1122 - Chapter 2

When Jiang Yi woke up, his entire body felt as though it had been shattered. The most painful spot was the gland on the back of his neck, burning with a searing ache last night, it had been repeatedly marked to no avail.

Yet his body was clean and dry, as if someone had taken care of him.

Just as he tried to sit up, the bathroom door opened. His eyes landed on the tall, muscular frame of a young alpha. Fresh from the shower, his hair was still damp, a towel wrapped around his waist. His bare upper body bore the unmistakable traces of last night’s passion, vivid and impossible to ignore.

Jiang Yi’s gaze drifted to the strikingly handsome face, his throat tightening slightly. No matter what, this face identical to Yan Nanchen’s was undeniably pleasing to the eye.

His mind was still a little hazy. Last night, he had been completely out of it partly his own fault for drinking too much. In his muddled state, he had thought sleeping with someone who looked exactly like that bastard Yan Nanchen would be satisfying.

And well, it had been.

“Awake? Any discomfort?” Yan Nanchen approached the bed, kneeling on one knee at the edge. He braced an arm beside Jiang Yi, his other hand pressing against his forehead. “No fever.”

Jiang Yi’s eyes flickered. He glanced at those powerful arms, the same ones that had effortlessly lifted him last night. At the time, he had been shocked. He wasn’t exactly light, yet this man had handled him with ease, far stronger than he had imagined.

His gaze trailed downward, taking in the well-defined chest, still glistening with droplets from the shower. The water traced paths over the skin, stark against the scratches left behind. As Yan Nanchen leaned closer, the scent of violet and musk enveloped them, stirring memories of last night’s madness.

And it had been madness.

Even more insane was how he had responded every single time.

Looking back now, he felt like some starved animal, desperate and reckless.

Finally, his eyes returned to that face. He stared at the mole on the tip of the nose, so close he could almost touch it. He reached out, Yan Nanchen didn’t have this mole, did he?

“Want to touch me?”

Before his fingers could make contact, his wrist was seized, fingers interlacing tightly as his hand was pinned above his head. Jiang Yi met ‘Chu Beiheng’s’ gaze and, almost without thinking, asked, “Can’t I?”

“What identity are you using to touch me?” Yan Nanchen leaned in, one hand planted beside Jiang Yi, the other still holding his wrist captive. Knees bracketing his sides, he looked down at him.

Jiang Yi turned his face away with a laugh. “Hey, Chu Beiheng, last night you were the one begging me, remember? Trying to back out now?” With that, he shoved him aside and sat up.

The moment he moved, a sharp ache shot through his lower back. He cursed inwardly damn pile driver. How long had this guy been holding back? He had practically served himself up on a silver platter.

And worse, he had been the one to reach out first.

But there was a twisted satisfaction in it. Watching this face identical to Yan Nanchen’s, plead with him over and over, coaxing him again and again. It was an indescribable thrill of revenge.

As if to say, Yan Nanchen, you’re the one begging me now.

Once the dizziness passed, he rose from the bed and strode naked toward the bathroom. They were both adults, after all, it took two to tango. He wasn’t some prude. Claiming he’d been forced would just sound pretentious.

He could also feel the gaze resting on his back, as if it were scorching enough to penetrate him, just like the heat that had pierced through him last night.

“Jiang Yi, we’re already registered.”

Jiang Yi walked to the bathroom door when he heard Chu Beihuan’s words from behind. He steadied himself against the doorframe, turned his head, and curled his lips into a careless smile. “So what? It’s just registration. Isn’t it something that can be canceled? Fool.”

The bathroom door slowly closed.

Yan Nanchen sat on the edge of the bed, his hands clasped together on his thighs. His gaze was fixed intently on the bathroom door, like a beast lying in wait for its prey after a long silence.

But when the bathroom door opened, it was unclear who would become the prey.

In Yan Nanchen’s upbringing, he had indeed encountered many strikingly attractive alphas and omegas. For him, looks weren’t the sole criterion for attraction, but he had never seen an alpha as fiery as this one.

Jiang Yi, the chief assistant to the CEO of Neptune Technology Group, was precisely that kind of existence.

His looks weren’t particularly outstanding perhaps the kind of refined, scholarly appearance that would blend into a crowd but his proportions were undeniably striking. Even wrapped in a dress shirt and slacks, his golden ratio was unmistakable balanced, beautiful, especially in a white shirt, black trousers, and a pair of handsome leather shoes. It was simply perfection.

For a while, he had only seen the surface, but last night, he had witnessed the essence firsthand.

Fair skin, just the right amount of lean muscle, a perfect waist-to-hip ratio, and, even more so, those seductive dimples at the small of his back when he bent over, the elegant curve of his shoulder blades when he tensed Yan Nanchen had nearly lost his mind.

And the marks on Jiang Yi’s body were proof of his loss of control last night.

“I have to go.” Jiang Yi towel-dried his hair as he walked to the sofa and spotted a brand-new suit and shirt. “Oh? Are these for me?”

“Mn. Didn’t I tear them last night? And the shoes, I got you a new pair.” Yan Nanchen remained seated on the edge of the bed, unmoving, his gaze wholly absorbed in Jiang Yi.

Jiang Yi chuckled at that. He set the towel aside, picked up the shirt, and unfolded it, turning his back to Yan Nanchen as he slipped it on. “Speaking of which, I can’t help but laugh. That brother of yours, he really meddles too much.”

Yan Nanchen: “…”

“You don’t mind me saying that, do you?” Jiang Yi glanced sideways at Yan Nanchen with a smile as he buttoned up the shirt.

Completely unaware of how enticing his current state of “missing lower half” was.

This kind of unintentional allure was the deadliest.

“Mn, go ahead.” Yan Nanchen replied absentmindedly, his thoughts already completely ensnared by Jiang Yi’s every movement.

But this wasn’t even the worst of it.

“How did you figure out my height and measurements so quickly?” Jiang Yi picked up the trousers, bent slightly to pull them on, then tucked the shirt into the waistband.

The moment Yan Nanchen saw Jiang Yi bend over, the way the dress pants hugged his curves was so perfect it was suffocatingly sexy. He could acutely feel his breathing change, his heartbeat growing increasingly erratic, pounding excitedly against his chest as if he had never encountered anything so thrilling in his life.

Just as Jiang Yi was about to ask another question, he suddenly felt himself enveloped from behind by a wave of violet musk.

“I measured it last night when you were clinging to me.” Yan Nanche wrapped his arms around Jiang Yi from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder while his hands moved to fasten the button on Jiang Yi’s suit pants. He gazed obsessively at Jiang Yi’s profile: “Baby, has anyone ever told you how sexy you are?”

It was absolutely killing him.

This kind of affection struck right at his heart.

No wonder he had fallen for Jiang Yi at first sight.

Jiang Yi glanced down at the hands buttoning his pants and chuckled helplessly. Indeed, his “brother” had a completely different personality from Yan Nanche. He replied with a smile, “Yeah, someone has.”

“Who?” Yan Nanche frowned. Had someone else noticed his treasure before him?

Jiang Yi turned his head slightly, leaning close to whisper in his ear, “You.”

That soft “you” was like an intimate whisper between lovers, a feather-light brush against his heart, sending shivers down his spine and leaving him utterly enchanted.

Yan Nanche met Jiang Yi’s playful, teasing gaze. How could an alpha be so irresistibly alluring? His eyes darkened as his large hand gripped Jiang Yi’s slender waist, pulling him closer.

“Does Duan Yizhou know his assistant is this hot?”

“Only you know.” Jiang Yi could feel the possessive desire burning in the alpha’s gaze, raw and unrestrained. “So, darling, do you want to like me?”

Conquering Chu Beicheng gave him a thrill, a sense of revenge against Yan Nanche.

Yan Nanche felt his heartbeat quicken again, pounding so fiercely it seemed ready to burst from his chest. He knew, this excitement was all because of Jiang Yi.

And the signs had been there all along.

Only, he had deceitfully used his brother’s identity because he knew Jiang Yi despised him, and he wanted to claim him.

But now, it wasn’t clear who had conquered whom.

“I want you.” Yan Nanche cupped the back of Jiang Yi’s neck and kissed those clever lips.

Later, they got together.

Their passion burned like wildfire, their romance intense and all-consuming.

By day, Jiang Yi dealt with the nitpicking client Yan Nanche; by night, he reveled in the affection of his beloved Chu Beicheng. He never imagined he could fall so hard for Chu Beicheng, even though he looked exactly like that cold-faced Yan Nanche their personalities couldn’t be more different.

He had noticed one major distinction between the twins: one was sharp-tongued, the other full of praise.

Yan Nanche only ever criticized him, his tie was crooked, his shirt was ugly, his shoes were tasteless, even his signature wasn’t professional enough. During meetings, Yan Nanche would stare at him as if scrutinizing his very existence, as though he wanted to send Jiang Yi back to the womb for a redesign. In short, he loved finding fault with him.

But Brother Chu Beicheng was different. He would compliment Jiang Yi, telling him how sexy he looked in a shirt, gazing at him in awe as if he were the most beautiful person alive. Sometimes, he’d even spend ten minutes just kissing Jiang Yi’s hand, his eyes filled with adoration, as if Jiang Yi were his entire world.

Yet sometimes, Jiang Yi would feel a flicker of doubt.

Could twins really be this similar?

Apart from their fashion sense, they were nearly identical even their pheromones were alike. Every morning, waking up to Chu Beicheng’s face so close to his, Jiang Yi couldn’t help but question himself.

Why did Yan Nanche suddenly seem less irritating these days?

“Am I really loving the house for its crow?” Jiang Yi pinched his boyfriend Chu Beicheng’s nose playfully.

Yan Nan Chen, who had been sleeping soundly, suddenly felt his breathing grow labored, jolting him awake. His irritation at being disturbed flared up instantly, and when he opened his eyes, they burned with a fierce intensity. But the moment he saw it was Jiang Yi, he silently reined in his temper.

He then pulled Jiang Yi into his arms, burying his face in the crook of his neck. His voice was low, still thick with sleep as he murmured, “Why are you up so early? Isn’t today the weekend?”

Hearing his boyfriend’s drowsy whining, Jiang Yi couldn’t help but laugh. The usually cold-faced Yan Nan Chen would never act like this, totally different. He leaned down and kissed his boyfriend’s cheek. “No reason, I just wanted to look at you a little longer. To see if there are any similarities between you and your brother.”

He completely missed the way Yan Nan Chen’s body abruptly stiffened.

“So, did you find any?”

Jiang Yi nodded. “Yeah. You’re nothing alike. You’re sweet and know how to cheer me up, unlike your brother so harsh. I don’t like him at all. Don’t you dare tell him I said that, or I’ll get mad.”

Yan Nan Chen was silent for a moment before replying with a quiet, “Mm. I won’t say anything.”

“Good boy!” Jiang Yi ruffled his boyfriend’s hair as if petting a big dog, then leaned down to coax him. “Go back to sleep.”

Yan Nan Chen clung to Jiang Yi, pressing his face deeper into his shoulder, each breath laced with conflict and longing.

If only he could keep it this way forever, if only Jiang Yi would never find out just how despicable and deceitful, he truly was.

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