The Beta Wife Claimed by Competing Alphas - Chapter 36

The hospital’s office director drove Mu Yan back to the flat where Shang Qiyue had settled him. It was only then that Mu Yan realized he had never actually given the director the address.

Everyone knew; everyone at the dinner table had been in silent agreement.

Shang Qiyue, who had said he was going home, was sitting on the sofa. He looked up at him. “You’re back?”

Mu Yan quickly realized that Shang Qiyue had only parted ways with him earlier to save his face in front of his brother.

“Why did you come over?” Mu Yan walked up to him. “Do you want to do it, Sir? I’ll go take a shower.”

Shang Qiyue grabbed his arm and pulled him down to sit beside him. Losing his balance, Mu Yan was easily gathered into the man’s arms.

“Can you not think of me that way? I’ve drunk nearly half a catty of white liquor; how could I do it?”

Circled in Shang Qiyue’s arms, Mu Yan struggled slightly to stand up. “Then should I go boil some hangover soup for you?”

Shang Qiyue felt a bit underestimated. “It was only half a catty. Why would I need hangover soup? I usually don’t even get drunk on a full catty. Half a catty is just an appetizer.”

“I know you have a high tolerance, but wouldn’t drinking a little help your stomach feel better?”

“You don’t drink; where did you learn all this?”

Mu Yan hung his head, not knowing how to answer. He knew these things because he frequently looked after Lu Chong when he came home drunk.

Shang Qiyue was clearly a bit displeased. Although he said he wasn’t drunk, his emotions were more visible after drinking. The air around Mu Yan seemed to grow heavy.

“Please don’t be angry,” Mu Yan lowered his head, not daring to look at Shang Qiyue, offering only a halting apology.

Looking at Mu Yan’s behavior, Shang Qiyue felt a surge of unprovoked irritation.

Why was he so clingy and spoiled with Lu Chong, but so timid and cautious with me, acting as if he’s done something wrong?

Am I fiercer than Lu Chong? Am I worse to him than Lu Chong was?

He had come back today specifically to sit and hold him for a while. Tomorrow was the weekend; they could have watched a movie together. He had even picked one out already.

The other night, he had asked Mu Yan what his hobbies were. When Mu Yan had stammered and couldn’t answer, Shang Qiyue had selected several romantic comedies to watch with him when they were free. He had never met anyone who didn’t like Hong Kong rom-coms.

He had finally finished work and that dinner party to come back here. He should have been holding Mu Yan in his arms, peacefully smelling that buttery bread scent while watching his favorite movie.

But he hadn’t been fierce, and he hadn’t lost his temper. Thinking of this, Shang Qiyue couldn’t bring himself to lower his pride and coax Mu Yan.

However, the silence of a superior is its own form of violence.

In the ongoing silence, Mu Yan racked his brain for a way to stop Shang Qiyue from being angry.

With teachers during his school days or bosses after starting work, Mu Yan’s method had always been to bow his head and admit fault, letting them vent their emotions on him. He knew some people used witty remarks or acting spoiled to please others, but even if he tried to mimic them, he would only make things worse. For him, lowering his head and taking a scolding without being hated was already good enough.

But Shang Qiyue was different from them. He was likely used to being pampered; this submissive attitude seemed only to make him angrier.

“If you don’t like hangover soup, how about I make you some honey water? It’s sweet and hot; you can drink it even if you aren’t drunk.”

Shang Qiyue turned his head and glanced at him, his gaze a bit softer than before.

Mu Yan let out a breath of relief.

“I didn’t come here to have you wait on me. I just wanted to hold you and watch a movie. I already picked one out.”

“What movie is it?” Mu Yan asked.

“A Hong Kong comedy. I don’t know if you’ve seen it.”

Mu Yan shook his head. “I haven’t watched many movies. I think I’d like a comedy, though; after all, it’s something meant to make people happy. But it’s a bit late today, and a movie takes about two hours. Maybe we should watch it tomorrow instead.”

“You’ve been drinking; do you feel dizzy? Let me massage your head for a while. Didn’t you want to sit with me? I’ll talk with you, as long as you don’t find me annoying.”

The head massage was also something he had learned for Lu Chong. Realizing Shang Qiyue might get angry again because of this, Mu Yan hurriedly added an explanation: “I get headaches sometimes from working every day. A colleague recommended this pressure point to me; it’s very soothing. Do you want to try it?”

Mu Yan reached out to let him feel the pressure, but Shang Qiyue gently caught his wrist. “I told you, I didn’t come here today for you to wait on me.”

“It’s not waiting on you,” Mu Yan said earnestly. “You moved my mother to a VIP ward and kept our relationship a secret from my brother. I’m so grateful to you, and I don’t know how else to thank you. I just want to make you more comfortable.”

When Mu Yan wasn’t being timid, his tone was so sincere and heartfelt that one instinctively felt whatever he said must be right and that he would never harm you.

And it was true.

Using his other hand, he found the pressure point on the side of Shang Qiyue’s head and rubbed it gently. “You’re tired. Lay your head on my lap and let me massage it for you, okay?”

The offer to lie on Mu Yan’s lap was too tempting. Shang Qiyue maintained his composure for only a few seconds before lying down.

From this angle, he could see Mu Yan’s fair neck, his Adam’s apple, and his jawline. Without the cover of his coat, even the hickeys from the other day were faintly visible.

Shang Qiyue’s heart calmed down.

No matter what touching past Mu Yan and Lu Chong shared, right now, Mu Yan was covered in the marks Shang Qiyue had left, and his body was steeped in Shang Qiyue’s pheromones.

Mu Yan belonged to him. No one else could take him away.

Shang Qiyue reached up and touched Mu Yan’s chin. Like a kitten having its chin scratched, Mu Yan instinctively tilted his head back slightly.

“I intended to keep it a secret from your brother, but it seems I didn’t quite manage it. Though he probably won’t think of anything untoward.”

“If he asks,” Shang Qiyue smiled, “just say I’m pursuing you.”

Mu Yan instinctively lowered his head, feeling embarrassed. His brother already thought so, and he didn’t know how to explain it to him.

Receiving no response for a long while, Shang Qiyue lazily opened his eyes and glanced at Mu Yan’s awkward expression before closing them again. “Or does he already think that?”

“Please, please don’t be angry.”

Mu Yan’s movements became lighter and slower. With Shang Qiyue’s eyes closed, he couldn’t tell if the man was truly angry or not. Mu Yan’s heart pounded with anxiety.

“If I am angry, what will you do about it?” Shang Qiyue opened his eyes and asked with a faint smile.

Mu Yan feared this scenario most. If Shang Qiyue wanted to scold or punish him, he could endure even the harshest words. But when Shang Qiyue gave him an opening to please him without being explicit, Mu Yan felt utterly at a loss.

“I don’t know, whatever you want is fine.”

“Anything at all?” Shang Qiyue asked.

Mu Yan nodded quickly. Shang Qiyue couldn’t help but smile at him.

“Baby, play with yourself so I can watch.”

The massage stopped. It took nearly half a minute for Mu Yan to realize what Shang Qiyue meant.

Shang Qiyue wanted him to masturbate in front of him.

Mu Yan’s breathing grew shallow and rapid. He rarely did such a thing and didn’t understand what there was to see. Doing it in front of Shang Qiyue, he didn’t even know if he could get an erection. He certainly couldn’t imagine what Shang Qiyue wanted to see or how to satisfy him.

“Where do you want me to play?” Mu Yan asked with difficulty.

He couldn’t refuse Shang Qiyue; he could only hope that Shang Qiyue only wanted to see him play with the front. But what was there to see in a man masturbating? Mu Yan couldn’t understand. When they did “that thing” together, it was a mutual loss of control. But for Shang Qiyue to stay completely sober while watching Mu Yan expose himself in a lewd loss of control Mu Yan felt an unbearable sense of shame.

“I’ve seen every part of you; why are you still so shy?” Shang Qiyue laughed.

Seeing that he didn’t appear angry, Mu Yan’s heart settled slightly.

” I’m joking. Why would I be angry about something like that? Am I that petty?” Shang Qiyue sat up from his lap and pulled him into a hug. “I just missed you. We couldn’t do anything just now; even though you were sitting right next to me at dinner, I couldn’t hold you or kiss you. It was frustrating.”

“Everyone else at dinner was openly bringing the Omegas they keep, but I’m here like I’m having an affair. It’s annoying,” Shang Qiyue continued to complain. “But don’t overthink it. I don’t mean anything else. I want you to be happy. I was just feeling a bit pent up today, since I couldn’t even come back with you.”

“I missed you too, Sir…” Mu Yan tried his best to cover up his moment of hesitation.

Everyone else at dinner was bringing the Omegas they keep.

Aside from the fact that he wasn’t as pretty as those Omegas, didn’t have as good a figure, didn’t know how to coax people, and didn’t have pleasant-smelling pheromones, there was fundamentally no difference between him and those Omegas.

President Shang was very good; it was Mu Yan who had overstepped, allowing himself to develop thoughts he shouldn’t have just because he was being pampered a little.

As if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, Mu Yan felt a chill. He shrunk into Shang Qiyue’s embrace, looking as if he were seeking warmth or acting spoiled.

Seeing him finally act spoiled, Shang Qiyue pulled him tighter with satisfaction and leaned down to kiss his lips.

“Missed me, did you?” Mu Yan’s lips felt warm and soft, like warm double-skin milk. Shang Qiyue smiled. “There’s a reward for my baby.”

Mu Yan was very obedient, tilting his head and clinging to the man’s shoulders, letting himself be kissed. He didn’t ask what the reward was. Shang Qiyue was a practical person; he wouldn’t consider kisses, hugs, or spending an afternoon together as a “reward.” It would likely be money.

That was fine. Money was what Mu Yan lacked most, and it was what Shang Qiyue had in abundance. If he bought him bags, watches, or jewelry, it would be useless to Mu Yan. He had no occasion to use them, and since they were gifts from Shang Qiyue, he couldn’t very well sell them.

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