The Beautiful Wife I Picked Up Is A Little Mute - Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Covetousness

Xie Mo’s eyes slowly widened, reflecting the bloodshot crimson in Ji Hanyue’s gaze and the veins bulging on his neck.

He gestured frantically: “Why are you here?”

Ji Hanyue’s brain was clouded with a rush of blood; he couldn’t understand Xie Mo’s signs at all. With both hands gripping the windowsill, he used a forceful shove to vault his body—chilled by the night dew—into the room.

He didn’t notice there was another person in the room at all. Cupping Xie Mo’s cheeks, he pinned him against the wall. A wave of hot breath, carrying the heavy scent of Cypress wood, washed over Xie Mo. Ji Hanyue looked down and asked in a low voice:

“Did you miss me?”

Xie Mo wanted nothing more than to be as far away from Ji Hanyue as possible; how could he possibly miss him? His heart felt like it was about to leap out of his throat as he struggled to push Ji Hanyue away.

Ji Hanyue had anticipated this. His other hand clamped down on both of Xie Mo’s wrists, pinning them above his head.

“What are you hiding from? I don’t believe you didn’t miss me. Last time…” His voice cut off abruptly.

He saw Xie Mo’s eyes turn red, looking incredibly aggrieved. Ji Hanyue froze for a moment, the burning heat in his throat receding slightly. Borrowing the moonlight filtering through the window, he looked closely at the boy’s face.

He realized that after three months, Xie Mo was even thinner than before—the contours of his small face were more pronounced. His chin was sharper, making his rabbit-like eyes appear even larger. It looked as if he had been mistreated during those three months.

An inexplicable irritation flared up in Ji Hanyue. Wouldn’t it have been better to just stay with me? I wouldn’t have treated him badly. Yet the boy insisted on returning to this dilapidated shack to live off scraps.

He leaned down to kiss him, but Xie Mo resisted violently, struggling even harder than the last time. Forced to let go, Ji Hanyue noticed Xie Mo’s eyes constantly darting toward a specific corner.

Ji Hanyue frowned and followed his gaze. Only then did he notice a person lying there, sleeping soundly, completely oblivious to their presence.

?

Ji Hanyue narrowed his eyes. So there really was someone else.

Xie Mo was trembling all over, his palms slick with cold sweat. Facing this Alpha who was a head taller than him and currently in the middle of a rut, he didn’t even have the strength to struggle. The moment his fingertips touched Ji Hanyue’s palm, they were pinned down by the man’s burning hand.

He could only hurriedly write in the other’s palm: “Please, can you go outside?”

Xie Mo had only one thought: He couldn’t let Tang Yingrui discover Ji Hanyue.

Ji Hanyue’s long arm suddenly tightened, pulling Xie Mo into his chest. He let out a cold, dark smile.

“I can’t.”

Ji Hanyue stared at that other Alpha for only a few seconds before he figured it out. Xie Mo had wasted so much time by this man’s side, yet the gland on the back of his neck was still intact—the answer was obvious.

That man was impotent.

His fingertips brushed against the edge of the suppressant patch on Xie Mo’s nape, intentionally slowing his movements. The sensations there were amplified infinitely; it tickled, and Xie Mo couldn’t help but shrink his neck.

A low chuckle escaped Ji Hanyue’s throat as he whispered in Xie Mo’s ear, “If we’re just a little quieter, it’ll be fine.”

It was just a casual remark; Ji Hanyue had no interest in letting anyone else watch him.

The moment the words left his mouth, a slap landed on his cheek. In the instant it hit, a faint scent of cardamom drifted by—sweet and ethereal.

Xie Mo didn’t dare use much force. On one hand, he feared provoking the Alpha; on the other, he simply couldn’t hold back anymore. He thought that after their last separation, they would have no further connection. Who could have guessed this man would be so wicked as to climb through a window into his room?

It was unheard of.

The Alpha holding him suddenly stopped moving. He just looked down at Xie Mo with a heavy gaze, his eyes flickering with an unidentifiable desire.

Xie Mo immediately felt a pang of regret for slapping Ji Hanyue. What if this Alpha went crazy and woke Tang Yingrui up?

But before he could imagine the worst-case scenario, his feet left the ground. His waist was gripped tight as Ji Hanyue picked him up horizontally and headed out of the bedroom.

Ji Hanyue’s heartbeat thudded against his ear through the man’s ribs, beating rapidly. The Alpha’s pheromones during a rut were intense and manic, causing the gland beneath Xie Mo’s suppressant patch to begin to burn.

“Xie Mo,” Ji Hanyue murmured, lowering his head to rub his nose against the soft top of Xie Mo’s head, drinking in that hint of sweetness. “You slapped me once, I’ll f*** you for a night. Let’s call it even, okay?”

The low vibration of his voice made Xie Mo’s chest shake, and blood rushed to his ears, turning his face a deep crimson. That’s not right at all! How can you calculate it like that?!

Ji Hanyue gave him no choice, pinning him directly onto the sofa. His slender fingers reached behind Xie Mo’s neck, gripping the edge of the suppressant patch and ripping it off without a second thought.

Then, after a phantom-like kiss on Xie Mo’s tightly closed lips, he went straight for his target, burying his head in the side of the boy’s neck.

After three months, the tooth marks embedded in the gland had long since faded, but now, a new mark was being stamped. Xie Mo’s eyes were misty as he stared blankly at the ceiling—confused and lost.

Until a sharp pain shot from his nape. The Alpha’s sharp canines pierced the fragile skin.

Xie Mo furrowed his brows in pain, letting out a silent cry, clutching Ji Hanyue’s hair in an attempt to pull him away. But this weak strength was like a cat’s scratch; it had no effect.

That slight, stinging pain instead made the Alpha let out a deep sigh.

Ever since he saw that other Alpha, Ji Hanyue had felt an inexplicable sense of displeasure. If Xie Mo hadn’t been there, for a moment, he truly wanted to kill that Alpha silently.

This wasn’t because he loved Xie Mo so much. It was simply the possessiveness etched into an Alpha’s blood. Like a beast whose territory had been invaded, any presence that coveted his marked object deserved to be wiped out.