[ABO] The Despised One Becomes an Internet Sensation After Marriage - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Xu Zhimian stepped into the private room, where Fu Shiyan and several others were discussing a bidding project.

Fu Shiyan appeared perfectly composed and at ease, his fingers tapping the tabletop rhythmically. Xu Zhimian took a silent sip of his wine; based on his past understanding of the man, he knew Fu Shiyan’s patience with this crowd was nearly exhausted.

Fortunately, the bidding talk was winding down, and the dinner party was reaching its end in a lively, harmonious atmosphere.

Beside Wu Hang, President Qin had his arm around an Omega, his hand sliding inside the other’s clothes for a few gropes. The supple Omega offered a half-hearted resistance, playfully pushing him away with a fake scolding giggle.

Wu Hang rested a hand on Xu Zhimian’s waist, stroking it with ambiguous intent. “Little Xu, how’s your tolerance? Have a drink with me.”

Xu Zhimian shuddered and tried to dodge the touch imperceptibly. The Alpha’s face instantly darkened. Xu Zhimian’s heart sank; sure enough, Wu Hang poured a glass and said expressionlessly, “…In this world, you need to know how to be tactful.”

Thinking of the 500,000, Xu Zhimian endured it. No matter what, he had to secure that money.

He forced a smile, his upturned eyes reflecting a hint of grievance that made him look exceptionally striking. “I’m sorry, President Wu. Did I do something wrong? I haven’t done this before and I’ve offended you. Let me make it up to you.”

Wu Hang’s expression softened slightly after the cajoling. Others nearby tried to smooth things over. “Since you’ve upset President Wu, shouldn’t you have a drink to apologize?”

A glass was pushed in front of him. Taking the exit offered to him, Xu Zhimian downed it in one go. “This glass is my apology.”

As he set the glass down, he missed the triumphant look exchanged between Wu Hang and the others.

The drink left Xu Zhimian’s throat parched and his body beginning to hum with an underlying heat.

To his surprise, once the dinner ended and they stepped out of the room, Wu Hang suddenly stopped him, smiling. “I don’t know what happened today, but I’ve had a bit too much to drink. Little Xu, I’m afraid I’ll have to trouble you to help me up to my room.”

Wu Hang gently patted the back of Xu Zhimian’s hand. Even a fool would understand the subtext. Xu Zhimian pulled his hand away, looking apologetic. “I’m sorry, President Wu, I have some business to attend to. I’ll go find a waiter for you.”

“Why call a waiter? What could you possibly have to do this late at night?”

Xu Zhimian’s smile hid a blade: If I take you up there, I’ll really be “in trouble.”

Wu Hang was relentless, hinting, “Money—the more the better, naturally. I heard you’re in debt lately. Follow me, and I’ll give you another three million.”

Xu Zhimian rolled his eyes internally. This is for the 500,000, he told himself, gritting his teeth to avoid offending the man while maintaining a professional facade. “President Wu, I’m sorry.”

The smile vanished from Wu Hang’s face. Seeing his repeated rejections, he snorted coldly, “…You’re just a seller anyway. Don’t think so highly of yourself!”

“…”

To hell with the 500,000.

With a sharp slap, Xu Zhimian clutched his reddening hand. He looked down at Wu Hang with a cold glare. “I suggest you don’t think too highly of yourself either.”

It all happened too fast. Wu Hang, face contorted with rage, didn’t think twice before swinging his palm back. “…You damn well dare to hit me?!”

As the sound of whistling air approached, Xu Zhimian froze. Before he could raise a hand to block, another hand with distinct, elegant joints caught Wu Hang’s wrist mid-air.

It was a beautiful hand, with veins pulsing slightly under the pressure.

Xu Zhimian’s heart skipped a beat. A faint scent of Brandy pheromones surged from behind him. Catching the scent, his shoulders relaxed instinctively. He turned his head blankly and whispered, “…Mr. Fu.”

Fu Shiyan frowned, his gaze sweeping over Xu Zhimian. He increased the pressure on the wrist for a moment, his voice icy. “I didn’t realize President Wu enjoyed forcing people in private?”

Upon seeing it was Fu Shiyan, Wu Hang’s rage turned to shock and then to agony. He cried out in pain, “Hiss… it hurts, hurts, hurts!”

Fu Shiyan let go of his hand and took a handkerchief from the assistant behind him, wiping his hands slowly. His tone was flat. “…It seems the land in the west of the city isn’t suitable for President Wu after all.”

Wu Hang looked horrified. Ignoring the pain in his hand, he scrambled to grab Fu Shiyan’s sleeve. “President Fu! We can discuss this! President Fu!”

The assistant stepped in to block him. Fu Shiyan gave a calm order: “He’s disturbing the peace. Have someone take him away.”

…

Viktoria sat in the bustling city center. Outside, A-City was being lashed by a torrential downpour.

The rain blurred the brilliant city lights.

Xu Zhimian bit the back of his hand, a thin layer of sweat dampening the stray hairs on his forehead. His skin was flushed a beautiful, dusty rose, and his back arched into a graceful curve.

Unable to focus his gaze, his voice was broken into fragments by the impact: “…S-Sir.”

It was a tiny sound, almost a murmur.

Fu Shiyan didn’t react at first, until the critical moment when Xu Zhimian’s fingers turned white from gripping so hard. He tilted his head back, his body trembling uncontrollably, and repeated in a daze, “Sir…”

Fu Shiyan looked down, turned him over, and pulled him into his arms.

The Alpha’s chest was broad and burning hot. Feeling himself being held, Xu Zhimian leaned into him obediently, burying his face in the man’s neck. Soaking in the mellow aroma of Brandy, he repeated muffledly, “Sir.”

“Hmm?” Fu Shiyan’s voice was deep and husky.

“…” Xu Zhimian looked up to peck at his lips, but Fu Shiyan turned his head to dodge.

“…” He could feel the light in Xu Zhimian’s beautiful eyes extinguish instantly. After a deep encounter, an Omega instinctively relies on their Alpha; seeking a kiss is a form of that dependency.

Fu Shiyan’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He looked down and kissed Xu Zhimian’s lips heavily—purely to satisfy the Omega’s biological instinct.

The Omega was kissed into a daze. Wrapped in the Alpha’s gentle, comforting pheromones, Xu Zhimian felt his every pore open with relief, letting out a lazy sigh.

The room was filled with the intertwining scents of Jasmine and Brandy.

The torrential rain outside had weakened at some point. After the kiss ended, Fu Shiyan released him and sat on the edge of the bed to light a cigarette. After a long silence, his voice came out dark and low: “…What do you want this time?”

The Omega chased after him, wrapping his arms around Fu Shiyan’s lean waist and resting his forehead against the man’s cool, damp back. “Mmh, no…”

Xu Zhimian’s warm breath traveled slowly from the waist up to the nape of the neck. When Fu Shiyan looked back, Xu Zhimian’s watery eyes lit up, and he leaned in to kiss the man’s cold, sharp profile.

“…” Fu Shiyan said slowly, “Come sit in front of me.”

Xu Zhimian obediently sat astride him, his face nuzzling into the crook of the man’s neck.

He was exceptionally clingy today…

Fu Shiyan used one hand to stroke up Xu Zhimian’s sweaty back. “Do you want money or resources?”

Xu Zhimian looked up, staring at him without blinking.

The Omega’s eyes were large and upturned, the corners flushed red—so beautiful that it was impossible to ignore his gaze.

Fu Shiyan: “Well?”

“Why aren’t you answering—mmph!”

Before he could finish, Xu Zhimian suddenly pressed the back of the man’s head to block his lips, rubbing his face against the man’s cheek affectionately. “Don’t… don’t talk!”

Xu Zhimian was incredibly proactive, his hands wandering restlessly over Fu Shiyan’s chest and abdomen. Fu Shiyan crushed out the cigarette. His palms were scalding, merging with the temperature of Xu Zhimian’s body.

His gaze grew increasingly burning.

The jasmine scent became more intense. Xu Zhimian impatiently tugged at the black suppressor collar around his neck, but his misbehaving hand was pinned down by Fu Shiyan, who gave a cold warning: “You can’t take it off.”

“…”

Xu Zhimian bit down hard on Fu Shiyan’s shoulder. Taking advantage of the man’s muffled grunt of pain, he successfully ripped off the suppressor collar. His tone was innocent and aggrieved: “This… it’s broken. I’m hot, it’s uncomfortable.”

A concentrated, violent explosion of Jasmine pheromones swept through the room like a tidal wave.

Fu Shiyan’s expression changed drastically, his voice sounding strange: “Your heat came early?”

“Mmh…” Xu Zhimian hummed vaguely, his only desire to stay close to the Alpha and inhale his pheromones.

“…” A sudden heat, a broken collar—Fu Shiyan could connect the dots easily.

Xu Zhimian clung to him tightly, rubbing against him and whispering like a kitten in spring: “…Mmh, Sir, it hurts.”

He clamped down on Xu Zhimian’s moving body and said through gritted teeth, “Xu Zhimian, don’t you dare regret this.”

He was answered by a messy, clingy kiss from the Omega.

For three days, Xu Zhimian didn’t touch the ground. The flush at the corners of his eyes never faded, and the marks on his knees, waist, back, and chest remained. Eventually, he whimpered and cried for mercy, only to be rejected by Fu Shiyan’s fierce, cold command: “Shut up.”

So mean.

Sir is so mean. One star review.

…

His dreams were unsettled, sometimes soaring through warm clouds, sometimes falling onto grass after a storm.

Passing through a time as long as his memory, finally, daylight broke.

Xu Zhimian walked through the decaying, desolate trees, each step a struggle. He slowly pushed aside the branches.

That weed-choked tombstone stood there in solitude, the offerings scattered.

The leaves were withered, and the grass swayed in the wind.

He tentatively reached out a hand to touch the hard, cold stone. The surroundings were bleak and silent.

Xu Zhimian knelt before the grave and whispered, “Grandmother, from now on, I have no home.”

I have no home…

Xu Zhimian opened his eyes, his heart filled with bitterness and sorrow. He sat propped up on the edge of the bed, his vision taking a while to focus.

A warm, dry hand gently brushed over his face. Fu Shiyan’s helpless, cold voice sounded from above: “What are you crying for?”

Crying?

Xu Zhimian wiped his face and indeed found his hands wet with tears. He shook his head, intending to say he was fine, but the tears only flowed faster.

When facing a 30-million-dollar penalty, being smeared by the whole internet, or being humiliated by others, Xu Zhimian hadn’t cried. But the moment Fu Shiyan asked “What are you crying for?”, he lost all his defenses, his walls crumbling completely.

Three short years, yet everything had changed.

Fu Shiyan clearly hadn’t expected this reaction. An Omega’s weeping was quiet, his red eyes making him look like a fragile, beautiful doll. He had heard that after being marked, an Omega would become exceptionally dependent on their Alpha.

Could it be that the Omega woke up, didn’t see him immediately, and cried out of distress?

Fu Shiyan’s gaze was complex, carrying a trace of gentleness he hadn’t even noticed himself. He ruffled the Omega’s soft hair and said softly, “…I’m here. Stop crying.”