Chapter 5: Chen Huixing would think Pei Jiqing was secretly in heat. ^^…

Pei Jiqing couldn't touch Chen Huixing's money.

Although Chen Huixing's safe was open to him without any restrictions, a conservative man like him naturally handed over his entire fortune to Pei Jiqing. It wasn't for any special reason, simply because they were a legal couple. But every penny in the account had a trace of movement, and a careful investigation would reveal its whereabouts.

The corridor lights dimmed into fragmented spots, and Pei Jiqing loosened his collar.

Pei Jiqing felt that recent events and the many people he met had been constantly emphasizing "pheromones" and "compatibility."

They reminded him that he was a complete fraud, and even the intimate moments were a carefully planned conspiracy.

Five years.

Over 1,800 days and nights. The mask

, soaked in blood and flesh, had grown into his skin.

Pei Jiqing pressed his forehead against the cold window frame, but asked himself, even if he could turn back time, even if he could do it a thousand times, he would still do it.

He felt his life was good now, with a powerful husband, a comfortable lifestyle, a respectable job, and a future of prosperity within his grasp.

Some truths were destined to rot and decay, along with the pheromone report that Chen Huixing had fabricated.

He wasn't about to give up his current life so easily.

Even if Chen Huixing didn't love him, he was still his legal omega, enjoying the protection afforded by Chen Huixing's illustrious military exploits.

Pei Jiqing's most unforgettable memory of his youth was the time after his mother's death, when he spent time huddled under a ventilation duct, munching on cold rice balls, wearing a stained old sweater and clutching a deformed aluminum plate of painkillers. The needle puncture

on the gland at the back of his neck, from the low-quality inhibitor he'd been given, never healed.

He was so thin back then, his bony shoulder blades nearly piercing his cheap T-shirt.

Pei Jiqing barely remembered himself at fifteen or sixteen. The cheap neon lights outside the floor-to-ceiling window behind him shone like blood, illuminating the urban village that resembled a slum. But he lived well, supported by his mother.

Then everything changed.

Pei Jiqing never worried that someone would recognize his past self. After all, the two figures could never overlap.

One was a skinny boy who mingled with gangsters, with a bony spine. When he was on the run, his bangs covered most of his face. The other was an elegant host under the studio spotlight, with a decent smile and graceful manners. Even the cold light reflected by his cufflinks was as white as piano keys.

Rusty cans were piled up on the rooftop of the slum. The young Pei Jiqing was leaning against the eaves, using a chipped glass bottle to collect rainwater and swallow painkillers.

The winter air conditioning seemed to never penetrate his three-piece suit. He was picked up and dropped off by car. As he grew up, Pei Jiqing could hardly feel the distinct four seasons. His handsome face was reflected in the elevator mirror.

It was like two completely non-intersecting parallel lines, so different that no one would connect them together.

Pei Jiqing remembered when he just stepped into the gate of the Pei family and came back, the bloody sunset spread over the old house of the Pei family, and the gilded carved door showed off its wealth, which made him feel a little timid.

Qi Rongyin pretended to be very nice to him at that time, and helped him solve a very difficult problem, the first so-called "reunion" dinner.

She pushed the bird's nest bowl in front of Pei Jiqing, and the jade bracelet on her wrist knocked on the table, making a crisp sound. It was definitely not an ordinary item. Her words were gentle and considerate, weaving a big gentle net for Pei Jiqing: "Jiqing, you are really too thin. You have suffered a lot in these years, but it's over. We will be together as a family in the future."

Pei Liang sneered.

Pei's father said nothing, and then said to eat.

The young man, with embarrassment and wounds from the last fight that had not yet healed, was immersed in the arsenic mixed with honey.

Qi Rongyin straightened the collar of Pei Jiqing's school uniform. The neatly arranged textbooks, the schoolbag stuffed with imported chocolates, and the motherly smile that Qi Rongyin had carefully lit, fermented into a disgusting scene in the dampness of the plum rain season.

Until Pei Jiqing was told that he was going to marry Chen Huixing, Qi Rongyin took the information that Chen Huixing liked and said, "As a member of the Pei family, you certainly have an obligation to contribute to the Pei family."

Qi Rongyin pressed her newly made nails on the pile of papers, winding like a bloody centipede.

Pei Jiqing was so stupid at that time.

It turned out that those hypocrisies were just golden bells that animal trainers gave to livestock to be slaughtered.

After Pei Jiqing returned to the Pei family, he kept climbing up the ladder. He studied very hard.

He often studied until the moonlight at night was brighter than an incandescent bulb, and his admission letter was made of instant coffee bags and yellowed notes.

Pei Jiqing would often find himself upstairs clutching his textbooks, while downstairs, Pei Lu's cigarette ashes burned through the stockings of the girl next to him. He would crush the remaining cigarette and pour champagne down his throat.

Pei Lu's life of drunkenness and debauchery was a source of injustice to Pei Jiqing.

When he learned the Pei family wanted to trade him, he never imagined his life would be entangled in a business marriage.

Returning to his room, he smashed his crystal trophy against the wall and tossed all his honorary certificates onto the floor, where they lay like a pool of blood on the shards of glass.

Only then did he realize Pei Lu had ruined his genitals at the age of seventeen, his life a dissolute one, a defective product that could not be labeled.

Most of the time, Pei Jiqing would return home to find Pei Lu, after an all-night out, curled up on a leather sofa like a venomous snake shedding its skin.

That was why Qi Rongyin had taken Pei Lu home, marrying Chen Huixing in his place, and taking a large sum of money from the Pei family.

It turns out that from abandoned child to sacrifice, Pei Jiqing was nothing more than a transaction commodity on the Pei family's ledger, waiting to be written off.

Pei Jiqing was indeed very repulsive and angry at first. He thought that he had only eaten the Pei family's food for a few years, and he had to pay it back for the rest of his life. Why?

But five years passed, and he had become accustomed to this kind of life. Accustomed to helping Chen Huixing adjust the angle of his tie and fasten his watch when the morning mist drifted through the rose window. Accustomed to Chen Huixing's pheromone system replacing the smell of perfume.

He was used to Chen Huixing. Even if he didn't love himself, he wouldn't love anyone else. Pei Jiqing wanted to maintain this helpless yet indulgent "wife" mask in front of him.

He must not let the Pei family ruin his life.

But where would he get so much money?

When Pei Jiqing was anxious, he wanted to smoke, and he had to smoke mint cigarettes. He accidentally bit the tip of his tongue and tasted rust.

To be a good wife, Pei Jiqing naturally couldn't smoke. Sometimes, she missed the smell, so she held Chen Huixing, who smelled of cigarettes after the visit, and kept sniffing him. The tobacco scent lingered in the cashmere military uniform, and Pei Jiqing's eyes flushed like they were soaked in plum wine.

She wanted to smell it so badly.

Pei Jiqing suddenly grabbed his jacket and buried his face shamelessly in Chen Huixing's collar, his breath falling on his collarbone, burning the Alpha's brow.

With a sigh, Chen Huixing would think Pei Jiqing was in some hidden estrus and would carry him back to the bedroom in an intimate position.

Soon, the bedroom was filled with two overlapping reflections. Pei Jiqing bit Chen Huixing's tie, which smelled of redwood and myrtle, and let him trap him at the head of the bed.

Later, those crumpled custom-made shirts always had a contradictory scent - the top note was a strong cedar scent, but the base note was mixed with orange blossom perfume, and the tie wrapped around the carved bedpost was so tightly twisted that the servants couldn't untie it and had to cut it open.

I don't know how many ties they have used up. But the two owners are not

aware of their wasteful behavior and still enjoy it.