Chapter 10: Chen Huixing Never Needs to Know I Was Once With a Gangster…

The moment the smart curtains rolled up automatically, the clock ticked to Chen Huixing's usual work time, and Pei Jiqing felt a thin layer of sweat on the back of his neck.

Pei Jiqing had to admit that he felt a little scared by the questioning, especially when Chen Huixing's amber pupils shone with an inorganic cold light, staring at him and demanding to know why he had other Alph elements in his body. Chen Huixing himself might not even realize that there was a strong, oppressive curve in the corner of his eyes.

He held a high position, and even when speaking to his Omega, he couldn't help but speak in a commanding tone.

Pei Jiqing was usually too easygoing and a habitual liar. In front of Shen Huixing, aside from his Omega identity and his education, everything else he said was more or less a lie.

He never imagined that Shen Huixing might one day expose him. Pei Jiqing couldn't even imagine how he would react when the sugar-coated lies were revealed.

Once, one of Shen Huixing's subordinates betrayed him, and it was said that the man ended up in a sanatorium for treatment of paranoia.

Pei Jiqing behaved docilely in front of Shen Huixing, and his usual catchphrase was "I always listen to my husband. "

Pei Jiqing raised his hand to tie a dark-patterned tie for Shen Huixing, his slender index finger hooked in the dark blue silk and twirled it slowly.

Shen Huixing looked at the Omega in front of him and said, "What's your new colleague's name?"

It was very unusual. Shen Huixing had never cared about his work before. Pei Jiqing's heart skipped a beat, but in the blink of an eye he switched to obedient mode, and said in a puzzled manner, "It's just an intern. Is his name Xiao Liu or Xiao Xiang? I don't remember, husband, why are you asking this?" Shen

Huixing nodded, and Pei Jiqing said, "Husband, then I'll make you breakfast, okay?"

When he closed the door, Shen Huixing kept watching Pei Jiqing's figure disappear.

Pei Jiqing felt a little lost, and even out of some kind of compensation mentality, he did not accept the breakfast prepared by the chef today, but decided to cook it himself.

Standing at the counter, Pei Jiqing made a fearless expression as he looked at the side dishes on the cutting board. He'd held a knife many times on the show, but he couldn't remember the first time he'd actually cooked a meal for Chen Huixing.

He'd always chosen Chen Huixing's breakfast from a breakfast chart, and the chef would prepare it. When Chen Huixing finished and came downstairs, he'd just take his arm and lead him to the table, then hold up the plate and offer his treasure: "Honey, this is a loving breakfast I made for you. Eat it all up."

Sometimes Pei Jiqing would post it on his social media account, captioning it: "Cooking the everyday love in the morning light."

In reality, Pei Jiqing had never even smelled the stove. Although he hosted a food show, he mostly chatted, and no one ever tasted his cooking.

So when Chen Huixing took a bite of the beef scrambled eggs and slowly wiped his mouth, "Pay the new chef his wages and let him go."

Pei Jiqing: "...Not tasty?"

Chen Huixing said, "Yeah.

" Pei Jiqing forked the beef off the plate, frowning sharply at the bitter saltiness.

Sister Zhang said quickly, "Yes, the new chef's cooking skills are far inferior to Madam's."

Chen Huixing ate two more pancakes and a glass of milk for breakfast and went to work. He placed a farewell kiss on Pei Jiqing's forehead, as he had been accustomed to for many years.

Pei Jiqing forced himself to cheer up and sent Chen Huixing away. His fingers touched his forehead.

Seeing Pei Jiqing's somewhat lost look, Sister Zhang said that Madam, it's okay, cooking skills can be practiced.

But Pei Jiqing didn't care about this.

He cared about what Chen Huixing asked him when she woke up in the morning. Did he notice something?

The moment Wei Ji appeared, Pei Jiqing's brain seemed to be occupied by a buzzing sound.

Wei Ji was the first to leave many years ago. Pei Jiqing had already pressed the memory shattering button. When they met again, Pei Jiqing didn't even feel nostalgic, and only had a level of alert in his heart.

But he said that he would come to compensate him. It must be said that Wei Ji's posture of breaking into his life was as cool as when he disappeared.

Wei Ji is now a huge hidden danger in Pei Jiqing's life. The huge lie has been told, but Chen Huixing is the one who should not know about it.

It was Wei Ji who gave up Pei Jiqing first, so Pei Jiqing's pursuit of his new life is blameless, and he does not need any compensation. He wants his life to be as peaceful and prosperous as the past five years, and the five years of marriage will not be scratched by anyone or anything.

Pei Jiqing lowered his eyes and thought that he had to talk to Wei Ji. He

got Wei Ji's contact information from Lao Yu. Lao Yu was still very curious about what happened between Pei Jiqing and Wei Ji that day.

Pei Jiqing said: "What could it be?"

Lao Yu said: "Do you know each other? Or does he owe you money?"

Pei Jiqing denied.

Lao Yu chuckled on the other end of the phone and said: "Anyway, the feeling is different. I heard from He Tuzi that Wei Ji acted quite arrogantly, but that day..."

It was as if Pei Jiqing's momentum overwhelmed him.

When Lao Yu first met Pei Jiqing, the station was looking for a host for a food show, cultivating fresh talent. Many people showed up for written tests and interviews, and Pei Jiqing stood out the most. He was good-looking and eloquent, even better than a professional broadcaster or host. By the end of the day, it was getting late. Outside the glass curtain wall, neon lights streamed like a river of broken gold. For some reason, Pei Jiqing hadn't left. He stood in the lounge area, staring out the window, revealing half of his cold white neck. The light illuminated his brow bones, making them look like a painting. Lao Yu

walked over to him and asked why he hadn't left. Pei Jiqing glanced at him and said, "When I was at the bottom of the building, I was wondering what the big screen across the street would look like."

There was a huge screen across the street, occupying the entire building, spanning thirty-eight floors. It was said to be the largest screen in the Asian Union. It was playing a holographic speech recorded a few days ago by the Asian Union's Fifth Army before its expedition. The general standing at the head of the group, his uniform ribbon, shone a cold golden light in the torrential rain.

Pei Jiqing: "Can this program let the whole world see me?"

Lao Yu said: "Possibly."

Pei Jiqing: "Then I want this host."

Lao Yu was surprised by Pei Jiqing's tone, but he didn't know that the next time they met, he would be a newcomer.

At the beginning, Pei Jiqing was also a newcomer with no background. Every time he planned a proposal, he would rush to do it overnight. They became partners at that time.

Lao Yu knew that he was married. He would take off his wedding ring when he was on camera, but he never concealed it in private. No one had seen his lover. He was surprisingly cautious in this regard and did not reveal any information about his other half before revealing himself.

In the past, there were occasional gatherings, and most people would bring their families. Some people joked that Pei Jiqing had a treasure hidden at home that he would not show to others.

The starry sky in the bar cast tiny spots of light on his shoulders. Pei Jiqing stroked the condensed water droplets on the wall of the wine glass with his fingertips and said helplessly: "I can't even see people myself, how can I show it to you."

At that time, they would think that Pei Jiqing's lover was too busy with work.

Only occasionally Pei Jiqing would ask for leave on time, and when he came back he would curl up in his seat and fall asleep, with his head tilted, his collarbone exposed with half a faded pale red tooth mark, and his face looked a little tired. People who had experienced this knew that Pei Jiqing was probably going to spend a special period with his lover.

In this day and age, with various soothing agents available to suppress estrus and susceptibility, in this fast-paced society, even completing a normal menstrual cycle is a luxury for many.

Technology is minimizing the impact of a second sex, but Pei Jiqing still regularly takes days off to travel, adhering to his most primitive physiological rhythm.

At the time, many people said Pei Jiqing and his lover must be in a good relationship.

"Honey Talk Star Chef" was the result of the hard work of many of them, meticulously crafted by Pei Jiqing.

Later, when the show's ratings were so dismal they were on the verge of being canceled, Chen Huixing was at the height of his military success. The giant screen opposite the TV station played his resume and achievements on a daily loop. The neon lights blurred into psychedelic paint in the heavy rain, and the building's giant holographic screen played a looping video of Chen Huixing being awarded medals.

Chen Huixing was a young and sharp sword in the military.

Even more intriguing, this rising star was married.

Younger netizens were more concerned about his private life. He was known for his low-key nature, and everyone was speculating about which aristocratic omega he'd married.

Pei Jiqing, standing in the lounge area, cup of coffee in hand, stared at the big screen for a long time. The pheromones lingering on the back of his neck were still burning deep within him, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

Old Yu was also feeling down at the time. The higher-ups had decided to cancel the show. He stood beside Pei Jiqing, pointed at the big screen opposite, and said, "Living like him means you'll have no worries."

Pei Jiqing didn't know if he agreed.

Later, during a special live broadcast of "Honey Talk Star Chef," Pei Jiqing, without consulting anyone, said, "I want to congratulate my husband on his safe return. Huixing, I'll always be proud of you."

Ratings had fallen below the critical point of a black hole and were climbing. Pei Jiqing turned the ring on his ring finger, and the face matched Shen Huixing's perfectly.

No one denied this.

Pei Jiqing's career took a step forward thanks to Shen Huixing.

Later, because of Chen Huixing, Pei Jiqing was able to get some indulgence and convenience at work. Pei Jiqing was capable at work, and with Chen Huixing behind him, he was blessed in many ways. He has always been the object of everyone's envy and longing.

Over the years, those envious, inquiring, and jealous eyes suddenly turned into a blurred background. Pei Jiqing never stopped because of their voices.

The talkative He Xuan is their bald director.

Pei Jiqing asked for his phone number and told Lao Yu not to ask around or talk too much.

Pei Jiqing then sent a message to Wei Ji, asking him to make an appointment to talk.

Wei Ji put a question mark on the other end.

Pei Jiqing said, "I am Pei Jiqing."

The two met in a more private restaurant, a hundred meters above the ground. When Pei Jiqing arrived, Wei Ji was fiddling with the candlestick in front of him boredly, and the warm yellow light and shadow cut off half of his face.

Pei Jiqing wore sunglasses and a mask, wrapping himself tightly.

Wei Ji looked at him and said, "You are afraid of having anything to do with me."

Pei Jiqing took off his sunglasses and looked at him, "Wei Ji, I am married, and I value this marriage very much."

Wei Ji showed a self-deprecating smile, "I know, you don't have to remind me all the time."

He tapped his fingers, and the waiter began to serve the meal. Wei Ji raised his head and drank the red wine beside him in one gulp, "I ordered all your favorites. Do you need anything else?" The gilded

plate was filled with exquisitely presented food.

Pei Jiqing looked at the food in front of him. It was indeed what he used to like. He called the waiter and asked him to change the shrimp dish. He was allergic to it. The truffle cream was too greasy. He wanted to change it to salad.

Wei Ji said, "You were not allergic before."

In the past, Wei Ji would help Pei Jiqing peel the shrimps.

Pei Jiqing: "I can, but it's not that serious."

It's bearable.

Pei Jiqing said meaningfully: "People's tastes will change, even if you liked something in the past, you will forget it with time."

Wei Ji looked at the wedding ring that Pei Jiqing brought out today, and smiled bitterly: "I don't know you well enough."

Pei Jiqing spoke straightforwardly: "To be honest, I was really surprised when I saw you, and congratulations on everything you have now. After all, this is what you have been pursuing. I came to see you today because I hope that we can be strangers in the future and forget everything about the downtown area."

Wei Ji's eyes showed a trace of pain: "Jiqing, you are so cruel to me."

Pei Jiqing took out the jewels and pushed a small suitcase across the table: "Since you took the picture, it's all yours. I don't want my husband to know that I am entangled with an Alpha."

Wei Ji's eyes were sincere: "I never thought of disturbing your life before. Did you encounter any difficulties in selling these things? Or is it Chen Huixing..."

Wei Ji thought he could take advantage of the opportunity.

Pei Jiqing immediately denied it, saying, "No."

Wei Ji: "You rushed into marriage in such a hurry, relying solely on your high compatibility pheromones. Jiqing, have you ever considered that he truly loves you with all your heart? We've seen each other at our most devastated, but what about him?"

Wei Ji's words were like a curse, piercing Pei Jiqing's sore spot. A sudden rusty taste rose in his throat.

Pei Jiqing even wished they were that compatible. At least they'd have something real. But they said nothing. Sometimes he felt it was a false thread that bound them together. When Chen Huixing learned the truth, the thread holding the lie together would break. When Chen Huixing discovered that the so-called soulmate was nothing but a family absurdity, would those days and nights marinated in lies still be filled with tenderness?

When Chen Huixing crumpled the compatibility test report and threw it into the trash can, with such a smooth movement, what he was crushing was the last shred of hope between them. The fleeting pity that flashed in his eyes was like a shooting star. The help his career needed at the time had made their marriage possible.

"Love is not that important to us."

Wei Ji heard Pei Jiqing's voice, as wet and sticky as silk soaked in water, and said, "Chen Huixing never needs to know that I was with a gangster before. We shouldn't have met."

These words completely tore apart Wei Ji's disguise as a modest gentleman. He was a gangster at heart.

The corners of Wei Ji's eyes were scarlet, and the ashes in his palms shattered. He vaguely saw fate seeping into his blood vessels like the painkillers of his youth: "I shouldn't have been soft-hearted and let you go! I should have marked you at all costs, even if I went to hell, I would drag you with me."