Over The Top! He Keeps Making the Gold-Digging Alpha Cry - Chapter 96

Jì Róng Yǔ  was surrounded by people, and Xǔ Wǎn Xīng  was in a distant corner of the natatorium. Yet, in Jì Róng Yǔ’s eyes, he could only see Xǔ Wǎn Xīng in the entire natatorium.

He selectively ignored all the other background characters.

Just as he was in a daze, a familiar voice boomed near his ear.

“Jì Róng Yǔ, do you want to have a race later? See who can swim faster.”

Péi Yù’s  voice carried a challenge. He had already changed into his swim trunks, and his sculpted physique attracted a large number of glances just by standing there.

He wasn’t the high-and-mighty type like Jì Róng Yǔ. While Jì Róng Yǔ’s features were finely carved, Péi Yù was the rugged kind. His tanned complexion made him stand out.

Coupled with his “wolfdog” face—his brows and eyes were sharp and set close together, giving him an aggressive, highly masculine aura.

If someone were to say he was promiscuous and had over a dozen exes, people would believe it.

Yet, no one knew that despite this face that invited admirers, Péi Yù was still a solitary virgin.

He looked like someone who had a partner.

Who would believe he didn’t?

Jì Róng Yǔ was slightly surprised. This was the first time Péi Yù had actively spoken to him since they had dinner together.

“What a coincidence, Péi Yù. Let’s race. I’m quite good at swimming.” Jì Róng Yǔ’s cold expression softened slightly.

Péi Yù sneered, running his hand through his hair a few times. “Not a coincidence. I specifically found out you chose swimming and then enrolled in the class just to race you.”

Jì Róng Yǔ’s face instantly turned cold. He frowned, looking at his former good friend. “You want to race me that badly? That’s not like you.”

Péi Yù raised an eyebrow and didn’t speak. He looked around the natatorium for a place to stretch, but his gaze suddenly stopped in a corner.

Xǔ Wǎn Xīng?

Why is he here?

He chose swimming too. What a coincidence.

It must be fate.

This was even better. Although he couldn’t prove he was stronger than Jì Róng Yǔ in front of Wǎn Wǎn, he could prove it in front of Xǔ Wǎn Xīng.

It serves Jì Róng Yǔ right for chasing after Xǔ Wǎn Xīng while having Wǎn Wǎn. Since he can’t be devoted to Wǎn Wǎn, he will help Wǎn Wǎn punish him.

Péi Yù walked toward the corner and greeted him, “What a coincidence, Xǔ Wǎn Xīng.”

Xǔ Wǎn Xīng was stretching his leg muscles, extending his leg quite far. Hearing the familiar voice beside him startled him. His hand exerted too much force, and his leg cramped.

A sharp, throbbing pain shot through his calf.

Xǔ Wǎn Xīng’s face immediately turned pale. He tumbled to the floor, holding his leg and massaging his calf muscles, wincing.

“Hiss…”

Péi Yù quickly knelt down, staring at Xǔ Wǎn Xīng’s calf with a look of extreme concern. “I startled you. I’m so sorry. Let me give you a massage. I know how to handle cramps.”

Xǔ Wǎn Xīng thought that it was Péi Yù’s startling him that caused the cramp. Since Péi Yù voluntarily offered to massage him, he naturally agreed.

He didn’t expect Péi Yù to be so friendly to him, a casual roommate, and to willingly take responsibility. What a good person.

Xǔ Wǎn Xīng sat on the floor and offered his leg to Péi Yù. Péi Yù half-knelt, one knee on the ground, holding Xǔ Wǎn Xīng’s leg, his expression serious.

His palm pressed the calf muscle, inch by inch, until he reached the spot that was trembling and shaking. He pressed down firmly and then thoroughly massaged it left and right.

After some time, Xǔ Wǎn Xīng’s leg stopped cramping. His calf felt warm, entirely from the heat of Péi Yù’s palm.

Péi Yù’s hands were exquisitely beautiful. Having such beautiful hands massage his calf bit by bit truly made him feel like a corrupt emperor.

Xǔ Wǎn Xīng felt somewhat addicted. Massage might hurt at first, but it eventually becomes comforting, which was the case here.

Suddenly, an icy voice boomed in his ear.

“What are you two doing?!”

Xǔ Wǎn Xīng tried to pull his leg back. Péi Yù didn’t stop him, so Xǔ Wǎn Xīng successfully retracted his leg and looked at the approaching person.

Jì Róng Yǔ’s face was very pale, and he was striding toward them.

Xǔ Wǎn Xīng, still sitting on the floor, realized how close he and Péi Yù were. Could Jì Róng Yǔ think they were having an affair?

Then he would truly become a sinner.

Better to destroy a temple than a marriage.

Xǔ Wǎn Xīng quickly tried to distance himself. “You’re here. There’s really nothing going on between him and me…”

Wait, that sounds like I’m trying to cover up something.

Jì Róng Yǔ’s expression visibly darkened. He stared at Xǔ Wǎn Xīng’s two long, snow-white exposed legs for two seconds, then reluctantly averted his gaze.

“I believe you.”

“Huh?” He believes me just like that? Xǔ Wǎn Xīng looked at Jì Róng Yǔ with disappointment.

At this moment, Jì Róng Yǔ should have displayed the demeanor of the official partner instead of letting him, the little temptress, feel smug. Jì Róng Yǔ’s experience is lacking.

Xǔ Wǎn Xīng stood up, smiled at Péi Yù. “Thanks, good roommate.” Then he pulled Jì Róng Yǔ aside to talk privately.

“There’s really nothing between him and me. My leg cramped just now, and he helped me massage it,” Xǔ Wǎn Xīng explained.

“Mm,” Jì Róng Yǔ’s reaction was flat.

Xǔ Wǎn Xīng couldn’t tell if he truly believed him. He sighed and put his arm around Jì Róng Yǔ’s shoulder in a brotherly gesture.

“How about you also say your leg cramped and let him massage you?”

Jì Róng Yǔ’s body stiffened, and a look of disgust appeared on his face.

Xǔ Wǎn Xīng found it strange, but didn’t think too much of it, only assuming Jì Róng Yǔ was unwilling to share Péi Yù’s hands.

Jì Róng Yǔ suddenly spoke out of the blue, “You said your leg cramped. Let me massage you.”

“Huh?” Xǔ Wǎn Xīng was startled and quickly waved his hands. “No need, no need. It’s fine now.”

Jì Róng Yǔ remained silent, just staring at him intently.

“…If you want to massage it, go ahead,” Xǔ Wǎn Xīng conceded. He realized that Jì Róng Yǔ’s jealousy was being directed at him; perhaps he wanted to deliberately make things difficult for him.

There was a long bench by the wall. Xǔ Wǎn Xīng chose a spot and sat down. Jì Róng Yǔ sat beside him. They were very close, looking like they were leaning against each other from a distance, though there were actually a few centimeters between them.

Péi Yù watched them intently, a dark energy surging in his eyes.

When Xǔ Wǎn Xīng placed his leg on Jì Róng Yǔ’s hands, Péi Yù couldn’t hold back anymore and strode toward them.

Seeing Péi Yù’s aggressive approach, Xǔ Wǎn Xīng’s heart sank.

How could he have forgotten about him while focusing on appeasing Jì Róng Yǔ?

Neither of these two would be peaceful.

Xǔ Wǎn Xīng wanted to pull his leg back, but Jì Róng Yǔ’s hand was pressing down, and he didn’t dare to yank his leg hard. If he injured it, he would be the one to suffer.

This must be a “Shura Field” (a dramatic love triangle)!

What was he, a mere cannon fodder squeezed between the two of them, other than a 10,000-volt light bulb?

Péi Yù was now right in front of them, his shadow completely enveloping Xǔ Wǎn Xīng, who silently lowered his head.

Jì Róng Yǔ frowned and asked, “Is something wrong?”

Péi Yù hesitated, then finally plopped down on Xǔ Wǎn Xīng’s other side, his voice muffled. “Nothing. Why are you holding his leg?”

“Helping him massage it,” Jì Róng Yǔ replied.

Péi Yù looked at Xǔ Wǎn Xīng with an accusing gaze and was sharp with his words: “He doesn’t need your massage. My technique is better than yours!”