After a Real Person Plays the Protagonist of an Anguish Novel [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 22.2

Chapter 22.2: Housewife 22

The room was very quiet, so quiet that even the sound of the clock hands turning could be heard. Their voices weren’t loud, but since they were close, they could hear each other’s breathing clearly.

Tang Yiqing’s toes couldn’t help but curl. He bit his finger to prevent himself from making a sound, and the bedsheets were wrinkled by his grip.

When Shen Zeqi rose, his breathing was heavy. He licked his wet lips and couldn’t resist kissing Tang Yiqing again.

Looking at Tang Yiqing’s flushed and strained face, his throat tightened. He kissed his cheeks and pecked at his neck repeatedly. Tang Yiqing dodged the clingy affection, the watery light in his eyes growing even more intense.

Shen Zeqi’s heart pounded. He had discovered the most fun thing: bullying Tang Yiqing.

The two seemed to have forgotten that people were living next door tonight. Just as Shen Zeqi was enjoying himself, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Tang Yiqing was jolted awake as if from a dream. A trace of clarity returned to his watery eyes. He immediately pushed Shen Zeqi’s shoulder and whispered urgently in a trembling voice, “Quick… let go.”

Shen Zeqi was annoyed. A sharp look flashed in his eyes as he looked toward the door. “Ignore him!”

The knocking was soft. Tang Yiqing listened intently and soon heard a faint, suppressed sound of crying. He immediately patted Shen Zeqi’s shoulder. “Get up, quickly.”

Clearly, Shen Zeqi heard it too. Frowning, he adjusted Tang Yiqing’s clothes with a dark expression, then got off the bed to open the door.

Tang Yiqing followed him. No one was at the door. The light from the room spilled into the hallway. Tang Yiqing poked his head out and saw Zhou Mo leaning against the wall, crying secretly.

Tang Yiqing was surprised to see him there. He immediately picked him up. “What’s wrong, Zhou Mo? Why are you here so late at night?”

Zhou Mo hugged Tang Yiqing’s neck, wiped the tears from his face, and choked out, “Mommy… and Uncle are hugging Shen Shanyu. I was pushed off the bed. There’s no room for me.”

Hearing this, Tang Yiqing’s expression turned ugly. He carried the child into the room, sat on the edge of the bed, and began to comfort the little one in his arms. “It’s okay, Momo. You’ll sleep here with Uncle tonight.”

Zhou Mo hugged Tang Yiqing tightly, gasping for breath as he said, “Thank you, Uncle Yiqing.”

Tang Yiqing’s eyes reddened with pity. He stroked Zhou Mo’s back, cursing that pair of “Dog AO” (Alpha/Omega) ten thousand times in his heart. This was the first time since coming to this world that he felt such genuine, intense anger.

“It’s okay, Uncle Yiqing is here,” Tang Yiqing said.

Zhou Mo’s emotions gradually stabilized. Tang Yiqing gently wiped the tears from his face with his fingers and stroked his hair. “Uncle will tell you a bedtime story in a bit.”

Zhou Mo sat on Tang Yiqing’s lap, his hands tightly circling his waist. He finally turned his face, and his tear-stained little face showed a satisfied smile.

Tang Yiqing pinched his cheek affectionately. This child was truly easy to comfort; as long as he felt a bit of love, he would respond with wholehearted reliance.

Watching this scene, Shen Zeqi’s originally gloomy expression improved significantly. He felt the scene was incredibly warm, even hallucinating that they were a family of three: a gentle mother coaxing the child while the husband waited nearby to rest with his wife.

Shen Zeqi imitated Tang Yiqing and rubbed Zhou Mo’s hair. The child’s hair was very soft, but his technique was clumsy; one rub and Zhou Mo’s hair became a mess. The child looked at him with wet eyes that had just finished crying, seemingly disliking his touch and only preferring Tang Yiqing’s, though he didn’t say anything.

Shen Zeqi couldn’t help but laugh. A child like this was suitable to be Tang Yiqing’s child. He deliberately poked the child’s cheek with his finger.

The child frowned slightly and rubbed the side of his face that had been touched against Tang Yiqing’s arm, appearing to be somewhat repulsed by him.

Shen Zeqi found it extremely interesting. He leaned in. “Hey kid, call me Daddy.”

Tang Yiqing: “…”

Psychopath.

Zhou Mo turned his head and buried his face directly in Tang Yiqing’s chest.

“So stingy. If you call me Daddy, you can call your Uncle Yiqing ‘Mommy’,” Shen Zeqi said.

Tang Yiqing frowned at the man beside him. “Shen Zeqi, is it time for your medication?”

But Zhou Mo seemed to take it seriously. He looked at Shen Zeqi, then at Tang Yiqing, his little cheeks flushing. “Daddy… Mommy.”

It was very quiet. After saying it, he shyly buried his face back in Tang Yiqing’s chest. Tang Yiqing looked at the cute child in his arms, then at Shen Zeqi, who looked extremely pleased, and glared at him.

“You should go back. The child and I need to rest,” Tang Yiqing said.

This time, Shen Zeqi didn’t say anything more. With a look of total satisfaction, he kissed Tang Yiqing’s forehead and then kissed the head of the child in his arms. “Goodnight, wifey and baby.”

Tang Yiqing: “…”

Truly crazy.

Now the room was finally quiet. Tang Yiqing placed the child on the bed and found that he had already fallen asleep. He gently covered him with the quilt and got up to turn off the lights.

After the lights were off, Tang Yiqing lay down on the bed. Just as he was about to turn off the bedside lamp and sleep, there was another knock on the door.

Tang Yiqing felt impatient. Who was it now? His room was certainly popular today. Moreover, the sound of the knocking was impatient and very rude!

Tang Yiqing got out of bed aggressively, opened the door directly, and saw the little figure of Shen Shanyu standing at the doorway.

Shen Shanyu was clutching a pillow. Today he had slept with his Daddy and Uncle He, but he gradually realized he didn’t want to smell milk candy; he wanted to smell the scent of daisies. That warm scent allowed him to fall asleep the moment he smelled it.

No matter how well Uncle He treated him, they had never slept together. He wasn’t used to smelling his pheromones while sleeping; he had just been startled awake from a dream.

“What is it, Shen Shanyu?” Tang Yiqing said.

Hearing Tang Yiqing’s cold words, Shen Shanyu’s eyes immediately reddened. “I want to sleep with you!”

“No,” Tang Yiqing refused without hesitation.

“I want to sleep with you!” Shen Shanyu said, stomping his feet twice, so anxious he was about to cry.

“I said no,” Tang Yiqing said.

Shen Shanyu immediately burst into tears. Only Shen Shanyu would suddenly wail at midnight without a care for whether others were resting. He tried to squeeze into the room, but Tang Yiqing blocked the doorway firmly. However, it was enough for him to see the little figure lying on the bed. Shen Shanyu cried even louder.

“Are you taking Zhou Mo and not wanting me anymore…?” Shen Shanyu cried emotionally, tears and snot flowing together. He looked at Tang Yiqing while crying. In the past, the moment he started crying, Tang Yiqing would come to hug him. Now, he wouldn’t even hug him…

Facing Shen Shanyu, who was crying more and more heartwrenchingly, Tang Yiqing remained truly indifferent.

At that moment, the door next door opened. Shen Mingzheng walked over. His eyes were bloodshot and circled with dark shadows; clearly, he hadn’t slept at all.

He had been overthinking and paying attention to the movements in the room next door. It wasn’t that he truly wanted to pay attention, but he really couldn’t control his thoughts. He knew Shen Shanyu had come out, and now, he had a reason to come out too.

Shen Mingzheng yawned, pretending to have been woken up. “Why are you crying? Stop it.”

Shen Shanyu hugged Shen Mingzheng’s leg. “Daddy, Mommy won’t let me sleep in his room.”

Shen Mingzheng said indifferently, “If you can’t go, then don’t go. It’s not like you don’t have a room. Go back to your own room to sleep.”

Shen Shanyu continued to cry. Shen Mingzheng didn’t pay him much attention; he urgently looked into Tang Yiqing’s room. Being tall, he could quickly see the entire interior. He then let out a sigh of relief—Shen Zeqi was not inside.

Hmph. It’s all just talk; he can’t move Tang Yiqing at all.

However, when he saw the little figure on the bed, he froze for a moment, then realized it was Zhou Mo.

“Take him to rest quickly. I need to rest too,” Tang Yiqing said with a frown.

Shen Shanyu turned his head to look. “You’re a bad Mommy!”

Tang Yiqing’s expression didn’t flicker. “Correct. I don’t plan on being a ‘good mommy’ anymore.”

Rather than loving this child who didn’t love him, he might as well love the child who loved him—like the one lying on his bed right now.

Shen Mingzheng couldn’t help but feel surprised by Tang Yiqing’s attitude. It wasn’t that he didn’t know how dutiful and responsible Tang had been in the past, or how much he cherished Shen Shanyu. Could he really reach the point of ignoring the child just to spite him…?

“You’re really not going to care about him?” Shen Mingzheng asked seriously.

Tang Yiqing closed the door directly. “Let whoever wants to care for him do it. Go find his ‘good mommy’.”

Outside the door, the man and the child both stared at the door panel in a daze. Shen Shanyu felt an unprecedented fear—a fear of being abandoned—which forced him to wail even harder.

Shen Mingzheng was irritated by the crying. “Stop crying! What are you crying for?!”

He looked at the tightly closed door, his heart sinking. How did he feel as though the child could no longer tether Tang Yiqing?

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