After Breaking Up, I Married A Top Alpha Movie Star And Fell In Love - Chapter 10

Qiu Ye gazed at He Yuchen, as if having made a final resolution, and confessed to his former lover: “I’m married.”

Before He Yuchen could react, the phone on the desk rang abruptly.

He glanced at the name “Liu Mian” dancing on the screen and hung up without hesitation.

“What?”

President He furrowed his brows, lifting his gaze to look at his secretary.

“I am married to someone else,” Qiu Ye repeated, reaching up to push his glasses.

He Yuchen remained silent for two seconds, rubbing his brow with his fingers, thinking he must have misheard.

How could Qiu Ye possibly be married to someone else?

“What kind of joke is this?”

He Yuchen didn’t feel that he would ever enter into marriage with Qiu Ye, yet at the mere thought of him marrying someone else, an indescribable surge of anger and irritability flared in his heart.

This was likely the innate, powerful possessiveness of an Alpha at work.

“Just because Ding Zhao brought Liu Mian along for the negotiation?”

“Are you still angry with me because of what happened on the cruise ship?”

He Yuchen quickly found a justification for Qiu Ye’s behavior. Standing up from his seat, he spoke with impatience: “Qiu Ye, exactly how many times do you want me to say it?”

“There is absolutely nothing between me and that Omega.”

Qiu Ye clearly did not want to rehash old grievances with his ex-boyfriend. His voice turned cold. “We have already broken up.”

“I have no opinion whatsoever regarding who you are with now, or who you will be with in the future.”

Hearing this made He Yuchen even angrier; the veins at his temples throbbed. “Qiu Ye, there should be a limit to playing hard to get.”

Qiu Ye knit his brows in confusion, suddenly feeling a bit like laughing. “You think I’m playing hard to get?”

In the next second, He Yuchen stepped out from behind the desk, leaning his lower back against the wide solid wood table, staring directly at Qiu Ye.

“Otherwise, why would you be acting out of spite, telling a lie like saying you’re married?”

Qiu Ye looked up at him, his clear black-and-white eyes filled with earnestness as he replied: “President He, I am not acting out of spite.”

“The marriage is real.”

“The desire to resign is also real.”

Suddenly, He Yuchen grabbed Qiu Ye’s wrist, pulling him close.

He looked at these hands, which were devoid of any adornment, a smile of “seeing through everything” appearing on his face.

“You’re married and don’t even have a ring?”

He Yuchen knew Qiu Ye wasn’t good at lying, but he hadn’t expected the other to not even bother making the act convincing. The force in his hand unconsciously tightened.

“That is my business.” Qiu Ye pulled his wrist back; a distinct red mark appeared on his snow-white skin.

He Yuchen felt he had guessed correctly—there was no marriage partner at all; Qiu Ye was just trying to provoke him.

Qiu Ye had liked him since they were young; how could he easily give up the chance to stay by his side?

Qiu Ye lowered his eyes, a certain image flashing through his mind.

Lu Mingchuan, kneeling on one knee with eyes brimming with tenderness, pushing that platinum ring inch by inch to the base of his finger.

The other’s expression had been so serious—so serious that Qiu Ye had felt a momentary daze in that instant.

Just as He Yuchen was about to speak, the door to the CEO’s office opened from the outside.

Qiu Ye slowly raised his head and said to He Yuchen: “Once I finish processing the matters at hand, I will go to the HR department to handle the resignation procedures.”

Xu Zilang pushed the door open, intending to tell He Yuchen that the board of directors had approved Qiu Ye’s promotion, only to see the furious Alpha sweep the items off his desk in one motion.

Files cascaded down, white papers fluttering everywhere, covering the floor in a mess.

The silver-white fountain pen fell to the ground with a “clatter,” rolling all the way to Qiu Ye’s feet.

He Yuchen’s face was devoid of expression. “Qiu Ye, just how long are you going to keep making a scene?”

As a Beta, Qiu Ye couldn’t smell the surging Narcissus pheromones coming from He Yuchen, but he could still sense how angry the other was.

He leaned over slightly, picking up the documents on the floor page by page, his voice calm. “I am not making a scene.”

“I am very sober. I know exactly what I am doing.”

Xu Zilang’s gaze shifted between He Yuchen and Qiu Ye before he prepared to turn and leave.

“Zilang, you heard it all.”

He Yuchen’s Adam’s apple bobbed with difficulty as he pointed at Qiu Ye. “He is the one who wants to leave.”

Xu Zilang felt he must have forgotten to check the almanac before leaving the house today.

How could Qiu Ye resign?

How could Qiu Ye leave He Yuchen?

Xu Zilang’s lips moved as he whispered to Qiu Ye: “He submitted a proposal to the board to promote you another level.”

An Assistant to the President belonged to the management tier; it was a completely different world compared to being a secretary.

He Yuchen’s expression had never been worse as he interrupted coldly: “Why are you saying so much to someone who is leaving?”

Qiu Ye organized the documents from the floor and placed them back on the desk, then bent down to pick up the silver-white pen.

This pen was something he had given to He Yuchen in the past.

Qiu Ye’s voice was very soft. “I’m sorry, I cannot continue to stay at Huanhe.”

“Zilang, you didn’t know Secretary Qiu got married yet, did you? Hurry up and say congratulations.”

Xu Zilang looked surprised, letting out a soft “Ah,” and looked at Qiu Ye.

Qiu Ye was married? Married to whom?

He Yuchen sneered: “How much of an allowance does he give you every month? Is it higher than the salary I pay you?”

“If you really want to go, take your things and get lost today. Those tasks you do—I can find anyone to handle them.”

Qiu Ye gripped the fountain pen tightly. Huanhe was a place he had poured a lot of heart and soul into.

He worked hard to do every task well, not to receive such an evaluation.

Qiu Ye pondered for a few seconds before finally looking up, a trace of pain flickering in his eyes. “So that’s what you think.”

He wordlessly placed the silver-white pen on the desk and pushed his glasses.

“Please inform the HR department for me, President He.”

He Yuchen’s face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye as he grabbed Xu Zilang’s hand, which was trying to stop him.

“Let him go.”

In the past, every time He Yuchen got angry, Qiu Ye would offer tolerance and concession.

But this time, Qiu Ye didn’t even look at him; the expression on his face was so faint it was almost transparent.

Qiu Ye turned to leave. His fingers paused for two seconds when they touched the metal door handle, and then he forcefully pushed open the door he had entered and exited countless times.

“Why are you two fighting so fiercely? What exactly happened?”

Xu Zilang tugged at He Yuchen’s sleeve, his face showing clear anxiety.

He Yuchen remained expressionless, answering coldly: “Didn’t you hear? He wants to resign.”

Xu Zilang stood frozen, his expression stunned. His lips moved as he wondered aloud: “How could this be?”

“He likes you so much—he’s liked you for so many years.”

He Yuchen took a deep breath and fully opened the half-closed door.

He watched Qiu Ye walk step by step to the workstation where he could be seen at a glance, calmly organizing the items on his desk.

The two had argued before, but never had it reached such an irreconcilable state.

Standing next to He Yuchen, Xu Zilang felt like he was about to be drowned by the thick Narcissus pheromones.

Unluckily, Qiu Ye was a Beta and couldn’t smell a thing.

Even though it was past clock-out time, the CEO’s office suite was still full of people.

For the first time, Qiu Ye realized he had so many belongings. He opened every drawer, placing the items one by one into a cardboard box.

Anything he didn’t want, he threw directly into the trash can by his feet.

“Secretary Qiu, what’s happening?” A colleague he was on good terms with walked over, eyes full of worry.

Qiu Ye managed to squeeze out a smile and said: “It’s nothing. I’ve resigned.”

With a cold face, He Yuchen simply watched as Qiu Ye’s box grew fuller. Scenes of the two of them working together filled his mind.

Having someone like this to stay busy with until late at night, someone who could actually help—he thought anyone would be moved by that.

He Yuchen never thought he would be the one to initiate a confession, let alone to Qiu Ye.

The control over this relationship should have been in his hands.

He hadn’t even thought about ending it, so what right did Qiu Ye have?

With his back to He Yuchen, Qiu Ye held the heavy box of personal items and bowed to his colleagues in the office.

“Thank you all for everything during this time.”

“Secretary Qiu, we can’t bear to see you go.”

“Secretary Qiu, what are we going to do if you leave?”

The eyes of several young women in the office immediately turned red, looking as if they might cry at any moment.

Qiu Ye blinked and comforted them warmly: “Don’t worry. If you have anything you’re unsure about in the future, you can still come and ask me.”

The elevator doors slowly opened. Qiu Ye walked in, holding the box with both hands.

Xu Zilang quickly chased after him. Seeing only a sliver of space left between the silver-grey elevator doors, he turned and said: “Go after him!”

Behind him, He Yuchen’s expression was sinister. “Do I look like I have nothing better to do?”

Xu Zilang felt something was fundamentally wrong, though he couldn’t put his finger on it. He pressed the button for another elevator and chased all the way to the underground parking lot.

He didn’t see that “ugly-as-hell” Tesla; instead, he saw Qiu Ye getting into a Rolls-Royce.

If Xu Zilang wasn’t hallucinating, that seemingly low-key business vehicle was actually a globally limited anniversary edition.

This couldn’t be Qiu Ye’s car. Whose car was it?

“No way…” Xu Zilang frowned, a wild possibility suddenly surfacing in his mind.

Qiu Ye turned off his phone and drove aimlessly along the coastal road, not returning to the Fengqi Chaoming mansion until late at night.

The living room was pitch black.

Lu Mingchuan was sitting under a small lamp, phone in hand. Upon hearing movement at the entrance, he immediately stood up.

“Qiu Ye, where have you been?” Lu Mingchuan walked up to Qiu Ye, his face full of anxiety.

A faint scent of cedarwood enveloped him.

Qiu Ye hadn’t expected Lu Mingchuan to be waiting for him.

The cardboard box in his arms was taken away and set aside.

“I’m sorry for making you worry.”

Lu Mingchuan looked at Qiu Ye and asked: “Can you tell me what happened?”

Qiu Ye shook his head, pretending to be unbothered, and explained softly: “It’s nothing. I just resigned a bit earlier than planned.”

“Everything is fine now.”

Lu Mingchuan lowered his head, leaning in very close. His deep, magnetic voice brushed against Qiu Ye’s ear. “You’re lying.”

Qiu Ye couldn’t see what he looked like at this moment.

His eyes were slightly red behind the transparent lenses, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his expression of forced, swaying calm was barely holding on.

Lu Mingchuan didn’t think much of it; almost instinctively, he reached out and gently pulled the man into his arms.

Long arms wrapped around the slender back.

Pressed against Lu Mingchuan’s slightly heaving chest, Qiu Ye heard his deep voice: “Clearly, something is wrong.”

Qiu Ye froze, an unprovoked wave of sourness welling up in his heart.

Just then, the doorbell rang abruptly—one ring after another, breaking the silence like a demand for life.

Qiu Ye slipped out of Lu Mingchuan’s embrace to open the door for Ji Bing.

“Xiao Bei got acute gastroenteritis from eating raw seafood. I just sent him to the ER. I don’t know if he’ll recover before the theater festival opens.”

“We have to fly to Yunchuan tomorrow morning. Where am I supposed to find an experienced assistant to accompany you?”

Ji Bing hadn’t stopped talking since entering. Just as he was about to continue complaining, he suddenly paused upon seeing Qiu Ye.

Wasn’t there a ready-made gold-medal secretary right here?