It’s So Exhausting Having Top-tier Alpha Twins As Exes - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: He Put on His Pants and Left

Xiang Shuyu froze, and before he could react, Duan Yue had already leaned down, his chest pressed tightly against his own, gripping his hand.

In an instant, gossiping jeers erupted throughout the private booth.

Only then did Xiang Shuyu realize how ambiguous this posture was. Panic instantly flooded his mind, and the previous lingering romantic thoughts vanished completely, replaced only by fear and unease.

He couldn’t help but struggle, unexpectedly pushing Duan Yue away with a single shove.

In that moment, his head was buzzing; he couldn’t think, and he couldn’t hear any other sounds.

He and Duan Yue locked eyes for a moment. Duan Yue’s gaze held a cold, scrutinizing look.

Xiang Shuyu was still somewhat drunk. Feeling that Duan Yue’s behavior was an affront to him, he took two steps back until his back hit the door.

The moment Duan Yue lifted his foot to move, Xiang Shuyu’s scalp tightened. The mixed Alpha pheromones in the room made him extremely uncomfortable; he only wanted to escape.

Xiang Shuyu turned and grabbed the door handle. Before he could twist it, Duan Yue pressed against him again, pinning his hand down, and then smoothly opened the door.

A gust of cool night air rushed in, clearing Xiang Shuyu’s head slightly.

Duan Yue had already closed the door behind them. With one arm around Xiang Shuyu’s shoulder, he led him toward the balcony.

As they walked, he asked, “Did I scare you?”

“I…” Xiang Shuyu’s heart was still racing.

He couldn’t speak. His mind was filled with identical “bullet comments” scrolling past, each saying: Xiang Shuyu, you messed up.

If Jiang Xiayue found out what he had done—if she knew he had pushed Duan Yue away—she would surely criticize him again.

Xiang Shuyu couldn’t explain why, despite being an adult for so long, he was still living under his mother’s control. His mind was a mess, and he suddenly felt a surge of grievance, yet he didn’t cry; he simply bit his lower lip.

Standing on the balcony with Duan Yue, the apology he wanted to say wouldn’t come out. Then again, he felt he hadn’t done anything wrong—why should he apologize to Duan Yue?

He and Duan Yue barely had any relationship to begin with.

Xiang Shuyu said nothing. He only heard Duan Yue mutter irritably, “Damn it.”

The next second, Duan Yue took off his suit jacket and draped it over Xiang Shuyu’s shoulders.

He looked impatient. Xiang Shuyu hadn’t expected such a gesture and was dazed for a moment.

In that brief lapse, Duan Yue lit a cigarette. The smell of smoke blurred the scent of his pheromones. Because Xiang Shuyu had an impaired sense of smell, he could no longer clearly identify them.

This made him feel a sense of trepidation.

Duan Yue exhaled a puff of smoke. Moonlight fell upon the Omega’s hair, which looked very soft.

That beautiful face wore a flush from the alcohol, and his eyelashes were thick and long.

Duan Yue suddenly felt an itch on his lips. He rarely got distracted, but for a single second, his mind drifted. When he snapped back to reality, he was leaning over slightly, in a posture that looked like he was about to kiss him at any second.

Xiang Shuyu was likely frightened; his watery eyes widened as he looked at him tensely, his back already pressed against the railing with nowhere to run.

Duan Yue’s chest heaved violently. He couldn’t help but ask, “Do you like me, Xiang Shuyu?”

The hand holding the cigarette reached up, and he brushed his thumb—not too lightly, not too heavily—over Xiang Shuyu’s reddened lower lip. He followed up, “Do you want to be with me?”

Xiang Shuyu’s head buzzed as if he didn’t understand what Duan Yue was saying.

Soon, he understood.

Duan Yue was actually…

Actually asking if he wanted to be with him?

Xiang Shuyu was heavily intoxicated. He couldn’t fathom what kind of answer Duan Yue wanted. His lips moved for a long time before he finally managed, “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know if you want to be with me, or you don’t know what you should say?” Duan Yue asked, hitting the nail on the head. “Xiang Shuyu, tell the truth. If you say you want to be with me, then I—”

His words suddenly cut off. He snapped out of it.

Why was he asking this? It made it sound like he actually cared.

Never before had he been so expectant to hear the word “like” from an Omega’s mouth.

How rare.

Duan Yue’s hesitation lasted only a moment, but that hesitation served as a signal to Xiang Shuyu. It reminded him that the Alpha before him wasn’t sincere.

Asking if he liked him was probably just a casual remark, something to be heard as a joke and passed over, not a genuine inquiry into his feelings.

The night wind carried a chill. As it blew, the suit jacket on his shoulders—which originally belonged to Duan Yue—seemed to start diffusing Alpha pheromones.

The drunkenness surged in Xiang Shuyu again. Ever since Jiang Xiayue had begged Ji Yeran to bring him to the banquet, he had wanted to refuse.

But Xiang Shuyu was used to being obedient since childhood. Refusing someone was so difficult for him; he didn’t know how to say it, couldn’t say it, and didn’t dare say it.

He somewhat regretted coming here. Duan Yue had indeed treated him well, but he felt it was unfair.

He felt like a plaything being toyed with.

Xiang Shuyu’s breathing quickened. Using his “liquid courage,” he stiffened his resolve and suddenly asked, “Then what would you do?”

He didn’t know what he looked like right now—flushed face, eyes full of moisture, looking like a meticulously crafted crystal dessert under the moonlight.

Even his voice carried a hint of a sob.

Duan Yue lost himself for a moment. He heard Xiang Shuyu say: “Are you also going to treat me like a fool on purpose just like Ji Yeran? Do you think I’m easy to bully, so you’ll watch the joke with them? Now you ask if I like you, if I want to be with you… if I told the truth, would you record my words and play them for others?”

Duan Yue snapped back to reality and frowned. “What do you mean? Who bullied you like that?”

Xiang Shuyu suddenly fell silent.

He hadn’t expected Duan Yue to pivot to that question. The long-suppressed grievances were suddenly unleashed upon this man with whom he had only had a brief interaction today.

Xiang Shuyu’s nose tingled. He bit his lower lip but couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

Duan Yue’s Adam’s apple bobbed.

His tolerance for alcohol had always been high, and he hadn’t drunk much tonight, yet at this moment, he felt a bit drunk too.

Dizziness felt like expanding air molecules pressing against his brain, blurring his will.

Possessed, he leaned down and kissed away the tears on Xiang Shuyu’s cheek.

The moment his lips touched that delicate, soft skin, he suddenly developed a taste for it. He subconsciously released his pheromones, wrapping Xiang Shuyu in layers of restraint.

Xiang Shuyu didn’t realize what was happening. He only saw a flash of white light before his eyes, and after that, his legs went weak. He slumped forward and was caught by Duan Yue, who held him tightly by the waist.

Alpha pheromones invaded from every sensory point on his skin, stirring up long-dormant lust.

Xiang Shuyu felt as if he were submerged in water; he felt itchy and feverish, and soon he was covered in sweat.

Duan Yue struggled to maintain clarity. He hauled the person up from the ground and hurriedly brought him into a room on the top floor, slamming the door shut.

The air was restless. The Omega on the bed seemed to be experiencing this for the first time; he lay there dazed and lost, his eyes shimmering with fragmented light as he looked at Duan Yue through a haze.

Duan Yue stood at the door for a while. He knew he had caused trouble. In a moment of passion, he had nearly triggered the other’s heat.

Truth be told, he hadn’t planned on having a relationship with an Omega yet. He was afraid of taking things too far; if a child resulted from it, it would be a disaster, as he had no intention of getting married.

Duan Yue tugged at his tie, hoping it would ease the heat, but it was futile. He saw Xiang Shuyu start to look restless again, as if ants were crawling over his heart.

Even more beautiful, Duan Yue thought.

“Damn it,” he uttered his second curse of the day.

“Don’t move,” Duan Yue turned to leave. “I’ll go find a doctor to give you a suppressor.”

“I don’t want a suppressor,” Xiang Shuyu sobbed softly. “I want to be with you.”

Fine, Xiang Shuyu thought dizzily.

Actually, it was Jiang Xiayue who wanted them to be together.

Jiang Xiayue was far too presumptuous, and Xiang Shuyu hadn’t expected that he would actually get to this point with Duan Yue.

He didn’t actually have many romantic feelings for Duan Yue. He had been helped once, so he felt a bit of a flutter, but he truly had no intention of being with anyone.

It felt as though he no longer had a life of his own; he had always been living for Jiang Xiayue and her dream of joining the elite.

He wanted all of this to end as quickly as possible.

Xiang Shuyu’s voice was hoarse and aggrieved. He had no strength to move; he only thought of trying one last time.

If Duan Yue could agree…

“You want me to be your boyfriend?”

Duan Yue was standing too far away. Xiang Shuyu couldn’t see his expression or clearly hear his tone.

In a daze, he nodded and gave a muffled “Mm.”

Then, he saw Duan Yue walk over. The room was unlit, save for the moonlight scattered across the bed. Xiang Shuyu’s skin was as white as if woven from moonbeams.

Duan Yue seemed to have endured for a long time. When he spoke, his voice was also a bit hoarse and low, drilling into Xiang Shuyu’s ear and making his whole body feel tingly.

He whispered, “Let me hear you call me ‘Hubby’.”

In an instant, Xiang Shuyu felt like a boiling kettle. A pink flush spread from beneath his collar, up his neck, and straight to the top of his head.

His lips moved, thinking: How could such words come out of his mouth?

But Duan Yue maintained his posture, hands braced beside him, trapping him between his arms, looking as though he wouldn’t let him go unless he said it.

Xiang Shuyu’s long eyelashes trembled incessantly. After a long while, he turned his head slightly and, as if gathering all his courage, reached out and hugged Duan Yue’s neck.

He whispered, “Hubby…”

The morning sun peeked through the gaps in the curtains, falling on Xiang Shuyu’s face.

He woke from a dream. The moment he opened his eyes, the dream faded; he couldn’t remember what it was about.

Xiang Shuyu sat up in bed, feeling lost. His body hurt—some pains were superficial, while others felt as though they reached his bones. He felt uncomfortable all over.

He sat on the bed with his head bowed for a while. His memories of the alcohol-induced blackout slowly returned, reminding him of the reckless things he had done last night.

In his drunken state, he had done those things with Duan Yue.

Just like that. They had only just met.

Panic filled Xiang Shuyu’s heart. Seeing no one around, he vaguely realized he had been abandoned.

Of course. For a playboy like Duan Yue, how many words spoken while drunk could be true?

Xiang Shuyu just felt aggrieved. His body was covered in marks left by the Alpha—bruises and hickeys—but fortunately, he hadn’t been marked permanently.

Yet Xiang Shuyu still felt miserable. He felt that Jiang Xiayue had pushed him to a point where he was no longer human; for the sake of a sliver of hope, he had even sold his own body.

Xiang Shuyu got out of bed. Duan Yue’s dress shirt was still on him. The Alpha’s pheromones lingered on the clothes, making Xiang Shuyu’s legs feel weak again.

Stumbling into the bathroom, he saw the mottled hickeys on his neck. The string of his composure snapped. He washed his face at the mirror, crying as he did so.

He hated Jiang Xiayue intensely. For the sake of a little reputation, she could force her own son to do such things.

And he hated Duan Yue for playing with him. If he wasn’t sincere, why did he have to do it?

Xiang Shuyu sobbed. He didn’t know where he should go now. The banquet had ended long ago, yet he was still here, out of place and humiliated.

He wretchedly tidied his hair and tried to reduce the swelling in his eyes from crying. Then, he gathered his clothes and hurriedly left the room.

The other wealthy heirs were long gone from the manor; he was the only one left.

Xiang Shuyu didn’t even have time to think about being ignored or isolated. As he stepped out of the manor gate, he remembered he still had his phone.

Ji Yeran had called him several times.

It seemed there were calls last night too. Duan Yue had found them annoying, took the phone, and answered.

Ji Yeran had shouted his name on the other end, but Xiang Shuyu hadn’t heard him—he had been crying the whole time, and Duan Yue hadn’t offered an explanation.

So the call lasted only two seconds before Ji Yeran hung up.

Xiang Shuyu’s fingers were trembling. It took a long time before he could press the call button.

How was he supposed to tell Ji Yeran? Say that Duan Yue had slept with him, dumped him, and now he couldn’t get home?

Ji Yeran would mock him. And Jiang Xiayue would likely find out.

Xiang Shuyu wasn’t afraid of being laughed at; he just didn’t want to be criticized by Jiang Xiayue.

He hesitated a bit longer. Dark clouds were gathering on the horizon; it would likely rain soon.

Driven by desperation, Xiang Shuyu finally dialed Ji Yeran’s number.

Ji Yeran answered almost instantly, shouting right away, “So you finally know to call me!”

“I…” Xiang Shuyu wanted to cry again but forced himself to hold it back, whispering, “I’m still at the manor.”

“What do you mean? Where’s Duan Yue? Did he just put on his pants and leave?”

Xiang Shuyu wanted to say yes, but before he could speak, someone else spoke first: “Who said I left?”