My Weak Lover Became A Weird Boss - Chapter 10

Chapter 10: “If you want a divorce, just tell me”

“Look at me, lacking any sense of the room,” Xie Ci said, pulling himself together after the manager’s “humiliation.” He forced a resilient, gentle smile. “Let me pour some wine for you masters.”

Seeing Xie Ci get up to fetch the alcohol, the group of big men, who had been stiffly maintaining their acting roles, finally relaxed a fraction.

One of them whispered with a strange, suspicious expression, “This Xie Ci doesn’t look like those supernatural ‘abominations’ in the photos at all. He’s actually quite good-looking.”

“You just haven’t seen enough. You’ll learn eventually,” a teammate transferred from the Beidou Bureau patted his shoulder. “They come in all shapes and sizes.”

“Exactly, don’t get distracted by a pretty face.” Having been forced to down drinks since the start, most of the men were thoroughly hammered, with only a thin thread of consciousness remaining. Someone, catching a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, slurred, “No matter how good-looking he is, can he be better-looking than that person at the door…”

As the initial wave of alcohol subsided slightly, the man suddenly bolted upright from his sprawled position.

Feeling something was off, he lowered his voice in wary warning: “Brothers, there’s someone at the door who’s been pee—no, openly staring at us!”

Upon hearing this, Pei Qingshan finally lowered the hand he was using to rub his temples and looked over with a frown.

“How long has he been there? How did no one notice? Third, pretend you’re going to the bathroom and go check who that is,” Liao Xin said, scanning the strange silhouette outside with a serious gaze. He turned back and gasped in shock, “Holy crap, Boss, why are you kneeling?”

“…”

Under the watchful eyes of the group, Pei Qingshan braced himself against the sofa and stood back up.

“I’m lightheaded from the drinks.”

“Being lightheaded to that degree is certainly rare,” Liao Xin remarked tactfully.

Pei Qingshan thought to himself: You’re telling me. To be drunk enough to start seeing hallucinations…

In the brief moment he was dazed, Xie Ci had already walked up to him with a wine glass, completely blocking his line of sight.

“What are you looking at, Master?” Xie Ci rested a hand on Pei Qingshan’s shoulder, preventing him from looking past, and leaned down to meet his eyes. His voice was soft and supple. “Is it not better to look at me?”

He leaned in extremely close, as if he were about to press against him.

His eyes, clear as spring water, were full of tender affection. They were pure, round eyes, yet they held a hint of seductive charm.

Unfortunately, he had run into a man who was utterly immune to such charms.

That single glimpse of what he thought was a hallucination had left Pei Qingshan distracted. He said impatiently, “Get lost.”

To hell with this.

He might as well just haul the guy back and interrogate him for two days and nights; everything would come out then. Why was he even playing along with this drama?

He moved to dodge the advance, intending to reach out and handcuff the man.

Suddenly, the gilded doors were slammed open by a massive force, hitting the wall and bouncing back halfway.

The noise jolted everyone awake. They sat up alertly, their hands instinctively moving toward the weapon holsters at their waists.

Standing at the door was Wen Zhu, who had been watching for a while. He walked in expressionlessly.

Hearing the commotion, Xie Ci turned around unhappily, his eyes wide with indignation: “Who are you? Who let you in?”

How dare someone interrupt his good work!

Wen Zhu didn’t say a word after entering. He leaned against the wall, quietly staring at Pei Qingshan.

“Why are you here?”

Pei Qingshan was stunned. He immediately realized the current situation looked… incredibly bad.

“I…”

“Didn’t you call me to come pick you up?” Wen Zhu’s face was unreadable, his tone flat.

Pei Qingshan knew: He was angry.

Terror was instantly visible on the Major’s facial muscles. However, in a place no one could see, a thread of dark satisfaction, unraveled from his very soul, wound itself around his heart.

Is he jealous?

He definitely is!

The others silently retracted their hands and sat back up straight.

Heaven knows they were pinching the guy next to them so hard his thigh was turning purple just to keep their faces neutral—the situation was clear as day!

Their brilliant, formidable, and infamously fierce Major Pei was being “caught in the act” by his spouse.

“Right.”

After a long silence, Pei Qingshan gave Liao Xin a look and then followed Wen Zhu’s lead.

“I’ve been drinking. Can’t drive.”

He pushed himself up and walked toward Wen Zhu without hesitation. “Let’s go. We’re going home.”

Xie Ci watched with gritted teeth as the man who had suddenly appeared took his prey away—and the man hadn’t given him a single glance the entire time!

What an absolute humiliation!

“Master, won’t you stay a little longer?” He reached out gently, trying to snag a corner of Pei Qingshan’s sleeve. His movements were slightly awkward—an awkwardness that perfectly complemented his tragic backstory of falling into the “dusty world,” creating a pitiable image.

Pei Qingshan took one look at Wen Zhu’s face, which looked like a gathering storm, and nimbly jerked his sleeve away.

What kind of grudge do you have against me? Why are you trying to kill me like this?

“Would this gentleman like to stay as well?” Xie Ci looked timidly at Wen Zhu, following Pei Qingshan’s gaze.

The timidity on his face was a practiced performance, but when his eyes met those black pupils, Xie Ci’s heart inexplicably skipped a beat. It felt as though he were being surrounded by a lightless, deep sea.

Xie Ci seemed to lose the ability to speak, drowning blankly in that sudden, dark abyss.

The next moment, the owner of those eyes smiled gently: “Perhaps another time.”

Xie Ci snapped out of it like waking from a dream.

“Pei… Brother is just leaving like that?” the others whispered among themselves.

Liao Xin mulled it over and clicked his tongue. “He already knelt. Could he not leave?”

Outside the “Mellow Melody” club, the night crowd came in waves—groups of men in suits, groups boasting with beautiful women—it was a picture of debauchery.

Though Wen Zhu appeared slender, he was tall and walked with a brisk, decisive pace. Even Pei Qingshan had to hustle to keep up.

Without looking back, Wen Zhu got into the car and started the engine. The entire process was seamless, showing no concern for the fact that Pei Qingshan had barely managed to plant his backside in the passenger seat.

The cool night wind whistled past the window. As the car sped past roadside stalls, the heavy scents of oil, fire, and smoke from late-night snacks rushed in together.

Pei Qingshan stared at the reflection of Wen Zhu’s jawline in the half-open window. The smell of the street food made his throat itch. He let out a dry cough, just about to explain.

Suddenly, a phone call broke in, as if it had been waiting for him.

It was hard to tell who was on the other end, but after a lot of chatter, Wen Zhu finally spoke.

“Mhm, consider it a favor I owe you… Yes, I have something to attend to so I’m heading back. Help me take my bag back to the university.”

Pei Qingshan was about to ask who he had been eating with at “Mellow Melody” when he heard the Professor’s calm voice continue.

“Just now? I went to catch a cheater.”

Pei Qingshan didn’t dare ask anymore.

After a long while, seeing that Wen Zhu’s face remained as immovable as a mountain, he tried again. “I really was working overtime today. That guy…”

“A mission?”

Pei Qingshan blinked. “Yes.”

“Okay.”

Outside, the street vendors were shouting. Nighttime in Linjing was excessively lively, showing no sign of any underlying crisis.

Since Wen Zhu had accepted the explanation so easily, Pei Qingshan felt an inexplicable, subtle sense of dissatisfaction. He coughed twice tentatively. “What, are you jealous?”

Wen Zhu kept his eyes on the road. The wind blew through his hair. Against the backdrop of the neon lights, he was quiet and silent.

The moment the light turned green, the engine roared, accompanied by a light, airy response: “No. The agreement we signed the year we got married is still in effect.”

Hearing him bring it up now, Pei Qingshan remembered some messy pre-nuptial agreement they had signed. He knew which clause Wen Zhu was referring to: If either party finds their true love after marriage, they shall divorce peacefully.

“I don’t want a divorce!” Pei Qingshan forced the words out through gritted teeth.

“Fine,” Wen Zhu accepted. He turned the steering wheel and pulled into a spot in the underground garage. “If you want one, just tell me.”

“…”

Pei Qingshan felt a surge of anger that shocked even himself, burning from his chest to his limbs. He didn’t understand why he was so mad. Li Weiguang would search with a lantern to find such a sensible wife, but Pei Qingshan just felt a stifling frustration stuck in his chest.

“I’m going to go buy something to eat,” Pei Qingshan said, leaning against the door as he looked at Wen Zhu. “Do you want anything?”

“No.” Wen Zhu was looking at his phone, not even raising his head. “I’ll head up first.”

From a distance, the screen showed a chat interface where the other person was sending long, rambling walls of text.

Pei Qingshan felt even more unsettled.

“Why do you want Xie Ci’s file?”

“Is your spouse’s cheating partner really him?”

“You can actually tolerate this?”

Wen Zhu coldly scanned the employee files sent by Zhou Sui—a hidden “rich second generation” whose family invested in hotels.

A long while later, Zhou Sui finally received a reply from the “use-them-and-discard-them” Professor Wen.

“I’m not human.”

As a humanoid monster, he believed that only the relationship of “hunter and hunted” existed between him and humans.

He didn’t care if Pei Qingshan went out for a bit of novelty.

He didn’t care if Pei Qingshan got involved with some young boy.

“He really doesn’t care at all?” Li Weiguang had been dragged out of bed in the middle of the night by his former subordinate/current temporary boss. He was crouching at the bottom of his apartment building for a “heart-to-heart,” and he looked miserable. “Is it just that you’re such a damn straight man that you can’t tell when someone’s angry?”

“I’m not straight,” Pei Qingshan retorted, a cigarette in his mouth as he crouched beside Li Weiguang. Even the stray dogs passing by turned to look at them. “You’ve seen Wen Zhu. He has the kind of face where only I can occasionally spot an emotion.”

Li Weiguang saw a head pop out of a window upstairs and immediately stubbed out his cigarette. He sighed. “True. That little professor looks like the reserved, internal type.”

“I suggest you go back and coax him properly.”

“I explained, but he just keeps looking at me with an ‘anytime you want a divorce’ expression,” the Major said, never imagining he’d be so frustrated over his love life. “Besides, I didn’t actually do anything wrong. It really was a mission.”

“Then go back and play the ‘misery card,’ act a bit spoiled! You’re a man—don’t be embarrassed!” Li Weiguang offered, sounding surprisingly confident.

He received a look from Pei Qingshan that moved from disbelief to sheer contempt: “Are you insane? Haven’t woken up yet?”

Useless.

“…” Li Weiguang gave a cold laugh.

“Didn’t I tell you a long time ago? Concealment and disguise are the catalysts for separation between people who matter,” Li Weiguang said, standing up and stamping his feet as the temperature dropped. “This old brother’s advice ends here. I’m going back upstairs to be with my wife.”

Pei Qingshan, who felt like he had a home but couldn’t quite return to it, remained as steady as a rock, smoking his cigarette and letting out a long sigh.

The moon hung full in the sky. A damp, chilly air began to envelop him. Only when he was chilled to the bone did he slowly, step by step, begin to walk home.