After a Real Person Plays the Protagonist of an Anguish Novel [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Housewife 

 

He Chenguang had entered the Shen family home with his head held high, but he left in a pathetic state. Because of Shen Shuowen, he might never step foot into the Shen villa again for the rest of his life.

 

Tang Yiqing’s life returned to its previous routine. Shen Shanyu was still throwing a tantrum at him because the boy had seen him holding Zhou Mo. Shanyu declared that since Tang Yiqing had held another child, he wasn’t allowed to hold Shanyu anymore; if he caught his mother holding another kid again, he wouldn’t want this mother anymore. The little boy’s face was red with anger. Tang Yiqing couldn’t help but think: When you threw yourself into He Chenguang’s arms and let him hold you, why didn’t you think about your biological mother’s feelings then?

 

Was he supposed to throw a tantrum and reject his own child just because the boy had run into someone else’s arms?

 

Tang Yiqing wouldn’t bicker with a small child; there was no fairness to speak of in this situation anyway.

 

He simply couldn’t understand how, despite having everything go his way in the Shen family, Shen Shanyu had developed such a prickly personality. When the boy was angry and looking at him, it was clear he wanted Tang Yiqing to coax him and hold him. If Tang Yiqing put on a begging act, Shanyu would certainly be pleased.

 

The boy was four years old, five by the nominal counting system. Ever since he could express himself, he had made it clear he didn’t like this “Mommy,” yet he demanded that Tang Yiqing revolve around him. Tang Yiqing no longer had the heart for it. His former drive to fix the parent-child relationship had been worn away; now he just thought about getting by.

 

After all, Shanyu was his own flesh and blood. From the moment the boy was born, Tang Yiqing had intended to love and protect him. But perhaps due to the influence of the “plot,” he was destined to have a child who didn’t love him. So, he would just let it be.

 

In the morning, when the sunlight was at its peak, Tang Yiqing started his livestream again. He was now more comfortable with his broadcasting work. The number of viewers in his room remained stable at around a thousand, sometimes reaching four or five thousand at its peak. To him, this was significant progress. He felt he had a good rapport with the audience; for a rookie streamer, his follower growth rate was quite impressive.

 

Tang Yiqing was eating a cake he had just made in front of the camera. The netizens quite liked watching him eat, though he wasn’t particularly good at making desserts. It had taken several “fails” to produce this current result.

 

He looked at himself on the screen, brushing through his hair, wondering how flour had gotten into it. Right now, he looked like he had just come back from a war—his hair was messy and his clothes were untidy. As he sat there dazing, thinking he should stop making desserts in the future, someone suddenly spoke to him, snapping him out of it.

 

“Are you doing a livestream?“

 

Tang Yiqing looked over to see Shen Shuowen standing beside him with a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Shen Shuowen hadn’t been home during his previous streams; this was the first time he had seen it.

 

Being watched by him made Tang Yiqing feel uneasy and shy. “Yes… I’m teaching everyone how to make desserts.“

 

Shen Shuowen was tall and broad with a cold, stern temperament. Standing there, he naturally exerted pressure. Although he could be called kind to Tang Yiqing, being watched by such an outstanding and sharp man made Tang Yiqing genuinely nervous.

 

The aroma of coffee drifted between them. At this distance, Tang Yiqing could smell the scent of men’s body wash on him, along with a very faint hint of red wine. Tang Yiqing knew that was the smell of his pheromones. Hearing the scent made him feel a sense of shame because he liked the smell; even though it was faint right now, it still made his heart feel hot.

 

Feeling this made Tang Yiqing wonder if his pheromone condition was becoming increasingly unstable…

 

“Very good,” Shen Shuowen said.

 

It was a sincere compliment of recognition, causing Tang Yiqing’s face to burn. At that moment, the comments in the livestream room started scrolling rapidly, and the viewer count surged from one thousand to three thousand.

 

“Is this the streamer’s husband?! What a sexy voice!”

 

“I ship it, I ship it!“

 

“Has the streamer’s husband finally appeared? Control your kid!“

 

“Wuuu no, the streamer is my sweet wife!”

 

“Stealing a kiss from your wife.“

 

“Carrying the streamer home to have my babies.“

 

“Mommy~ Daddy~”

 

Watching the comments scroll on the screen, Tang Yiqing’s face turned bright red. He quickly said awkwardly, “No, he’s not…“

 

Shen Shuowen’s gaze also fell on the screen, seeing the comments filled with profanity and voyeurism. His brow furrowed slightly. He had no right to interfere in Tang Yiqing’s affairs, but at this moment, he felt an impulse to make him shut down the stream.

 

Tang Yiqing’s features were soft, his cheeks flushed red because of the comments. The collar of the shirt he was wearing was slightly open—perhaps because it had been hot while he was busy, he had unbuttoned the top. The curving neckline revealed delicate, fair skin before being blocked by his apron.

 

Shen Shuowen’s gaze swept over that patch of snowy white, and his fingers instinctively rubbed together. Then he spoke: “There is flour there.“

 

Tang Yiqing was confused for a moment and looked at Shen Shuowen. Shen Shuowen pointed to his collarbone. Tang Yiqing immediately raised his hand to brush the spot.

 

Shen Shuowen watched that fair, slender hand move the shirt collar back and forth. The scent of daisies became stronger than before. He couldn’t find a reason why he was so obsessed with this scent—the scent of his brother’s wife’s pheromones, the scent of daisies.

 

Tang Yiqing tidied his collar, and when he looked back, he found that Shen Shuowen was already gone.

 

He finished the pastry, said goodbye, and ended the stream. After packing up his equipment, he sat casually on the living room sofa to rest. He scrolled through short videos on his phone. Suddenly, his finger paused. He saw a video from He Chenguang.

 

Because of the “associated people” algorithm and because He Chenguang was a top creator on the platform, it was inevitable to come across him. What Tang Yiqing hadn’t expected was that the first video he saw of He Chenguang after becoming a colleague was a collaboration with his own husband and child.

 

This must have been last weekend when Shen Shanyu was taken out by Shen Mingzheng. They hadn’t returned until the next morning. Shanyu had bragged to him about it when he got back, saying how fun the place they went was and how happy he was.

 

So they had finally gotten their wish. The place they couldn’t go to before because Shen Mingzheng was injured—they had gone this time.

 

In the video, He Chenguang was holding Shen Shanyu’s small hand, while his other hand was being held by Shen Mingzheng. The three of them were walking forward together. Shen Mingzheng only showed half of his body and didn’t show his face. The scene was warm and healing, looking exactly like a happy family of three.

 

The comments were all blessings.

 

“The streamer’s son is so cute!”

 

“Wishing you 99 (forever together)!“

 

“It looks so happy!“

 

“The son is so cute, the husband must be very handsome!“

 

“…”

 

There was no clarification. It seemed this wasn’t the first time He Chenguang had filmed such videos with Shen Mingzheng and Shen Shanyu. Tang Yiqing almost felt like posting “Wishing you 99” himself.

 

The video’s music was cheerful and light. Suddenly, Tang Yiqing heard a “Heh,” a cold, mocking laugh that seemed to be right in his ear, making the hair on his arms stand up. He suddenly felt someone else’s presence behind him. He whipped his head around and saw Shen Zeqi’s cynical face.

 

He hadn’t seen him much over the past few days. For him to suddenly appear behind him… he must have come back after drinking again; there was a faint scent of alcohol on him.

 

“Spying on other people’s happiness?” Shen Zeqi spoke up. “They’re the real family of three, aren’t they?“

 

Tang Yiqing hung his head and bit his lip. Even a clay figurine has some temper. Aside from having to endure Shen Mingzheng, there was no one else he needed to take this from. Being mocked and stung like this—he had no reason to take it lying down. “That has nothing to do with Second Brother, does it?“

 

Shen Zeqi laughed, then rounded the sofa and sat down beside him. “You’re actually quite vivid when you’re angry.“

 

Tang Yiqing looked at him, his eyes rounded. He noticed that Shen Zeqi was usually normal toward him—almost too lazy to even look at him—but as long as he had been drinking, he would come over to provoke him.

 

Shen Zeqi sat one person’s width away. Suddenly, his swaying frame leaned in a bit closer, bringing a gust of air. The stray hairs on Tang Yiqing’s forehead moved. Shen Zeqi stared straight at him with a hint of malice on his face. “Seriously, consider me. Don’t stay with Shen Mingzheng, stay with me.“

 

Tang Yiqing instinctively leaned back because of the sudden proximity. His eyes shook, but he soon realized—hadn’t Shen Zeqi said something similar when he was drunk last time? This was just more drunken nonsense.

 

“Not considering it.” Tang Yiqing turned his head away, no longer looking at him.

 

“Why not? Am I not better than Shen Mingzheng?” Shen Zeqi’s voice softened with a teasing laugh. “At the very least, I wouldn’t let our child call someone else ‘Mommy’.“

 

Tang Yiqing glared at him. “But why would I marry you and have your babies?“

 

Shen Zeqi froze. His gaze flickered for a moment as if he were actually considering the question. His ears turned a deep shade of red.

 

“Marry me… have my babies…” Shen Zeqi muttered, mulling over the words as if savoring them.

 

Hearing him say that, Tang Yiqing’s face also heated up. “I didn’t mean it like that…“

 

Just as he was rushing to explain, Tang Yiqing suddenly caught a faint scent. It was sweet and cloying, like the scent of honey peaches. Thinking of this, he leaned toward Shen Zeqi and sniffed the air around him. “Why is there a sweet smell…?“

 

Shen Zeqi watched the person who suddenly leaned in. His body stiffened, and his gaze remained glued to him. Tang Yiqing was white and fragrant; the scents of body wash and shampoo were mixed with a faint daisy fragrance.

 

Suddenly, as if snapping out of it, Shen Zeqi abruptly stood up and left the sofa. “I’m going upstairs to rest.”

 

Tang Yiqing watched his hurried figure go upstairs. Why did it feel like he was fleeing in panic?

 

At this moment, Tang Yiqing could be certain: that was indeed the honey peach pheromone. Although he was past his heat, because he had never been “cured” by an Alpha’s pheromones, his own pheromones were in a very unstable state. After smelling that S-rank honey peach scent just now, his glands began to feel swollen and hot.

 

After all, that was an S-rank pheromone; even a little bit could have a significant impact on an Omega.

 

So, were Shen Zeqi’s pheromones honey peach scented?

 

There was a “pecking order” even for pheromone scents, especially among Alphas. Sweet scents that seemed like they should belong to Omegas were considered the least “manly” for an Alpha and were usually disliked by Omegas. He hadn’t expected the rebellious and indifferent Shen Zeqi to actually care about this.

 

He had been in the Shen family for so long and was familiar with everyone’s pheromones, but he had never smelled Shen Zeqi’s. Whenever the man appeared before him, he was wearing the strongest grade of suppression patches; his pheromones never leaked.

 

He did remember that when he first entered the Shen house to meet everyone, he had smelled honey peach pheromones. It had left a deep impression because the scent was sweet yet possessed the dominance and aggression unique to Alpha pheromones.

 

He hadn’t smelled it since then and had assumed he had smelled it wrong. He hadn’t expected those to be Shen Zeqi’s pheromones.

 

In the evening, a warm breeze blew occasionally. Summer was coming to an end, leaving behind a bit of lingering heat.

 

Behind the villa, there was a swimming pool. At night, the lights around it were lit, making the water surface shimmer. Tang Yiqing was teaching Shen Shanyu how to swim in the pool. Shanyu’s kindergarten was holding a swimming competition, and as a child who liked to show off, he had naturally signed up. However, he hadn’t swam for a year, and his movements were clearly rusty.

 

Thus, Shen Shanyu had demanded that Tang Yiqing teach him as a condition for their reconciliation.

 

Tang Yiqing wasn’t a professional, but children from families like theirs all knew some sports. His family had once been firmly established in high society, though they were now destitute and barely maintaining their dignity by relying on the Shen family.

 

It was like clinging to a giant tree. If he ever proposed a divorce, his entire family would think he was insane and would desperately try to stop him—it was as if he had been sold into the Shen family.

 

“Mommy, not like that!” Shen Shanyu splashed dissatisfactorily in the water. “You’re teaching it wrong! I won’t swim fast like this!”

 

Tang Yiqing patiently explained to Shanyu, telling him to practice the standard movements first, but the little fellow clearly wouldn’t listen. After choking on a mouthful of water, he stopped practicing altogether.

 

The small body stood by the pool, angrily expressing his dissatisfaction, saying he would never learn swimming from him again. Tang Yiqing watched the small, huffy figure walk back. He sighed and didn’t chase after him. Instead, he dove into the water and started swimming. He hadn’t swam in a long time either, and he felt incredibly relaxed at this moment.

 

In the depths of the courtyard, Shen Zeqi was walking back after feeding the black panther. He irritably lit a cigarette. After a few drags, the fire had already reached the filter. He let out a long breath. Once the white smoke dissipated, he changed direction.

 

Looking at the blue pool surface, his mind calmed a bit. The temperature here seemed cooler than elsewhere, and the agitation in his body seemed to subside slightly. He raised his hands and took off his shirt, revealing a sturdy upper body. Under the lights, his lean muscles gave off a moist glow.

 

He had just placed his hands on his waistband when he heard the sound of water breaking—Splash!

 

Shen Zeqi saw Tang Yiqing emerge from the water. His hair fell back with the flow of water, obscuring his eyes. Droplets ran down his cheeks onto his fair shoulders. This scene made Shen Zeqi’s breath hitch.

 

Tang Yiqing was right there below him. He could see him by looking down. When the person in the pool pushed his hair back, he happened to lock eyes with Shen Zeqi. Shen Zeqi saw the shock in his eyes.

 

Meeting Shen Zeqi left Tang Yiqing surprised. The man’s unwavering gaze also left him at a loss. Shen Zeqi’s teasing from earlier that day still seemed to ring in his ears; for a moment, he didn’t know how to face him.

 

Tang Yiqing climbed out of the water. Droplets continued to roll off his body. His skin was dazzlingly white, and his body was stretched out beautifully, making it impossible to look away. As his feet stepped onto the poolside, each step left a wet footprint. Even his feet were beautiful; his toes were rounded and cute, and even the bone of his ankle was sexily adorable.

 

Tang Yiqing hunched his shoulders, wanting to leave quietly. Shen Zeqi’s gaze followed him the entire time. He felt a bit dazed, as if in a dream. He watched the person slowly walking past him. If it were a dream, he didn’t want to let him go this time.

 

Taking a few steps forward, Shen Zeqi grabbed Tang Yiqing’s arm. The touch was cold and wet, so real. His heart was beating as violently as it did in his dreams, perhaps even more so.

 

Tang Yiqing was startled when his wrist was grabbed. Just as he was about to turn around, he felt a burning body press against his back. Arms reached around to envelop him.

 

Tang Yiqing’s face was full of shock, his heart pounding. He was surrounded by the honey peach pheromones—cloying yet overbearing. It made his legs go weak instantly. He felt a surge of urgency; he couldn’t handle so many pheromones right now, especially the pheromones of an S-rank Alpha…

 

A kiss landed on his neck. His cool skin was pressed by burning lips, causing Tang Yiqing to tremble all over. While his reason still remained, he suddenly burst out with a surge of strength. He turned around and slapped Shen Zeqi across the face. “Look at who I am!”

 

He knew Shen Zeqi must be drunk again. No matter how reckless he was, he couldn’t possibly do such a thing to his own brother’s wife. Tang Yiqing looked at the stunned Shen Zeqi and ran away in a panic.

 

Shen Zeqi watched the fleeing figure, then looked at the water surface shimmering with fragmented light. He suddenly felt a sense of vertigo. That wasn’t a dream. It was real.

 

He raised his fingers to touch his stinging cheek and couldn’t help but start laughing.