PMWAIAAPM Chapter 72

Chapter 72: Pinching Ear Lobes is Really Flirtatious

The livestream didn’t even last until the next day before it surged to the top of the internet’s trending topics.

Tan Zhiyu brought in traffic effortlessly, and the public thought this was a whitewashing script prepared by Xing Yang for himself.

According to insiders, Xing Yang has regained control of a significant portion of the shares and decision-making power at Yuan Yin Real Estate, preparing to return to the company and reclaim his authority. This is his opportunity to salvage his reputation before rejoining the company.

[It can indeed be checked online; Xing Yang has really become a major shareholder of Yuan Yin Real Estate again. Didn’t he get kicked out?]

[He still wants to take control of the company; this is why he’s manipulating Tan Zhiyu to act… Otherwise, they were divorced for several months, how suddenly are they back in touch? There aren’t that many stories of broken mirrors being restored in real life.]

[Yes, sisters watching the livestream, don’t be misled. What we see is all he wants us to see!!]

Xing Yang has indeed regained control of Yuan Yin Real Estate’s shares, thanks to Tan Zhiyu’s seventy billion worth of land, which Xing Yang has been tasked with developing for the government. Tan Zhiyu and Xing Yang are on the same line.

The position of Executive President at Yuan Yin Real Estate is a trap; whoever sits there knows it best. Not only do they have to invest their own money to fill the company’s cash flow gaps, but they also work without a salary. The most absurd part is that Song Tian and Wang Zuiqing are all the hawks in Xing Yang’s corner, sidelining Tan Yushen’s authority as Executive President.

Tan Yushen, at his age, became wealthy off his wife’s political power during their youth, and in middle age, he relies on his son’s influence to gather wealth. Now, he truly faces hardships, not only paying to work but also bearing all legal losses.

Since Tan Zhiyu refused to give him the land, instead granting it to Xing Yang, he has been so furious that he couldn’t sleep for several days.

Now he doesn’t even care how much he’s lost, only wishing for Xing Yang to come back to work. Unfortunately, Xing Yang is pregnant, and he himself is not considering returning to the workplace.

“I believe my father can definitely handle this position, right?” Xing Yang said casually on the phone.

Tan Yushen on the other end nearly spat blood onto his documents.

Wanting to seek outside help, Fiona simply refused to take his call, fearing her own son might turn against her, making the first half of her life a complete waste.

Even though they had pretended to be a loving couple, when disaster struck, they flew their separate ways without looking back.

Tan Yushen had a meeting to attend at the office at eight-thirty in the morning, to sign various documents brought in by Song Tian, and to go out into the cold to cut the ribbon for new projects. As the legal representative, he had to cover everything, but where was the money? It was flowing into his son’s pockets.

What was the difference between that and flowing into Xing Yang’s pockets? Just thinking about it made Tan Yushen gnash his teeth in hatred.

After a busy day, Tan Yushen opened his phone and saw the livestream of Xing Yang and Tan Zhiyu sitting on a soft sofa, watching a movie and eating popcorn, only to feel like the sky had fallen.

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The next day after the livestream.

There are no cameras in the bedroom, but there’s one by the door filming the small fish swimming in the fish tank, and the feed is still rolling because the scene hasn’t been interrupted.

Early in the morning, Xing Yang wanted to get up, but the man beside him hugged him closer by his lower abdomen: “Don’t get up, lay down a little longer…”

“It’s already twelve, little treasure needs to eat.” Xing Yang rubbed the webbing area of his palm to help him wake up.

Tan Zhiyu mumbled something, only reaching out to pull Xing Yang tighter into his embrace. He was very clingy, his large palm rubbing back and forth on Xing Yang’s lower abdomen: “It seems to have gotten a bit bigger again…”

He buried his face into Xing Yang’s shoulder, holding him from behind. With warm hands, Tan Zhiyu’s long hair, tousled from sleep, fell onto the pillow, and his charming gaze fell upon Xing Yang’s ear lobe, as if complaining: “What should we do, what should we do…”

“What do you mean, what should we do?” Xing Yang laughed and asked him.

“Time flies so fast.”

This morning Tan Zhiyu hadn’t shaved, and the barely visible stubble on his jaw tickled the back of Xing Yang’s neck.

“You should shave, Zhiyu.”

“Do I have to shave alone? I don’t want to.”

He wished to be tightly close to Xing Yang at every moment, not wanting to waste even a second: “Besides, once we get up, we can’t kiss outside. So many people will see, and sometimes happiness isn’t meant for others to see…”

Poor happiness fades away once it’s seen.

Tan Zhiyu just wanted the show to clarify that Xing Yang is truly the best person in the world, rather than showcase their affectionate appearance to others.

Xing Yang’s pajamas were slightly messed up from last night, with several buttons undone. He sat up to redo his clothes: “If this continues, you’ll be reduced to just one year old, not even two.”

Turning back, he saw Tan Zhiyu casually lying in bed, his toned abs visible through the open pajamas, making him look particularly alluring. He didn’t care how old he was; he just wanted to know when he could kiss Xing Yang.

“Then can I kiss you in the living room, is that okay?”

“Aren’t you afraid your character will collapse?” Xing Yang smiled and pinched his ear lobe: “Everyone likes that version of you; the dedicated Mr. Tan should maintain that image.”

Moreover, he was somewhat overwhelmed by Tan Zhiyu’s clinginess.

Now that he was pregnant, his physical condition was temporary and had to control the hormone levels and pheromones to ensure the baby’s healthy development. An excessive intake of hormones sometimes made him feel… a bit awkward.

Tan Zhiyu being so clingy made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

“Then can we kiss a few more times before going out? I beg you, ahh Xing Yang, you can’t do this to me. The little treasure is yours; isn’t that enough for me? Ahh, just hold me for one more minute.”

“There’s a camera outside.”

“Xing Boss, don’t carry such a heavy burden. Those cameras will automatically turn off if they can’t catch any action for a long time.” Tan Zhiyu chuckled, getting out of bed to help Xing Yang put on his pajamas.

Xing Yang couldn’t argue with him; he liked to do everything according to his own nature.

Tan Zhiyu was already working hard to be a good husband. Last time at the check-up, the doctor said future pregnancy would come with morning sickness, swelling, and other issues. Although Xing Yang’s condition wasn’t evident yet, he still insisted on helping him put on his shoes and fasten his buttons.

He said, “I’ll take care of you for a lifetime.”

Xing Yang wanted to say that taking care of him for a lifetime would be too much for Tan Zhiyu.

His lifespan was far shorter than an average person’s, and he faced the risk of paralysis at any moment. He sat on the bed and gently touched Tan Zhiyu’s ear lobe: “No talking nonsense.”

Tan Zhiyu frowned, looking up with a hint of sorrow. He didn’t like Xing Yang saying such things.

No matter the length, a lifetime is just a lifetime; he would willingly wait however long it took.

Xing Yang was intertwined with him in the bedroom for a long while before finally pulling Tan Zhiyu’s pinky and leading him out of the bedroom. In the next room, the little treasure was scratching at the door, meowing from hunger.

After feeding him, the hospital notified Xing Yang that he needed to go for blood work today. Qiu Jing was preparing to perform brain surgery on him in two months.

Xing Yang was to have the glands removed and clear the blood clots remaining in his brain.

The difficulty was immense, with no prior examples to rely on.

Before leaving, Xing Yang leaned against the sink, shaving Tan Zhiyu’s face covered in foam, grooming his hair, and tidying up the curled, medium-length locks.

Making his lover look pleasant was a joy for Xing Yang. Tan Zhiyu held his waist, as happy as could be, allowing him to fuss over him. From time to time, he would splash foam onto Xing Yang’s face.

At that moment, Xing Yang would pinch his ear lobe, accusing him of being too playful.

He loved when Xing Boss pinched his ear lobe; it was a gesture more flirtatious than kissing. Everyone has a softness that, when gently squeezed by a lover, allows the feeling to linger, making him feel like a little puppy wanting to wag its tail.

Neither of them were aware that their current situation was being livestreamed because several cameras in the living room hadn’t been turned on yet, showing only a black screen.

The only machine lit up was one facing directly into the bedroom and bathroom.

[Just now in the bedroom, it was really only the two of them, right? So the one who was crazily kissing and asking for affection was Tan Zhiyu?]

[Why does it look so flirtatious when Xing Yang pinches his ear lobe? Isn’t he pregnant? Why are there still visible veins on his forearm…?]

Can it still be that clear?

Xing Yang’s body was once very full, the kind that would stretch the buttons on a shirt, a bit exaggerated. However, during the pregnancy, he has already lost a lot of weight, with the blue veins beneath thin skin protruding, making his honey-toned skin appear even more…

Seductive?

If you didn’t look at his face, with that frame of his resembling a clothes hanger, he could indeed captivate many people.

Most people didn’t understand; Tan Zhiyu, with his pale skin and handsome face, would not fall for an ordinarily looking man.

But beneath this ordinary exterior lay his beautiful soul.

Anyone who’d interacted with Xing Yang would fall for him within three hours.

[It must be my delusion…]

[I’m having the same delusion; why does it feel like this Xing Yang seems to comply with everything Tan Zhiyu wants?]

[We fans think this marriage isn’t quite right… This is all industrial saccharin, yes!]

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When they arrived at the hospital, Xing Yang was scheduled for blood work and X-rays.

Jiang Cheng had returned from L Country, having really seen the migration of zebras. He looked significantly thinner; nevertheless, he still wore a phony smile, insisting on accompanying Xing Yang for the check-up.

Tan Zhiyu’s heart didn’t have a good feeling; he instinctively wanted to intervene, but upon seeing Jiang Cheng’s smug expression while wrapping an arm around Xing Yang, he could only feel pity.

Seeing Tan Zhiyu, Jiang Cheng couldn’t help but be surprised: “Ah, I said this kid definitely wouldn’t let you off, messing around for so long, and still wanting to be together.”

Love in this world is rare, mutual love is even rarer; why bother to torture each other?

Jiang Cheng pulled Xing Yang for the examination. The Jiang family’s hospital had brought in several batches of new equipment, ensuring more accurate tests.

In the hospital, the endless white created a cold illusion, stealing warmth regardless of the season. Tan Zhiyu collected the test results from the nurse’s station, just as he was about to wait for Xing Yang in the office.

Suddenly, he was blocked on the way.

“What happened? Is Xing Yang’s report out? When are you having a meeting to prepare for the surgery? I want to hear the plan; just thinking about you being the surgeon makes me anxious…” Tan Zhiyu babbled on.

It felt like life had changed too much; Qiu Jing, who was once reckless, skipping classes and getting into fights, wound up crying in Germany due to extending his studies, and now had become a doctor who saves lives.

“You and Xing Yang…”

“What about us?” Tan Zhiyu felt puzzled.

When Qiu Jing had just returned to the country, he texted him non-stop to go out for drinks, but recently he had calmed down to the point of almost going unseen.

“I want to tell you something; probably Xing Yang hasn’t mentioned it to you yet, so…” Qiu Jing’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly; he was clearly nervous.

Tan Zhiyu sensed this tension: “Is it something wrong with his results? You— you didn’t tell him, did you? If there’s any change, let me know first. He’s pregnant now and already uncomfortable; I don’t want him to suffer.”

The two entered the fire escape. Qiu Jing lit a cigarette in front of him.

Tan Zhiyu disdainfully took it from his hand and directly extinguished it, afraid of getting the smoke scent on him. In the empty hallway, the sound of their shoes scraping against the floor was amplified infinitely.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’ve known Xing Yang for ten years.” Qiu Jing’s fingertips felt slightly cold as he spoke in a low voice: “He dropped out because of me.”

Tan Zhiyu froze for a moment; they both fell into silence.

“What are you talking about?”