PMWAIAAPM Chapter 5

Chapter 05

Qiu Jing: “… Huh?”

Is he deaf?

How could such words come out of Tan Zhiyu’s mouth?

It’s ridiculous.

“Buddy, you—”

Are you alright?

Tan Zhiyu has been acting for nearly a decade, so he has seen all kinds of people, all kinds of faces.

How could such words come from his mouth, turning him into a food lover craving for a gourmet meal?

Tan Zhiyu, with his increasingly irritated soft long curls: “You don’t know him. Anyway… he’s just very strange. I don’t like him, so don’t think too much about it.”

Qiu Jing: “I’m not thinking too much.”

“Ugh, have you ever seen a man cooking? Like… the kind with just his upper body bare and an apron on.”

Qiu Jing: “…”

“I really don’t like him. I just think he’s odd.”

What is odd?

Odd because, on the first day of their marriage, Xing Yang faced his face and unhesitatingly agreed to the terms of not interfering and definitely not liking each other.

Odd because during their first marking, Xing Yang wasn’t sensitive enough, his reproductive cavity needed to be pushed all the way to the back to redden.

Xing Yang is almost thirty; he had appeared on TV during the release of his new real estate project, always taciturn and steady. Yet that day, under him, buried his face in the pillow, sobbing, glasses dangling by his ears, tears streaming messily, the butterfly tattoo on his collarbone seemed to spread its wings, chaotic yet with an indescribable allure.

That was the first day they met, a perfect compatibility.

Xing Yang’s ebony scent was replaced by red roses; he’s a tough man, yet Tan Zhiyu felt he was so soft and very comfortable to hold.

He smells great, so fragrant it makes him nostalgic.

Makes him emotional.

After that day, Xing Yang willingly dragged his soft legs to change the sheets. When Tan Zhiyu woke up again, he saw him shirtless, an apron covering part of his toned chest, with a few bite marks from the previous day’s frenzy.

The lines of his forearms were firm, his back and waist creating curves, honey-like light sprinkling over him.

When Xing Yang saw he was awake, there was a shyness in his eyes that didn’t belong to his age, his ears were red as he finished cooking, said goodbye, and left to return to his home next door.

The second sensitive period was the same.

The so-called real estate tycoon, wearing a suit outside without a word of laughter, was just a man at home who cooked for him while blushing.

This contrast is very strange.

Stranger still, Tan Zhiyu was looking forward to the next sensitive period.

And when he saw Xing Yang’s tabloid stories, he would get angry.

Angry that his image would be seen by other Alphas.

They were perfectly compatible, no one was more suitable for this dull ebony than him.

This was just possessiveness over the omega due to the approaching sensitive period, not love.

Definitely not!

Qiu Jing: “… Buddy, it seems I saw your peacock spreading its tail.”

Qiu Jing, a veteran in the romance field, could tell the situation after just a few words; all he could do was make sarcastic comments and laugh non-stop.

“But there’s something odd,” Qiu Jing scratched his head.

“What’s that?”

“Compatibility at one hundred percent; I’ve never heard of such a thing. Could it really exist in the world? When I was auditing the glandular research course, the professor said that naturally occurring AO glands could rarely achieve such high compatibility, because nothing is ever one hundred percent.”

Genetic defects; this situation is rare.

Qiu Jing regretted not being in the gland field; otherwise, he would definitely use them as observation subjects, perhaps he wouldn’t have to extend his studies.

Tan Zhiyu inexplicably became smug: “What can I do about it? I can only humbly match with him.”

Qiu Jing: “?”

What exactly are you showing off about?

He didn’t understand.

“Are you here to flaunt your love or to vent to me? If there’s nothing else, hang up and wash up for some sleep.”

Qiu Jing still had to continue writing his thesis tomorrow and grumbled a few words before hanging up.

After hanging up, he still felt unhappy.

He buried his face into the pillow.

Opening his phone, it was a sea of silence. The only people in his personal account related to work were his agent Li Jie and the new intern Xiao Qin.

The two chat boxes were from his parents; they had sent him a message half a month ago, congratulating him on his best actor nomination.

Tan Zhiyu’s father was in finance in the country, and his mother was a diplomat. Both parents loved him very much, but they no longer loved each other.

They divorced when he was ten. He followed his father, and his mother would fly over from abroad every month to see him, yet she had never cooked a meal for him or checked his homework.

His father loved him too; since his student days, he had a competitive streak, carefully counting the zeros on his bank card. Because it was his birthday, he even specially customized a platinum model of his favorite sports car, but he had never attended his parent-teacher meetings and didn’t even know when his college entrance examination was.

In high school, he was brought into the entertainment industry by Li Jie to act; he didn’t love it much, just enjoyed the feeling of being cared for and adored by fans.

Fans would remember his birthday and write him handwritten letters, loving him through the screen. His parents respected his career, listening to him talk about wanting to act, but they would fall silent for two seconds before turning back to their work.

Tan Zhiyu seemed to have always been like that; to outsiders, he was the beloved Master Tan.

Only he knew that his parents loved him but didn’t care whom he married.

He was loved yet lonely.