Chapter 2 You are not allowed to think, you are not allowed to move, just be quiet. Why did Chen Huixing...

Watching Chen Huixing leave home with deep affection, and watching his silhouette in a neat military uniform passing through the garden, Pei Jiqing immediately changed into a little white flower wet with morning dew, reluctant to leave her husband.

When the wait was completely gone, Pei Jiqing gathered his nightgown and yawned .

It seemed as if Sister Zhang and the others had tacitly completed a tight morning ritual.

Chen Huixing's car was driving in the gap of the morning rush hour in Lingcheng, and Pei Jiqing had already taken a nap in bed.

When Chen Huixing finished a meeting, Pei Jiqing was eating freshly baked scones with coffee with a knife and fork while watching today's morning news.

Chen Huixing's schedule was airtight, and sometimes the time was even accurate to the minute, so basically Pei Jiqing was in charge of all the big and small matters at home.

The big and small items that needed to be added to the home, the decoration design, the marble pattern of the entrance hall, and the chandeliers of the entire mansion were all selected by Pei Jiqing one by one.

Pei Jiqing had the final say on whether the servants in the villa should stay or be fired, so Pei Jiqing had the opportunity to build his marionette theater.

Pei Jiqing thought that he should perhaps compete for the Best Actor Oscar. After all, a couple who could pretend to be a perfect match even with mismatched glands

should have been a legend on the set long ago. Before Shen Huixing returned to Ling City, Pei Jiqing's life was so comfortable. He could go anywhere in the huge villa, but now he was restricted.

Days and nights before Executive Shen returned home, Pei Jiqing could freely enter and exit his study, and no one would care if he lay on the bay window with a bottle of red wine and sang French chanson.

Now he had to follow Shen Huixing's rhythm. The watch hands just stopped at 6:15, so he had to get up 45 minutes earlier than Alpha.

He had to change his expressionless face into an affectionate one, and placed the breakfast and ironed shirt prepared by the servants in front of Shen Huixing.

The servants naturally kept their mouths shut. After all, they knew who was in charge of household affairs. They found nothing strange about the ways of the wealthy; as long as their salaries were paid on time, acting was a piece of cake.

Besides, the wife was just a bit pretentious; she was already very good-tempered, and the salaries she paid were quite good.

Pei Jiqing flipped through the newspaper, his nails scratching across a piece of news about the marriage of the head of the Ying Group of the Asian United Nations.

The announcement of this S-rank Alpha had caused quite a stir, simply because he was marrying a Beta. It was said that during the group meeting, several major shareholders screamed like chickens whose nests had been kicked, and several microphones were reportedly knocked over in the press box.

Ying Chen loosened his dark-patterned tie, his cufflinks flashing a cold light. He spoke to the camera, "My pheromones have always been stable. My test reports over the years prove it. I'll only become more stable after marriage."

Ying Chen's words seemed to mock the entire ABO matching system.

But those reports were indeed quite unremarkable.

Ying Chen, the head of the Ying Group, is another S-rank Alpha in the Asian Union, so Pei Jiqing occasionally keeps an eye on him.

The stability of an S-rank Alpha isn't just a personal matter; the Asian Union regularly audits the stability of their pheromones, as the consequences of losing control or developing other pathologies could be disastrous.

For Alphas of higher rank and power, like Chen Huixing, the more rigorous their pheromone audits are, and the frequency of these audits is higher than for ordinary Alphas. This is why Pei Jiqing breathes a sigh of relief when he glimpses the scarlet "S-rank Maintenance//Excellent" rating at the end of the document.

However, Pei Jiqing doesn't realize that maintaining this rating is costing his own back, and he suspects this factor contributed to his proneness to back strains that day.

Maximizing pheromone soothing was once a shared goal for both Chen Huixing and Pei Jiqing, even deliberately aligning their estrus and susceptible periods.

Pei Jiqing has even traveled tens of thousands of miles to deliver these tasks.

Once, coincidentally, the Chen Huixing people were holding a summit in the Arctic Circle. Pei Jiqing was dispatched on a special plane across eight time zones to deliver him as a human comforter, complete with three boxes of enhanced nutritional supplements and a dozen condoms.

Snow fell heavily outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. The next day, Pei Jiqing rubbed his lower back as he leaned against the window. He glanced back and saw that the headboard had been largely ripped out of its cushioning.

That night, Pei Jiqing had been thrust so hard that he sank completely into the cloud-like goose down comforter. The hotel bed creaked under the weight, and his fingers, haphazardly scratching at the cushioning, had torn halfway through. The remaining cushioning had vibrated at a rhythmic pace, as if to the rhythm of their pheromone exchange.

Sometimes, Pei Jiqing even had the illusion that he was Chen Huixing's airplane cup.

The hotel's AI butler automatically opened the live broadcast of Chen Huixing's meeting.

Wrapped in his blankets, Pei Jiqing spotted Chen Huixing's specially-issued white shirt, a military-issued item. The same shirt had been wrapped around his ankle the previous night, and this morning, it had become a backdrop for the conference's holographic projection.

On the screen, Chen Huixing sat solemnly in the Galactic Council Chamber, his cold fingertips tapping the tabletop.

Passionate in bed, cold out of it—that was him.

It was with this same apathetic expression that Chen Huixing achieved a "pheromone-deep intercourse" with him.

Furthermore, Chen Huixing had a rather skeptical understanding of his own rutting period. Once, Chen Huixing used his star medal on Pei Jiqing, mistaking it for a sex toy. The next day, he read out the military's punishment regulations for violating symbols of honor in a very cold voice.

Pei Jiqing didn't bother to argue with him, so he became the perfect scapegoat for the absurdities of his rutting period.

Later, seeing Chen Huixing treat everyone in this same way, Pei Jiqing felt better.

Pei Jiqing thought that Mr. Ying must really love that Beta, so he didn't need the comfort of a highly compatible Omega.

"Sister Zhang, please be accommodating of my back injury. Don't cook or iron shirts tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

Sister Zhang said, "Oh, ma'am, I thought you were just playing it safe. I'll let Xiao Liu rest tomorrow and let Xiao Liang take over."

Pei Jiqing swallowed the last bite of the toasted scone, put down the tablet, and said, "Well, let's rest."

The meals cooked by the servants with good cooking skills were all claimed to be made by Pei Jiqing.

Sister Zhang made the arrangements and suddenly felt that Pei Jiqing's mood seemed to have dropped.

When he was changing clothes and going out, Pei Jiqing turned around and saw the bruises on his waist in the mirror. He couldn't help but think that no one would doubt him when he said that Chen Huixing was abusing him.

But Pei Jiqing felt that his waist was better today.

Pei Jiqing was not recording the show today. When he rubbed his lower back and slid into the meeting room, the LCD screen was playing famous scenes from the past episodes of "Honey Talk Star Chef" on a loop.

This morning, he specially tied Shen Huixing's dark pattern tie over his shirt. He paired the off-white linen shirt with dark blue straight-leg casual pants, making him look lazy and casual.

Anyway, the executive officer hasn't been home for half a month, so he has to have some personal items to make his presence felt.

"Brother Pei," Hua Cai sat next to Pei Jiqing with her afro, "How about we invite some heavyweight guests to the fourth anniversary special of "Honey Talk Star Chef"?"

Pei Jiqing said, "Sure, just a nod from Lao Yu."

Lao Yu was their superior.

In fact, he had also thought of a few people in his mind.

Who knew that the next moment the little girl would say something shocking.

Hua Cai said, "How is Executive Shen?"

Pei Jiqing, who was secretly adjusting his sitting position, almost sprained his waist again.

He stared at the little mole on the tip of the little girl's nose, tapped the table and said, "Executive Officer Shen's schedule is very tight. Of course, if Director Hua can convince the military to convert the military conference room into a cooking table, maybe the executive officer will cooperate with you..."

Huacai blinked his puppy eyes and moved closer: "I think you are not legal spouses. If Executive Officer Shen can agree, our show ratings will definitely set a record."

"Little friend," Pei Jiqing smiled, "do you know what happened to the last person who tried to get Executive Officer Shen to wear an apron?"

Huacai was puzzled.

Pei Jiqing looked at the little girl's innocent face and decided not to destroy the tall and majestic image of Executive Officer Shen.

Pei Jiqing said let's talk about it later, after all, Shen Huixing's schedule is really busy.

Huacai said, "Brother Pei, remember to mention it. Maybe Executive Shen will give you some face, since it's a big day for your show."

Pei Jiqing verbally agreed, thinking to himself, it's a wonder Chen Huixing even remembers his show; he doesn't even remember their anniversaries and doesn't care about anything at home, including him.

If it weren't for Pei Jiqing's shameless attempts to make himself known over the years, Chen Huixing probably only thought of him during his prime.

He remembered one year's episode of "Honey Talk Star Chef" focused on love. There was a segment on that show where a lover wrote a letter, and Pei Jiqing wrote one, earnestly, without showing it. It stated his wish for a happy life with Shen Huixing, addressed to his office. Later, Pei Jiqing found the letter tucked into a secret compartment in Shen Huixing's study.

If the word "read" could be considered a sign of concern, Pei Jiqing was speechless. The meeting

was over.

Pei Jiqing had just finished organizing the minutes when a video request popped up on his phone. Shen Xinze, a face that bore a striking resemblance to Shen Huixing, stared at the camera.

Pei Jiqing had always found this aspect of the Pei family's directness somewhat problematic.

The background sound was the clanging of shackles in the police station, and Shen Xinze had a sinister air about him, like a snake shedding its skin while wearing his righteous military uniform.

Shen Xinze and Pei Jiqing weren't in close contact, but the family didn't meet too often.

It was true that Shen Xinze wasn't the norm; fighting and skipping school were all related to him.

Now, his brother had stuffed him into a formal unit to pretend to be civilized.

"Sister-in-law." The little bastard was quite respectful to him, even though his gloves were still stained with an unknown liquid, as if he had just been tortured. The pale blue needle hole on the side of his neck where the inhibitor had been injected looked eerie in the cold light. "Please help me persuade Mu Xinbai so that I can mark him permanently...""

Pei Jiqing reminded him that Mu Xinbai was still lying in the hospital: "No matter how much you like him, you can't force him like this."

Chen Xinze said: "Dad doesn't let me see him, but I really like him. You and my eldest brother have such a good relationship. Help me think of a way to persuade him."

Pei Jiqing refused.

"Prime time." Chen Xinze suddenly threw out a trump card, "I am very familiar with the leaders of your station. How about moving "Honey Talk Star Chef" to the prime time for one week and broadcasting it simultaneously in several countries?"

Chen Xinze said that it was just a chat and there was no guarantee of the effect.

Chen Xinze said: "Of course, it would be better if sister-in-law can get Xiaobai not to reject my calls."

Pei Jiqing ran for the prime time. When he saw Mu Xinbai, his lower back reflexively hurt.

The ward was filled with pheromones with a hint of absinthe. The windows were sealed tightly and there were bodyguards at the door. Mu Xinbai, who was originally reading a book quietly, looked up: "Is your waist better, Mr. Pei? "

Pei Jiqing said: "...better, I came to see you, are you really with Chen Xinze..."

"You can't force it," Mu Xinbai sneered, "Tell that lunatic that I will never be with someone who doesn't respect me."

Pei Jiqing: "...then you should rest up first."

"Mr. Pei, you and your husband have a high degree of compatibility. He respects that you have your own career development, but that bastard is based on the continuation of the marriage and thinks that money can solve all problems. He crushed my dream under his feet, and now he wants to mark me completely and deprive me of my last bit of self-esteem. I won't let him have his way." "

He bought my paintings with the price that was enough to buy three jump ships, and then used my works to hold an exhibition and hype my works, and displayed them together with a bunch of electronic garbage. He has no idea that I'm not doing it for the money at all!"

Pei Jiqing was sweating profusely when he heard this.

It was ironic for him to improve his compatibility.

He thought Chen Xinze was using the wrong method to pursue someone.

Pei Jiqing said: "Chen Xinze is just a vulgar person. "

I thought I could please people by holding an art exhibition for them, but I didn't expect that they were really doing it for their dreams.

Such young literary and artistic people obviously don't buy into the nouveau riche aesthetics.

It works for Pei Jiqing.

What self-esteem? Pei Jiqing hasn't heard of this word for many years. After all, he was the one who immediately agreed to marry Chen Huixing because he didn't sign a prenuptial agreement and gave him a super high marriage insurance.

Pei Jiqing diagnosed that Mr. Mu was less sensitive to money than ordinary people.

After leaving the hospital.

"How can you ruin other people's dreams-" Pei Jiqing said to Shen Xinze on the other end, "For example, sponsoring a'Mu Xinbai Art Exhibition' is better than hyping and reselling other people's paintings and raising their value. Your biggest problem is that he thinks you don't respect him. "

Shen Xinze humbly accepted the advice and expressed his own thoughts: "Don't artists all want to be famous? Is it wrong for me not to want his paintings to be valuable after his death? "

After that, he told Pei Jiqing that the program would be settled soon.

After returning home, Pei Jiqing thought about it more and more, and every word Mu Xinbai said today seemed to be stabbing him in the heart.

What high matching degree, Chen Huixing respects his career, these two sentences are not true.

Pei Jiqing was lying on the sofa, and the trailer for the fourth season of "Honey Talk Star Chef" was playing on TV. Pei Jiqing was giving everyone advice on maintaining marriages. They were advised to exchange more pheromones and be more honest with each other. In fact, the host himself was about to consult a professional for his marriage. Being honest was even more of a fallacy.

He wondered why Chen Huixing never tried to solve the problems between them.

Pei Jiqing lay on the sofa and pondered.

The unique footsteps of Chen Huixing came from the entrance. He waited for a while and hung up the commander's uniform.

"Are you still uncomfortable? "

Dusk poured in from the floor-to-ceiling windows. Pei Jiqing was still in a daze. Chen Huixing was sitting next to him, his knuckles digging into the hollow of Pei Jiqing's lower back, but the force was not too strong. Pei Jiqing's waist honestly softened in this confinement, and he leaned against Shen Huixing's arms and said, "It hurts..."

The warmth of Chen Huixing's palm seeped into his skin through his silk shirt: "Take a leave and recuperate at home for a while."

"Husband, do you feel sorry for me?" Pei Jiqing suddenly raised his face and smiled, but his fingers were circling around the man's collar, "But I can't, I'm very ambitious. I have to record an important program in a few days. You know, I'm the soul of my program, and it can't be without me."

People like Chen Huixing are not good at coaxing others: "Just decide your own affairs, don't force it."

Hearing Chen Huixing's serious tone, Pei Jiqing suddenly moved close to Chen Huixing's lips and teeth, wrapped his arms around the back of his neck, and his eyelashes swept across the shadow of Alpha's eyelids.

It was a very light kiss.

Pheromones flowed and exchanged between the lips and teeth.

The moment the sound of porcelain spoons knocking against each other was heard, Sister Zhang and the others came out and retreated.

Pei Jiqing chuckled and moved away, not noticing Chen Huixing trying to wrap around Pei Jiqing's retreating wrist.

Pei Jiqing bent his knuckles and rubbed the water stains at the corners of his lips, a little red at the corners of his eyes: "Look how scared we made Sister Zhang."

At night, Chen Huixing and Pei Jiqing slept soundly.

Pei Jiqing raised his elbows and stared at Chen Huixing for a while, then moved over. His nose rubbed against Chen Huixing's Adam's apple. They usually didn't bring inhibitory patches in their own room.

"Husband, don't you think about it? I can help you in other ways." Pei Jiqing's last tone was like wrapped in candy, but his fingertips touched the third button of Shen Huixing's pajamas. The collar of his pajamas slid out halfway, revealing his collarbone cunningly.

Chen Huixing grabbed the rebellious wrist: "Your waist is not healed yet."

Pei Jiqing's wrist bones struggled unruly in his palm for a few times.

"Let's talk about it after you get better--" Chen Huixing seemed to want to stop Pei Jiqing from making trouble. He tucked the quilt around Pei Jiqing like a shroud on a corpse and warned, "You are not allowed to think about it, you are not allowed to move, be honest."

Pei Jiqing didn't dare to break free. He knew that in Shen Huixing's eyes he was a sex-hungry criminal with a bad record. He shouldn't make jokes and beg for mercy, saying, "Husband, what if I want to go to the bathroom later if you do this?" Chen Huixing

gave Pei Jiqing a goodnight kiss on his brow and said goodnight.

Pei Jiqing thought he would not be able to sleep, but after humming for a while, he fell asleep smelling the pheromones of Chen Huixing.