Chapter 42: I Just Want a Divorce. This Man Plays with Me in His Hands...

Chen Huixing was ecstatic, kissing her passionately, a fierce intensity between his lips and teeth, as if he wanted to rub all the longing he'd accumulated over the year into this intimate embrace.

Pei Jiqing's lips were colder than he remembered, yet still carried the bitter orange scent that haunted him.

The deeper he kissed, the more he could taste the gentle Pei Jiqing he remembered, the one who would lean against him in the hallway after he came home from overtime, whispering a sleepy "thank you for your hard work" to him with a kiss.

Now, that body was frozen in his arms, like a statue.

How ridiculous! It was Pei Jiqing who had instilled the kissing habit in Chen Huixing, but now he had stopped practicing it, and only Chen Huixing was still remembered.

Now, when Shen Huixing came home from work and hugged Pei Jiqing for a kiss, it was Pei Jiqing who rejected him.

Pei Jiqing's first reaction to hearing these words was disbelief.

Pei Jiqing didn't think he was foolish enough to believe such talk. The source of all his pain was Chen Huixing. Why was there so much unspoken hatred and pain?

"Chen Huixing, isn't a 90% match enough for you? Or do you think the body you've been using for five years is better?"

Every word was laced with bloody self-deprecation. Hurting others is always a self-defeating business.

Chen Huixing's features were sharp and hard, and now they took on a terrifying venom. His gaze held an unfathomable depth. His jaw set. "How did you know?"

Pei Jiqing simply looked at him calmly, as if even the hatred had burned away in an instant, leaving only exhausted ashes. "Chen Huixing, can you please stop pestering me? My life had returned to normal."

"Normal? Life with me isn't normal?"

"From the moment I married you, I've never been normal. I've regretted it every day since I married you."

Those days of fear haunted him like a shadow, lingering.

The fear that his lies would be exposed.

A sneer curled the corners of Pei Jiqing's mouth, his eyes gleaming with sarcasm. "You know no one can stand someone like you? You only think about yourself, never caring about anyone else—no one can stand that."

"Pei Jiqing," Chen Huixing said dangerously, "Shut up."

But Pei Jiqing refused.

His fingertips dug into his palm, the pain unable to suppress the shame seeping from his bones.

Tonight's entanglement felt like torture. His body had betrayed him, simply because of that hateful mark, because he was a low-level Omega. Resistance had become a double-edged sword.

Chen Huixing's pheromones choked him, yet they instinctively forced his body to submit, even—shamefully—to comply.

He hated himself for this, for this body shattered by lust.

Afterward, lying on the tousled sheets, he felt dirty, a sickening cheapness emanating from his inside out.

Pride forced Pei Jiqing to raise his sharpest "sword" and plunge it fiercely into the other's heart.

He heard his own voice tremble, and he said sarcastically, "Chen Huixing, I think you're really a slut. You knew everything, yet you still insisted on sleeping with me."

He then forced out another cruel laugh: "Why? Are there no highly compatible Omegas who can serve me?"

The corners of Chen Huixing's eyes instantly turned scarlet, like a wild animal on the verge of losing control.

He grabbed Pei Jiqing's chin, his knuckles turning white, and forced him to look directly into his eyes.

"Stop talking."

"Does that guy also hide under your desk and give you a blowjob? Does he also follow you around and be your vent? Or did I—raise your standards?" Chen

Huixing's face darkened: "Do you think everyone is like you?"

These words were like a slap in the face, slapping Pei Jiqing's already rotten self-esteem.

He sneered inwardly—well, he's a slut, he's willing to degenerate.

"Pei Jiqing, take back everything you just said."

"Do you think that even if you're deceiving yourself, I'll still be that puppet who obeys you and tolerates you?"

"Puppet? Did I beg you to do that?"

Chen Huixing thought it was ridiculous.

It was Pei Jiqing who first broke into his world, pestering him with the call of "husband," following him around and asking about his well-being. It was he who personally shattered the safe distance of mutual respect, hugged him tightly, said he couldn't live without Chen Huixing, said he was the only light in his barren life.

The sweet words were wrapped in honey, every word was spoken by him first, but now he wants to distort the truth and say that he was forced to say it.

How ridiculous.

Chen Huixing looked at the man in front of him with eyes full of hatred and suddenly felt unfamiliar.

Which one was the illusion: the Pei Jiqing who said "I will love you forever" back then, or the Pei Jiqing who said he hated him now? He was the one who said the sweet words and made the vows of eternal love

, but in the end, he accused this fall - of not being voluntary.

Chen Huixing suddenly overturned everything in front of him, and the sound of shattering was just like everything they had now shattered into pieces.

He turned and pointed at Pei Jiqing, his eyes burning with the pain of betrayal and rage: "Pei Jiqing, who was the one who was wrong in the beginning? It was you! You, the liar!"

Pei Jiqing glared: "Yes, I am a liar. When you were on the battlefield, I said I missed you - but I wished you would die there, and then I would inherit your legacy."

Pei Jiqing's eyes were cold and empty, as if telling a story that had nothing to do with him: "It would be fine if you could be good to me all your life. I can play a play with you for a lifetime. Isn't this what an older child like you wants? Everyone obeys."

His voice suddenly turned cold: "But you made me hurt, so don't even think about getting well."

Finally, Pei Jiqing calmly uttered the words, as light as a sigh, but as heavy as a thousand pounds: "So Chen Huixing, instead of torturing each other, divorce."

"Pei Jiqing, divorce, unless I die." Chen Huixing bit each word very heavily, with an almost paranoid madness, "Do you want to torture each other? Then do it together."

The Alpha's eyes gradually became dangerous and sharp, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue: "Who do you want to be with? Wei Ji--"

The name rolled over his teeth, carrying deep hatred: "Ah, yes, you have been with him for a long time. You loved each other so deeply back then, so deeply that you still have the same tattoo as his." Chen

Huixing's gaze fell on Pei Jiqing's waist and abdomen, as if he could see the mark that drove him crazy through the blanket.

In the days after the reunion, Chen Huixing imagined countless times that he would use his eyes to cut off that piece of flesh inch by inch, and wash away all the traces that should not exist.

Kill Wei Ji--this idea grew wildly in his heart, as if as long as that person disappeared, there would be one less thing in the world that bothered him.

"Or that Lin Qin? When he called you brother--you were very moved, right?"

Pei Jiqing, those marks of varying depths meandered like a river on his body, becoming his story with others.

Chen Huixing stood here and looked back. After five years of marriage and tens of millions of physical encounters, all he had poured into her failed to leave even a trace on Pei Jiqing.

He was the wind passing through Pei Jiqing's fingers.

Chen Huixing stood up suddenly, and Pei Jiqing stretched out his hand to grab his wrist, his fingertips trembling slightly: "I just want a divorce."

Chen Huixing looked back at him: "Absolutely not."

Every word was as hard as iron.

Pei Jiqing sat back dejectedly, like a crane with broken wings.

He lost the bet.

He thought those harsh words would be exchanged for the determination to never see each other again, but now he was left with only a mess.

The sheets were messy like a battlefield, and the blanket slipped from the shoulders, revealing a large area of pink skin. The lines from the back of the neck to the waist were like the most fluent fine brushwork of a famous artist, and every ups and downs were soaked in the gorgeous colors after love. The white porcelain skin was slightly red, as if plum blossoms fell on the snow, which was more alluring than the most beautiful spring scenery.

Pei Jiqing's entire figure from behind, from neck to back, to his slender waist, his rounded hips, and then his slender, straight legs stretched sideways, formed a breathtakingly beautiful curve. His entire body was flushed, a rosy hue etched across his white skin.

Truly a truly alluring figure.

"You're right, who's more alluring than you?" Chen Huixing traced his taut spine with malicious fingertips. "You're wild in bed, but demure outside. You were born to be a captive canary. I shouldn't have married you to be my wife. I should have found a place, built a cage, and locked you in, leaving you to beg for mercy."

Pei Jiqing grew colder as he listened.

"You can plot with others, but if you ever set foot outside of Ling City again, I'll write the name Chen Huixing backwards."

"Cen Yuean's position—how long do you think you'll stay? I could crush Wei Ji like an ant."

A month later, Qingyu Technology was teetering on the brink of collapse amidst scandal, and the new drug was exposed. The stock market's broken line charted a decapitated snake, its segments collapsing one by one. Chen Huixing sat in the car with Pei Jiqing, watching the crowd outside as those angry people smashed the glass door into a spiderweb of cracks.

"I told you. Crushing him to death is as easy as crushing an ant."

Pei Jiqing looked at the fierce profile of the man beside him. This demon, who played people in his hands, was someone he had personally nurtured for five years.