The Beta Wife Claimed by Competing Alphas - Chapter 33

“Do you like this sort of thing? Your face is so red.”

Mu Yan quickly shook his head. “No, I don’t like it.”

Seeing Shang Qiyue’s half-smile, and fearing he might think Mu Yan was playing hard to get, Mu Yan busily repeated himself: “I don’t want that.”

“Go take a shower.”

“You go first,” Mu Yan shook his head. “I’ll wash the dishes first.”

Shang Qiyue frowned. “What’s there to wash? Just leave them in the sink. I’ll have someone come and wash them tomorrow.”

Mu Yan did not want to disobey Shang Qiyue on such a small matter, so he agreed softly.

There were two bathrooms in the flat. By the time Mu Yan finished his shower and came out, Shang Qiyue was already sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for him. He patted his thigh, signaling Mu Yan to sit on his lap.

Mu Yan obediently sat facing him. The moment he settled, Shang Qiyue reached out to steady his waist. Their faces were suddenly very close, close enough to feel each other’s warm breath.

Mu Yan, sensing the mood, leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on the corner of his lips. Shang Qiyue smiled, cupped Mu Yan’s head, and deepened the kiss.

“Good boy,” he patted Mu Yan’s hands which were resting at his sides. “Help me undo my trousers.”

After the kiss, Mu Yan wasn’t as stiff as usual. He gave a soft “Mm” and did as he was told.

Shang Qiyue pulled him onto the bed. Mu Yan had just showered and the room was heated, so he was only wearing a loose set of loungewear. As Shang Qiyue undid his clothes, it felt like unwrapping a gift.

“You’re so beautiful, baby.” Shang Qiyue was never stingy with compliments in bed. “Are you out of strength? It’ll be over soon. Just relax a bit for me, okay? You’re gripping me so tight. Good boy.”

Mu Yan’s eyes were even more beautiful when they pooled with tears, especially when those tears had nothing to do with sadness or grievance, but were purely a physiological reaction. Shang Qiyue couldn’t help himself; he leaned in and used his lips to brush away the stray tears.

Mu Yan’s cheeks were flushed, and his whole body looked as if he had been fished out of water, glistening and stunning.

“I… I’m okay,” Mu Yan answered fitfully. His consciousness was hazy, and he could barely remember what Shang Qiyue had said just seconds ago. His voice sounded different from usual, with a slight rasp born of exhaustion.

“Does baby want water?” Shang Qiyue asked.

Mu Yan could hardly think. It took him a while to process the question amidst the waves of sensation. He was indeed close to dehydration; for some reason, he was incredibly thirsty.

Yet, he refused in a hoarse voice, “No, it’s fine. You haven’t  yet.”

Shang Qiyue looked down at him, gave a soft laugh, and then picked him up. Suddenly losing contact with the ground, Mu Yan instinctively clung tightly to his neck.

Shang Qiyue carried him to the water dispenser and poured some water to help him drink. Mu Yan’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he swallowed. Once he set the cup down, Shang Qiyue couldn’t resist gently biting his Adam’s apple.

Mu Yan couldn’t handle that kind of stimulation. His neck arched back slightly, but he was quickly pulled back into a deep kiss.

Shang Qiyue didn’t take him back to the bedroom; instead, he set him down on the sofa. The dark curtains had long since covered the wide floor-to-ceiling windows, and the crystal chandelier was a bit dazzling. Mu Yan struggled slightly. “If we do it here won’t it be hard to clean up?”

“Don’t think about that. Look at me.” Shang Qiyue reached out to tilt his chin up. Mu Yan’s mist-filled eyes once again reflected only his silhouette.

Mu Yan mistook the gesture for a kiss and obediently leaned in to kiss him back.

Shang Qiyue had actually lied to Mu Yan earlier; he was far from finished. Seeing Mu Yan’s submissive nature, how he would follow and yield to him no matter what only made him harder. He kissed and coaxed Mu Yan, but refused to stop.

Mu Yan lost consciousness a few times. When he finally woke up, he found himself being held by Shang Qiyue in the bathtub.

“Don’t Sir, I can do it myself.”

Shang Qiyue looked at his lowered head and flushed face. “What are you shy for? We’ve already done everything. You’re still embarrassed to let me help you clean up?”

“I’ll do it myself, please don’t look.”

The disparity in their strength was vast. Shang Qiyue easily pulled the resisting man back into his arms.

“Sir, I—”

“Did your ex-boyfriend never do this for you?” Shang Qiyue asked.

It was meant to be a cleanup, but compared to doing it himself, the sensation was entirely different. Mu Yan felt himself being prodded until tears were forced out.

But Shang Qiyue was right. Lu Chong had indeed never helped him clean up.

“Why are you crying?” Shang Qiyue kissed the wet corner of his eye. “Don’t cry, baby. He was a piece of work. From now on, it’ll be just us, and things will be good.”

“I knew the first time I saw that ex-boyfriend’s photo he wasn’t any good. Imagine pulling up your pants and leaving like that, he’s a disgrace to Alphas everywhere.”

When Shang Qiyue was gentle, he was truly wonderful. Mu Yan’s tears fell even faster. He couldn’t tell if it was for this reason, but he seemed to have become very prone to crying in front of Shang Qiyue.

“You didn’t cry when I was being so rough, so why now? Just because I mentioned your ex?” Shang Qiyue kissed away the tears trailing down his face, pretending to be displeased.

“No…” Fearing Shang Qiyue might be unhappy, Mu Yan hurriedly leaned in and buried himself in his arms to please him.

Shang Qiyue seemed to enjoy this gesture and kissed his hair.

“I cried earlier too…” Mu Yan explained softly.

Shang Qiyue gave a cold snort. “That was clearly from pleasure.”

Mu Yan hesitated, then gently nuzzled against his chest.

He’s even learned to do this now—acting more and more like a puppy, Shang Qiyue couldn’t help but think.

“It’s because you’re good to me that I’m crying.”

“Really?”

Mu Yan nodded without a moment’s hesitation.

“Little liar,” Shang Qiyue scolded with a laugh.

Mu Yan looked up at him with a bit of trepidation, only relaxing when he saw that Shang Qiyue didn’t truly look like he was blaming him.

After cleaning up, Shang Qiyue carried Mu Yan out of the tub and dried him off.

“I can walk by myself…” Mu Yan whispered as the man moved to pick him up again. Shang Qiyue had worked all day; he must be tired.

“Your legs are shaking like that, and you think you can walk?” Shang Qiyue laughed.

“You’ve worked all day… you must be tired.”

No Alpha would ever admit to lacking stamina at a time like this, and besides, Shang Qiyue wasn’t tired at all. Mu Yan was lifted with one arm. Out of a slight fear of heights, he instinctively wrapped his arms around Shang Qiyue’s neck.

Holding him face-to-face, Shang Qiyue couldn’t resist kissing him again.

Actually, Shang Qiyue knew that Mu Yan couldn’t forget that ex-boyfriend so quickly. If he could move on that fast, he wouldn’t have endured all that hardship with Lu Chong for so long. He had heard everything from Fu Jiayan; how Lu Chong had broken ties with his family before graduating and lived in a rental place so poor they were practically penniless. Mu Yan had stayed with him for nearly two years.

Still, he thoroughly enjoyed Mu Yan’s “good little puppy” act. What did it matter if he couldn’t forget Lu Chong? Right now, wasn’t he submissively lying beneath him with watery eyes?

And who was Lu Chong anyway? Shang Qiyue had known him since childhood; Lu Chong had always been arrogant and dismissive of everyone. Aside from his sister and Jiang Yizhuo who could get along with anyone—who else even wanted to bother with him?

Contrast creates perspective. Before long, the person Mu Yan loved with all his heart would become him. That useless Alpha who didn’t even know to help with the cleanup, who knows what Mu Yan even saw in him.

Shang Qiyue pushed open the bathroom door with one hand and carried Mu Yan back to his own room. Despite him having lived there for over a week, Mu Yan’s room was as tidy as if no one lived there at all. The bed was made perfectly, and his small suitcase was tucked into a corner.

“Are you not comfortable living here?” he asked. To someone like him who never made a bed, a room this tidy only existed in hotels. Only people who planned to leave at any moment kept a room like this.

“I am, Sir. It faces south, has great light, and the transport is convenient.” Mu Yan didn’t know why he was asking. Thinking of the boasts he used to hear from landlords, he racked his brain for words to praise the room. “I’m not uncomfortable. Why do you ask?”

“Then why is it so clean, as if no one lives here?”

“It’s not that,” Mu Yan said quickly. “I just couldn’t stay idle these past few days, so I tidied up, it’s not because I want to leave. If there’s any worry, it should be me worrying that you’ll kick me out.”

Shang Qiyue suddenly remembered that the agreement he signed with Mu Yan didn’t actually specify how long the relationship would last. At the time, he just felt that after sleeping with Mu Yan once, he couldn’t get it out of his mind. He wanted to try again to see what it was about this bread-scented Beta that kept him hooked, and provide some data for the research institute. The 1.3 million he’d given him was enough to solve his immediate crisis; he hadn’t treated him poorly.

But now he felt that Mu Yan was incredibly satisfying. After sleeping together again, he wasn’t bored; he liked him even more. Even when they weren’t in bed, he enjoyed just looking at him. So obedient, never jealous, never makes demands, and a great cook to boot.

Maybe later he could coax him into working at Mingkang. A computer science grad can work anywhere. Last year, Mingkang was twenty spots higher on the Fortune 500 list than Mu Yan’s current company, Xinqi.

“How could I kick you out?” Shang Qiyue looked at Mu Yan. Alphas are usually prone to more sweet talk after the act. “I like you so much. Are you really that afraid I won’t want you?”

“Let’s set an initial term of one year then. When the time comes, if baby still doesn’t want to leave me, we can continue,” Shang Qiyue gently stroked Mu Yan’s hair; he actually felt a year wouldn’t be enough. “I’ll give you an extra 100,000 a month—300,000 total, okay? Take a taxi to work, don’t skimp on it.”

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