After a Real Person Plays the Protagonist of an Anguish Novel [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 20.2

Chapter 20.2: Housewife 20

Tang Yiqing nodded. “It’s done.”

Shen Shuowen understood why Shen Mingzheng had said what he did; it seemed Tang Yiqing had indeed left himself a margin for maneuver. His heart suddenly tightened with a sharp pang. He had never been so jealous of another person—Tang Yiqing’s legal husband, or perhaps he should be called “ex-husband” now.

Even that wasn’t certain. Perhaps in forty-five days, the ex-husband would become a legal husband again.

It was truly frustrating.

In the car, Tang Yiqing opened the window completely. His fingers were tangled together tightly. He sat in the passenger seat, and since getting in, he and Shen Shuowen hadn’t exchanged a single word.

However, Tang Yiqing knew that Shen Shuowen’s pheromones were currently in an unstable state, as they were leaking out irregularly.

Tang Yiqing couldn’t help but look at the man beside him. The profile was sharp like a knife-carving, his expression indifferent and focused, but his eyes were empty, as if lost in thought.

“Brother…” Tang Yiqing’s cheeks felt faintly hot. Having been marked, he was in a relatively stable state, but if he continued to be disturbed by Shen Shuowen’s pheromones, he didn’t know if he would be triggered into heat.

Shen Shuowen looked over. The window was open, and Tang Yiqing’s hair was dancing in the wind. Seeing his flushed face, Shen realized what was happening and immediately withdrew his pheromones. “Sorry, I was a bit distracted just now.”

“It’s fine,” Tang Yiqing said. Looking at Shen Shuowen’s increasingly haggard complexion, he couldn’t help but ask, “Brother, are you… alright?”

Shen Shuowen’s reply was brief and crisp. “I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

Tang Yiqing didn’t speak again until they returned to the Shen residence. Shen Shuowen told him to get some rest and then went upstairs.

Tang Yiqing returned to his room and slumped onto the bed, letting out a long sigh of relief. This phase had come to an end, allowing his taut nerves to finally relax.

The room was silent. His breathing slowed, and Shen Shuowen’s figure unconsciously appeared in his mind.

Thinking back to those chaotic days in the hotel made his face burn. He instinctively wanted to bury his head in the covers. He had never had such intimate contact with anyone before…

At this moment, his mind was calm. He was completely normal, neither controlled by pheromones during heat nor experiencing pheromone dependence on his partner after the heat had passed.

He began to wonder: was Shen Shuowen helping him simply because he wanted to help?

Could there be something else mixed in…? He didn’t dare think about it, believing he might be overthinking things, but sometimes that feeling was very real.

Shen Shuowen was an alpha of excellent character. He never fooled around and didn’t even have a partner. He was a workaholic; how could such a man have thoughts about his own brother’s wife?

Therefore, he felt 100% safe and at ease with Shen Shuowen. If someone had to accompany him through his heat, he selfishly hoped it would be him.

In their daily interactions, Shen Shuowen looked out for him—perhaps because he pitied him. On the day Shen Mingzheng brought He Chenguang home, Shen Shuowen had said, “There is no reason for the Shen family to bully someone like this.” He saw him as a pathetic creature who couldn’t get his husband’s pheromones, so he made medicine to trick his body during heat, rescued him from a live broadcast when he suddenly went into heat, gave him pheromones, and even asked if he wanted to go out to clear his head after seeing the broadcast of Shen Mingzheng and He Chenguang on the way back…

And most recently, when he was trapped in the agony of heat, he helped him through…

Shen Shuowen pitied him, so he helped him. But was it really just that? Were the subtle atmospheres he perceived merely deceptions caused by pheromones?

Shen Shuowen told him to get a divorce and even drove him to do it. On the way back, Shen Shuowen’s cold face flickered in his mind…

All of this made his head ache. In truth, regardless of everything else, their identities made any association between him and Shen Shuowen synonymous with scandal and immorality.

Furthermore, his main priority in this world was the plot. It was best to move out as soon as possible—partly to avoid being distracted by non-plot matters, and partly because, having divorced, he should logically leave this house.

He didn’t have many belongings. Even in his own room, most of the items belonged to Shen Shanyu. He couldn’t bear to throw away the things the boy had used since birth, so they were piled up throughout the room.

The divorce agreement was simple: he was leaving with nothing, departing exactly as he had entered the Shen family.

Ultimately, he packed his things into one suitcase and a backpack. Looking out the window, he realized it had already turned dark.

Tang Yiqing took out his phone. After a moment of hesitation, he dialed Shen Shuowen’s number. In the Shen family, he was most grateful to Shen Shuowen. Whether the man helped him out of pity or something else, he had helped him a great deal.

He couldn’t bring himself to leave without saying goodbye. The call rang twice before it was picked up, followed by Shen Shuowen’s voice: “Hello, Yiqing.”

Tang Yiqing hesitated before speaking. “Brother, thank you for taking care of me all this time in the Shen family. I’m moving out now. I just wanted to let you know so you don’t worry about me.”

There was a pause on the other end, followed by the sound of a car door closing. “Wait for me. I’ll be up shortly.”

Tang Yiqing was startled. He had heard from the servants that Shen Shuowen had gone out in a hurry. Judging by the call, he had gone to handle a difficult work matter. He didn’t expect Shen Shuowen to be back so early, let alone already downstairs.

The thought of seeing Shen Shuowen in a moment made him feel flustered.

Before he could think further, there was a knock at his door.

Shen Shuowen stood at the doorway. His tall figure was very imposing, but his face looked tired and pale.

“Why the rush?”

Shen Shuowen walked forward, and Tang Yiqing stepped back to let him in, feeling as if his private territory was being invaded.

“Everything is packed… so I’m leaving,” Tang Yiqing said.

Shen Shuowen looked at him. The room was filled with the fragrance of daisies, warm and melting. His tired, taut nerves were soothed.

“If you want to stay here, no one will kick you out. No one dares to make you leave,” Shen Shuowen said.

Tang Yiqing certainly believed him. A bitter smile appeared on his face. “I know. You’ve all been very good to me in this house, but now that Mingzheng and I are divorced, it’s better if I move out.”

Shen Shuowen didn’t force him to stay. He said, “I have a villa in the western suburbs that has been vacant. You can go there. If you want to live in the city center, I have places there too.”

Tang Yiqing was stunned. He hadn’t expected this from Shen Shuowen. He bit his lip. Was he to blame for his wild thoughts? Shen Shuowen was simply too good to him.

“No need. I’ll find a place myself. I don’t want to be a bother,” Tang Yiqing said.

“Since you’ve called me ‘Brother’ for four years, I should do these things,” Shen Shuowen said. “The divorce agreement between you and Mingzheng was unfair to you. Normally, you should have half of his house, cars, and assets. But since you’ve already signed the agreement, I can’t interfere directly. I will compensate you for what he owes you. I can make that call in the Shen family.”

What Shen Shuowen was describing was something many people dreamed of. He was originally an ordinary person with no assets; even in this small world, he was glamorous on the surface but had nothing in reality.

“No… it’s not necessary. Those were all my own choices,” Tang Yiqing said, insisting on sticking to the plot.

“Those are things you deserve,” Shen Shuowen said, not wanting to linger on the topic. “Have you felt unwell at all these past few days?”

“No…” Tang Yiqing said softly, his face heating up again. He looked up at Shen Shuowen and said seriously, “Thank you for those days. I’m truly grateful for your help.”

Shen Shuowen’s expression faltered slightly. He knew what Tang Yiqing’s words implied. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his brow, and his pheromones became somewhat uncontrollable.

He took a deep breath, restraining his pheromones for fear of scaring the person in front of him.

He had marked Tang Yiqing. And before that happened, one could say he had lured him. In the backyard, when Tang Yiqing fell into heat, he carried him back to the room. At that time, had he truly not released any pheromones?

Even if unintentional, even if the scent of daisies made his pheromones leak out uncontrollably, the result was that Tang Yiqing had been affected by his pheromones from that early on.

He condemned himself while simultaneously approaching Tang uncontrollably—even forcing him to divorce while his mind was still clouded just after his heat.

He didn’t know who was losing their mind now. It was likely him, ever since he first smelled that daisy pheromone.

Shen Shuowen looked at Tang Yiqing, his breathing agitated. But Tang Yiqing was truly divorced now. He was single.

For a period of forty-five days, Tang had left a sliver of a chance for his ex-husband, but Shen Shuowen would not let that ex-husband become a husband again.

It was the first time he realized how despicable he could be.

“No need to be so polite,” Shen Shuowen said calmly, his jaw tightening. “Don’t take it to heart.”

Tang Yiqing said thank you, though a flicker of disappointment crossed his heart, which he ignored.

“Did you not take the essence I made to trick your heat?” Shen Shuowen said, taking two steps toward the nightstand. “I smell it.”

Tang Yiqing froze, his face turning a volcanic red. He had intended to take it, but hadn’t found a proper container yet for fear the scent would leak. He never expected that after being so formal with “thank you” and “you’re welcome,” the topic would shift to this the next second.

Shen Shuowen pulled open the drawer and took the item out. He looked at the liquid inside as it flowed back and forth with the tilt of the container.

“Haven’t you used it once?” Shen Shuowen asked.

Tang Yiqing’s face was thoroughly red. “No… there hasn’t been an opportunity.”

Shen Shuowen put the item back in the drawer. “Were you planning to leave it here?”

Tang Yiqing was about to say “how could I”—given the scent and the function of the item, he couldn’t possibly leave it at the Shen house. Just as he was about to speak, his phone suddenly rang.

The display showed it was Mother Shen. She must have found out about the divorce. He felt nervous as he picked up the call.

As expected, Shen’s parents knew. They were currently inspecting the family’s industries abroad and were planning to retire and distribute the assets. This was a major event for the Shen family, so they couldn’t rush back immediately.

Over the phone, Mother Shen expressed her heartbreak and regret, saying she had already condemned Shen Mingzheng. She urged him not to be impulsive and to withdraw the divorce application after the cooling-off period.

They offered the usual advice elders give to juniors during a divorce and forbade him from moving out, strongly suggesting he continue living in the Shen house.

Just as Tang Yiqing was about to mention his plan to move out to reassure them, the System suddenly came online.

456: “Host, my data shows there is still plot left in the Shen house. Don’t move out yet.”

Tang Yiqing paused, then agreed to Mother Shen’s suggestion, staying at the Shen house for the time being.

After hanging up, Tang Yiqing looked at Shen Shuowen with a helpless expression. “Brother… I’m not leaving. Mom and Dad won’t let me.”

Hearing this, Shen Shuowen showed no expression, only pursing his lips. “Mom and Dad would definitely want you to stay. Don’t leave then. Stay here and put your mind at ease.”

He had already prepared a house for Tang Yiqing. If Tang Yiqing continued to live here, he would constantly run into Shen Mingzheng…

“Brother, you don’t look well. You should rest more…” Tang Yiqing tactfully reminded him.

“You should rest well too. I’m going to the fourth floor. Come find me if you need anything,” Shen Shuowen said.

After seeing Shen Shuowen off, Tang Yiqing’s tense body relaxed. He was covered in sweat, and the room still held a faint scent of red wine—just enough to make him feel comfortable.

Now… everything was back on track, wasn’t it?

As the sky grew darker, Tang Yiqing went downstairs to get some food. He sat on a round sofa by the window, staring blankly at the starry sky outside.

When footsteps approached, Tang Yiqing didn’t think much of it, assuming it was a servant, until he heard a voice suppressed with excitement and agitation: “Tang Yiqing, you’re divorced. You’re actually divorced.”

Tang Yiqing’s heart tightened as he looked at Shen Zeqi. He looked thinner than he had a few days ago, with bloodshot eyes. Though he was dressed neatly, he looked even crazier than before, his trembling eyes filled with a touch of nervousness.

Tang Yiqing slowly placed his tray behind him, intending to run. But how could an Omega escape an S-class Alpha? His wrist was grabbed, and then he was pulled into Shen Zeqi’s embrace.

Shen Zeqi hugged Tang Yiqing tightly, burying his nose in his neck. “So fragrant, so fragrant. I’m dying from the scent, do you know?”

Tang Yiqing’s eyes were rimmed with red, looking terrified. The peach-scented pheromones weren’t strong, but they were soaking into him, violating him.

“Why are you running? You run the moment you see me,” Shen Zeqi said dissatisfactorily.

Tang Yiqing’s cheeks were flushed, his body completely limp in the other’s arms, his voice trembling weakly. “Don’t do this… I will… I’ll go into heat…”

Shen Zeqi stared at him intensely, his breath right against his cheek, extremely close. “If you go into heat, I’ll solve it for you… Since that useless husband of yours doesn’t care, I will. An Omega should be nourished. Look how poorly Shen Mingzheng raised you.”

“No…” Tang Yiqing said weakly.

Shen Zeqi acted as if he didn’t hear him. He looked at the jade-like person in his arms, unable to let go. He leaned into his ear to sniff, his expression becoming increasingly obsessed as he murmured, “Do you know what kind of dreams I have every day…?”

Tang Yiqing didn’t dare speak. He truly felt Shen Zeqi was mentally unstable; he was far too overexcited.

Shen Zeqi fell silent for a moment, sniffing Tang Yiqing meticulously, then suddenly grabbed his hand and led him outside. “It’s time. Come outside with me.”

Tang Yiqing didn’t dare provoke him now and followed him out. The night was quiet, save for the wind and the cicadas.

Shen Zeqi pointed vaguely ahead; it would be visible soon.

While Tang Yiqing and Shen Zeqi stood there waiting, a dark voice suddenly rang out from behind: “What are you two doing?”

Tang Yiqing instinctively turned around and saw Shen Mingzheng. He didn’t know when he had returned, but he was standing behind them. Tang instinctively tried to pull his hand from Shen Zeqi’s grip, but Shen Zeqi held on tightly.

Just then, the system’s voice rang in his head: Pleasure +2.

Tang Yiqing was stunned for a moment, wondering if he had misheard. Why “Pleasure +2”? He wasn’t being mistreated right now…

Pleasure +2.

Tang Yiqing: ?

Only then did Shen Zeqi slowly turn around. He let go of Tang Yiqing’s hand only to wrap his arm directly around his shoulders, pulling him into his embrace. Shen Zeqi’s fearless voice rang out: “Can’t you see what we’re doing? We’re flirting. Do you get it now?”

The veins on Shen Mingzheng’s neck immediately bulged. He clenched his fists and glared at the two of them before fixing his gaze on Tang Yiqing. “Come here.”

Tang Yiqing didn’t move. In his mind, the system voice rang again: Pleasure +2.

He understood. It wasn’t he who was being mistreated—it was Shen Mingzheng. No matter who was being mistreated, it was all to make the plot more “satisfying.” It seemed it was easier to gain pleasure points from Shen Mingzheng.

At this moment, Shen Mingzheng was certainly furious. Perhaps he felt like he was being cuckolded?

The day of the divorce hadn’t even passed, and his ex-wife was already hooking up with his own second brother. That was one way to interpret his mental journey, right?

A flash of disbelief crossed Shen Mingzheng’s face. This was the first time Tang Yiqing had ever disobeyed his order.

Shen Zeqi spoke: “Hurry up and leave. Don’t disturb us.”

As soon as he finished speaking, brilliant fireworks erupted across the black sky.

Amidst the magnificent light and shadows, Shen Zeqi looked at Tang Yiqing. His eyes crinkled in a smile, the rogue-like air diminished, replaced by a pure, boyish energy. He leaned in and kissed his forehead. “Tang Yiqing, happy divorce!”

Pleasure +2

Pleasure +3

Pleasure +5

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