After Transmigrating into an ABO World with My Rival - Chapter 32

Because Chen Yanzhi’s heat hadn’t completely ended, he couldn’t return to school for classes. He could only bring his assignments home to finish them.

Fu Tingyue was also working from home. Across a single desk, Chen Yanzhi was drawing design drafts while Fu Tingyue processed company documents; the two worked without disturbing one another.

Suddenly, Chen Yanzhi tossed his pen aside, stood up, and walked over to Fu Tingyue’s side.

Fu Tingyue reflexively pushed his chair back and reached out to take Chen Yanzhi’s hand. Chen Yanzhi naturally straddled his lap. Fu Tingyue lowered the setting on his bracelet to release soothing pheromones, and Chen Yanzhi’s restless mood settled instantly. He closed his eyes and leaned against Fu Tingyue’s chest to rest.

Fu Tingyue knew he was stuck on his assignment. He gently patted Chen Yanzhi’s slender back, his voice tender: “It’s not due until next week, so don’t worry. If you can’t draw, take a break first. You just finished your heat, so it’s not a good time for work. Try again in a couple of days.”

Chen Yanzhi buried his face into Fu Tingyue’s chest like a spoiled child, letting out a muffled, grumpy word: “Annoying.”

Fu Tingyue silently smoothed the hair at the back of his neck, a smile spreading across his face.

What he loved most was when Chen Yanzhi leaned into his arms to act spoiled or complain. He was like a little kitten, incredibly cute.

Even when Chen Yanzhi was in a foul mood, the moment Fu Tingyue released soothing pheromones, he would immediately settle down and whimper in his arms. It was adorable.

As Fu Tingyue thought about it, his breathing couldn’t help but quicken. His movements at the back of Chen Yanzhi’s neck became less innocent, shifting from a gentle stroke to rubbing the gland through the protective patch.

At first, Chen Yanzhi didn’t notice, but by the time he reacted, it was already too late. He was panting, and a light pink flush had crawled onto his fair cheeks.

He looked at Fu Tingyue with a hint of reproach, his breathing rapid: “What are you doing?”

Fu Tingyue looked perfectly composed, without a shred of guilt for doing something wrong. Instead, he said as if it were only natural: “I wanted to touch you.”

“Why touch my gland…” Shivering, Chen Yanzhi grabbed Fu Tingyue’s hand to stop him from moving further.

Fu Tingyue felt no remorse: “I touched it by accident. I didn’t intend to.”

Chen Yanzhi pulled his hand into his own embrace and cursed with unsteady breath: “Rogue.”

Fu Tingyue pinched Chen Yanzhi’s chin, forcing him to look up. A deep smile was hidden in his eyes: “If I said I also wanted to kiss you, would you think I’m even more of a rogue?”

Upon hearing this, Chen Yanzhi’s gaze uncontrollably fell upon Fu Tingyue’s slightly curved lips. His brain began to automatically replay the feeling of kissing Fu Tingyue during his heat.

Undeniably, kissing Fu Tingyue felt amazing—better than anything else.

But he hadn’t thought things through yet. Could he just kiss him whenever he wanted?

The moment Fu Tingyue saw Chen Yanzhi’s conflicted expression, he knew what he was thinking. He said considerately: “We can kiss on credit. In the future, if you decide you don’t like me after all, I’ll return them to you.”

Hearing his warped logic, Chen Yanzhi couldn’t help but laugh: “Is that even right?”

Who else but Fu Tingyue could say something like that with a straight face?

“Doesn’t Zhizhi want to kiss me? From your expression, it seems like you want to as well.” As Fu Tingyue spoke, he lowered his head to lean in tentatively.

Chen Yanzhi didn’t dodge. Instead, he proactively closed his eyes and lifted his head slightly, seemingly meeting him halfway.

Fu Tingyue’s heart rate quickened, and the hand holding Chen Yanzhi’s chin trembled slightly. His pheromones grew stronger, and Chen Yanzhi’s expression instantly turned blissful.

Their breaths mingled between their noses. Fu Tingyue smelled Chen Yanzhi’s face cream—a very light scent of roses. Chen Yanzhi truly loved rose-scented things; his body lotion was rose, and his face cream and hand cream were also the scent of roses.

He had clearly preferred lime before, but after differentiating into an Omega, Chen Yanzhi had suddenly fallen in love with roses.

Sometimes Fu Tingyue couldn’t help but wonder if Chen Yanzhi would like him even more if his pheromones were rose-scented.

But it was fine. Although he wasn’t rose-scented, he was the scent of rose wine, which Chen Yanzhi surely liked as well.

The moment their noses touched, Chen Yanzhi’s breathing became extremely hurried. His grip on Fu Tingyue’s hand tightened. If he moved just a fraction closer, he would touch Fu Tingyue’s lips.

The ambiguous atmosphere filled the air. The large study was soaked in the scents of lime and wine, making one feel intoxicated.

Fu Tingyue was taking too long. Chen Yanzhi couldn’t wait any longer; he reached out to hook his arms around Fu Tingyue’s neck to initiate the kiss when a knock suddenly came from the door. In the next moment, Secretary Jiang pushed the door open and entered.

Chen Yanzhi frantically hid in Fu Tingyue’s arms, closing his eyes to pretend he was asleep, acting as if none of it had happened.

In truth, the moment Jiang Tang pushed the door and smelled the thick scent of pheromones in the air, he wanted to leave. But once an arrow is shot, there is no turning back; he had no choice but to brace himself and bring the documents in.

Without looking, he knew Fu Tingyue’s expression must be terrible. Jiang Tang kept his head down as he placed the documents on the desk: “President Fu, these documents also require your signature.”

Fu Tingyue stared coldly at Jiang Tang. Although he didn’t release any oppressive pheromones, Jiang Tang still found it difficult to breathe.

It wasn’t until he was about to give in that Fu Tingyue finally spoke: “Get out.”

Jiang Tang felt as though he had been granted a divine pardon. He hurried to turn and leave, even considerately standing guard at the door for Fu Tingyue, fearing anyone else might disturb them.

Chen Yanzhi hid in Fu Tingyue’s arms for a long time. His ears were flushed red with embarrassment.

Fu Tingyue reached out and touched his ear: “Still want to kiss?”

Chen Yanzhi slapped his hand away and climbed out of his lap in a fit of shame and anger. He said indignantly: “Fu Tingyue, you try seducing me with pheromones again and see what happens. I am not kissing a ‘good friend’.”

He let out a huff and crossed his arms, his beautiful face full of dissatisfaction.

Chen Yanzhi was one hundred percent certain that Fu Tingyue had just used pheromones to seduce him. Otherwise, how could he possibly want to kiss Fu Tingyue while he was lucid? It was pure fantasy.

Having failed to seduce him and having missed the chance for a kiss, Fu Tingyue felt completely wronged. But seeing Chen Yanzhi’s bright red earlobes and neck, he could only take the blame: “Sorry, I won’t do it again.”

Hearing him apologize, Chen Yanzhi instantly lost his composure. He said with an awkward expression: “No need to apologize. I was just saying. It would be bad if someone saw us, wouldn’t it?”

They were almost caught by Jiang Tang just now. He didn’t know if Jiang Tang suspected anything, but he had pretended quite well, so he probably hadn’t noticed.

As Chen Yanzhi thought uneasily, he suddenly realized Fu Tingyue was staring at him with a smile on his face.

Chen Yanzhi touched his face self-consciously: “Is there something on my face?”

Fu Tingyue nodded solemnly: “Yes, it’s a bit pretty.”

Chen Yanzhi: “…”

Where did he learn such cheesy pick-up lines? They were so tacky.

Fu Tingyue seemed to realize it as well. He cleared his throat, stood up, and said to Chen Yanzhi: “Let’s go. I’ll take you out for something delicious.”

Upon hearing the word “food,” Chen Yanzhi’s eyes instantly lit up, and he forgot all about his disdain for Fu Tingyue: “Where to?”

He didn’t usually like eating much, but taking care of Fu Tingyue these past few days had truly starved him. Now, he would reflexively smile just hearing the words “something delicious.”

It couldn’t be helped; the nutritional fluids were truly terrible. Chen Yanzhi didn’t like them—in fact, he hated them.

Fu Tingyue helped Chen Yanzhi put on his coat and carefully buttoned it up for him: “Is that place we went to last time okay?”

Chen Yanzhi thought about the restaurant they visited last time but couldn’t remember it despite thinking for a long while. He simply waved his hand and said: “I forgot. You decide on the reservation; anywhere is fine with me.”

Fu Tingyue messaged Jiang Tang to make the arrangements, naturally taking Chen Yanzhi’s hand as they walked out.

Chen Yanzhi had now completely adapted to Fu Tingyue suddenly holding his hand or putting an arm around him. If Fu Tingyue suddenly stopped doing those things, he would actually feel unaccustomed to it.

Habit is truly a terrifying thing.

Once the after-effects of the heat are gone, I won’t let Fu Tingyue hold or hug me whenever he wants, he thought.

And I definitely won’t kiss him.

Chen Yanzhi still overestimated himself. During dinner, he drank a little wine—the sweet fruit kind. He didn’t know the alcohol content was high, and after two glasses, he was drunk. He hung onto Fu Tingyue and refused to come down, mumbling that he wanted to kiss him.

There were only the two of them in the private room. Fu Tingyue let him have his way and even lowered his voice to entice him: “Does Zhizhi want to kiss me?”

Chen Yanzhi opened his blurry eyes and looked at him for a while, nodding with a silly smile: “I want to.”

“Kiss me all you want.” Fu Tingyue lowered his head and blew a breath of hot air into Chen Yanzhi’s ear: “I’m your boyfriend.”

Chen Yanzhi looked blank: “Boyfriend?”

Fu Tingyue added: “In the future.”

The scenery before Chen Yanzhi’s eyes was swaying. He reached out to cup Fu Tingyue’s face to keep it still and asked with a serious expression: “Then, can I kiss you?”

Fu Tingyue caught his soft, white hand, his gaze as tender as water: “Did Zhizhi forget? We’ve already kissed many times.”

Chen Yanzhi’s gaze traveled down from Fu Tingyue’s deep-set eyes all the way to his lips, where it fixed: “Really?”

Fu Tingyue intentionally licked his lips and leaned closer to Chen Yanzhi: “Yes.”

If he weren’t drunk, Chen Yanzhi would have surely dodged. But his mind was muddled, and with Fu Tingyue releasing pheromones to seduce him, he didn’t dodge. Instead, he quickly gave Fu Tingyue a kiss on the lips, then pulled back and looked at Fu Tingyue with wide eyes.

Fu Tingyue said in a gentle voice: “Does it feel familiar?”

Chen Yanzhi nodded, his answer somewhat straying from the question: “It feels good to kiss.”

Fu Tingyue hooked his arm around Chen Yanzhi’s waist and pulled him upward, bringing them even closer until they were breathing in each other’s pheromones. He asked in a raspy voice: “Do you want to kiss more?”

 

Chen Yanzhi nodded honestly: “Yes.”

 

Fu Tingyue used a tone one would use to coax a child: “So well-behaved. Should I give you a reward?”

 

Chen Yanzhi was completely drunk, and his reactions were a beat slow: “Reward?”

 

Fu Tingyue’s voice was low and husky, carrying a seductive sexiness: “Mm. Do you want a kiss as a reward?”

 

Chen Yanzhi couldn’t handle this kind of seduction even when awake, let alone while drunk.

 

He blinked his moist eyes and nodded with a dazed, adorable expression: “I want it.”

 

Fu Tingyue’s heart raced, and his breathing grew shallow. He cupped Chen Yanzhi’s face, his thumb lightly stroking his earlobe. Under Chen Yanzhi’s expectant gaze, he gently kissed those soft lips, but it was merely a light graze.

 

As soon as he pulled back, Chen Yanzhi said: “Not enough.”

 

Fu Tingyue intentionally played dumb: “What isn’t enough?”

 

Chen Yanzhi tapped Fu Tingyue’s lips with his fingertip and frowned: “Kisses. Not enough.”

 

Ever since Chen Yanzhi said he would consider things seriously, Fu Tingyue had been unable to stay calm. He wanted to touch him and become more intimate, but he worried about scaring Chen Yanzhi and had to endure it.

 

But now, a drunk Chen Yanzhi was innocently asking for a kiss. The high walls Fu Tingyue had painstakingly built collapsed instantly, leaving nothing but ruins.

 

He never had any resistance against Chen Yanzhi. Just seeing him stand there was enough to make his heart race, let alone hearing him say such things in that soft, airy voice.

 

Fu Tingyue’s grip on Chen Yanzhi’s waist tightened instinctively, causing Chen Yanzhi to frown: “It hurts.”

 

Fu Tingyue immediately let go and apologetically rubbed his waist. He took a deep breath, his eyes filled with a smiling warmth as he looked at Chen Yanzhi: “Sorry, I got too excited. If Zhizhi feels the kisses aren’t enough, take them yourself. You can have as many as you want.”

 

He would give Chen Yanzhi anything he wanted, as long as it wasn’t finding another man.

 

Enticed by Fu Tingyue, Chen Yanzhi completely forgot about being “just friends.” Since Fu Tingyue said he could kiss him as much as he wanted, he leaned in and did exactly that.

 

Still feeling it wasn’t enough, he followed up with several more kisses, but it was always just lips pressing against lips. It felt like something was missing.

 

Fu Tingyue couldn’t take the teasing anymore. He pressed the back of Chen Yanzhi’s head to seal their lips together, using his tongue to trace the beautiful shape of his mouth. Still unsatisfied, he pried open Chen Yanzhi’s tightly closed teeth, breathing heavily: “Zhizhi, open up.”

 

Chen Yanzhi let out a dazed “mmph” and obediently relaxed his jaw.

 

When Fu Tingyue’s tongue-tip licked inside, he was visibly stunned. Once he realized what was happening, he proactively licked back. Just as he tried to retreat, Fu Tingyue held the back of his head firmly, urgently tangling their tongues to prevent his escape.

 

Chen Yanzhi had originally intended to push him away with his tongue, but Fu Tingyue ended up sucking and exploring every inch of his mouth. His already muddled brain descended into further chaos. The intense scent of rose wine relentlessly invaded his mind, leaving nothing but the sound of their ragged breathing and the wet, ambiguous noises of their entanglement.

 

Chen Yanzhi felt like his brain was broken—ruined by Fu Tingyue’s flexible, wet tongue.

 

How was he so good at kissing? It wasn’t fair!

 

Unwilling to lose, Chen Yanzhi fiercely hooked his arms around Fu Tingyue’s neck to push his tongue out, roughly forcing his own tongue into Fu Tingyue’s mouth instead.

 

An even more intense wave of rose wine scent hit him. Chen Yanzhi let out a muffled groan, his whole body turning soft as he uncontrollably slid downward.

 

Fu Tingyue caught him by the bottom and lifted him up, his large hand bracing his waist to keep him from falling.

 

Chen Yanzhi kissed to his heart’s content, relentlessly extracting pheromones from Fu Tingyue’s mouth until he nearly fainted from lack of oxygen.

 

Fortunately, Fu Tingyue noticed in time and pushed him back slightly, cupping his face and telling him to take deep breaths.

 

After a few cycles, Chen Yanzhi finally stopped feeling dizzy. He wanted to kiss again, but Fu Tingyue stopped him.

 

Chen Yanzhi pouted his swollen lips, his tone full of dissatisfaction: “Didn’t you say I could kiss you as much as I wanted?”

 

Fu Tingyue gently kissed the corner of his mouth and said hoarsely: “Your lips are swollen. We’ll kiss more when we get home.”

 

“Swollen?” Chen Yanzhi pouted and tried to see, but he couldn’t see anything. He had to ask Fu Tingyue: “Is it ugly?”

 

He tilted his head, his expression still dazed, eyes wide, and lips red and swollen. Fu Tingyue couldn’t think of what he looked like; he just thought he was adorable.

 

He kissed Chen Yanzhi’s lips and said softly: “No, it’s still very beautiful.”

 

Chen Yanzhi suddenly felt a bit shy. He buried his face in the crook of Fu Tingyue’s neck and mumbled: “Dizzy.”

 

Fu Tingyue took Chen Yanzhi’s coat and helped him into it, then draped his own coat over him before picking him up: “I’m taking you home now.”

 

Chen Yanzhi hummed, closed his eyes, and prepared to sleep for a bit. He really was dizzy.

 

Luckily, Fu Tingyue’s stride was steady; otherwise, he likely would have felt even more nauseous from the swaying.

 

The early winter temperature was already very low, but huddled in Fu Tingyue’s arms, Chen Yanzhi didn’t feel the wind at all. He slept soundly all the way home and didn’t even wake up when they arrived. Fu Tingyue carried him straight to the bath. Chen Yanzhi threw a small tantrum for having his dreams interrupted, but Fu Tingyue quickly coaxed him back to a calm state.

 

However, he still hadn’t sobered up; he was too dizzy to walk properly.

 

Fu Tingyue helped him bathe, applied body lotion and face cream, and even carefully blow-dried his hair before tucking him into bed.

 

With winter’s arrival, Chen Yanzhi’s laziness reached new heights. His inability to wake up in the morning was the most severe issue.

 

Especially since he had stayed up late the previous few days to finish assignments, his disrupted schedule made early rising even harder.

 

Every morning, Fu Tingyue had to start calling him thirty minutes early. When that failed, he had no choice but to carry Chen Yanzhi directly to the washroom. Even while washing up, Chen Yanzhi would lean against him and fall back asleep; he was simply exhausted.

 

At that moment, Chen Yanzhi sat on the sofa in the walk-in closet, his head resting against Fu Tingyue’s abdomen. He cursed with his eyes closed: “Why can’t I escape 8:00 AM classes even after coming here? I hate 8:00 AM classes. I hate the person who invented them.”

 

Fu Tingyue held his face to help him pull on a sweatshirt, then tucked his arms into the sleeves before saying: “Hands up.”

 

Chen Yanzhi obediently reached up. Once the sweatshirt was on, Fu Tingyue helped him with his coat, coaxing him like a child: “Lift your arms.”

 

Chen Yanzhi obeyed again. Once the coat was on, Fu Tingyue tidied his collar and hood, then wrapped a scarf around him. Feeling it was still a bit cold, he selected a beret and placed it on Chen Yanzhi’s head.

 

After the clothes and pants were done, Fu Tingyue knelt on one knee on the floor to put on Chen Yanzhi’s socks and shoes.

 

Chen Yanzhi acted like a pampered lord throughout the process. Since differentiating into an Omega, his physical constitution had weakened, and he had become more delicate. Fortunately, Fu Tingyue was a very meticulous person who took excellent care of every aspect of Chen Yanzhi’s life, so he hadn’t even caught a minor cold.

 

After dropping Chen Yanzhi off at school, Fu Tingyue headed to the office.

 

Since the last rut, Fu Tingyue no longer avoided Chen Yanzhi. He picked him up and dropped him off punctually every day, leading many people at school to speculate about their relationship.

 

Chen Yanzhi had expected Fu Baiyu to come looking for trouble, but he suddenly learned that after the previous incident, Fu Baiyu had been sent abroad by the family. It was obviously the Old Master’s doing.

 

After all, Fu Baiyu’s parents doted on their younger son and would never have been willing to send him away.

 

Chen Yanzhi’s impression of Old Master Fu instantly improved. He thought about visiting the old man with Fu Tingyue when they had the chance, though he absolutely refused to spend the night in that gloomy house. Never.

 

As Chen Yanzhi was thinking, he heard Lin Xiubai’s voice: “Yanzhi!”

 

Chen Yanzhi quickly looked over and called out happily: “Xiaobai.”

 

Lin Xiubai naturally linked arms with Chen Yanzhi. After checking to make sure no one was around, he whispered: “Yanzhi, how far have things gone between you and President Fu? Still in the ‘ambiguous’ stage?”

 

Chen Yanzhi nodded: “It’s the ambiguous stage. I don’t know how to take the next step.”

 

He felt that he did like Fu Tingyue, but he couldn’t figure out why or what specific parts he liked. Furthermore, he didn’t know how to move forward, so he was stuck.

 

In truth, he was the type of person who needed to be pushed to move forward. In middle and high school, Fu Tingyue had to force him to do his homework; failing that, it was a tutor. His love life was much the same.

 

Because Fu Tingyue said he would give him enough time to think clearly, he didn’t pressure him at all. Since Chen Yanzhi couldn’t figure it out, he wanted to escape the situation.

 

Lin Xiubai did some mental searching and said in a professional-sounding tone: “The time just hasn’t come yet. During such a critical period, you just have to let nature take its course. Maybe some small event will happen and you’ll suddenly realize your mutual feelings. Don’t force it too hard, or you’ll be under too much pressure.”

 

Chen Yanzhi suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment. He turned to Lin Xiubai with curiosity: “You’ve never even been in a relationship, how do you know so much?”

 

Lin Xiubai said with a hint of pride: “It’s called ‘armchair strategizing.’ Everyone is pretty good at it.”

 

Chen Yanzhi couldn’t agree more. When Lin Xiubai had suddenly confessed to him before, he had also come up with all sorts of grand theories, but now that it was his turn, he knew nothing. He was hesitant and didn’t know what to do.

 

School life was quite dull, but Chen Yanzhi liked his major, so it wasn’t too painful—except for those exhausting 8:00 AM classes.

 

If it weren’t for Fu Tingyue waking him up, Chen Yanzhi would likely be late thirty days a month.

 

It was truly good to have Fu Tingyue around.

 

Just as Chen Yanzhi was thinking this, Old Master Fu suddenly messaged him to say that Fu Tingyue’s birthday was in two days and they should return to the old residence together.

 

Chen Yanzhi had proactively added the Old Master on WeChat after learning that Fu Baiyu had been sent away. As soon as they connected, the Old Master started sending him money daily until he hit the app’s transfer limit.

 

Chen Yanzhi was a bit stunned by the news. Fu Tingyue’s birthday was clearly next month, on the first day of the Lunar New Year. Why was the birthday different here, a whole month early?

 

Chen Yanzhi’s own birthday was exactly the same as in his original world, and it had passed not long ago. Fu Tingyue had given him many gifts and even held a massive party at home, inviting many of the new friends Chen Yanzhi had made at school.

 

It was because of that event that the rumor of Chen Yanzhi being Fu Tingyue’s boyfriend spread and became a firmly held belief among everyone.

 

Chen Yanzhi replied to the Old Master saying he understood and would return with Fu Tingyue. He then turned around and messaged Fu Tingyue: [Is your birthday here on the first day of the twelfth lunar month?]

 

Fu Tingyue replied quickly: [Yes. I forgot too; I only remembered when Grandpa messaged me.]

 

Chen Yanzhi thought for a moment and made a decision. His slender fingers tapped the screen quickly: [Grandpa wants me to go back to the old residence with you. Can we go and come back on the same day? I don’t want to sleep there.]

 

Fu Tingyue replied: [Okay, we’ll go and come back the same day. Do you still want to go to the manor?]

 

Chen Yanzhi replied immediately: [Yes, let’s go to the manor.]

 

He liked that manor. If it weren’t so far from school and the city center, he would even want to move there; it was much more comfortable than the small villa.