Chapter 29 Why do you all think I'm the one who's wrong? You...

Pei Jiqing knew he held a bad reputation in Shen Huixing's heart, a stain that had been indelible from the start.

Pei Liang had given him a less-than-honorable start, and in the eyes of many, he remained the uneducated young master of the Pei family.

Frivolous, dissolute, all show and no substance.

Pei Jiqing had once shrugged it off, even approaching it with a certain cynical composure.

Rumors were but passing wind; he wasn't Pei Liang.

He had always believed Shen Huixing was different, that he understood him, but now he realized that Shen Huixing was just another ordinary person, blinded by prejudice and carried along by rumors.

This realization was sharper than any words, severing the last vestiges of his self-deception.

Shen Huixing was furious, a low pressure hanging heavy over every corner of the ward.

Pei Jiqing could feel a sharp gaze sweeping over him.

After all, it was so sudden. Pei Jiqing could imagine the uneasiness in his eyes as he looked at Chen Huixing. The panic of having his secret exposed in public became the most damning evidence, making his "guilt" even more certain in his eyes.

There was no way to defend himself.

No one could defeat Shen Huixing in the cage of logic he had constructed.

Pei Jiqing had contacted Wei Ji first when he was in danger, and their frequent daily interactions—piece by piece—made a perfect chain of evidence for a rekindled relationship.

Chen Huixing was incredibly perceptive. Any flimsy excuses at this moment would only further confuse the situation, like futile attempts to patch up a crack in the ice, which would only widen it.

He should have expected Wei Ji to speak freely before Shen Huixing, unburdening himself of the past as if he were shaking down an old score.

But he simply relied on his luck.

When Chen Huixing mentioned the tattoo with a sneer, Pei Jiqing felt the dark red roses on his waist suddenly ignite, silently burning beneath his skin.

He'd told so many lies, so many that he couldn't even remember which were true and which were false, especially to Shen Huixing. The

sweet deceptions, the feigned innocence—now that he thought about it, it was a heinous crime.

Chen Huixing's fury was like a thundercloud, a suffocating pressure hanging in the air.

Pei Jiqing didn't dare add fuel to the fire. He half-sat up, his Adam's apple rolling several times before he managed a broken, tentative defense from his dry throat: "...I was really young and naive, I didn't take it seriously." Chen

Huixing's brows furrowed, and a hint of sneer curled at the corner of his mouth. "Ha, so young and naive, you can get a tattoo with him, a lifelong mark?"

Pei Jiqing shut up completely.

What else could he say?

He watched Chen Huixing pacing back and forth in the ward. The Alpha's tall figure cast a swaying shadow, like a trapped beast wandering anxiously in a cage.

Pei Jiqing suddenly raised his hand to cover his chest, his fingertips pulling out messy wrinkles on the hospital gown, and his face lost color at a speed visible to the naked eye. He pinched the soft flesh on the inside of his thigh under the quilt, and his eyelashes trembled in pain.

Chen Huixing's steps suddenly stopped, his jawline tense, as if he was trying hard to restrain something. Finally, he raised his leg to the head of Pei Jiqing's bed, gritted his teeth and pressed the call bell, his voice filled with suppressed anger: "Send the doctor!"

The light from the window cut in obliquely, dividing his profile into two halves of light and dark, one half of suppressed worry, the other half of undiminished anger.

The doctor hurried in, his fingers resting on Pei Jiqing's wrist, the cold stethoscope against the thin hospital gown of the Omega.

After Chen Huixing was escorted out and completely vanished from the ward, Pei Jiqing slowly opened his eyes, his eyelashes casting a faint shadow beneath his eyes. He glanced sideways at the door and sighed softly.

A nurse, tidying up the equipment, quietly informed Pei Jiqing that he would need a full-body checkup upon awakening. Pei Jiqing raised his hand to untangle the tangled wires and said, "No need."

The nurse replied, "Ma'am, you didn't even get a full-body checkup."

Pei Jiqing turned to the doctor and suddenly broke into an innocent smile, his eyes curved into crescents, as if the frail patient had never existed. "I'm actually fine. I was just faking it."

"If the executive officer asks, just say I need to rest." Pei Jiqing's smile deepened, a hint of cunning. "My husband is very busy, and I want him to pay more attention to me—understand?"

The last word rose in his

voice. The doctor and nurse exchanged a subtle glance, a knowing silence hanging in the air.

Pei Jiqing took in their reactions. He said, "Thank you for your hard work!" He said, "I'll close the door later. I want to rest."

Over the years, Pei Jiqing had gradually come to understand a truth: as long as he put on that innocent, love-filled mask, the world would be particularly tolerant of him.

People were always too lazy to argue with a "lovesick fool," and stupidity became the best immunity card.

Moreover, he was a lovesick fool with a golden rim, a beautiful fool gilded with a halo of privilege by the three words "Chen Huixing."

He knew how to exploit this status too well.

Just mentioning Chen Huixing's name was like waving a magic wand, and all obstacles automatically made way.

Hesitant glances and whispers tinged with contempt were ultimately defeated by the glittering title of "Executive's Wife."

When the doctor followed his hint and exaggerated Chen Huixing's condition to him, the Alpha left as expected.

Only a few more silent shadows appeared outside the ward door. Chen Huixing had left his bodyguards behind.

Pei Jiqing lay on his back on the hospital bed, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the sheets, and he raised his hand to cover his eyes, wondering how it turned out like this.

Perhaps it would be better to stay here for a few more days, at least to avoid Chen Huixing temporarily.

He originally lived in a high-end ward with complete facilities.

Pei Jiqing discovered that his mobile phone seemed to have been taken away by Chen Huixing.

On the second day of recuperation, Liang Yi pushed the door open and came in. He glanced at the bodyguard standing solemnly outside the door: "I told Huixing to assign you a bodyguard a long time ago." He walked to the bedside and said with concern, "If you had listened to me earlier, this kind of thing would not have happened. Jiqing, are you okay?"

Pei Jiqing said he was fine.

"Huixing is in a high position at a young age, you should also pay more attention to such things." Liang Yi was both concerned and worried.

Pei Jiqing nodded.

Liang Yi sat in a chair beside the bed and sighed softly, his voice tinged with deliberate dejection. "Xin Bai recently moved in with Xin Ze, and I'm so bored."

Pei Jiqing lowered his head and took a bite of the fruit he offered. The juice overflowed between his lips and teeth, the sweetness cloying. He chewed mechanically, his voice muffled. "Isn't that nice?"

Liang Yi nodded. Suddenly, as if remembering something, his eyes lit up slightly. "Last time it was your birthday, I wanted us all to have dinner together, but Hui Xing wouldn't let us. Did you guys go out to eat alone?"

Pei Jiqing's lips curled into a forced smile: "...Yeah."

It was from that birthday that the deadlock had intensified.

"Where's Huixing?" Liang Yi suddenly looked around. "You're not in the hospital, and he's still busy with work, right?"

- Of course he doesn't want to see me.

Pei Jiqing lowered her eyelashes, and the corners of her lips curled up in a perfect arc, both sensible and aggrieved: "My husband's work is more important."

"I'm really sorry for you. If you weren't so compatible with him at the time, I really thought you two would never be together. But it was a coincidence. You met at that time, and when you came back, I asked Huixing if it was okay. He directly asked me to choose the date. You caught his eye from the beginning," Liang Yi sighed and patted the back of his hand. "But no one else could tolerate him like this."

Liang Yi wanted to say something about them being a perfect match, but the more Pei Jiqing listened, the more his expression became uncontrollable.

Guilt washed over him like a tide.

Liang Yi was really good to him.

She had protected him all these years, both in front of others and behind their backs.

Pei Jiqing stared at his hand, and suddenly felt that the more perfect this play was, the more he looked like a despicable liar.

Yan Zhen's slender fingers fiddled with the instrument, the metal clinking with a crisp sound.

He took off his mask and looked at Chen Huixing, who was adjusting his shirt. "You've been acting strangely lately."

"Your pheromones are so messed up, doesn't your wife care?"

Chen Huixing was pressing a pheromone-blocking patch to his burning glands, his usually precise movements now tinged with a subtle impatience. "I can do it myself."

Yan Zhen raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes. He casually hung the stethoscope around his neck, his tone suddenly relaxed. "Oh, did you have an argument?"

His voice rose slightly, with a doctor's unique, unmistakable insight. "Pei Jiqing actually argued with you. You must have pushed him to the limit." Chen Huixing

suddenly raised his head and pointed at Yan Zhen. "Why do you all think I'm the one in the wrong?"

Yan Zhen thought to himself, something had happened. If it were any other day, Chen Huixing would have sternly told him to shut up, but now, uncharacteristically, he let him continue.

The man before him had a perpetually unpredictable temper, yet his Omega was as gentle as a spring, seemingly forever refusing to lose his temper.

Yan Zhen's slender fingers unconsciously rubbed his chin. "Maybe it's because your wife is so obedient to you, and they're all envious of you. They say your wife is beautiful and capable, with legs and face..."

The air suddenly froze.

The people Yan Zhen was referring to were classmates from their university dorm, now each with their own careers, and they only get together occasionally.

Yan Zhen belatedly noticed the gaze Chen Huixing was giving him—outwardly calm, yet within it surged a veil of rage that could tear anyone apart.

He quickly raised his hands. "I don't have any opinions. Everyone loves beauty, and your wife's face is truly stunning on the big screen. What can she do? It's just that you're too picky. Should you be less picky once in a while?" Chen

Huixing fell silent. The usually decisive Alpha now showed a hint of conflict.

"Should I forgive him?" Chen Huixing suddenly asked.

Yan Zhong almost choked on his own saliva, thinking that the sun really did not rise from the west. He was amazed in his heart that this young master had quite a rich psychological activity.

Is it his turn to forgive others?

Yan Zhong twirled the pen with his fingertips, and tapped it on the medical record with a "click", saying with unquestionable certainty: "You'd better buy the flowers and diamond ring as soon as possible, and go back to ask your wife to take a few bites, and everything will be solved." "

You know what? Your pheromones are so chaotic that it scares me," Yan Zhong pushed his glasses, "thanks to Mr. Ying, you will definitely not pass the inspection now."

Yan Zhong still felt that it was Chen Huixing's fault.

Chen Huixing's face was ugly, and now Pei Jiqing didn't let him get close at all.

Chen Huixing's gray-blue eyes were filled with an undercurrent of unwillingness to admit defeat: "I could do it before, and I don't need anyone else now."

"Have you ever seen a wolf that is used to eating meat become a vegetarian? Have you ever seen a drunkard drink only water? Your Pei Jiqing must have fed your appetite a long time ago."

Yan Zhen's tone was a little mischievous.

Chen Huixing said: "I can do it myself." He

emphasized these words, but he didn't know whether he was trying to convince the other party or himself.