[ABO] The Despised One Becomes an Internet Sensation After Marriage - Chapter 24

Chapter 24

“Did you let that Alpha touch you?”

Inside the car, Xu Zhimian looked at him sluggishly. He rolled up his sleeve to reveal his fair wrist, where a ring of vivid red finger marks looked particularly jarring. He swung his hand and smacked it onto Fu Shiyan’s shoulder.

“…” The force wasn’t great, but it left Fu Shiyan momentarily stunned.

Xu Zhimian clenched his fists, acting all fierce and aggressive: “You… you saw everything! Why didn’t you come help me?!”

Perhaps because he was drunk, he acted with utter fearlessness. He poked Fu Shiyan’s chest repeatedly with his finger, his speech halting and rhythmic: “I am… your wife. I was… harassed, and you actually dared to just sit there and watch the show?”

He was genuinely indignant, his cheeks puffed out like a ruffled little kitten.

Fu Shiyan pinched his face, his eyes shimmering with a hint of a smile: “And who was the one who told me they were already asleep? Hmm?”

The flesh on Xu Zhimian’s face was squeezed together into a round pout. His words were muffled, but his momentum didn’t falter in the slightest: “And what about you! Married… you’re married and you still come out for ‘flower wine’ (drinks and entertainment)! When the mood hits, do you also order one or two Omegas to… to keep you company!”

“Who said I came out for flower wine?” Fu Shiyan leaned in close, brow furrowed. “A little lightweight like you sure loves to spread rumors.”

Xu Zhimian shook his head to break free from the hand clamping his cheek, grabbed Fu Shiyan’s hand, and bit down hard. “Dog Alpha. Liar.”

His teeth sank into a knuckle. Xu Zhimian used real force; Fu Shiyan hissed in pain. Xu Zhimian snorted coldly and let go. “Yest… yesterday you were mean to me too!”

Xu Zhimian took a deep breath: “In these three years, who knows how many pretty little Omegas you’ve kept on the side!”

Fu Shiyan’s knuckle was wet and glistening. As he reached for a tissue to wipe it, Xu Zhimian snatched the entire pack away: “You’re not allowed to wipe it, you cold-blooded, heartless Alpha.”

Fu Shiyan: “…”

“Why didn’t you pick up my calls! Why didn’t you reply to my WeChat? I went to your company and waited at your apartment, but you refused to see me…” The more Xu Zhimian spoke, the more aggrieved he became, his voice tinged with a sob. “…For a whole year! I thought that even if it was just a transaction, you’d show some leniency. Who… who knew you’d be so cold!”

Xu Zhimian’s train of thought was jumping too fast; Fu Shiyan couldn’t keep up: “When was this?”

Xu Zhimian stopped answering him, silently hugging the box of tissues to himself.

“…” Fu Shiyan reached out to pull a tissue from the box. “You…”

Xu Zhimian slammed his hand down on it, looking up with a stubborn tone: “You’re not allowed to take one! No wiping!”

His eyes were brimming with tears, his lashes wet. When he cried, the tip of his nose turned bright red. Xu Zhimian turned his head away.

Fu Shiyan’s heart tightened. He frowned deeply, gripped Zhimian’s chin, and forced his face back around. His tone grew heavy: “Tell me, when was this?”

Xu Zhimian’s voice trembled as he raised his volume: “You’re being mean to me again!”

“…” Fu Shiyan had only seen Xu Zhimian drunk twice. The first time was at Victoria; back then, Xu Zhimian was very obedient—even when hurt, he would tug at Shiyan’s sleeve, afraid he would leave. This second time… was right now.

Fu Shiyan’s voice softened significantly: “When exactly are you talking about?”

Xu Zhimian gave a “Hmph.” “I’m not telling you.”

Fu Shiyan: “…”

He used a tissue to dab at Xu Zhimian’s face. Xu Zhimian complained: “Ouch, too hard… you missed the right side… there’s some on my eyelashes too… Fu Shiyan! I don’t want you to wipe anymore, you’re such an incompetent Alpha!”

Fu Shiyan waited on him hand and foot according to his instructions. Hearing this, he let out a frustrated laugh and bit down hard on Xu Zhimian’s lower lip. His tone turned dangerous: “…Keep acting up and see if I don’t ‘handle’ you right here in the car!”

This sentence was highly effective as a deterrent.

When they pulled apart, Xu Zhimian’s eyes were wide. He covered his lower lip with both hands and sat obediently in the passenger seat.

It wasn’t until Fu Shiyan parked the car outside the French manor he had bought that Xu Zhimian snapped out of it. His eyes moved sluggishly before landing on Fu Shiyan’s face. He said with a touch of bashfulness: “I agree!”

Fu Shiyan, who was unbuckling his seatbelt: “? Agree to what?”

The distance between them was very close, their noses almost touching. Xu Zhimian didn’t back away; his words were blunt and excited: “Car sex.”

Fu Shiyan: “…”

He backed away with a blank expression. Xu Zhimian hooked his legs around Fu Shiyan’s waist and pulled him back. “Let’s try it, okay? We haven’t tried it in this spot yet!”

The time difference meant it was broad daylight back home, but here, night had fallen. The sky was blanketed with stars, fireflies occasionally drifted through the flower bushes, and from a nearby street, the sound of someone playing the violin drifted over.

Fu Shiyan took a deep breath, trying to process Xu Zhimian’s shocking words in this peaceful, elegant atmosphere. It wasn’t that they couldn’t try it, but… he pushed Xu Zhimian back: “Not today.”

Xu Zhimian: “…”

…

The Next Day

Night had deepened, and the lights were beginning to glow. Xu Zhimian had finished his shower and was lying in bed, sending a flurry of voice messages.

[Xu Zhimian]: I think I need to consider a divorce.

After waiting a few minutes without a reply from Xu Jianan, Xu Zhimian indignantly sent another.

“Ev… even for a contract marriage, we should have the most basic sexual life! He… he has deprived me of my rights! Nan-nan!”

Seeing no reply, Xu Zhimian called directly.

Ring… ring… It rang several times until it was about to time out before the other side picked up.

“Hello… mmm, Mianmian, what… what is it?” Xu Jianan sounded like he was in the middle of something, his voice strained and broken.

Xu Zhimian paused for two seconds. It felt a bit abrupt to dive straight into “marital sexual incompatibility.” He cleared his throat and switched to a mundane topic: “Nan-nan, have you eaten?”

Xu Jianan’s voice was clipped: “Mm.”

Huh, Nan-nan is being a bit cold. Xu Zhimian switched ears. “Nan-nan, have you ever had a boyfriend?”

There was a strange thud on the other end, like something colliding.

“Had… had one. Why, Mianmian… ah!” Xu Jianan let out a sharp, pained cry.

Xu Zhimian immediately asked: “What happened, Nan-nan!”

Xu Jianan’s voice was muffled: “Nothing… Why are you asking this?”

Xu Zhimian hesitated before finally asking in a not-so-quiet voice: “Nan-nan, what would you do if you and your boyfriend had a… sexual incompatibility?”

This bombshell of a question was met with silence on the other end. After a long moment, a soft chuckle drifted through the phone—a laugh that sounded remarkably familiar.

“Who’s next to you, Nan-nan?”

Xu Jianan didn’t say a word. The line went quiet. Xu Zhimian “hello-ed” several times. Finally, Xu Jianan’s tired, husky voice returned: “Mianmian, are you saying things aren’t harmonious with President Fu in that department?”

Xu Zhimian’s attention was diverted, and he evaluated indignantly: “Yes… he’s incompetent.”

Suddenly, the phone was snatched away. Xu Zhimian found himself face-to-face with Fu Shiyan’s dark, sinking expression. “…I’m incompetent?”

Sensing disaster, Xu Jianan immediately hung up. Beep, beep, beep…

“…” Xu Zhimian felt a wave of guilt. He swallowed hard but decided to go on the offensive: “Yes! You… you… why did you reject me? I’m your wife! …Is it because you’re incompetent!”

“…” Fu Shiyan wordlessly placed the phone face down on the table. He let out a low, singular sound: “Hmm?”

In an instant, the world spun, and Fu Shiyan was pinning him down.

…

Xu Zhimian held up his phone while straddling Fu Shiyan. He was breathless but determined: “I don’t care, I’m taking a video!”

Fu Shiyan hoisted his legs up. “…Hold it steady. The camera isn’t allowed to shake! One shake equals one slap!”

Xu Zhimian protested silently. How could the camera not shake? Sure enough, the footage was a shaky mess.

After a decadent night, Xu Zhimian slept until noon the next day. Sunlight filtered through the latticed glass. He raised a hand to block the stinging sun and groggily sat up.

Where am I… Xu Zhimian rubbed his aching waist. The final memories of last night began to surface. Fu Shiyan had asked him to have a drink! He went, and then what?

He had messages from both Xu Jianan and Ye Ming.

[Xu Jianan]: Mianmian, is your President Fu incompetent or not? Smirk/Smirk

Xu Zhimian: “!”

[Ye Ming]: Babe, next time let’s find a more private spot so I can teach you other “mixing methods”! Blow-kiss.jpg

A few minutes later: [Ye Ming]: Mianmian! Mixology is such a formal and serious job, how can we do it in a place like a bar? we should learn a skill in a quiet, serious setting! Come to my house next time; the atmosphere is better!

Xu Zhimian: “…”

He threw off the covers. He felt like he had been split apart; he was sore everywhere, but he felt clean. Fu Shiyan had even changed him into pajamas.

He ran to the bathroom to shower and found numerous marks on his body. But that wasn’t the worst part—the area from the small of his back to his thighs was a mess. Purple and blue finger marks covered his waist and thighs. For some reason, his bottom felt swollen and stung with a burning heat.

Xu Zhimian gritted his teeth and cursed Fu Shiyan for being a pervert, completely forgetting that he was the one who had practically begged for it.

For the next two days, whenever Xu Zhimian saw Fu Shiyan, he would secretly scrutinize him with a strange look. But the moment Fu Shiyan turned around, Xu Zhimian would revert to his “obediently sitting there with downcast eyes” act.

“…”

On the plane back home, Fu Shiyan caught him red-handed. He tilted his head and pinched Xu Zhimian’s cheek: “What are you staring at?”

“A pervert…” He blurted out his true thoughts. He quickly covered his mouth, his eyes curving up: “Sir, let me explain!”

Fu Shiyan raised his chin, signaling him to continue: “I’m listening to your ‘excuses’.”

“…” Xu Zhimian whimpered and mumbled incoherently.

Only when Fu Shiyan leaned in close did he hear the tiny whisper: “Next time… can you not hit my butt? It’s a bit perverted.”

Fu Shiyan: “…”

After they got back, Fu Shiyan pulled out the short video. Xu Zhimian was forced to relive his shocking drunken antics.

Xu Zhimian: “…”

AHHHHH! He couldn’t face the world anymore.

Just let me vanish!