Chapter 61: I'm very satisfied with your service this time. He said it lightly, as if...

Pei Jiqing told him to get lost, over and over again, but Chen Huixing was right there, bending down, abandoning his pride, crushing his dignity like peeling off a layer of skin, and laying it before him.

Pei Jiqing looked at him, at those usually sharp eyes, at those hands, carefully trying to please him, yet their movements were gentle, almost reverent.

Pei Jiqing suddenly felt meaningless. Struggling, resisting, was like punching cotton.

So he let Shen Huixing approach, letting that familiar scent envelop him, like a tide flowing over the beach, silently drowning him.

When everything calmed down, Chen Huixing even swallowed his load, his Adam's apple rolling, his eyelashes trembling, a trace of moisture still on the corner of his mouth.

Pei Jiqing stared at him, and suddenly felt his throat tighten, his fingers empty, something missing. He fished out a cigarette, clenching it between his teeth. The light from the lighter flickered, casting half his face in shadow. Smoke billowed, blurring his vision.

Chen Huixing stared at him, obsessed, greedy, as if trying to carve his features into his eyes.

His gaze slid from Pei Jiqing's brow to the bridge of his nose, then to the cigarette between his thin lips. The spark flickered, igniting a fire in his eyes.

Chen Huixing suddenly spoke, his voice husky, "Maybe if you had confessed to me earlier, we wouldn't have come to this."

Pei Jiqing didn't respond. He simply took a deep drag, letting the nicotine swirl in his lungs before slowly exhaling.

He stared out the window at the dark night. There were no ifs in this world—if his mother were still alive, if he hadn't set foot on Ling City, if Chen Huixing had never appeared in his life...

But fate is never reasonable; it only pushes you forward.

Chen Huixing was ordered not to go to bed and could only stand by the bed, like a large dog being scolded by its owner, with resentment in his eyes but not daring to disobey. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just lowered his head silently, raised his hand to pull down the hem of his clothes, covering up the most honest reaction of his body, and said in a low voice: "Wife, let me help you clean up."

Pei Jiqing ignored him.

Chen Huixing said nothing more, turned around to clean up the scattered objects in the room, but paused when he saw a familiar tool, and then threw it into the trash can without hesitation.

It was very late at night, Chen Huixing curled up on the sofa, listening to Pei Jiqing's breathing in the bedroom.

He knew that Pei Jiqing was not asleep at all. As long as he got a little closer, those eyes would immediately open and pierce him coldly.

Sure enough, the next night, Chen Huixing accidentally kicked the coffee table while rolling over. A dull thud echoed in the darkness, and Pei Jiqing sat up almost instantly. His voice was cold and hard: "What are you doing?" Chen

Huixing froze in his tracks, his heart clenching like a fist. Pei Jiqing had been wary of him, and the realization made his throat constrict.

He quickly lowered his voice: "I'm getting up to drink some water... Do you want some?"

The figure shifted beneath the quilt, and Pei Jiqing tucked himself in tighter. His voice, muffled by the fabric, carried a hint of weariness and a subtle tension: "No."

Asking Chen Huixing to leave was futile. He was like a stubborn beast, stubbornly guarding his territory, refusing to budge. Even when driven away or treated coldly, he continued to linger around Pei Jiqing, like a bear or lion guarding its mate, fiercely yet clumsily encircling its possessions.

This continued for the next three days.

Chen Huixing silently fulfilled his duties as a tool—wiping Pei Jiqing's body, changing his sheets, suppressing his own restless pheromones, and soothing his physiological needs, fearing to disturb Pei Jiqing's fragile defenses.

Chen Huixing knew that if he released pheromones now, Pei Jiqing's body would instinctively yield, no matter how much he resisted. If he forcibly re-marked her today and entered her reproductive cavity again, with her inferior Omega's constitution, another pregnancy was almost certain. But Chen Huixing didn't want to do that.

He had made enough mistakes.

Life is so contradictory, reason and animal instincts clashing in his veins, but it was Pei Jiqing himself who ultimately lost.

Chen Huixing knew better than anyone that even if he used every possible means to tame Pei Jiqing until he was knowledgeable, compliant, and obedient, he would not be satisfied.

He didn't want an obedient body, but Pei Jiqing's willing, unforced compliance, not false tenderness.

During this time, some Alphas, lured by Pei Jiqing's pheromones, did come knocking on the door. The scent of inferior Omegas wasn't quite as sweet, but it still piqued the thirst of these hungry predators. The first time the doorbell rang, Chen Huixing would scowl, his face etched in his

eyes, his voice as cold as ice: "He has an Alpha." Any sensible person would shy away. But there were always the bravest, relying on the intensity of their pheromones, raising their chins defiantly: "Brother, you're no match for me! I'd have filled you up with pheromones long ago."

Without even batting an eyelid, Chen Huixing kicked the man, sending him slamming against the hallway wall before he could even scream. After

that, no one dared approach this room again.

To Shen Huixing, Pei Jiqing was now like a small piece of bread before a starving man: sweet and delicious, but untouchable and unpalatable.

This suite held so many memories: wedding anniversaries, birthdays.

But now, Pei Jiqing would only stare at him with a wary look.

There was no marriage or trust between them, and even the most basic touch had become a luxury.

Chen Huixing wanted to pounce on him and rub him into his bones and blood, but he didn't dare.

Pei Jiqing didn't know how Chen Huixing solved it, nor did he want to know. He just found that his pajamas were gone when he regained consciousness, and a warm yellow light leaked from the crack of the bathroom door, mixed with deliberately suppressed breathing and the sound of running water.

He turned over and buried his face in the pillow, pretending not to hear the ear-splitting noises.

Chen Huixing had restrained all his aggression in the past few days, and always found some insignificant topics to chat with him. After trying a few times, he found that when talking about his daughter, Pei Jiqing's brows would relax a little, and he would even respond a word or two; but once the past and the downtown area were mentioned, Pei Jiqing would immediately become cold.

However, Chen Huixing enjoyed such time almost greedily. He carefully held Pei Jiqing's wrist and wiped his slender fingers with a warm towel, and his fingertips moved more gently when rubbing against the old scars on the glands.

Pei Jiqing was rarely obedient, leaning in his arms and swallowing the nutrient solution in small sips, without resisting or swearing, as quiet as a cat with its claws retracted.

Chen Huixing lowered his head and kissed his fingertips. He knew that this was a very short-lived tenderness, but he still couldn't help but fantasize that it would be nice if time would stop at this moment forever. Unfortunately,

even the most beautiful days have to come to an end, just like the tide will eventually recede, revealing rugged reefs.

When Pei Jiqing was dressed, his fingers unconsciously rubbed the back of his neck, where there was still soreness. His face was pale, but his voice was steady and almost indifferent: "Aren't you leaving?" Chen

Huixing said: "Let's go."

Pei Jiqing pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing an expression that was not exactly a smile: "Thank you for taking care of me these days."

The words were polite and distant, as if he was evaluating a diligent room service.

It was indeed beyond his expectations. He had thought that Shen Huixing would take the opportunity to mark him and nail him to the bed with pheromones.

When Pei Jiqing turned around to pull the door handle, Chen Huixing suddenly hugged him from behind. Her hot chest pressed against his back, and her arms squeezed his ribs so hard that it hurt.

"Wife," Chen Huixing buried her face in his shoulder, "I really miss you... I will change everything you hate, and I will respect you. Please don't leave me, okay?"

Pei Jiqing took a deep breath: "Let go."

Chen Huixing tightened his arms instead: "I know I was wrong and made you sad..."

"Has anyone told you that even an apology must be accepted by the other party?"

Chen Huixing froze.

Pei Jiqing broke free, and even curled his lips when he turned around: "I am very satisfied with your service this time. If I could give a score, I would give you ten."

He said it lightly, as if commenting on an insignificant transaction.

Chen Huixing stood there, watching his hand slowly drop to the ground. He had been humbled to the dust, but Pei Jiqing still pried his fingers apart and left without looking back.

The sound of the door closing was very light, but it was like a heavy hammer hitting the heart.