After a Real Person Plays the Protagonist of an Anguish Novel [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 28

Chapter 28: Housewife 28

Another five days of waiting, but this time Tang Yiqing wasn’t as anxious. After all, he already knew the most important piece of information.

The current stage he was in should be Shen Mingzheng’s “crematorium” (the phase where the ML desperately regrets and tries to win back the FL/protagonist); the system told him they had entered this phase.

However, Tang Yiqing was a bit bewildered. Where did Shen Mingzheng look like he was “pursuing his wife”? He clearly showed no such performance.

He had also wondered if his child being swapped was a hidden plotline designed to increase the difficulty of Shen Mingzheng’s pursuit of redemption.

But such a thing was truly malicious to Tang Yiqing. He really hoped Shen Mingzheng would be punished. Satisfactory Level +++++++

On the first day of waiting for the paternity report, Tang Yiqing’s life returned to tranquility. He tended to his flowers and plants and played with Zhou Mo.

He didn’t livestream again, nor did he specifically open short-video apps. Currently, he was at the center of public discourse and didn’t want to be affected by it.

He did, however, see news notifications. He Chenguang had plummeted from a top-tier influencer to a despised home-wrecker. He and the third young master of the Shen family were ruined together, and even the Shen family’s reputation was deeply affected, becoming the laughingstock and gossip of the social circles.

Tang Yiqing scanned the news with a flat expression, feeling that their outcome was inevitable.

At night, after coaxing Zhou Mo to sleep, he was preparing for bed himself when someone knocked on his door.

Tang Yiqing was certain it wasn’t Shen Shuowen. Although the sound wasn’t loud, the frequency was different. He went to the door and looked out through the peephole.

It was actually Shen Mingzheng. His face was somewhat pale, but he looked like he was no longer in serious trouble; he must have been treated.

It made sense; Shen Mingzheng’s pheromone situation had always been stable, so he surely recovered quickly.

Since it was still quite early, it was impossible to pretend to be asleep. Tang Yiqing leaned against the door. “Is something the matter?”

“Can you open the door?” Shen Mingzheng asked.

“I’m a bit tired today and want to rest. Maybe let’s talk tomorrow,” Tang Yiqing said.

Outside the door, Shen Mingzheng frowned, his bloodless face looking even paler. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you, but I just haven’t had the chance.”

“I’ve thought a lot these past few days. I want to have a proper talk with you.”

His voice sounded quite soft, even carrying a hint of a plea; he had actually taken the initiative to lower his posture.

Tang Yiqing’s heart stirred. Was the “pursuing wife” plot about to begin? If so, this could increase the Satisfactory Level.

He placed his hand on the handle and opened the door. Tang Yiqing stood by the door, not intending to let the other man in.

“If there’s something you want to say, say it now,” Tang Yiqing said.

The moment Shen Mingzheng saw Tang Yiqing, his eyes felt hot. He had been very anxious during this period, especially after the divorce. He didn’t understand why until he lay inside the treatment pod on the fourth floor; that feeling of anxiety was the fear that Tang Yiqing would truly leave him.

Tang Yiqing’s cold gaze made him panic. Only then did he realize that the former Tang Yiqing did have feelings for him—at the very least, he liked him.

“I want to… tell you, let’s live our lives well. Let’s stop holding the past against each other and start over,” Shen Mingzheng said.

Tang Yiqing froze, and then his eyes turned red. Tears seemed ready to spill over, but he forced them back. If that time at the bar, when he suddenly entered heat and the call he made to Shen Mingzheng had gone through, they would never have reached the point of divorce.

Or, if he hadn’t discovered the child was swapped and heard these words from Shen Mingzheng, he would have definitely accepted. He had liked Shen Mingzheng for so many years; wasn’t he just waiting for this one sentence?

“Let’s live our lives well”—this was the life with Shen Mingzheng he had always yearned for. But to only hear this now, everything was too late.

Knowing that Shen Mingzheng could do something so malicious, no mother would ever forgive him, even if it was someone he once deeply loved.

Tang Yiqing couldn’t help but wonder: having reached this point, could a HE (Happy Ending) still be achieved? The original plot was supposed to be a happy one, but he was currently very repulsed by such an ending.

“It’s no longer possible. Let’s just part ways amicably,” Tang Yiqing said weakly. Everything that needed to be questioned had been questioned. Having experienced so much pain, he no longer had the courage to be with Shen Mingzheng, nor could he forgive him.

Hearing Tang Yiqing say this, Shen Mingzheng’s heart plummeted. He frowned, his expression turning urgent. “Why? Haven’t you always wanted to live a good life with me? You can have what you wished for, so what is there that you can’t agree to?”

The sadness on Tang Yiqing’s face slowly solidified and turned into a cold calm. Shen Mingzheng was like this—he never realized the unfairness of this relationship. He was always high and mighty, and agreeing to be together again felt as if it were a favor he was granting; to not agree was simply being ungrateful.

A wave of desolation filled his heart, and he couldn’t help but reflect: had he truly loved the wrong person…?

In fact, these many years of marriage had already given him the answer.

“My heart is dead. Is that answer enough?” Tang Yiqing said. His voice trembled slightly, though his face remained indifferent. He could look at him with a calm, even scrutinizing, gaze.

Shen Mingzheng seemed unable to believe it. His eyes were bloodshot, and he let out a cold sneer. “Heart is dead?”

He muttered to himself, “Heart is dead…”

He stared at Tang Yiqing, the scorching fire inside him burning brighter and hotter. Anger, suppression, and refusal to accept—these emotions crashed against his internal organs, making it almost impossible to breathe.

“Isn’t it just because of what happened between me and He Chenguang? I’ve already decided to break it off with him. I didn’t see your heart die before, so why do you feel it’s dead now that I’ve lowered my head? You want to get back at me, don’t you?” Shen Mingzheng said as he closed in on Tang Yiqing. “I don’t believe that ‘dead heart’ nonsense. Do you want my promise? My guarantee?”

Tang Yiqing was forced back by his advance. He looked at him warily, tears shimmering in his eyes. Shen Mingzheng’s words were like a slap to his face; it was a blatant humiliation.

Yes, in the past, he had shamelessly clung to him, unable to be driven away. Those one-sided feelings from the past looked truly ironic now—they were all his own overconfident fantasies, thinking he could develop love over time or move his heart. In the end, all he got in return was his contempt.

To the point that even now, Shen Mingzheng didn’t believe his heart was dead and thought he was just playing tricks and using schemes.

“I don’t need it anymore…” Tang Yiqing said. He stopped looking at him and said firmly, “I, Tang Yiqing, am with someone not for anything else, but only for feelings. If I love someone, I will do my best to be with them. If I don’t love them… whether you believe it or not, I want us to part ways amicably.”

“Don’t love anymore…” Shen Mingzheng repeated it in a murmur. His heart suddenly contracted for a moment. He had never believed Tang Yiqing had any real feelings for him, but right now, Tang Yiqing was so believable.

Recalling the past, Tang had approached again and again, only to be pushed away every time. Facing his humiliation and coldness, Tang Yiqing’s expression was so sad then—yet no matter how excessive things were, the Tang Yiqing of the next day would show him a gentle smile again, as if he had completely forgotten the things that made him sad.

He would cook a bowl of hot soup noodles when he returned late at night; he would wait for him to return on the sofa on the first floor; he would ask for his help during heat, wanting his marking.

But what did he do then? He never ate the noodles even once, leading Tang to stop making them. When Tang fell asleep on the sofa, he wouldn’t wake him up upon seeing him—Tang eventually stopped waiting. During his heat, he never provided companionship even once…

Thinking of these details now, the pain pierced his head. Tang Yiqing’s love and lack thereof were too obvious. He hadn’t understood before what that sparkle in Tang Yiqing’s eyes was when looking at him, but now he understood, because now when Tang Yiqing looked at him, there was only ash and indifference.

But he was unwilling. It was Tang who had provoked him first, who used lowly means to get into bed with him, got pregnant with his child, and forced him to marry him.

Why should he have the final say? He says he loves and clings on regardless; he says he doesn’t love and kicks him away? On what grounds? What does he take him for?

“Part ways amicably?” Shen Mingzheng spoke, his tone carrying a hint of mockery. “Yiqing, you can’t just do whatever you want, can you? You have to give me a chance regardless; only that is fair.”

Tang Yiqing’s eyes shook. He looked at the Alpha before him in shock, never having imagined he could say such shameless words!

He immediately flushed red with anger, but the pressure of the approaching S-class Alpha made him feel stressed and even faintly uneasy.

“Didn’t you climb into my bed back then? You drugged me. I still married you despite you using such lowly means,” Shen Mingzheng’s eyes were crimson. He was clearly suppressing anger, yet a trace of a smile actually hung on his face. “So we’re even, right? I’ve already broken it off with He Chenguang.”

Tang Yiqing saw that his state was wrong. He glanced behind Shen Mingzheng and bolted for the door, but in the next second, he heard Shen Mingzheng’s angry voice: “Where are you running!”

His wrist was grabbed and he was yanked back. Shen Mingzheng laughed. “I bet you wouldn’t have so many problems if I just fucked you. Haven’t you always wanted me to mark you? Then how about I give you my permanent mark?”

Tang Yiqing’s face turned white with fear. Shen Mingzheng’s state was far too abnormal; as he spoke, his pheromones leaked out uncontrollably. He was somewhat manic right now.

“Let me go!” Tang Yiqing struggled in terror.

In the next moment, the cedar pheromones exploded, instantly filling the entire room. The bracelet on Tang Yiqing’s wrist glowed red.

He was pinned to the bed by Shen Mingzheng. Shen Mingzheng tried to kiss him, but Tang Yiqing turned his face to avoid it. This further triggered Shen Mingzheng’s desire for conquest; he leaned down to smell Tang Yiqing’s neck. So fragrant, so fragrant.

Tang Yiqing’s whole body went limp under the influence of the Alpha’s pheromones, and tears slid down. At that moment, Shen Mingzheng flipped him over directly, his fingers pressing onto his gland.

The terrified Tang Yiqing struggled violently. The bedside lamp emitted a piercing light. He reached back, grabbed the lamp, and—thud—smashed it onto Shen Mingzheng’s head.

Shen Mingzheng let out a loud “Ah!” Tang Yiqing didn’t dare stay for a second longer and rushed out of the room regardless of everything.

He thought he heard Zhou Mo’s crying, but he couldn’t care now. His eyes were full of tears and his vision was blurred, but he had to keep running, terrified of being caught by Shen Mingzheng.

System Prompt: Satisfactory Level +20

Tang Yiqing couldn’t care about that. His body was weak, and his mind began to grow hazy.

At the corner of the corridor, he bumped into someone. His tense body instantly went limp. He smelled that familiar, security-filled scent of red wine.

Shen Shuowen was coming down from the fourth floor. After finishing work, he had gone to the fourth floor for his daily pheromone management. Then, just moments ago, he received an alert about an anomaly in Tang Yiqing’s pheromones and immediately rushed over following the location.

He looked at the person slumped in his arms and, without any hesitation, picked him up. Amidst the rich scent of daisies, there was a trace of cedar, which allowed him to quickly realize the cause and effect of the situation.

Shen Shuowen’s expression was terrifyingly dark. He strode up to the fourth floor. He hadn’t even had time to close the door to the instrument room when he left earlier, and now he entered directly without obstruction, locking the door behind him.

He placed Tang Yiqing on the instrument table. His body was lying flat, but his legs were hanging off the side. The cold sensation made his body shiver. He looked into Tang Yiqing’s gradually defocusing eyes—he had entered heat.

Shen Shuowen took out his phone and made a call. Everything was proceeding in an orderly fashion, but Tang Yiqing’s lips were slightly parted as he breathed with difficulty. He grabbed Shen Shuowen’s hand, brought it to his nose, and, not satisfied with just smelling, began to suck and lick.

Fine sweat broke out on Shen Shuowen’s forehead. The moment he held Tang Yiqing, who was emitting the scent of daisies, he had already uncontrollably reacted.

The veins on his neck bulged, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. He was about to lose control; he was entering his rut.

After finishing his instructions, he hung up. Unable to restrain himself, he gripped Tang Yiqing’s jaw with one hand and kissed him.

The kiss was deep, constantly licking the inner walls of his mouth and sucking his tongue again and again, as if he wanted to drain all the sweet nectar. He swallowed greedily, only feeling a sense of quenched thirst after a long while.

The night was deep. Just then, a car turned on its lights, the brightness illuminating the villa windows. Shen Mingzheng, clutching his head, sat up from the floor. Tang Yiqing had hit him hard enough that it took him a while to brace his body.

Seeing the light shining in, he immediately ran to the windowsill and saw Tang Yiqing’s car driving toward the gate.

Regardless of everything, Shen Mingzheng immediately rushed out of the room and downstairs. He couldn’t let Tang Yiqing run away like this!

Inside the instrument room, the pheromone concentration rose sharply. Fortunately, this place seemed to exist in its own space—not only was it well-sealed, but it was also well-soundproofed.

Shen Shuowen’s kissing was a bit fierce. When the kiss ended and he pulled away, Tang Yiqing’s lips were swollen and congested. But when the man left, Tang reached out with his hands, as if it were never enough.

The blue veins on the back of Shen Shuowen’s hand bulged. He dialed another number; it was to Huo Wei. Before the other party could speak, Shen Shuowen began his narration.

“My Omega has entered heat, and I am about to enter my rut.” Shen Shuowen’s voice was restrained and calm, just like usual, but upon closer inspection, the end of his voice wavered slightly. “I’m afraid of losing my mind. If I truly enter my rut, how can I stay with my Omega through his heat without harming him?”

Huo Wei on the other end froze, seemingly not reacting. In this brief moment, Tang Yiqing had already sat up along Shen Shuowen’s arm with difficulty. He hugged his waist, kissing his Adam’s apple over and over, letting out pained gasps from his mouth.

The sound traveled through the receiver to Huo Wei’s end. It took him a good while to react. “Buddy, why even ask? Just go for it! It’s already like this…”

Shen Shuowen covered Tang Yiqing’s lips. The other’s moist, red eyes were full of longing, and his palm was wet from Tang’s breath.

“Shh.”

Shen Shuowen hung up.

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