The Husband From the Original Pairing is Now Divorced - Chapter 34

Chapter 34: Date — Kissing Baby’s Tummy

“Done talking?”

Passing through the corridor, Sheng Jia saw Zhou Zifei waiting for him at the top of the stairs.

He responded with a complex hum. Seeing this, Zhou Zihuan quietly headed downstairs from the other side, leaving the two of them some space.

“What did she say to you? She didn’t speak ill of me, did she?”

Zhou Zifei smiled as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind Sheng Jia’s ear. In truth, he was quite anxious; he had done many crazy things in the past, and if Zhou Zihuan had mentioned any of them, it might have scared Sheng Jia away.

Sheng Jia shook his head. He took a step closer to the man, looked left and right to ensure no one was around, and then tugged on Zhou Zifei’s sleeve, gesturing for him to lean down and listen.

“Ms. Zhou showed me your photos. Looking at you now, I never would have guessed you were once so thin and frail.”

Warm breath brushed against Zhou Zifei’s ear. He froze for a moment, his gaze landing on Sheng Jia’s face, only to find a trace of heartache hidden in those eyes.

“That was then. I’m certainly not frail now. Come on, Teacher Sheng, feel for yourself.”

Zhou Zifei lightly brushed off the past. He reached out and pulled the man into his arms, tensing his muscles to show off the smooth, hard lines of his physique, and guided Sheng Jia’s hand to rest on them.

He didn’t seem to care about the past at all; he just wanted to tease Sheng Jia with a smile, pulling him to feel his abs one moment and threatening to carry him downstairs with one arm the next.

“Stop… stop messing around, let go… I’m not touching…”

Sheng Jia’s face flushed as he tried to pull his hand away, but Zhou Zifei gripped his wrist and guided it under his shirt. Sheng Jia’s fingertips tightened as he tried to form a fist to escape, but feeling that warm, powerful male body, he couldn’t help but feel curious.

“Is Teacher Sheng shy?”

“Let’s go to the bathroom then…”

Zhou Zifei laughed softly as he carried him toward the second-floor bathroom. Sheng Jia initially struggled, but after Zhou Zifei caught his chin and gave him a quick, deep kiss, he simply wrapped his arms around Zhou Zifei’s neck and allowed himself to be carried in.

The moment they entered the bathroom, Sheng Jia’s vision blurred—

Zhou Zifei had actually taken off his shirt, boldly revealing his upper body.

“Baby, look.”

The scent of citrus from Zhou Zifei’s skin hit him. Sheng Jia quickly closed his eyes, his cheeks glowing red.

“I-I’m not looking!”

However, his protesting hands were pressed directly against Zhou Zifei’s chest. His fair, slender fingers sank into the skin. Within seconds, it felt as if Sheng Jia had “poofed” into smoke from head to toe; even his neatly trimmed fingertips turned a shy shade of pink.

Zhou Zifei looked down at the two trembling hands on his chest and drawled with a sigh, “Whoa—”

“I didn’t realize Teacher Sheng was so lustful. You say you aren’t looking, but your hands are certainly busy feeling.”

Sheng Jia immediately opened his eyes to protest: “I am not!”

His gaze drifted upward and met Zhou Zifei’s teasing eyes. As if burned, he immediately retracted his hands and turned around, back to Zhou Zifei.

Sheng Jia felt as though he had a high fever; his head was swimming, and even his breath was scorching hot.

“Don’t let go. I never said you couldn’t touch. You can touch me anywhere…”

Zhou Zifei hugged Sheng Jia from behind. His arm crossed Sheng Jia’s waist, and as his bare chest pressed against Sheng Jia’s spine, he felt the man in his arms shiver.

“P-Put your clothes back on quickly, and stop saying such ridiculous things…”

Sheng Jia struggled, but the heat and scent of Zhou Zifei’s skin kept burrowing into him like countless little snakes flicking their tongues, making his legs go weak.

“That won’t do. I need Teacher Sheng to clearly realize that I am very strong now, not just ‘not frail’—”

Zhou Zifei tilted his head, his lips grazing the side of Sheng Jia’s ear and traveling down, finally stopping at that fair neck.

“I also have a lot of strength.”

As soon as he spoke, Sheng Jia felt a heat on his neck as a heart-shaped red mark appeared on his skin.

“Hah…”

Sheng Jia’s body slumped downward instantly as a surge of heat rushed through him, washing over his senses.

Zhou Zifei was quick to catch him, preventing Sheng Jia’s weak legs from hitting the floor.

“Still won’t admit you’re lustful? You’re already falling apart after just one little kiss.”

Zhou Zifei tightened his arms, his palms squeezing Sheng Jia’s waist. He spoke with ragged breath, the air blowing into Sheng Jia’s ear, making him flinch from the itch.

But there was nowhere left for his body to flee.

Sheng Jia leaned back into Zhou Zifei’s embrace with his eyes closed, his hands resting powerlessly on those muscled arms, completely unaware that his sweater had been hiked up.

“Baby, look in the mirror. You’re the one who is too thin…”

Zhou Zifei’s fingers tilted Sheng Jia’s chin. Sheng Jia looked over with wet lashes.

In the mirror, the two stood one behind the other. Zhou Zifei already had broad shoulders, and with his shirt off, his muscles were even more defined—his back like a range of mountains. Sheng Jia’s frame looked a full size smaller by comparison.

Zhou Zifei’s hand was rolled into the hem of Sheng Jia’s sweater, revealing a waist as thin as paper and glowing white.

In an instant, Sheng Jia’s pale, slender waist formed a sharp contrast with Zhou Zifei’s slightly darker, hardened waistline.

“The waist is so thin, so soft… feels like it would break with a gentle squeeze.”

Broad palms covered the sides of his waist and gave a squeeze. As expected, Sheng Jia’s abdomen tightened, and he swayed slightly.

“Baby’s waist is so thin and shallow. No wonder it can’t hold much; you get full after eating just a little.”

Zhou Zifei spoke softly, his rough palms rubbing over the soft stomach. Sheng Jia whimpered and twisted his waist to escape.

“Don’t… don’t touch… it tickles… it’s uncomfortable…”

The corners of Sheng Jia’s eyes were red. He arched his back, refusing to let Zhou Zifei touch him further.

“Then let me kiss it, okay?”

Zhou Zifei’s palms slid down to grip Sheng Jia’s hips. He leaned down, first pecking Sheng Jia’s cheek.

“Kiss… where?”

Sheng Jia asked in a small voice, his tone carrying a hint of a sob.

“Kissing Baby’s tummy, okay?”

…

…

After the fourth time telling Zhou Jiayi that Teacher Sheng was busy and had things to discuss with his uncle, Zhou Zihuan finally lost her patience.

She glanced upstairs. Her expression went from serious to frowning, and finally to one of utter shock.

They wouldn’t be ‘doing it’ upstairs, would they?

There were no “supplies” at home, and Zhou Jiayi, a kindergartner, was right here. If he ran upstairs to find them while she wasn’t looking…

Zhou Zihuan couldn’t sit still.

Just as she was debating whether to go upstairs and give them a polite reminder, there was movement on the second floor.

Zhou Zifei appeared looking refreshed, with a look of satiation that only adults understand. However, his shirt wasn’t tucked in properly, part of his collar was folded inward, the hem was rumpled, and there was a suspicious dark damp spot.

Sheng Jia followed, his face flushed, hair damp with sweat and clinging to his forehead. He was holding his stomach with a strange expression, and there was a very clear, faint red finger mark on his jawline.

They walked downstairs close together—well, mostly Zhou Zifei was holding Sheng Jia’s shoulder, looking as if he wanted to carry him down directly.

“Are you thirsty, Baby? Shall I pour you some water in a bit?”

“No need…”

“Why ‘no need’? Just now—”

“Stop talking—”

Sheng Jia pinched Zhou Zifei’s waist in shame and annoyance. But it was very hard there; he pinched for a long time only to catch a bit of skin, unable to grab any actual flesh.

“Hiss… alright, I’ll stop.”

Zhou Zifei shut his mouth, but despite the stinging at his waist, he still looked as though he were basking in a spring breeze as he held Sheng Jia.

Sheng Jia pursed his lips, his face still burning. Once downstairs, he avoided Zhou Zihuan’s gaze and didn’t dare look at Zhou Jiayi.

“Do you two have plans for the afternoon?”

Zhou Zihuan calmly pushed a cup of hot water toward Sheng Jia. Sheng Jia saw a few goji berries floating inside and thanked her with reddening ears.

He only hoped his interpretation of Zhou Zihuan’s “thoughtfulness” was just him overthinking things.

“I’m taking Teacher Sheng to the nearby mall.”

Zhou Zifei took the cup, blew on the water to cool it, and then handed it to Sheng Jia.

Zhou Zihuan raised an eyebrow, sounding a bit skeptical: “Just a mall trip?”

“No, we’re going to buy… buy, buy clothes, but mostly some daily necessities.”

Sheng Jia twisted Zhou Zifei’s waist again. Zhou Zifei turned his head and gave Sheng Jia a very aggrieved look.

Sheng Jia was furious. How dare Zhou Zifei feel aggrieved!

Back in the bathroom, he had said no, that they couldn’t kiss anymore, but this man wouldn’t listen. He had gripped his waist and licked and bit, with the result that Sheng Jia had…

When Zhou Zifei discovered it, he had just smiled and said, “It’s okay, it’s okay. I’ll clean it up for Teacher Sheng.”

Sheng Jia was so angry he grabbed Zhou Zifei’s shirt and kicked him out, cleaning himself up while cursing Zhou Zifei for being a bastard.

Sheng Jia shifted his weight. Because it had been a long time since he had “released,” there was quite a lot; he even feared the cold, moist liquid might run down his leg. The sensation made him unable to sit still.

“Fine, go then. Zhou Jiayi, you’re coming to the salon with Mommy. Don’t keep pestering Teacher Sheng.”

Zhou Zihuan called Zhou Jiayi to her side, ignoring her son’s reluctant expression.

Around 2:00 PM, Zhou Zifei drove Sheng Jia out. There was a large mall nearby, only a five or six-minute drive away.

Since Sheng Jia’s most urgent need was a change of clothes, Zhou Zifei was reliable this time and took him to buy new outfits first. While Sheng Jia changed, he didn’t disturb him further, simply tucking the soiled clothes neatly into a bag.

When Sheng Jia emerged from the restroom looking refreshed, he finally found Zhou Zifei a bit more tolerable and wasn’t quite as angry.

To be fair, it was also his own fault.

After all, though his mouth said no, his hands had been holding Zhou Zifei’s head, refusing to let go. He had even voluntarily lifted his sweater and arched his chest to let Zhou Zifei kiss higher up.

Recalling the glimpse of himself he caught in the mirror, Sheng Jia’s face still heated up.

How… How did I look so desperate?

Tears, saliva, his whole face is a mess…

“Teacher Sheng, what’s wrong?”

Zhou Zifei saw Sheng Jia standing there staring at him blankly. He didn’t know what the man was thinking about to make his cheeks so red and his eyes so watery, so he couldn’t help but ask.

Sheng Jia snapped back to reality. He quickly lowered his head and started to walk away.

“N-Nothing. Let’s go.”

Zhou Zifei caught the man who was walking away with his head down. With a pull of his arm, Sheng Jia was nudged back against his chest.

“What’s the rush?”

Zhou Zifei grazed the tip of Sheng Jia’s perky nose with his finger and smiled. “This is our first date as a couple. Don’t you want to browse a bit longer?”

Date.

Sheng Jia hadn’t heard that word in years.

After marrying Yu Xianghang, they rarely went out on dates.

But in truth, Sheng Jia had always wanted to go on dates, holding hands. He liked wandering around together; even a small supermarket trip would have satisfied him.

Sheng Jia’s expression softened. He looked up at Zhou Zifei and answered, “I want to browse.”

His tone carried a hint of playfulness and happiness that he didn’t even notice.

Zhou Zifei looked at the person in his arms and suddenly let out a sigh of contentment.

“T-This is…?”

“Baby, today you can browse whatever you want and buy whatever you want. Your boyfriend is covering everything.”

Being stared at by Sheng Jia’s bright, curved, smiling eyes, Zhou Zifei felt he would willingly buy the entire mall for him.

Sheng Jia couldn’t help but laugh, his lips red and teeth white—he was dazzlingly beautiful.

…

Zhou Zifei was serious. Sheng Jia clearly didn’t realize this at first; he thought Zhou Zifei was just teasing him.

Until Zhou Zifei pulled a card from his pocket and, with a “swipe,” bought the coat Sheng Jia had only been casually trying on.

Only then did Sheng Jia realize that Zhou Zifei really meant what he said. It was completely different from Yu Xianghang, who would say such things just to make him happy without following through.

But he wasn’t with Zhou Zifei for these things. If Zhou Zifei kept acting this way, it would inevitably create a rift between them.

Though Sheng Jia thought this, he knew he couldn’t say it like that.

“Zifei, that coat from just now—let’s consider it a gift for our first day of dating. I’ll pick something for you today too. Don’t you dare pay for it without saying a word again.”

Sheng Jia smiled as he took the shopping bag. How could Zhou Zifei not understand what he meant?

“Alright, then Teacher Sheng better pick carefully.”

Zhou Zifei took Sheng Jia’s hand and gave it a swing.

They wandered for a long time, and finally, Sheng Jia chose a metal wristwatch for Zhou Zifei.

“Teacher Sheng is giving me something for my hand. Are you trying to lock me down with the strap?”

Zhou Zifei naturally loved the gift. He touched the watch on his wrist and teased Sheng Jia again.

“Don’t talk nonsense—”

Sheng Jia was holding Zhou Zifei’s hand to adjust the strap, his lowered lashes trembling, hiding his expression.

He just felt that Zhou Zifei was very suited for a watch like this.

Zhou Zifei’s hands were larger than his, his knuckles distinct. When he exerted a bit of force, the veins on the back of his hand would stand out—especially when he gripped his chin to kiss him…

Sheng Jia’s heart began to race as he recalled the moment in the bathroom when Zhou Zifei gripped his chin and kissed him deeply. That feeling of being invaded and dominated was something Sheng Jia couldn’t help but be addicted to.

Perhaps he really was, as Zhou Zifei said, someone who craved intimacy.

“Baby, you’ve dazed off several times today. What are you thinking about every time?”

Zhou Zifei’s face zoomed in. His thumb again pinched the spot where a mark had been left not long ago.

Staring at that handsome, sharp face, Sheng Jia couldn’t help but tilt his head back for a moment. His gaze grew hazy, and his lips parted involuntarily.

A soft laugh sounded, and Sheng Jia’s cheek was lightly patted.

“How come my little pervert opens his mouth every time he looks at me?”

Zhou Zifei’s fingertips lingered on the soft flesh of Sheng Jia’s cheek, his voice dropping low.

They were standing in a corner between two shops in the mall. People could walk by at any moment, but Zhou Zifei didn’t seem to care. He slowly leaned down, making a move to kiss Sheng Jia.

Fortunately, as their breaths mingled, Sheng Jia snapped back to his senses and pushed Zhou Zifei away with a red face.

“I-I’m going to the restroom. Wait here for me.”

Sheng Jia ran off in a panic, his retreating figure looking flustered. He didn’t look back, and so he completely missed the fact that Zhou Zifei was laughing so hard behind him he could barely stand.

After entering the restroom, Sheng Jia splashed his face with cold water. Looking at the person in the mirror who was red from his face down to his neck, he cursed himself for being so useless.

Taking a few deep breaths, he repeatedly told himself not to be so easy and not to think about intimacy at every turn. Only then could he finally walk out calmly.

Sheng Jia lowered his head to smooth his damp hair as he hurried back toward the corner, only to collide unexpectedly with a passerby.

With a thud, a paper bag fell to the ground. Sheng Jia and a middle-aged woman stopped in their tracks.

“Ah, I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

Sheng Jia quickly crouched down to hand the fallen bag back. A hand with very fair, slightly wrinkled skin reached out at the same time.

“I’m fine, you—”

The woman’s concerned voice sounded above Sheng Jia’s head, yet it was like a bolt of lightning striking his brain.

For several seconds, a loud roar erupted in his ears. The tiled floor before him looked like an old television malfunctioning, flickering with chaotic static.

The past was unsealed along with this voice that had only appeared in his memories for many years—

“Jiajia, Daddy… Daddy is just playing with Mommy. It’s okay.”

“Your father is just in a bad mood. It’s fine, Jiajia, don’t be afraid. Mommy doesn’t hurt.”

“Sheng Qianlong! Don’t you touch that money, that’s Jiajia’s tuition!”

“Jiajia, are… are you okay? Does your body hurt? Mommy will take you to the hospital, Mommy is taking you to the hospital right now!”

“Jiajia, Mommy is useless. Mommy can’t hold on anymore… Mommy loves you.”

…

…

Sheng Jia slowly lifted his head. He could clearly hear his own bones creaking. He seemed to have turned into a stiff robot, all circuits dead. Sparks flew into his eyes, bringing a burning, stinging sensation.

“Mom…?”

A familiar face was exposed to his sight.

Straight, thin eyebrows; curved, smiling eyes; a small and delicate face.

She looked just as she had years ago, only with more wrinkles at the corners of her eyes—a bit more aged than before.

“You… you are… Jiajia?”

The woman before him widened her eyes in shock. Her lips trembled, her face turned visibly pale, and her whole body began to shake violently.

After twenty years apart, Sheng Jia never imagined they would meet again like this.

He froze on the spot. His first reaction was actually to look at the skin of Lu He’s exposed forearm. Before she left, Sheng Qianlong had left a bloody knife wound there.

Has that wound healed?

Did it leave an ugly scar similar to his?

Sheng Jia was anxious and desperate to know.

…

The skin there was smooth and clear. There wasn’t a single trace left.