Chapter 13 Life is probably like this It’s not love, it’s not liking…

If it were someone else, Pei Jiqing might think that the other person was being a hooligan.

But Yan Zhen was different, because he was really giving him advice very seriously.

When Yan Zhen’s eyes behind the glass lenses swept over, most people in front of him would feel that they were no different from the biological specimens on the cabinet, as if their bodies were being scanned by a professional machine.

The first time Pei Jiqing had a consultation with him, his face flushed with his blunt words.

Yan Ke and Chen Huixing have been friends for many years, and some aspects really seem to be compared with a ruler.

Pei Jiqing will never forget him wearing a white coat, the light and shadow of the blinds across his nose, and the slightest curve of his fingers when he pushed his glasses. He said to Pei Jiqing seriously, "It’s very simple to restore the glands. Do it every day, twice a day, and each time for more than forty minutes."

He spoke very bluntly, and so Pei Jiqing became the shy person.

After an "accident," Pei Jiqing missed out on the ideal pheromone-compatible partner for research. While regretful, he longed for another discovery, and his interest in their intimate life rivaled that of a clerk keeping records of the emperor's life.

There was a reason Pei Jiqing was so obsessed with Chen Huixing. Back then, while still in the hospital, he woke up alone and was blankly counting the number of times his third IV drip had fallen when he heard Yan Zhen say to Chen Huixing, who was standing by the window: "Glands aren't like broken porcelain bowls, difficult to repair. On the contrary, the body's ability to repair itself is incredibly miraculous." "

Although this accident has reduced the sensitivity of the Omega's glands, recovery is possible. Your high compatibility is truly beyond the laws of nature. Even after recovery, the Omega will be quite dependent on you."

The transparent privacy curtains fragmented Chen Huixing's shadow.

Pei Jiqing lay in bed, feeling guilty.

Because his best chance to explain had already passed. The truth, which should have emerged at dusk or dawn, was now entangled in his pulse and the ebb and flow of his heartbeat.

Every morning after that, when Pei Jiqing woke and saw Chen Huixing lying quietly beside him, he felt a sharp edge in his throat. At first, the lie was the size of a snowflake, then slowly rolled into a violent snowball in his chest, and even his breath felt like the scratching of icicles.

Lying is like the first stitch of a sweater coming untied. It starts as a chill as the wind seeps into the collar. By the time he wakes up, the tangled thread has wrapped around every limb, and the more he struggles, the tighter it becomes.

Countless unfallen drops of water dangled, each reflecting that moment when he hesitated to speak. Silence spreads, and lies cling to this scaffolding, growing wildly until one day, it covers the entire sky, leaving no room for return.

When Chen Huixing tore up the medical report, Pei Jiqing tacitly agreed to marry her.

He was afraid of being discovered, so he pretended to be dependent on Chen Huixing.

In truth, as an ordinary Omega, he initially couldn't handle Chen Huixing's pheromones. The moment the scent of redwood drifted past a safe distance, every cell in Pei Jiqing's body tensed before his conscious awareness, his muscles tensing, every bone wailing like a wintering branch.

He was like a dragonfly forced to fold its wings before a rainstorm.

The aggressiveness was so strong it made an Omega's legs go weak, subconsciously wanting to kneel in submission.

Chen Huixing's pheromones were like sharpened amber, releasing prickly honey and equally fishy blood as it rubbed against an Omega's glands.

Long ago, when Chen Huixing approached, Pei Jiqing would immediately tilt his head, even rubbing the sheets into wrinkles. The arc of his eyelashes drooped five degrees more than usual, his shadows precisely covering the trembling pupils. Pei Jiqing would hide his convulsing body under the covers.

He looked as if he was filled with some unspeakable shame.

After all, if you like someone to a certain degree, even if you resist, you will tremble all over. That's why Pei Jiqing can disguise trembling as shyness and let weak knees evolve into leaning dependence.

The first time Chen Huixing lowered his head and smelled Pei Jiqing's pheromones, it was the harmless moisture of crushed bitter orange petals.

When Chen Huixing adjusted his pillow for him, it was Pei Jiqing who rubbed his cheek against the back of his hand, actively showing his affection.

At first, Chen Huixing seemed to be unable to understand how an Omega could be so clingy, as if an Omega was some kind of weak creature that was born dependent on his pheromones. In the early days after their marriage, when the morning light cut through the folds of the curtains, he would put Pei Jiqing's arms around him back, as if correcting some bad habit. Later, he gradually got used to it and became numb.

For example, from that moment on, Chen Huixing learned to unbutton the third button before kissing Pei Jiqing, allowing the pheromone concentration to just reach the right level to permeate the person in his arms. His once-straightened back began to bend, allowing Pei Jiqing to nestle his chin in the crook of his arm. His first instinct upon returning home late at night gradually evolved into caressing the back of his neck, soothing the Omega's complaints. He would brave a rainstorm and return home late at night to hold his Omega, curled up even more than usual.

Chen Huixing always thought it was a habit, like a gentle crease finally revealed by the pages of a book that had been folded so many times.

The bitter orange scent also invaded his S-rank Alpha, who had a keen sense of boundaries and a keen sense of smell. The nose of a top Alpha is the most sophisticated radar, and the initial sourness lodged in Shen Huixing's throat felt like an unexploded bomb. It

didn't feel like a closeness, but rather a threat to the Alpha.

From the very beginning, Chen Huixing frowned at the smell of Pei Jiqing's pheromones and distanced himself, but he eventually grew accustomed to it. Even when he woke on his side, he felt as if he were in a mist of bitter orange molecules.

He indulged Pei Jiqing's closeness like a glacier accepting melting snow infiltrating the rock, from resistance to acceptance.

Yan Zhen had told both Shen Huixing and Pei Jiqing that to pass the military's standards, they needed to do it more.

For a time, their interactions were almost nonexistent. After dinner, they went to bed. As a legally registered couple, the necessary intimacy was inevitable, and this coincided with Chen Huixing's sensitive period, so the morning light often caught sight of scattered barrier stickers on the floor.

As rain drenched the windowsill outside, Chen Huixing enjoyed suddenly flipping Pei Jiqing over onto his stomach, tightening his palms against his waist, his fingers permeated with the scent of bitter orange.

It was during that time that the two of them developed an unspoken rapport.

Beads of sweat fell onto the grooves of Pei Jiqing's back. Pei Jiqing had learned to mutter a hushed "thirst" whenever the other rolled over. Chen Huixing would then offer him a cup of water, and between breaths they would exchange pheromones.

The bathroom mirror was often misted over, and Chen Huixing's shaving foam would occasionally smear onto Pei Jiqing. After the redwood and bitter orange had completed their countless hedge experiments, Chen Huixing brushed Pei Jiqing's hair aside and said he felt it was ready.

There was nothing fancy about it, just a simple exchange of pheromones, dabbing every possible bodily fluid.

On the day Chen Huixing's susceptible period ended, the bathroom mirror was fogged up. Pei Jiqing wiped it with his fingertips, clearing it clear. He looked at the teeth marks on his collarbone, the color so horrible, and the fingerprints on his lower back, a stark contrast to the old ones. Pei Jiqing

thought, everything he had now was what he deserved. Who could be better at pleasing an S-rank Alpha than him?

Yan Chen and Yan Ke really enjoyed the food at Pei Jiqing's house. Yan Chen's meticulousness in separating the meat from the bones of the ribs was like surgery. Yan Ke's bangs across from him almost swept into the soup bowl. The two pairs of chopsticks never stopped on the table. Pei Jiqing counted the speed at which the eighth chicken wing disappeared and tapped the bowl with a teaspoon: "How long have you been starving?"

One of these two brothers is a medical geek, and the other is a pure otaku. One eats in the hospital cafeteria, and the other eats in the school cafeteria.

Yan Zhen wiped his mouth elegantly and said, "Not everyone in this world can find a chef that suits their taste. In fact, I can understand Chen Huixing's obsession with going home."

Pei Jiqing looked at them wolfing down their food, and secretly thought about the need to hire a good chef, and decided to give their chef a raise.

Chen Huixing came back very late. He took a shower, and the steam in the bathroom had not yet dissipated. Chen Huixing, still damp, rested his chin on Pei Jiqing's shoulder, and the strength of his arm around him was like a loose bowstring.

"What are you doing again..." Pei Jiqing's vague ending was lost in sleepiness.

Chen Huixing nuzzled the back of his neck, his breath hoarse from a long night's sleep. "Nothing much. The military dealt with a few people."

His fingers unconsciously curled the strands of hair at the back of Pei Jiqing's neck. Moonlight filtered through the folds of the curtains like silver sand. Pei Jiqing suddenly turned, his palm pressed against Chen Huixing's back, and then buried his face deeper into his neck. The gesture reminded him of a clingy pet, curled up in a blanket but requiring its human to sleep.

A deeply attached position.

The two slept in each other's arms.

A few days later, while Pei Jiqing was eating breakfast, he saw a military corruption case on the morning news. Numerous individuals were implicated. The screen scrolled with a close-up of a general's wife's blue diamond ring.

Not only military officials but also their families were under investigation. No wonder Chen Huixing had been so busy lately.

When the newscaster announced, "Family members of those implicated are restricted from leaving the country," Pei Jiqing remembered the unwrapped gift he had previously refused.

Pei Jiqing thought to himself, thank goodness he usually keeps himself clean. Chen Huixing should only realize what a good Omega he found now.

He had never been involved in the so-called power-for-money transactions due to his relationship with Chen Huixing. Pei Jiqing was quietly serving Chen Huixing as a virtuous wife at home, quietly sitting under her neatly ironed cotton home clothes.

The fifth anniversary recording of the "Honey Talk Star Chef" program was approaching.

The guests had not yet been confirmed.

Huacai came to ask Pei Jiqing if the executive had agreed. Pei Jiqing's eyes moved faster than the studio spotlights. He said guiltily that no, but in fact he had not mentioned it.

This request was really unreasonable.

How could Chen Huixing come to their show that they treated as a joke? The current affairs program on the big screen outside the TV station was where Chen Huixing should appear. The cold light reflected from his epaulettes there was like cracks in the cross-section of a glacier, not chatting with Pei Jiqing about life with kitchen utensils. Besides, the military would never let him do such a thing.

Pei Jiqing simply couldn't imagine the scene of Shen Huixing appearing on "Honey Talk Star Chef" being any different from the polar snowfield and colorful balloons crashing into the camera at the same time.

At the beginning, Pei Jiqing was ambitious and thought that one day he would really appear on that giant screen like Shen Huixing. However, a few years later, he was still wandering around in this meaningless program.

Several variety show trophies displayed in the glass cabinet were placed on the same storage cabinet as the Silver Eagle Medal awarded to Shen Huixing, which was actually very out of place.

When Lao Yu handed over the list of sponsors, he said that Wei Ji wanted to be on his show: "After all, you have invested so much money, it's just one episode, so we can make a plan. If this episode is well received, whoever is willing to invest money in the future, we will also host an episode for them. It costs money to invite guests, and we can get money by inviting them."

Pei Jiqing thought it was feasible.

Pei Jiqing knew that Chen Huixing would not care about his program. In addition, Wei Ji had already made his attitude clear to him. What happened in the past was in the past. He did not want to be too petty. If he kept on arguing, it would be a bit ungenerous. So he nodded in agreement.

Isn't it just a program? He would not lose out if he followed the procedure book.

On the weekend, he went to the temple with Liang Yi to worship. The sandalwood chips curled into grayish-white shells in the copper furnace.

Pei Jiqing hung his sunglasses on his collar and looked around.

Liang Yi said that Mu Xinbai's condition had improved a lot recently and he was willing to see Chen Xinze.

Liang Yi was dressed in Chinese style. He had just drawn a fortune. His fingertips touched the fortune. The crane embroidered on his cuff suddenly swelled up in the wind. He was a Beta and had given birth to two sons. Because he was well taken care of, he still looked very young: "Xinzhe really makes me worry. His brother is busy. Fortunately, you are here, Jiqing."

Pei Jiqing said that being a father is what I should do.

"The two brothers' personalities are completely incompatible. It's giving me a headache."

Pei Jiqing asked if Chen Huixing's personality resembled his Alpha father.

When Liang Yi talked about Chen Huixing's father, his smile suddenly turned like a silk flower soaked in morning dew: "No, Xinze does. Let me show you their father when he was young."

The ancient cypress trees outside the palace filtered the sunlight into golden dust, which fell on the ring on Liang Yi's ring finger that had never faded. Liang Yi suddenly pulled out a pocket watch from his bosom and opened it to show Pei Jiqing. He vaguely saw the eighteen-year-old Chen Huixing looking up from an old photo, the young officer's uniform buttoned so tightly that even his shadow looked like an unsheathed saber.

"Huixing looks like his Alpha father, but I'm not sure who he resembles in terms of temperament. Xinze, on the other hand, is more like his Alpha father, with a clear distinction between love and hate. I married their Alpha father very young, despite immense pressure to marry me. He loved me dearly, but he ultimately sacrificed himself, leaving the three of us behind."

At this moment, the sunlight melted Liang Yi's silhouette into a warm jade. Pei Jiqing suddenly understood that the elusive warmth in Liang Yi was the unburned tenderness of his deceased lover's blood.

After all, anyone who spoke of their deceased lover as if they were in their first love must have been deeply loved.

Pei Jiqing thought, that was truly strange. Who, then, did Chen Huixing resemble?

Liang Yi suddenly changed the subject and said, "By the way, Jiqing, you and Huixing have been married for several years. When are you going to have a baby?"

Pei Jiqing sighed as he was praying to the Buddha and said, "We haven't planned to do that yet."

Liang Yi said, "It's up to you. Last time I asked Huixing, he said you've always wanted a child, but for some reason you haven't. But you just have to let fate take its course with things like that."

Pei Jiqing, who had been praying with his eyes closed, choked when he heard this. When had he ever said he wanted a child? It seemed that only when they were particularly passionate in bed, when Chen Huixing's calloused hands stroked his soaked spine, would Pei Jiqing sob uncontrollably, his voice trembling. He would bite Chen Huixing and say, "Hubby, don't take it out. I want to give birth to a child for you, husband."

He would never be able to say it after waking up under the bed.

Pei Jiqing quickly put his sunglasses back on and said a few words of "Amitabha" to the Buddha. Don't blame me

, don't blame me. Pei Jiqing couldn't stand the thought of Chen Huixing talking about dirty talk in bed seriously as if it were a serious matter. The frame of his sunglasses pressed against his burning ear bone. Although he has been outspoken in recent years, he has actually done a pretty good job of taking contraceptive measures. The fact that he

has not had any accidents in all these years without condoms is enough to prove it.

Because he drugged Chen Huixing.

He bought it on the black market. It was very expensive. One bottle was worth half a month's program announcement fee for Pei Jiqing. So Pei Jiqing hadn't saved much money in these years. One bottle could only last them a few times. Pei Jiqing would add a little bit when mixing drinks for Shen Huixing. The side effect was that he would want it abnormally in some aspects. It could be said to be a catalyst for boiling desire.

Shen Huixing's desire for him was so strong, maybe in Shen Huixing's eyes, it was because of the high-matching pheromones, and in Pei Jiqing's eyes, it was because he drugged him.

Because Shen Huixing was an S-level Alpha, he drugged him a little more.

The drug really made Shen Huixing's self-control break through the safety threshold.

Then Liang Yi said that Huixing was not very good at expressing himself, but he said that you are very suitable for him.

Pei Jiqing wondered what kind of evaluation this was.

It's not love, it's not like.

It's just suitable.

In Shen Huixing's heart, the measurement of what Pei Jiqing called "suitable" is the same weight as the absolute value of the distance between each button on the military uniform, the maintenance cycle of the gun, the time spent on accurately disassembling the magazine, and the perfect array arranged on the electronic warfare frequency sand table.

This is probably what life is like.