After Breaking Up, I Married A Top Alpha Movie Star And Fell In Love - Chapter 27

Qiu Ye’s voice was very light, yet it sliced a rift through He Yuchen’s heart.

He Yuchen froze instantly on the spot, his pupils shrinking to the size of pinpoints in disbelief, a broken sound squeezing out of his throat: “You… say that again.”

“I said,” Qiu Ye repeated clearly, his tone devoid of any fluctuation, “I have slept with Lu Mingchuan.”

He Yuchen was like an explosive ignited in an instant; he lunged forward, grabbing Qiu Ye’s shoulders with both hands, his strength so great he nearly crushed his bones.

“Good, Qiu Ye. Very good.”

“At that time, we had only been broken up for a few days, hadn’t we?” He Yuchen had privately investigated the two of them and knew that Lu Mingchuan had only started with Qiu Ye after returning to the country.

Qiu Ye reached out to push his glasses up, suddenly thinking of something, and said: “That video the paparazzi caught—you should have seen it, right?”

He Yuchen’s movements paused slightly. He hadn’t just seen it; he had watched those dozen or so seconds of video hundreds of times, over and over again.

The corner of Qiu Ye’s mouth curled into an extremely faint arc, mocking: “You didn’t think it was as simple as us just kissing, did you?”

“Were you that impatient to crawl into his bed?!” He Yuchen’s eyes were wide with rage. The thought of Qiu Ye being tasted by another man felt as if a piece of his heart’s flesh had been gouged out.

Qiu Ye asked back indifferently, “Did you expect me to guard my purity for you?”

He Yuchen gave a miserable laugh and staggered back, releasing his grip as if his strength had been drained. His eyes were filled with the stinging pain of betrayal and absurdity.

“You… how could you…” He Yuchen was incoherent. “How could you care so little about me?”

“How could you hurt me like this?”

“Setting aside those messes on the cruise ship, haven’t I been good to you all these years? Haven’t I invested enough in you?”

There were no streetlights on the grassland; the cold moonlight spilled onto Qiu Ye’s face, making him look indifferent and detached.

The calmer Qiu Ye’s expression became, the more agitated He Yuchen’s emotions grew.

“And you? You turned around and got together with someone else!”

“Did you ever really care about me? I truly can’t feel how much you liked me. When I announced my status as a couple with Liu Mian to join this show, did you even give me a second glance?”

“Qiu Ye, do you even have a heart?”

He Yuchen was truly becoming more and more irrational as he spoke.

Qiu Ye listened in silence for a while, finally unable to endure it any longer.

“Are you finished?”

Clearly, Qiu Ye was the one who was more accommodating in the relationship, the one who made concessions the vast majority of the time.

But now, he didn’t want to yield anymore.

“You are the one who crossed the line, first with deception and then with infidelity.”

“And now you’re pinning all the blame on my head?”

Qiu Ye stared into He Yuchen’s eyes and continued: “President He’s skill at shifting the blame truly makes me look at you in a new light.”

He Yuchen’s face turned between pale and green. He took a deep breath, his expression changing faster than one flips a page, his tone softening instantly: “Qiu Ye, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“With so many years of feelings between us, can it really just end like this because I made one mistake?”

Qiu Ye took a deep breath and did not respond.

He Yuchen’s eyes turned slightly red as he whispered: “Give me another chance. Let’s start over, okay? I promise that from now on…”

“No.” Qiu Ye interrupted him decisively. “Between us, there is no ‘from now on’.”

“Go live the life you want.”

“It’s because of Lu Mingchuan, isn’t it?! You’re actually going to abandon me for him?”

Qiu Ye closed his eyes, his patience finally exhausted.

The moment He Yuchen thought of that person being Lu Mingchuan, he couldn’t remain calm at all.

“What kind of men and women hasn’t he had around him? Why would he suddenly take an interest in you? Don’t you think there’s something fishy about this?”

Qiu Ye opened his eyes, his gaze clear, and said slowly: “He is different from you. In his eyes, he can see other people.”

“I am willing to believe he has no ill intent.”

“What kind of soul-stealing potion did Lu Mingchuan give you?”

He Yuchen was so angry he lost his reason, speaking recklessly: “Do you have any idea how ‘wild’ people play in the entertainment industry? It’s beyond your imagination. Do you really think Lu Mingchuan is some kind of pure little white flower?”

“With that frigid attitude of yours in bed, and being a Beta without pheromones, how could you possibly satisfy an Alpha like him?”

Faced with such a direct, private, and malicious insult aimed at shaming him.

Qiu Ye subconsciously pursed his lips tightly, a flash of blatant embarrassment flitting through his eyes.

“Lu Mingchuan is just looking for a bit of novelty, he’s just playing with you! When the time comes, don’t come crying to me!”

Qiu Ye’s fingertips dug hard into his palms, yet he didn’t seem to feel the pain.

Just then, a warm and solid chest suddenly pressed against Qiu Ye’s back. A powerful arm reached from behind, pulling him into an embrace in a gesture of absolute possession.

the familiar scent of cedar mixed with a faint hint of tobacco instantly surrounded Qiu Ye.

Lu Mingchuan rested his chin gently on the top of Qiu Ye’s head and, with unhidden doting, spoke: “Qiu Ye performs very well in bed.”

He Yuchen saw Lu Mingchuan grind his back teeth. After hearing clearly what the other man had said, his entire face flushed red with rage.

Lu Mingchuan looked up, staring directly at He Yuchen’s distorted expression, and said: “I am already very satisfied just having him. There’s no need for outsiders to worry.”

“You’re just saying pretty words. If you really encountered an Omega with high compatibility, who knows what would happen?”

He Yuchen’s chest heaved as he pointed his finger at Lu Mingchuan’s nose.

“If we just went into heat because of pheromone attraction, how would we be any different from animals?”

These words were like a resounding slap across He Yuchen’s face.

“Also, I won’t make him cry.” Lu Mingchuan’s voice was languid, like it had little hooks in it.

He paused, his warm breath brushing against Qiu Ye’s earlobe, as he added slowly: “Of course, that doesn’t count when we’re in bed.”

This was a blatant provocation.

He Yuchen’s vision went dark, the veins on his forehead bulged, and he nearly crushed his teeth.

Just as he was about to erupt, his phone screen lit up with a message from Liu Mian.

“Young Master He, it’s time for the scheduled release of soothing pheromones. Where did you go?”

He Yuchen gripped his phone tightly, his knuckles making a cracking sound, as the chaotic Narcissus pheromones within his body surged violently.

Another message from Liu Mian popped up, asking if he needed her to come find him.

Everything returned to silence.

However, Lu Mingchuan didn’t seem to have any intention of letting go of Qiu Ye. He continued to hold him like this, as if afraid he would vanish from his world.

“It’s late, let’s go inside.”

Qiu Ye slipped out of Lu Mingchuan’s embrace and sighed in relief as he watched He Yuchen’s departing figure.

The two entered the room one after the other.

Qiu Ye turned his head, looked up at the other man, and asked: “How long were you listening?”

Lu Mingchuan answered honestly: “For about half a cigarette’s time. Just happened to be the part about me.”

Qiu Ye remembered what Lu Mingchuan had just said. “Thank you for helping me vent my anger just now. I know you said those things on purpose.”

In Lu Mingchuan’s deep gray eyes, dark undercurrents surged. He suddenly asked: “Did it never occur to you that what I said might be true?”

Qiu Ye shook his head, not believing it, and smiled: “Stop teasing me.”

“But speaking of which, I’ve noticed you always seem to be eavesdropping on my private conversations.”

Lu Mingchuan had a smile on his face. Not only did he “eavesdrop,” he intended to dig up the very foundation of this corner and claim it as his own.

The early spring sunlight was intense, and the sky was as blue as an unpolished gemstone.

Director Lai had contacted the local tribes in advance and learned that a young couple was getting married these few days. He temporarily changed the program’s schedule, deciding to let the guests participate in an authentic minority wedding.

The indigenous people, dressed in colorful ethnic costumes, were circling and dancing to a brisk rhythm.

The several guests were enthusiastically ushered into the area and changed into traditional attire.

The indigo-colored, double-breasted long robe made Qiu Ye’s skin appear as white as snow, his slender neck disappearing into the crescent collar embroidered with silver patterns.

It was his first time wearing such clothes, and he was afraid he looked strange.

“You look very good in that.” Lu Mingchuan lifted the curtain of the yurt and walked in. He was wearing a wine-red robe with black-gold piping.

He Yuchen had also changed into minority clothing. His face was dark, appearing out of place amidst the surrounding celebration.

“Young Master He, did you argue with Secretary Qiu last night?”

Liu Mian, wearing exquisite makeup, had changed into a peach-pink riding outfit, a sweet smile plastered on her face.

“What business is it of yours?”

Liu Mian was already used to He Yuchen’s bad temper; besides, the other party was her generous gold donor.

“I just want to help you.”

“Don’t you want to win back his heart?”

He Yuchen didn’t speak, appearing to give a silent affirmation.

Liu Mian began to plot in her heart. She leaned in and whispered a few words to him, guaranteeing that her method would definitely work.

Qiu Ye walked over.

Liu Mian’s gaze landed on him, and she forced a slight smile.

This Beta, who didn’t even have pheromones—aside from that handsome face, he didn’t seem to have anything special about him.

How could he make Young Master He so heartbroken, and even make Lu Mingchuan look at him differently?

Liu Mian frowned.

Zhou You was acting as the wedding emcee today. He possessed a refined temperament to begin with, and wearing the ethnic costume added a touch of approachability. He was interacting with everyone using a few phrases of the local language he had just learned.

“Friends who have come from afar, welcome to our Lagut Grassland to witness this grand ceremony of love!”

Liang Yongning sat below the stage, slowly picking up his camera with a gentle smile on his face, capturing Zhou You’s style while hosting.

“This is the bridal veil of the Kert tribe, symbolizing obedience and tolerance.”

An Yilun frowned and said to Xin Ye: “Why is obedience and tolerance only required of one party? It’s really unfair.”

Lu Mingchuan took a magnificent veil adorned with exquisite silver ornaments and long, thin tassels with both hands, looking at Qiu Ye in front of him.

Everyone thought Lu Mingchuan would place the veil on Qiu Ye’s head, but his next move was beyond everyone’s expectations.

With a flick of his arm and a gentle shake, he draped that silver-white veil over his own head.

The silver bells jingled crisply with his movements.

The tassels swayed slightly, obscuring his deep eyes and the high bridge of his nose, but they couldn’t hide the clear upward curve of his lips.

“Then let’s switch. Will that be a bit fairer?”

Lu Mingchuan’s voice came through the thin veil, deep and magnetic, carrying a power that was hard to resist.

In the next second, Qiu Ye’s wrist was gently grasped and pulled in front of the other man.

Lu Mingchuan’s face suddenly enlarged before him.

Qiu Ye’s world seemed to consist only of the person in front of him and the deafening heartbeat in his chest.

He knew very well that he and Lu Mingchuan were only in a cooperative relationship under an agreement.

No matter how “real” a reality show was, it was just a performance in front of the camera.

Qiu Ye tried to suppress that ill-timed throb of emotion, while simultaneously realizing with sorrow that his heart was already in a mess—a tangled knot that couldn’t be unraveled.

“You come and lift my veil.”