Chapter 34 Is it possible that Ji Qing is just afraid of everything about you...

There was a flame burning in Chen Huixing's eyes, and he wished to grind the person in front of him into ashes, and it would be best if even the bones and blood were burned to ashes: "Do you know what you are saying?"

Wei Ji showed a mocking look in his eyes. He admired the cracks exploding in Chen Huixing's pupils, and slowly repeated the sentence: "If Executive Shen didn't understand, I can say it again-I said you were abandoned."

He suddenly laughed: "Same as me."

Chen Huixing heard the sound of his own bones clenching, and he suddenly jumped up and strangled the other's throat: "Don't measure us with your stinky adolescent love, Pei Jiqing loves me very much."

Every word was unquestionable and ruthless, as if this could weld the fact.

Wei Ji's pupils burned with stubbornness, his cheeks flushed with suffocation. He forced a smile, his voice hoarse, "Executive Shen...are you still planning to kill me today?"

The air stagnated for a moment, and his subordinates hurriedly warned Chen Huixing.

Chen Huixing suddenly let go.

Wei Ji stumbled back, gasping for air, the air escaping his throat wrapped in a low, hoarse laugh, like a trapped beast finally freed from its shackles.

Pei Jiqing was gone—completely and decisively, leaving Chen Huixing. This realization dispelled the gloom from his eyes, replaced by a near-mad joy.

He knew Pei Jiqing too well; once he turned, he would never look back.

All the vows, tenderness, and entanglements would be severed with his sword, leaving not even a shred.

So that was it—Wei Ji raised his hand to wipe the corner of his lips, the sneer in his eyes no longer concealed.

So that was it, he no longer needed to hide it.

Wei Ji had once, with despicable intent, tried to tear away Pei Jiqing's disguise, exposing his dark, unbearable past to the light of day, tearing Pei Jiqing away from Chen Huixing like a demon.

He wanted nothing more than to see Chen Huixing crumble, to see him utterly devastated after losing everything—just like he had been.

But Pei Jiqing's glance was like a blunt knife, slowly slicing through his chest.

There was no hatred in his eyes, only a questioning, almost pathetic, tone, as if to say: You failed to give me happiness before, and now you want to destroy the happiness I've so hard grasped with your own hands?

Wei Ji's heart felt like it was soaked in acid, aching and bitter.

They had met in the most insignificant years of their lives. Back then, Pei Jiqing was a flame in the bitter winter, the only warmth he dared to touch in his desolate life.

Even after everything changed, Pei Jiqing remained the tenderest part of his heart, a tender spot, the slightest touch causing him to tremble with pain.

So, he hesitated.

Now Chen Huixing actually dared to say in front of him that Pei Jiqing loved him.

This was like a dull and rusty knife, slowly scratching his festering old wound.

If Chen Huixing could really give Pei Jiqing a sense of security, how could he leave so decisively?

"Love you?" Wei Ji chuckled, with a layer of thin ice in his eyes, "Maybe, Pei Jiqing loved me too at the beginning."

"He is such a person," Wei Ji raised his head, "When he loves, he can open his whole heart to you, making you feel that you own the whole world, but once he decides to leave... he will never look back."

No matter how you kneel in the dust and beg, no matter how you heartbreakingly try to keep him, he will not stop for you.

Wei Ji was too familiar with that resolute back - so familiar that every time he thought of it, it was like thousands of fine needles piercing his lungs, and even his breath was filled with the smell of blood.

Wei Ji was telling a story from a very old time, and every word was wrapped in years of nostalgia: "I don't know what Pei Jiqing told you - he and I have been together since I was eighteen."

The air suddenly froze.

"You're talking nonsense!" Chen Huixing pinched his knuckles until they turned white. "You are obviously from the lower city."

"Of course Pei Jiqing and I are from the same place. It turns out that Executive Shen is so gullible. No wonder Jiqing chose you." Chen

Huixing's pupils suddenly contracted, and a dark wave surged in his eyes.

He raised his hand to signal, and the force that bound Wei Ji suddenly loosened.

Wei Ji rubbed his wrist, and when he raised his eyes again, his eyes were filled with false pity, and the ending tone rose slightly, like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue: "You are not as good as me? It's been so long, and you don't know his past."

"What past?"

Chen Huixing's voice seemed to come from far away, with a kind of calmness that was about to shatter.

Wei Ji's lips curved in an almost gentle arc, as if discussing a long-cherished secret: "Ji Qing and I have known each other for a long time. He is the illegitimate son of the Pei family and grew up in the downtown area."

These words, like a knife, cut through a carefully woven lie.

Chen Huixing felt his temples throbbing, and countless fragments flashed before his eyes. Liang Yi had mentioned their marriage, and that sentence, "The Pei family's Omegas used to have a bad reputation," and "Now they've become much more well-behaved and attended a very good university."

Chen Huixing had asked, "Which school?"

The name Liang Yi had given was indeed a good one.

"Did he get in on his own?"

Liang Yi said it seemed the Pei family had donated something.

On the day they first met, Chen Huixing examined Pei Ji Qing with a scrutinizing gaze. The Omega, his lashes drooping, his neck curved in a perfectly submissive curve. His porcelain-white skin shone under the chandelier, his long, slender fingers folded in his lap, even the joints revealing the dignity of meticulous care.

"After his mother passed, life was tough for us, but he never thought of leaving me. When we were at our lowest, we'd just share a bowl of clear noodle soup..." Wei Ji's Adam's apple rolled slightly. "But back then, we loved each other dearly." Chen

Huixing's pupils constricted.

This was completely different from the Pei Jiqing he knew. Pei Jiqing was always exquisitely dressed, the young master of the Pei family who would frown over an imperfectly cut diamond. He was supposed to be vain and pretentious, wanting to wear the finest clothes, eat at the most expensive restaurants, wear the biggest diamonds, and then show off his husband, everything about him, to the world.

Why would he curl up in a dark corner, sharing a bowl of bland noodles?

Chen Huixing thought, Pei Jiqing was clearly not like that. How could he endure hardship with others?

Wei Ji said, "This tattoo on our bodies is proof of our love."

"You said he loves you?" Wei Ji's eyes flickered with cruel pity. "Is it possible that Ji Qing is simply afraid of everything about you? After all, you're so gullible. It's all my fault for showing up too late. Otherwise, Ji Qing wouldn't have had to court you for so long." Chen

Huixing pinched his knuckles until they turned white.

He didn't believe it.

In his memory, Pei Ji Qing always had the perfect smile, ironed every wrinkle on his shirt, and placed a cup of perfectly warm black tea in his study late at night. Those whispers during their tender moments, those tender embraces, were clearly steeped in love.

Pei Ji Qing had said he loved him time and again.

"You don't have to tell me that," Chen Huixing's voice was icy. "If this has anything to do with you, I won't let you go."

After Chen Huixing left, he stubbornly searched every corner of his memory, trying to find evidence of Pei Ji Qing's love for him.

But what greeted him upon his return was a shambles.

Sister Zhang, along with the servants, resigned.

Her fingers twisted around her apron, tears welling in her eyes. "...Sir, Madam has arranged a way out for me. Without Madam... we really don't know what we can do here?" Veins

bulged on Chen Huixing's forehead, and rage erupted in his throat. "He did everything! What on earth are you still dissatisfied with?"

"He arranged a way out for you. You're so reluctant to let him go, why don't you just go with him?"

It turned out the man had even made arrangements for the kitchen helpers, only to abandon him here.

Moonlight streamed through the dome, illuminating the room with a desolate air.

Sister Zhang pursed her lips. "Sir... Madam has worked hard over the years, if not for her own merits. He's truly disappointed in you..."

"Get out! All of you—!"

A crystal vase blossomed with its mournful blossoms on the floor, its shattered glaze reflecting a thousand fragments of moonlight.

Chen Huixing sank into the leather sofa, suddenly feeling the mansion's emptiness.

He raised his hand to cover his bloodshot eyes, picked up the phone, and the order that leaked out from between his fingers was bloody: "Check it for me! I want to know...how many tricks Pei Jiqing has hidden that I don't know about."

Two days passed.

Chen Huixing realized that he had been living in a dream carefully woven by Pei Jiqing all these years.

Those shirts that were ironed without a wrinkle were just prepared by the servants in advance, and those soups served in bone china bowls were also prepared by the chef.

The amulet in the office drawer, which Pei Jiqing said he had prayed for devoutly, was clearly priced at 999 yuan on the Internet, but it was a perfunctory thing that even someone would queue up for him.

And every day, Pei Jiqing would sleep until he woke up naturally, and then dozens of servants would help him dress up beautifully, hiding himself in the costume of a virtuous wife, performing a play every day, and the only audience was Chen Huixing.

Xu Ze stood aside, his eyes wandering on Shen Huixing's gloomy face, wishing he could disappear.

This information was really too detailed.

Chen Huixing slowly turned the ring between his fingers, and the cold silver light flowed between his bony fingers, like an inescapable shackle. His voice was low and hoarse, with a bit of morbid obsession: "You said that since he is pretending... why not pretend for the rest of his life?"

Xu Ze stood silently.

Chen Huixing lowered his eyes and stared at the ring, and suddenly laughed softly, the laughter was like a ghost crawling out of the abyss. He slowly tightened his fingers, and the ring was deeply embedded in his palm: "I don't like people who give up halfway. Since it's pretending, then pretend for the rest of your life."

There was a crazy and gloomy undercurrent in his eyes, as if he wanted to drag the whole world into his obsession.