Chapter 78: Don't let him do it again, he's really going to die (just...)

VIVI's idea wasn't particularly brilliant, but it wasn't too far-fetched either.

Pei Jiqing stayed in the guest room that night and thought seriously about this problem. Logically, everything that happened to Chen Huixing had nothing to do with him. The divorce agreement was signed cleanly, and the property division was clear. Even if he was still confused, he could just leave it alone.

But the fact was, Chen Huixing had verbally agreed, but now he even had to blame Pei Jiqing for his illness.

The Omega with a high compatibility had been sent away long ago.

Pei Jiqing didn't know if Chen Huixing wanted to avoid being used as a fuss or for some other reason, but he had cut off all his escape routes.

If he ignored Chen Huixing, one day Chen Huixing would reveal in front of everyone that he and Pei Jiqing had spent the night on the 28th floor of the Yunji Hotel, where they used to hang out.

Chen Huixing was now very good at making things happen at the most inappropriate times. The most embarrassing words were said in the most nonchalant tone.

The years when Chen Huixing's memory was disordered happened to be the most chaotic time in their private lives. Pei Jiqing thought about those two years, when they had no free time.

It was really ridiculous. Now Pei Jiqing thinks it's incredible when he thinks about it, how could he be so crazy?

Whenever they met, there was not even a decent greeting. The moment their eyes met, they would burn. From the entrance to the sofa, from the bathroom to the bedroom, it seemed that it was never enough. Pei Jiqing was too lazy to unbutton all the buttons of his shirt at that time. He felt it was troublesome to unbutton two buttons, so he raised his legs and wrapped them around Chen Huixing.

Yan Zhen said that there was no need to deliberately correct Chen Huixing's disordered memory unless necessary. It was best to let him slowly realize the incongruity

. Pei Jiqing asked him how to do it specifically.

Yan Zhen said: "Just refuse when you don't want to accept it."

At the same time, Liang Yi, who was meditating in the mountains, received a text message.

- Dad, when you are free, You can go down the mountain more often to trouble your eldest son.

The sender is Jiqing.

At 4:17 in the morning, the curtains in the guest room were not closed tightly, and a little moonlight came in from the window. Pei Jiqing vaguely felt the mattress sinking in his sleep, and a body with body temperature pressed against him, with arms across his waist and breath spraying on the back of his neck. He woke up suddenly, and his conditioned reflex was to elbow him, and then raised his leg and kicked him hard.

Pei Jiqing caught the molester who climbed onto his bed. Anyone sleeping in the middle of the night would be scared to death by a stranger breathing next to him.

"Snap!"

The light was turned on, and in the dazzling white light, Chen Huixing was lying on the bed, holding his stomach, with the collar of his pajamas tilted, revealing half of his collarbone. His hair was messy and sticking up, his cheeks were still flushed from the high fever, but his eyes were righteous.

"Why are you here?"

Chen Huixing's memory was obviously still confused. He rubbed his ribs that were hurt by the kick and frowned: "I'm sick. You sleep here because you're afraid of being infected. But I found you based on the smell of pheromones. Don't worry, my fever has subsided and I'm not contagious."

After that, Chen Huixing lifted the quilt and got in skillfully. His palms were placed on Pei Jiqing's lower abdomen. His movements were smooth and flowing, and he was about to hug Pei Jiqing and lie down again.

Pei Jiqing turned over, rolled the quilt to his side, and turned his back to Chen Huixing, like building a wall of silence. The mattress sank slightly because of the weight on the other side. Chen Huixing's body temperature was transmitted from half a meter away, and his presence was so strong that it could not be ignored. Chen

Huixing supported his arm and looked at him, his brows slightly furrowed, and his eyes were filled with obvious confusion. Pei Jiqing never slept with his back to him. In the past, even if he was too tired to lift his fingers after making love, he would sleep soundly in his arms. But

now he used to... The back of her head was facing him, and her whole body was tense like a fully drawn bow.

Pei Jiqing once thought that if he hadn't pretended to be so relaxed at the beginning, perhaps they wouldn't have been beaten to a bloody pulp later.

But it's no use thinking about it now.

Pei Jiqing pulled the pillow over to press down half of his face, and said in a muffled voice: "Don't touch me, I want to sleep."

Chen Huixing attributed Pei Jiqing's abnormality to the fear of being infected by himself. He carefully moved a little closer to Pei Jiqing and then fell asleep.

When Pei Jiqing woke up the next day, the coolness of metal suddenly hit the base of his ring finger. A ring was quietly placed there, the size fit perfectly, like a part growing out of the skin.

He stared at the ring in a daze for two seconds, and asked Chen Huixing what it was?

Chen Huixing frowned: "You seem to have lost our wedding ring, wear this one first."

Pei Jiqing felt that the ring was very familiar. He heard his voice tighten and asked: "What is this ring called?"

"Xinghui."

Pei Jiqing remembered that he thought the ring that Shen Huixing bought for the music student Omega was named Xinghui on the receipt.

Pei Jiqing's knuckles pressed against the edge of the ring, and just as he was about to pull it off, Shen Huixing grabbed his wrist, and said in an irrefutable tone: "It was originally given to you, why do you want to take it?"

Pei Jiqing finally did not move, but just withdrew his hand silently.

When Pei Jiqing left the villa that day, he ran into Yin Ning who was about to send his child to school. The youngest child in his family was already in elementary school.

Yin Ning's eyebrows The hair of the man raised slightly, and he smiled meaningfully, his eyes curved into two crescents: "Oh, no wonder I saw on the Internet that you two were faking divorce, you two are really divorced."

Pei Jiqing hid the hand with the ring behind his back, and heard his own dry explanation: "... We are really divorced, and I have something to deal with when I come back."

Yin Ning covered his mouth with his hands and smiled mischievously, and put his index finger to his lips to make a silent gesture: "It can't be the exchange of pheromones, right? I understand, I will keep it a secret, it's not easy for you guys."

Pei Jiqing thought that the whole world didn't know He and Shen Huixing had to separate.

In the next few days, Shen Huixing did not have any difficult work. Yan Zhen recommended closed treatment. This matter could only be discussed and not forced. Normal people could not take Shen Huixing down, not even a few Alphas. Shen

Huixing asked why he had to be hospitalized. Yan Zhen and he were deadlocked, so he could only ask Pei Jiqing for help.

At this time, only Pei Jiqing stepped in. He stretched out his hand, stroked Shen Huixing's hair, and said in a tone that Pei Jiqing should feel very comfortable and safe: "Husband, you forgot, you are sick."

He The voice was very soft, and the tone was unspeakably gentle, as if coaxing a child who refused to take medicine.

Yan Zhen thought, is this how the two of them get along? It was unexpectedly harmonious.

Chen Huixing looked at Pei Jiqing without any emotion, hugged Pei Jiqing's waist, waited for a few seconds, and then sighed in compromise: "Okay, but I only have a few days, I have to go on a business trip."

Pei Jiqing winked at Yan Zhen, indicating that it should start.

Pei Jiqing would occasionally turn on the bracelet, and then hear Chen Huixing say on the other end using the smart housekeeper: "Turn on Pei Jiqing's program."

"Well, isn't it cooking? Why has it changed?"

His voice was a little distorted, but the confusion in his tone could still be heard.

Then at night he asked Pei Jiqing: "Is the investment not enough? Why did you change your program?"

Pei Jiqing ignored him.

In fact, when Chen Huixing heard talking nonsense, no one talked to him. Under normal circumstances, he would react quickly.

If someone agreed, it would only sink him deeper into his memories.

"I gave Old Xu quite a bit of money,"

Pei Jiqing looked up at him. "The boss of Margaux?"

Chen Huixing was silent for a moment, then said, "Yes, if he doesn't fulfill our contract, I can sue him."

Pei Jiqing was at a loss for words, his words stuck in his throat. After all these years, he'd learned from this absurd situation that Chen Huixing had secretly supported his program.

The treatment was a blend of Chinese and Western medicine. Several electrodes were placed on Chen Huixing's forehead, and tiny blue lights flickered on and off on his skin. Pei Jiqing reached out and poked the cool pad. Curiously, he asked, "Does it hurt?"

Chen Huixing glanced at him and said, "No, just a little numb."

The two-hour treatment was tedious.

Pei Jiqing initially attended to his work, then stood with his hands on his hips, gazing at the scenery outside the ward.

Somehow, he and Shen Huixing ended up chatting. After all, they'd lived together for so many years, and their topics were like scattered beads, easily picked up and strung together. They discussed why sparrows jumping on the power lines outside the window didn't get electrocuted, and how they might not talk too much to Yin Ning the next time they saw him.

Later, Pei Jiqing fell asleep.

When Yan Zhen pushed the door open, he saw this scene: the patient, who was supposed to be obediently receiving treatment, half-slumped over the edge of the bed, electrodes dangling from his wires, while the person who was supposed to be caring for him occupied the entire bed.

Chen Huixing tilted his head at the noise, his index finger still hooked around Pei Jiqing's. Seeing someone approach, he slowly unhooked it, gestured for silence, and continued to stare at the other person's sleeping face, lost in thought.

Yan Zhen: "…………"

After several treatments, Chen Huixing's memory disorder had improved considerably.

This kind of calmness was rare, and Chen Huixing was also experiencing a pheromone frenzy.

At that time, he was like a psychopath, bound and gagged because he hadn't been gagged in time on the first day. He had bitten himself, and his mouth was filled with blood, mixed with the scent of volatile cedar. Only the pheromones released by Pei Jiqing could slowly calm him down.

On the first day after the treatment, Pei Jiqing sat silently beside the bed, watching Chen Huixing fall into a deep sleep under the effect of the drug.

He didn't say a word until the evening, when Chen Huixing opened his eyes and rubbed his face gently next to Pei Jiqing's fingers.

Chen Huixing: "...I'm fine, can you please stop hiding from me."

Another project is pheromone withdrawal, and Yan Zhen asked Pei Jiqing not to give Chen Huixing any pheromones. Pei Jiqing was not qualified to sign for this treatment, and they were no longer partners in the legal sense.

Liang Yi came and took the pen, the tip of the pen hovered on the paper for two seconds, and finally signed his name neatly.

Liang Yi asked Pei Jiqing not to care: "You have done your best for him, you are already divorced, Jiqing, this is not your responsibility."

The process of pheromone withdrawal is more tragic than imagined.

The moment Chen Huixing came into contact with the unfamiliar omega-3, he vomited violently, eventually spewing blood. His heart rate flattened out for a moment. After a resuscitation operation, Yan Zhen shook his head and said, "He's too stubborn. His body is rejecting all omega-3s except Pei Jiqing's."

Liang Yi was completely unwavering this time: "If he continues like this, he'll die. Let's heal him for a while and then continue."

The S-class Alpha's resilience was astonishing.

He turned to Pei Jiqing and told him to go about his own business; he'd just watch over him here, his voice steady and uncompromising.

Pei Jiqing could go back and do his own thing. He returned home, stood in the kitchen, and suddenly forgot whether he wanted to pour water or heat milk. The coffee machine ran idle for a long time, and only when the steam sprayed on his fingers did he suddenly realize he had come to get a cup.

The image of Chen Huixing vomiting blood kept flashing before his eyes, like a stuck old movie.

After the first treatment session, Pei Jiqing noticed the pheromones on Chen Huixing's bracelet were erratic during the day. One day, after work, he went to the bathroom. Chen Huixing wasn't there, the bathroom light on, and there was no movement. Pei Jiqing caught an unusually strong scent of cedar.

He remembered Yan Zhen's words that most S-class Alphas died by suicide, and the hairs on the back of his neck instantly stood up.

He slammed the bathroom door, calling Chen Huixing's name. It was locked: "Open the door! Chen Huixing, if

you don't, I'm leaving!" "Okay, stay in there! I'm leaving, never coming back!"

Pei Jiqing deliberately made his footsteps heavy. As he reached the door, he heard the soft click of the lock bolt flicking open behind him. Chen Huixing stood at the bathroom door, water droplets from his hair pooling on his collarbone. The towel was tied loosely around his waist, water running down the grooves of his abdominal muscles.

He stared down at the floor, his left hand clasped behind him, the veins in his left arm still tense.

Pei Jiqing walked over and felt blood on his hand, as well as some tiny pieces of broken glass.

He stared at Pei Jiqing with panic flashing in his eyes, and just stood there motionless: "...Don't go."

Pei Jiqing walked over and saw that the entire glass of the bathroom was shattered, with spider-web-like cracks radiating from the center, and the indentation in the middle was stained with dark red blood.

Pei Jiqing had seen Chen Huixing lose control of his emotions several times: when the temple was performing a ritual for his Alpha father, he leaned on Pei Jiqing and showed a sadness that he never easily showed, another time when he betrayed him, and now.

Pei Jiqing really didn't want to care about him.

He had also felt indignant about Shen Huixing before, such as Liang Yi's partiality and the military's cold-bloodedness, which treated him as nothing.

Chen Huixing's paranoia almost drove him crazy, and those days of mutual torture were not pleasant for anyone.

But what could Pei Jiqing do? He walked out of here, but that damn Chen Huixing had taken all his internal organs out.

Whenever he thought of him, he would either ache here or there.

Either he felt uncomfortable here or he felt suffocated there.

At this moment, Yan Zhen knocked on the door. He saw Pei Jiqing and said, "He will go for treatment soon."

Pei Jiqing watched Chen Huixing put on his clothes on his own initiative. Then a medical worker came in to treat the wound on Chen Huixing's hand and tied a strap on his wrist. In half a month, Chen Huixing lost almost 20 kilograms and could almost be described as emaciated.

Liang Yi came over and said to Pei Jiqing sincerely, "Jiqing, don't come to see him. Don't give him that little hope. I know you are kind. He did something wrong. He is paranoid and cruel. He tortured himself like this. He deserves it."

Liang Yi couldn't help but shed tears after saying this: "If he really can't hold on, it's because we didn't teach him well. It has nothing to do with you. You have a bright future ahead of you and you shouldn't waste it here." Chen

Huixing looked back as he was led forward.

With just this one glance, Pei Jiqing suddenly rushed over, pulling away the medical staff, and protecting Chen Huixing behind him. He suddenly turned around and hugged Chen Huixing, pressing him on his shoulders, crying to Liang Yi: "Dad, please, don't let him do it again, he's really going to die... I'll just give him the pheromones."

That day, people coming and going in the hospital saw two people hugging each other and crying, and no one could separate them.

Yan Zhong had no choice but to have someone pull a baffle over to block this spectacle.

Liang Yi wiped her tears and asked Yan Zhong: "How did I become a bad person?"

Yan Zhong comforted Liang Yi: "Uncle, it's okay, maybe you will have a grandson again soon."