The Beta Wife Claimed by Competing Alphas - Chapter 52

Thinking of this, Shang Qiyue gently patted the person in his arms, continuing to coax him with immense patience.

Mu Yan gradually ran out of strength from crying. Shang Qiyue found a bottle of mineral water and gave it to him, telling him to drink a little.

The car’s shock absorption was good, and Old Wu’s driving was steady. Mu Yan carefully took the water and had a few sips without spilling a drop.

He wasn’t actually that sad anymore, but crying seemed to have a momentum of its own. Even though his subconscious felt he didn’t want to cry anymore, his whole body kept sobbing uncontrollably.

He saw Lu Chong clearly now, and that was a good thing.

Mu Yan wasn’t exactly someone who distinguished clearly between love and hate. If someone helped him even a little, he would remember it firmly; but if someone bullied him, he rarely took the initiative to recall those unpleasant memories.

The people in the village who led Lin Guojun into gambling and mahjong, the children his age who mocked him for his mother running away or for his clothes being full of holes, the ones who isolated him and wouldn’t play with him, he knew all of it.

But when he got into A University, the village chief set a banquet with few dishes as his celebration and said Mu Yan was the first college student in the village, asking everyone to give at least a little gift money.

Tuition, travel expenses, buying the mattress and bedding for the dormitory that money truly helped Mu Yan a lot. Thus, in Mu Yan’s heart, despite many grievances, those neighbors were still people worth being grateful to.

If he hadn’t learned Lu Chong’s true identity today, perhaps years later when he thought of him, he might still remember some of Lu Chong’s good points. After all, Lu Chong had been with him for three whole years; looking closely, there were still many things worth remembering.

Now that he saw Lu Chong clearly, he would never think of his good points again.

Shang Qiyue used a tissue to wipe away his tears. His eyes hurt from crying, and even with such soft tissue, it hurt a bit to wipe.

The car stopped below the apartment Shang Qiyue had arranged for him. Shang Qiyue opened the door and got out, leaning down to button Mu Yan’s overcoat. Then, with one arm under his knees and the other supporting his back, he lifted him directly from the back seat and carried him all the way home.

Mu Yan wanted to protest, but in the end, he was no match for Shang Qiyue. He didn’t dare cause more trouble, so he lay quietly in Shang Qiyue’s arms.

The lights at home weren’t off. Shang Qiyue liked the house to be bright and grand; presumably, all rich people were like that. Mu Yan felt it was a waste of electricity but wouldn’t argue with him over such things.

Shang Qiyue carried him straight into the bathroom and placed him directly into the bathtub. “Take a hot bath; you’ll feel better. But don’t soak for too long.”

“Take a bath, get some sleep, and when you wake up the next day, no matter how big the problem is, it won’t be a problem anymore.”

Mu Yan nodded, his face still stained with tear tracks, but his eyes slowly cleared from their daze.

Having cried for so long, his head was groggy. Hearing Shang Qiyue’s words, he instinctively began to take off his clothes piece by piece.

Halfway through, he remembered Shang Qiyue was still there, but since the two of them had already seen everything long ago, stopping now would obviously be even more awkward. Mu Yan simply continued to undress quietly and sat in the bathtub.

He wasn’t very good at using the bathtub here, so Shang Qiyue came over to help him, showing him how to adjust the water temperature and turn on the massage function.

The bathtub didn’t actually require much explanation, but for some reason, Shang Qiyue just wanted to stay there a bit longer. For a moment, the bathroom was silent except for the sound of water and their faint breathing.

When Mu Yan’s emotions were intense, the scent of bread on him became particularly heavy. Shang Qiyue really wanted to be close to him.

Mu Yan had low blood sugar, he remembered. Shang Qiyue made an excuse for himself: His health isn’t great, he might pass out from the bath, I should stay here and watch over him.

“Today… thank you, Sir.” Mu Yan looked up at him and said earnestly.

His voice was raspy from crying, and the corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose were bright red. His tears had clumped his eyelashes together.

As the steam rose, his fair skin was infused with a layer of pale pink.

Mu Yan didn’t know exactly how things caught fire that day. He had originally wanted to use his hand to help Shang Qiyue, but he couldn’t find a way to find release.

His hand was already very sore.

Mu Yan suddenly felt very wronged.

Everyone was bullying him.

Why was everyone bullying him?

That Omega named Wen Ling, those people at the banquet, and Lu Chong… and now even this was bullying him.

Mu Yan suddenly didn’t want to help him anymore.

“You…” Mu Yan lowered his head in self-abandonment, not letting Shang Qiyue see his expression.

That way, he wouldn’t have to care about anything or consider anything.

Even those painful thoughts could be driven out of his head without reservation.

“I… I want you too.”

Shang Qiyue froze, his eyes darkening, and his breathing grew heavier.

“Aren’t you tired today?”

Mu Yan shook his head.

“Are you tired, Sir?”

“I’m certainly not tired.”

More than just not tired, Shang Qiyue could even be said to be full of energy.

He leaned down and kissed Mu Yan’s collarbone, giving it a light bite before licking it with the tip of his tongue, as if intentionally wanting to see him tremble.

He whispered in Mu Yan’s ear: “Then I won’t be polite, Baby.”

Lu Chong hated him being close to other Alphas.

Lu Chong hated him having other people’s pheromones on him.

Shang Qiyue didn’t speak, placing one kiss after another tiny and frequent on the corners of Mu Yan’s eyes, his earlobes, and the crook of his neck.

It’s not because of Lu Chong, Mu Yan countered himself.

It was he who wanted it. Without Shang Qiyue, there would be someone else.

It was he who wanted to do something to briefly forget everything.

It was he who wanted comfort, who wanted pleasure.

Mu Yan’s breathing grew chaotic, and his cheeks began to flush from the steam and his emotions.

Shang Qiyue told him to open his eyes and look at him. Mu Yan opened them; those eyes were overflowing with tears. He was clearly on the verge of crying but pressed his lips together, trying hard not to make a sound.

“Why are you holding it in?”

Mu Yan naturally couldn’t give him an answer. Holding back his cries seemed to have become an instinct; even when his consciousness was blurred, he didn’t dare to cry out loud.

The first time they were together, Shang Qiyue had said he didn’t like seeing people crying and that he should have the self-awareness of someone getting paid for a job.

“It’s okay,” Shang Qiyue had long forgotten saying such things. “Save your strength for crying in a bit.”

Mu Yan pressed against his chest, his skin flushed a faint red from the water temperature.

His body trembled slightly, yet he instinctively tightened his arms, wanting to hold Shang Qiyue even closer.

Ripples spread across the water’s surface. Shang Qiyue lifted one of his legs to his side, his palm pressing under the crook of his knee as if to soothe him.

Mu Yan tilted his head back slightly, a drop of water sliding down from his eyelashes.

The sound of water moved faster and faster with their movements. Shang Qiyue held him throughout; the warm current, instead of making Mu Yan worry about being swallowed by the water, felt as if it were holding him up.

“When I said today that Lu Chong wasn’t good in bed, neither of you seemed to contradict me.” Shang Qiyue laughed lowly. “Am I really making you feel more comfortable than he did?”

Mu Yan could hardly speak in complete words, only nodding tremulously: “Sir…”

It seemed it was true.

Shang Qiyue leaned down to kiss him with satisfaction, a kiss both urgent and lingering, as if wanting to steal away his right to breathe.

He held the person firmly in his arms, pushing deep into him again and again until the water nearly overflowed and the sound of the water drowned out everything else.

The intense pleasure felt like a massive wave. Mu Yan felt as if all his strength had been drained, and tears slid uncontrollably down his cheeks.

His pupils had lost focus; his mouth was open but he couldn’t make a sound, leaving only intermittent tremors caught in his throat.

“You’re crying so pitiably today, Baby.”

“Are you still sad? Is it because…”

Asking questions at a time like this was a bullying act. Mu Yan had almost no sanity left, with “unh” and “ah” as his only possible answers.

To Shang Qiyue’s questions, those two answers were likely not what he wanted to hear; they would merely be excuses for him to continue punishing Mu Yan and start a new round of conquest after the refractory period.

But before Shang Qiyue could finish, Mu Yan’s unfocused pupils slowly regained focus. Then he closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and gently blocked Shang Qiyue’s lips with his own.

Even without saying it, both of them knew what Shang Qiyue’s unfinished words were.

Are you still sad? Is it because of Lu Chong?

I’m not sad.

It wasn’t because of Lu Chong.

It was just… because it felt very good.

Even though it wasn’t the first time he had kissed Mu Yan, Shang Qiyue was still nearly stunned.

Mu Yan’s lips were very soft, like jelly or something similar, yet with more warmth.

It was the first time he had so passively accepted Mu Yan’s kiss. Mu Yan’s kissing skills were unexpectedly good, making him feel almost better than he had during the orgasm just now.

Mu Yan had never kissed him like this before.

This charming, proactive Mu Yan who could practically steal one’s soul before, Lu Chong had been the only one to see this side of him.

At the thought of this, Shang Qiyue nearly went mad.

But this was the first time Mu Yan had shown such a side in front of him. He knew if he went mad now, their hard-won progress in their relationship might return to square one overnight.

But why do I have to make progress with Mu Yan? A fleeting question crossed his mind.

Mu Yan had been very gentle and considerate to him before. Why did he have such a strong desire to change the status quo?

He wanted Mu Yan to like him too. He wanted Mu Yan to be as deeply in love with him as he had been with Lu Chong crying so sadly over just a few words.

But why? Wasn’t how it was before good enough?

For a moment, Shang Qiyue didn’t want to be distracted. He didn’t have time to think deeply, and the thought was soon tossed to the back of his mind. He simply held the back of Mu Yan’s head gently and deepened the kiss.

The water surface grew quiet, leaving only their heavy breathing mingling together.

He had to look forward, Mu Yan thought. He didn’t want any more ties to Lu Chong.

Today was the last time. He would never cry for Lu Chong again.

Lu Chong was a bastard. Lu Chong wasn’t worth it. He hated Lu Chong.

“You’ve been soaking too long,” Shang Qiyue lifted him out of the water and brought a bath towel to wrap him up. “You’ll get sick if you stay in any longer.”

But as for Shang Qiyue, he also didn’t know how to face Shang Qiyue.

There were still ten months left on the contract.

Shang Qiyue was very good to him sometimes, but at other times he was very bad, worse than Lu Chong.

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