early on, there wouldn’t be any homes left after the opening. The sales have been good; it shows my concept is still viable.”

“Just a marketing tactic. Why are you so money-minded?” Tan Zhiyu pouted, but then felt his comment was a bit excessive and muttered softly, “Money is never enough.”

“Indeed.” Xing Yang kept his focus on the road.

Tan Zhiyu gazed out the window at the scenery. When the car stopped at a red light, Xing Yang turned to look at his profile, his lips slightly pursed.

This was the new home he had personally planned—it was their new home after marriage.

The selling point wasn’t the Iris Butterfly; it was his hope for marriage, his yearning to connect with the person he liked.

The greenery surrounding Butterfly Manor was filled with roses and red roses. In the mid-summer season, the flowers would bloom, and the Iris Butterflies nurtured by the community would dance in the air, settling on trees to start families and hiding in tulips to gather nectar. After the two kinds of flowers collected nectar together, their fragrance would intertwine. If by next summer, Tan Zhiyu would smell… the scent of ebony and rose throughout the community.

When they arrived home, Tan Zhiyu continuously munched on popcorn, hardly even preparing to eat dinner.

He rarely ate sweets while working, and the crew would take a break in a day or two, then they would change filming locations to another city for almost a week for work.

Coincidentally, Xing Yang also needed to go on a business trip to Switzerland, and their timing was just perfectly aligned.

“On a business trip… if there’s no rush, I can pack your things for you while I pack mine tomorrow, okay?”

“Are you really coming back in a week?” Tan Zhiyu followed him into the kitchen: “You won’t be late, right?”

Xing Yang nodded: “Yes.”

“Oh, alright, don’t suddenly drop by unexpectedly; who knows, I might be chatting happily with someone in the crew.”

Xing Yang took coconut milk from the fridge, smiling as he asked, “With whom? Jiang Cheng?”

“Xing Yang!”

Bringing this up filled him with anger.

He already had a distaste for Jiang Cheng; it was bad enough that Jiang Cheng entered the crew through a backdoor with his husband, and now they had to act as a pair! Every time they were on stage, he wished to punch Jiang Cheng’s nose crooked. However, he heard that this brat had been feeling some pressure recently and had secretly learned boxing from Jiang Ye.

Xing Yang walked straight to the kitchen to boil water while Tan Zhiyu rushed to hug his waist: “You must book the earliest flight back.”

“Of course, if work is too busy, then it’s fine; I was just saying that.”

In Xing Yang’s eyes, his work was the number one spouse.

“Okay, I’ll come back at the first chance.”

Tan Zhiyu was just about to snuggle with him again when he suddenly caught a glimpse: “What are you doing?!”

“What’s wrong?” Xing Yang, caught off guard, noticed that Tan Zhiyu had already grabbed his hand, his fingertips brushing against the edge of the pot, the boiling hot water bubbling over inside. Xing Yang’s fingertips were already reddened.

Xing Yang furrowed his brows slightly, yet he was already being pulled by Tan Zhiyu to run cold water over it.

He tried to move his finger joints and felt some numbness but no pain.

“You really don’t have to love me to this extent; listening to me isn’t a game of Red Light, Green Light. You’ve burned your fingers…” Tan Zhiyu worriedly blew on them, thankfully without blisters.

Xing Yang’s eyelashes drooped as he softly said, “I didn’t…”

Tan Zhiyu snorted a laugh and turned to the fridge to grab an ice pack: “I don’t believe you.”

Xing Yang moved his fingertips…

It felt numb; the feeling followed after the cold water washed over, and then the pain struck him.