[ABO] The Despised One Becomes an Internet Sensation After Marriage - Chapter 57

Chapter 57

The way he looked at Xu Zhimian was anything but innocent.

But they were still on the show. Xu Zhimian’s entire face turned a deep shade of crimson. After a long pause, he squeezed out a few words: “Can you please be a bit more serious…”

“Oh—”

Fu Shiyan replied thoughtfully, “Hmm… overall, not bad. Except the movements were a bit unpracticed, and the strength wasn’t quite there…”

Hearing him drone on with a list of critiques, Xu Zhimian’s face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

[Chat]: Hahahaha, President Fu, stop talking! Your wife is getting angry, go coax him already!! [Chat]: Help, this is so funny hahahaha. Mianmian was just being polite, and he actually took it seriously. This is gold. [Chat]: I’m dying. His wife tried to seduce him, and he actually sat there giving a performance review. That move is top-tier Alpha behavior hahaha. [Chat]: Truly, Fu ‘Dense’ Shiyan.

Xu Zhimian suppressed the urge to punch him, hissing in a low, flustered voice: “Fu Shiyan! Is that all you have to say to me?!”

“Hmm?” Fu Shiyan arched an eyebrow. “Is this not ‘serious’ enough?”

The Omega was naturally very fair; when he got angry, even his earlobes flushed pink. Fu Shiyan’s gaze drifted to his neck, seeing a few drops of red wine staining the delicate collarbone. The contrast of white and red was striking.

Xu Zhimian was truly, dazzlingly white.

Fu Shiyan’s mind veered into R-rated territory. He pulled back his gaze and said in a low voice: “Or would you prefer my previous answer?”

What that “previous answer” was didn’t need to be said aloud.

[Chat]: Wait, what did I miss? What was the previous answer? [Chat]: No way. I haven’t blinked once! How do I not know what the previous answer was? [Chat]: They’re whispering secrets behind our backs!!

Xu Zhimian didn’t give up and pressed further: “Besides those two, are there any other words?”

“Of course—”

Fu Shiyan suddenly paused. The Omega’s intention to bait him was too obvious; his eyes were wide, practically screaming “Say I’m charming” across his face. His shirt, dampened by the wine, clung to his skin—he was clearly uncomfortable, yet he insisted on finishing the task first.

Stubborn and cute.

Fu Shiyan laughed. Perhaps because they were close, his voice sounded deeper than usual. He patted Xu Zhimian’s backside and said, “Go change your clothes.”

It wasn’t the answer he wanted. Xu Zhimian’s eyes darted around; fine, he’d just mix another drink then.

“Sir, you didn’t even get to taste that one. I’ll make you another cup.”

The Omega wore his heart on his sleeve. Fu Shiyan saw right through him and couldn’t resist teasing him further. He pulled him close, his expression suddenly stern: “Mix what? I’m not drinking. You—go change.”

He hadn’t shown his dominant side in a while, and it actually stunned Xu Zhimian. A trace of grievance flickered in those beautiful eyes.

“If you won’t drink, you won’t. Why… why are you being so mean to me?”

The netizens in the chat couldn’t take it anymore.

[Chat]: Being dense is one thing, but don’t yell at him! [Chat]: If you keep this up, I’m stealing Mianmian to be my wife!! [Chat]: Mianmian, don’t be sad, don’t be sad. [Chat]: If you don’t know how to cherish him, I’ll snatch him! You’re making me so mad, how can you be like this!

As the yacht sailed across the sea, a few seagulls darted past and landed on the awning—followed by a massive SLAM of a door that sent the birds scattering.

Fu Shiyan: “…” It seems my wife is actually angry.

…

The yacht’s bedroom wardrobe was thoughtfully stocked with clothes that were exactly Xu Zhimian’s size. He was about to strip when he remembered he was on a show. He grabbed the clothes and ran into the bathroom.

There were faint “red plums” on his chest and waist. Xu Zhimian’s skin was so white that even a small mark was incredibly obvious, and these hadn’t faded even after two days. Looking at these traces, he couldn’t help but think of the wicked Fu Shiyan. Who else would check if their wife’s bartending form was “standard”?

Stupid Alpha!

His phone vibrated several times, distracting him. Xu Zhimian moved quickly, pulling on his top. Before he could get his pants on, he opened the phone. It was a message from Qian Luo.

[Qian Luo]: The results are in. Unfortunately, we are not biologically related.

Xu Zhimian froze for a moment. It was expected, yet a strange sense of regret and loss floated in his heart.

He replied: “I understand. I hope you find your family soon.”

Qian Luo replied instantly: “Hopefully. Happy marriage and a long life together. If your Alpha treats you badly, you can come to me anytime.”

Immediately after, Qian Luo sent: “I just figured out a new Gu (poison/curse) technique recently.”

?? I thought the Miao people said they don’t do Gu anymore?

Just as Xu Zhimian saw that message, Fu Shiyan suddenly appeared behind him, leaning down close: “What are you doing?”

Xu Zhimian nearly dropped his phone: “Don’t you make noise when you walk?!”

He suddenly remembered the chat log. Just as he was about to lock the screen, Fu Shiyan narrowed his eyes and finished reading everything: “Gu technique?”

Fu Shiyan snatched the phone away and replied via voice note: “Thanks, but no thanks. I won’t treat him badly.”

Xu Zhimian: “…”

Fu Shiyan handed the phone back, but his gaze involuntarily swept downward, landing on Xu Zhimian’s two snowy-white, straight legs. His eyes darkened.

Xu Zhimian took advantage of the atmosphere, his fingers grazing Fu Shiyan’s hand as he took the phone back, making a simple action feel lingering and romantic.

“…” Fu Shiyan’s throat tightened. He gripped the phone tightly; Xu Zhimian couldn’t pull it away and looked up at him in confusion.

That single upward glance was layered; he slowly lifted his thin eyelids, his gaze shimmering before settling on the man. In two words: utterly seductive.

Fu Shiyan felt a surge of heat. Damn, he’s definitely doing this on purpose.

Xu Zhimian’s eyelashes fluttered. Before he could speak, his hand felt a sudden release, and he was lifted by the waist and sat onto the bathroom sink. The sudden loss of gravity made him gasp: “Ah—”

He instinctively hooked his legs around Fu Shiyan’s waist. In this position, Xu Zhimian was level with Fu Shiyan’s chin. The next second, Fu Shiyan leaned down and kissed him.

Xu Zhimian’s microphone was turned off and sitting to the side, but Fu Shiyan’s was still on. Xu Zhimian panicked and tried to push him away. Fu Shiyan, annoyed by the resistance, gave his soft, rounded butt a sharp slap as a warning.

A crisp SMACK echoed in the bathroom.

Xu Zhimian’s eyes widened, and he bit Fu Shiyan’s tongue, forcing them apart. He said in disbelief: “You actually dared to hit me?”

His backside felt hot. Xu Zhimian’s face flushed a deep red. “You actually dared to hit my…” He couldn’t bring himself to say the word.

“Then let me rub it for you,” Fu Shiyan said, behaving like a total rogue. He leaned in and kissed Xu Zhimian forcefully again, his hand moving to the spot he had just struck.

Xu Zhimian’s irritation was melted away by the fiery kiss. Seeing things heading in an uncontrollable direction, he pushed him back and whispered breathlessly, “You can’t!”

The microphone wasn’t off, and they were on a show. If this got recorded… the Omega’s face burned.

“So, should I stop?” Fu Shiyan asked wickedly, his hand drifting dangerously lower. Xu Zhimian nearly let out a moan and gritted his teeth. The man asked with his mouth but didn’t stop with his hands.

Xu Zhimian’s toes, hooked around the man’s waist, curled tight, stoking the fire in Fu Shiyan. He lowered his voice: “Do you want it?”

The word “No” simply wouldn’t come out. Xu Zhimian leaned into him shamelessly and whispered: “Turn… turn off your microphone.”

So that’s what he was worried about.

Fu Shiyan felt a surge of amusement. He kissed Xu Zhimian, their lips pressed together as he asked: “Is it okay if I turn it off?”

His sensitive spot was in the man’s grasp. Xu Zhimian let out a muffled hum and answered clingily: “Just turn it off…”

Fu Shiyan had actually turned it off before he even walked in. He just couldn’t resist teasing him. “Is it really okay if I turn it off? Wife.”

At the word “Wife,” a flash of white light went through Xu Zhimian’s mind, like an electric shock through his entire body.

…

The bathroom went quiet. Xu Zhimian’s body was trembling slightly, and Fu Shiyan looked at his hand and laughed softly. The Omega was clearly still dazed, his face wearing a look of sheer satiation as he stared blankly at Fu Shiyan.

Fu Shiyan’s heart throbbed at the sight. As the Omega slowly came to his senses, Fu Shiyan whispered in his ear: “Wife, you are so charming.”

Whether it was the bartending or that look of bliss just now. The answer was almost exactly what was on the task slip.

Perhaps it was because they were so close, but Fu Shiyan’s voice sounded exceptionally beautiful. Xu Zhimian tilted his head and initiated a kiss—a long, gentle, wet kiss.

Fu Shiyan took his hand and guided it downward, their breaths mingling: “Wife, help me too.”

…

By the time they finished cleaning up and came back out, the livestream had been “empty” for nearly half an hour. Both had changed into beach shorts. As soon as they appeared, many noticed Xu Zhimian’s swollen, glistening lips.

The netizens were sharper than ever.

[Chat]: HELP! Something definitely happened in that half hour!! [Chat]: Ahhh, half an hour? No way, no way… it couldn’t be what I’m thinking, right?! And they both changed clothes! Cough cough. [Chat]: Someone needs to explain where they went!!! (I am also willing to listen to the full process). [Chat]: Waaaa, too bad they can’t see our comments!! [Chat]: I want to be a mirror in that bathroom. I want to see the whole process. Slurp slurp. [Chat]: Some of you are real perverts. This is an official stream, don’t get us banned!! [Chat]: Watch yourselves, this is a comment section, not an uninhabited wasteland.

The spilled wine had been mopped up—presumably by Fu Shiyan. Xu Zhimian found some breadcrumbs and placed them in his palm; the seagulls weren’t afraid of him and swarmed over.

Suddenly, a click sounded. He blinked in surprise. “Why are you taking a picture of me?”

Fu Shiyan shook his phone, giving a simple explanation: “For my lock screen.”

“I want to see!”

Xu Zhimian leaped onto him excitedly. Fu Shiyan gave a soft laugh and held him close. In the photo, Xu Zhimian was dressed casually, the sunlight hitting the smooth, beautiful silhouette of his profile. Between his brows was a relaxed, joyful smile he hadn’t even realized he was wearing.

This version of Xu Zhimian was… simply captivating.