Chapter 12 Pei Jiqing thought he was shameless enough. Wei Ji just...

Wei Ji just refused to accept it. Chen Huixing was such a high-ranking official, but there were not enough men and women rushing to get close to him. The temptations he received would only increase a hundredfold.

Wei Ji had seen too many superficial couples. They could go to dinner parties arm in arm, and the wife would adjust her husband's cuffs to show their affection. When they were alone, they would hug and kiss each other, and the wedding rings on their hands were just decorations.

Wei Ji's godfather, even the secretary beside him was his mistress, and his godfather was even old enough to be her grandfather.

He had seen the girl's bright red nails sinking into the folds of his godfather's shirt, like a poisonous spider lying on the snow, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"Pei Jiqing, you are a little too confident in him." Wei Ji admitted that jealousy had devoured his rationality. The half glass of wine he had just drunk was now burning in his throat. "Do you think high compatibility is really a get-out-of-jail-free card? People like them look down on everyone equally."

Pei Jiqing's eyelashes didn't even flutter. The platinum ring was stuck on his ring finger. He felt that Wei Ji hadn't changed at all after all these years.

He said that Chen Huixing looked down on everyone equally, and in fact, he was the same.

Although Chen Huixing had been cold to him for so many years, compared to outsiders, he, a legitimate Omega, was much better.

I remember one year when there was a political and business dinner, Chen Huixing attended alone. Pei Jiqing really couldn't go with him that day because of something. He arranged Chen Huixing's silver cufflinks for him at the entrance, stood on tiptoe, kissed him on the lips, and told him not to drink with others casually.

Snowflakes were floating outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The light was shimmering white, and Pei Jiqing's thumb pressed against his lower lip. Chen Huixing carried a faint scent of pheromones. He had a handsome face, a buttoned-up shirt collar, and a high, straight nose.

Yan Zhen had once said that Chen Huixing's bone structure was the most perfect example in an anatomical atlas.

The shadow cast by his brow arches extended just over the bridge of his nose, forming a small frozen lake in his eye sockets. His usual aura of indifference sometimes made one overlook the exquisiteness of his features. His long eyelashes, when falling, seemed to carve fine cracks into his cold, pale skin. The lines of his lip peaks and jawline had a distinct, cold, quenched quality.

A translucent barrier patch was firmly applied to the glandular area at the back of his neck.

Chen Huixing applied the barrier patch meticulously, his knuckles pressing against the back of his neck, the edge of the translucent patch precisely covering the glandular area, adjusting the edges carefully, and finally smoothing it out with meticulous precision.

As an S-rank Alpha, Chen Huixing had been taught these lessons since childhood: never release pheromones carelessly, never lose control.

His self-discipline was like a cog in his genetic chain, meshing with mechanical restraint.

Chen Huixing had had a bioelectric inhibitor ring implanted in his occipital bone since he was seven, as had the head of the Ying Group, though Ying Chen's mother had it removed when he was very young.

Chen Huixing had had it implanted for many years.

Whenever the pheromone concentration in his body exceeded a certain level, his solar plexus would explode with a painful infusion, a reminder for the Alpha to take control. Before he had an Omega, Chen Huixing even had microtubes hidden in his back teeth, effectively injecting inhibitors during periods of passion. He

adhered very strictly to the "Alpha Social Code of Conduct."

When Pei Jiqing stood on tiptoe, the first thing he touched was the metal buckle on the collar of Chen Huixing's body armor. Accustomed to this kind of intimacy, the Alpha's hand naturally rested on Pei Jiqing's hip.

A sweet taste gathered on his tongue. Such a proud person actually stood obediently to let him kiss him.

The realization softened Pei Jiqing's heart.

Although Chen Huixing wouldn't bow his head, he wouldn't shy away either.

Pei Jiqing enjoyed being with Shen Huixing because he was completely blank in the emotional world, and Pei Jiqing was the only one who taught him everything,

from kissing to sex .

He filled in the blanks in Shen Huixing's emotional life, bit by bit, teaching Shen Huixing to at least kneel on the wool carpet and reach out to him instead of looking at him.

Shen Huixing wasn't one for sweet talk, but Pei Jiqing was.

The consequence of that time attending without a partner was that a certain congressman's daughter had the audacity to spill red wine on Shen Huixing, repeatedly apologizing and having clean clothes prepared for Shen Huixing to change into.

Some things might have happened half-heartedly with someone else, but this was Shen Huixing, who could take off his coat and throw it in the trash in public, without a second thought.

Of course, Shen Huixing had been drugged before, and those around him weren't always so close-knit. Even if it was only once, he'd been susceptible to some people's shabby flattery.

Before Pei Jiqing arrived, Shen Huixing had locked himself in the bathroom and taken a forty-minute cold shower, letting only Pei Jiqing in.

At that time, Chen Huixing felt only infinite affection for Shen Huixing.

The next day, he attended the anti-corruption meeting as usual, the scratches on the back of his neck hidden tightly by his turtleneck sweater.

Pei Jiqing could be a very tolerant and gentle lover.

He had been called a bastard since childhood.

When he and his mother first arrived in the Lower City District, all the children his age loved playing with glass marbles. Young Pei Jiqing squatted down to pick up one. The other children would pull him to join in, but his mother would tug him back fiercely. The scent of her new perfume filled Pei Jiqing's nostrils.

His mother squatted down, cupped Pei Jiqing's face in her hands, and said, "These are the lower class people of the Lower City District. You are different from them."

Pei Jiqing didn't understand the difference at the time. His mother's arrogance quickly made them special and ostracized in the Lower City District.

Even with the money Pei Jiqing's mother received from Pei's father, it couldn't sustain their prosperity for long. Later, Pei Jiqing's mother opened a small shop, but it proved that his mother was not cut out for business, and the shop barely made any money.

The Lower City District was where Pei Jiqing's mother had grown up.

Someone heard that Pei Jiqing's mother was a mistress outside, so the name of Pei Jiqing's illegitimate child spread.

Pei Jiqing had no concept of father in his life before.

He still remembered the first time he asked his mother if he had no father.

Pei Jiqing's mother was particularly upset and said that you have a father, your father is powerful and influential, and he will take us mother and son back sooner or later, so Jiqing you have to be good.

His mother's long nails dug into his shoulders. Pei Jiqing saw the crazy light in her eyes. She put a photo of a man in the headline of the financial edition towards Pei Jiqing.

Pei Jiqing saw his mother's lips opening and closing, and the smudged lipstick looked like dried blood stains: "Jiqing, one day your father will come to find us..."

Pei Jiqing always felt that his mother was seriously ill. Later, when she was lying with the terminal illness diagnosis, Pei Jiqing thought, how pitiful.

Pei Jiqing used to pretend to be good in front of his mother, but secretly he would skip classes to smoke.

Now he was pretending to be a good boy in front of Shen Huixing, being a virtuous and considerate Omega.

He was indeed the most honest with Wei Ji, but they could never go back to the way they were.

Their relationship was just so abnormal.

Pei Jiqing looked at Wei Ji and said, "I'm telling you all this because it's over. Wei Ji, we all need to move on."

"I know you invested in my show just to show me how well you're doing now. Maybe if I married someone else, I'd regret it and wish I'd held back."

"But I'm not marrying someone else. I'm marrying Chen Huixing. He won't betray me."

Wei Ji said after a long pause, "Sometimes I think you're both stupid and smart."

Pei Jiqing remained silent, saying it was time to leave.

As Pei Jiqing was about to leave, Wei Ji said, "Don't worry. I won't tell anyone I know you, so don't be so scared."

Pei Jiqing sincerely thanked him.

Returning home, Pei Jiqing showered to wash away any lingering pheromones and cigarette smoke.

He looked in the mirror at the rose tattoo on his waist.

Blood-red thorns snaked across his porcelain-white skin. As the warm yellow light streamed across his waist, the edges of the petals seemed to be engraved with gilded gold, stretching across his snowy skin with his breath.

Vines wrapped around his ribs and slipped into the shadows. A vermilion bud, stained with water droplets, blossomed three inches above his navel, a mark that would never fade.

Pei Jiqing touched the tattoo with his fingers.

The promise from Wei Ji made Pei Jiqing feel relieved, so "he" went to cook himself. Who knew that Chen Huixing had to work overtime, and ended up cooking a table full of dishes.

Pei Jiqing had no choice but to call his friends.

Yan Ke also came with his brother Yan Zhen.

The first time Pei Jiqing saw Yan Zhen was not long after the car accident. In the cold white ward, Yan Zhen stood in front of his bed in a white coat, like a snow peak silently passing through a glacier.

Chen Huixing's personal doctor had the same style as him.

However, Pei Jiqing felt that the way Yan Zhen looked at him was as if he was looking at an inanimate specimen. When he heard that his gland was injured, he could hardly hide his disappointment.

Yan Zhen was very strict with Yan Ke, even letting him play games and not eat. But he was also really good to him. He only picked vegetables for Yan Ke during the whole meal and pushed the fish he had cut to Yan Ke, saying that he should eat more vegetables.

In short, this rumored medical genius was actually a serious brother complex.

Yan Ke put on headphones and pretended to be deaf, saying that you should get married and don't care about me after

you get married. Yan Zhong said: "If you want to get rid of me, you have to be obedient. Otherwise, I will still care about you after we get married."

Yan Ke collapsed: "You and I will torture each other anyway."

Yan Zhong is nominally Chen Huixing's personal doctor, but he does not live with them, but in a relatively close place.

After dinner, Pei Jiqing pulled Yan Zhong aside and said: "My husband's pheromones have been quite unstable these past two days."

Yan Zhong pushed his glasses and said: "Do it more."

This is the advice Yan Zhong always gave to Pei Jiqing.

All the discomforts of Alpha.

He always suggested to Pei Jiqing to do more.

Pei Jiqing's mouth twitched a little, he thought to himself, isn't he doing it frequently enough?

Yan Zhong said seriously: "If the quantity is enough, you can see if it is a quality issue. If you need materials, I can ask for you."

Pei Jiqing thought he was shameless enough.