1122 - Chapter 9

Yan Nanchen stood motionless in the entryway, watching as his beloved Jiang Yi destroyed every trace of their sweet memories from the past five months. None of it truly mattered after all, broken things could be replaced.

But when he saw Jiang Yi smash everything to pieces, tears streaming down his face as he finally said:

“Puppy, let’s break up with dignity. Never see each other again.”

He couldn’t take it.

“I don’t want to.” Yan Nanchen’s voice was nearly hoarse, his bloodshot eyes filled with desperate fear. He took heavy steps toward Jiang Yi, stopping before him, trembling hands cradling his face. “Please, don’t abandon me.”

In the entryway, the Alpha’s repentant pleas echoed, repeated over and over as if he feared the man before him would turn and leave without hesitation.

Five months ago, this proud, favored son of heaven had been the newly appointed CEO of Galaxy Group.

Five months later, that favored son had shed his arrogance, reduced to begging on his knees for a love that had seeped into his bones.

Jiang Yi looked at Yan Nanchen, crying like this, and laughed yet his own tears fell uncontrollably. “Don’t you think you’re ridiculous? Dating me while listening to me complain about you, responding to me, even agreeing with me. Aren’t you contradicting yourself? Doesn’t that torment you?”

Yan Nanchen didn’t answer. He held Jiang Yi’s face, weeping uncontrollably. Right now, no amount of scolding mattered. His mind held only one thought, he couldn’t let Jiang Yi leave.

If he let go, he would lose Jiang Yi completely.

How could he live then?

“Let go.” Jiang Yi took a deep breath, turning his face away as he spoke coldly.

He could feel the Alpha’s Violet Musk pheromones affecting him, slowly enveloping him, as if trying to use scent to make him stay. If Yan Nanchen got any closer, his instincts would force him to relent.

This was biological compulsion, they were highly compatible AO partners. Their addiction to each other’s pheromones was ingrained in their bones. As long as the mark remained, he would be powerless to stop Yan Nanchen from drawing near.

This was the supreme law of AO partners: they would always yield to their beloved.

That was why he had to leave Yan Nanchen, leave this place, go somewhere no one could find him.

“I won’t.” Yan Nanchen could hold back no longer. He pulled Jiang Yi into his arms, though mindful of his pregnancy, he didn’t dare hold too tightly. Burying his face in the crook of Jiang Yi’s neck, he inhaled deeply, intoxicated by the scent of Tuberose Jasmine. “Tell me, what do I have to do for you to forgive me? I’ll do anything.”

“Forgive you? Do you think what you did is forgivable?” Jiang Yi pushed him away, his expression icy and resolute. “I told you, I won’t forgive you. Now get out of my house. Disappear from my sight.”

He turned sideways, refusing to look at him.

Yan Nanchen stumbled back a couple of steps from the push. Once steady, he stared blankly at Jiang Yi.

The apartment was now in ruins, everything shattered on the floor. Jiang Yi stood amidst these broken memories, his figure slimmer since his Omega differentiation, yet his back remained straight like an unyielding bamboo, fragile yet stubbornly unbroken.

It was precisely this fearless love and hate that made Yan Nanchen realize he was the one who had fallen the deepest in this relationship. He was the one who had been the most foolish, thinking himself superior.

One wrong step led to another.

Yan Nanchen’s thin lips trembled slightly as he asked the question he most wanted to ask: “Yi Yi, if the person who pursued you back then wasn’t named Chu Beiheng, wasn’t Puppy, but, Yan Nanchen, would you have fallen in love with me?”

Jiang Yi stared at the shattered glass fragments on the floor, his gaze settling on a photo of the two of them. The backdrop was the floor-to-ceiling window of a hotel overlooking the sea. It was from a business trip with Director Duan when Puppy had suddenly appeared before him, giving him a surprise.

And it wasn’t just that one time. Puppy had given him countless surprises, whether emotional or material, fulfilling every need. In this person’s eyes, his existence seemed to be the entire world. He had felt intensely loved, enveloped in a passionate devotion.

In this relationship, he had been the one who simply enjoyed it all.

And the person he had been so infatuated with wasn’t named Chu Beiheng, it was Puppy, whose real name was Yan Nanchen. So he couldn’t deny that, in reality, it was this man named Yan Nanchen who had created everything for him.

He loved Puppy.

“No,” Jiang Yi answered coldly. Then, as an afterthought, he added, “But at least I wouldn’t hate you as much as I do now. Dislike and hate are not the same thing.”

Yan Nanchen froze in place, as if plunged into an icy abyss, his entire body immobilized. He stared at Jiang Yi as sweet memories from the past surged into his mind, vivid and clear. But now, he was being forced to forget them, bit by bit.

Why had he been so cowardly?

If he had been just a little braver back then, could he have turned dislike into something less severe? At least it wouldn’t have come to this.

Seeing Yan Nanchen still standing there, Jiang Yi no longer wanted to stay in this space saturated with the pheromones of Violet Musk. Lingering any longer would cloud his judgment.

Without a second thought, he turned to leave.

But as he brushed past Yan Nanchen, his hand was seized.

“Where are you going?” Yan Nanchen grabbed him swiftly, his sharp gaze fixed on him.

Jiang Yi didn’t look at him. “If you won’t leave, then I will. Don’t follow me. If you dare, don’t blame me for calling the police.”

With that, he shook off Yan Nanchen’s grip and walked away.

Yan Nanchen watched as the hand he had been holding slipped from his grasp, as Jiang Yi’s warmth gradually faded. He lifted his gaze to Jiang Yi’s retreating figure until it disappeared from sight.

In that moment, he finally understood what it felt like to have his heart hollowed out, so suffocating he could barely breathe.

It hurt so much.

His pupils contracted, his face turning deathly pale. Clutching his chest, the pain radiated through him, numbing his heart. His fingers twisted the fabric of his shirt into deep wrinkles until the agony left him weak, collapsing heavily to his knees.

He didn’t even feel the shards of glass piercing his skin.

Mr. Yan, your current condition is not optimistic. In just two months, you’ve gone from moderate depression to severe depression with harmful tendencies. I recommend MECT treatment. Electroconvulsive therapy can temporarily erase recent memories, at least preventing you from drowning in pain and self-blame. It will make things easier for you.

I don’t need it. Just keep prescribing the medication.

How could he forget Jiang Yi? He could never forget Jiang Yi.

What right did he have to forget Jiang Yi?

He should continue to suffer, to endure the pain with clear awareness, to remember with every fiber of his being that it was his own hands that destroyed this relationship. What right does the culprit have to escape?

At this point, it’s all his own doing.

He deserves it.

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