PMWAIAAPM Chapter 9

Chapter 09

Xing Yang is a typical workaholic, yet he excels in everything he does.

After a ridiculous night and day, CEO Xing feels that he won’t be going into heat this month at all; there’s really not a drop left.

Tan Zhiyu seems to understand why he is interested in him.

Xing Yang doesn’t talk much, but he tidies himself up well. Clearly, their marriage is merely a contractual obligation, yet watching Tan Zhiyu with red eyes, holding back the urge to shout, is something else entirely.

There’s always a mischievous thought creeping in Tan Zhiyu’s heart, wanting to go deeper, deeper still.

Until Xing Yang gasps, regarding him with a serious tone, suppressing his tears as he says, “Mr. Tan, please… take it slow.”

At that moment, Tan Zhiyu can be quite naughty, going so slow until Xing Yang can no longer hold back his red eyes.

That man who never jokes on television, the revered CEO Xing, becomes soft in front of him.

He has carefully looked over Xing Yang’s face.

Tan Zhiyu has fantasized about the wife he would eventually find, someone far prettier than the actresses he usually encounters, someone charming enough, with a sweetness he enjoys the most.

But reality isn’t like that.

Even though he is in a contractual marriage with CEO Xing, he feels a bit stirred.

Why?

CEO Xing isn’t particularly good-looking, a man nearing thirty with a buzz cut, blending into the crowd unnoticed. However, he is well-built, taciturn, and dull, definitely not sweet at all.

Is he really not sweet?

Tan Zhiyu has a penchant for sweetness. After spending several nights together, drenched in sweat, he feels happier than if he had devoured a cream cake.

The next morning.

Sure enough, he touches the empty spot beside him, feeling empty inside.

“Didn’t you take three days off? Why are you going out today?”

Xing Yang, dressed in a suit, is serving congee. Seeing him come out, he replies, “Hmm, there are some matters at the company I need to handle.”

He sets the congee down and frowns as he reaches out to touch Tan Zhiyu’s forehead, then breathes out in relief, “Good, it’s not hot anymore.”

“The crew isn’t filming these days, so you should rest more. I’ve prepared some meals and put them in the fridge. If it’s not enough, just let me know and I can come to cook more for you.”

“Xing Yang, are you my nanny?” Tan Zhiyu crosses his arms defensively, looking at him with discomfort.

“You come over, cook, then leave right after. Do you think I’m fine just because you think my fever is gone? CEO Xing is really so businesslike; what do you take me for?”

Xing Yang is momentarily stunned by his questions, not quite grasping his words: “… What?”

What does “what do you take me for” mean?

Tan Zhiyu turns to look at the bowl of congee in the kitchen, a certain stillness and astonishment crossing his face; his long curls cascade over his shoulders, exuding a kind of laziness.

His gaze suddenly sharpens at Xing Yang’s face: “You think I can be satisfied with just a bowl of congee?”

Where’s the promised strawberry cake??

What about the strawberry flavor?!

He feels very displeased, thinking CEO Xing clearly lied yesterday to soothe him during his sensitive period, without any intention of making him a strawberry cake.

Besides, he distinctly heard him tell his secretary that he wouldn’t go to the company for three days. It’s only been two days.

CEO Xing doesn’t want to be with him, wants to leave early, wants his sensitivity to pass quickly, and thinks he can just fob him off with a bowl of plain congee.

“And that tie around your neck, it’s mine, right? Who told you to touch my stuff?”

“This is my home!”

Xing Yang looks down at his suit and thinks about how he has no suitable color tie at home. Coincidentally, Tan Zhiyu had an appropriate brand here. He simply thought borrowing it wasn’t a big deal.

He thought being married made it okay to borrow things.

He overestimated their relationship.

Seeing Tan Zhiyu’s displeased expression, he feels a bit embarrassed: “Sorry, I was being presumptuous.”

Saying that, he quickly undoes the tie, explaining, “Otherwise, I’ll have my secretary send a new one over. This one I’ve worn already, and…”

As he speaks, he plans to return home to change into a different suit, but someone suddenly hugs him tightly from behind.

“Tan… Tan Zhiyu?”

He called out his full name.

The broad shoulders that envelop him from behind brush against his gland, making Xing Yang feel a bit weak in the knees.

“Don’t go.” His voice is a bit hoarse.

“Still not feeling well?”

“A little bit.”

Xing Yang’s brows furrow; he dislikes seeing Tan Zhiyu’s expression like that.

The normally praised Tan Zhiyu could win everyone’s favor with just his looks, yet he has only faced setbacks with CEO Xing.

Is it because he hugged him, wrinkling his suit, that he’s frowning?

Or is it because he feels guilty for delaying his work?

“Sorry, I was too selfish; you should go back to work.” He pouts and releases his grip.

But Xing Yang doesn’t leave; he goes to the next room to take something and returns.

Tan Zhiyu watches him roll up his sleeves, asking, “What are you doing?”

“Going to take another injection to boost my pheromones. I’ll have my secretary push my schedule back. Wait for me about ten minutes; I’m going to shower.”

Xing Yang’s body isn’t sensitive, and he only goes into heat once a month.

When he’s not in his heat, he has to take injections if he wants to match Tan Zhiyu’s high-tier pheromones.

This injection stacks hormones; Tan Zhiyu knows how harmful that can be to the body, especially since he just had one two days ago.

He hurriedly grabs Xing Yang’s wrist: “Wait!”

Xing Yang looks at him, seemingly ready to continue: “You’re uncomfortable.”

“Not… not really uncomfortable; maybe I don’t need the injection, I could…” he stutters.

Xing Yang freezes for a moment, thinking that if he wants to get joined like this, despite the pain, it’s bearable.

“What can you do to feel better?”

Tan Zhiyu glances down at his toes, his face a bit flushed: “Maybe, just a kiss would do.”

Xing Yang: “… Huh?”