The Popular/Charismatic Beta Always Thinks They Are Universally Disliked - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Little Wen, Driven by Money, Gets Entangled with His Ex-Husband Again…

“I never want to see you again in this lifetime.”

Wen Zhiyi sent the final message to his husband, then decisively blocked the other party.

Assistant Fang was highly efficient. Not long after Little Wen and Zhuang Zhuang moved into Big Wen’s bachelor apartment, and while still on the way to the vet, he received the contract from Assistant Fang. He quickly and cautiously reviewed the terms, attached his electronic signature, and sent a prompt reply email.

Mr. Little Wen, waiting boredly for Zhuang Zhuang’s routine blood test results, habitually checked his inbox after sending the email, casually anticipating a reply from the law firm he had applied to a week ago.

After checking his professional email, Wen Zhiyi idly switched to his private email, which he hadn’t logged into for eight hundred years. He had registered this account in high school to play the “email drifting bottle” game, which was popular nationwide at the time, with many even using VPNs to communicate with foreign users.

Wen Zhiyi was certainly addicted to it for a few weeks, but once he lost interest, the account was forgotten and remained untouched for years.

Now, logging in again required facial recognition. Since Wen Zhiyi had nothing better to do, he cooperated with the AI instructions and successfully logged into the long-dormant account after a minute. He was immediately stunned by the overflowing inbox.

With $99+$ messages, he couldn’t even begin to scroll. Faced with the dense mail information, he naturally assumed they were “drifting bottles” from strangers over the years.

After all, who would persistently send emails to an account that never replied?

Wen Zhiyi randomly clicked on the most recent email. The date showed August 10th, the very day he submitted his resume to a top-tier law firm a week ago.

The email content was concise, containing only a photograph of a sapphire blue seascape. The photographer clearly had some skill; the photo magnificently captured the vast ocean and the endless horizon. The moist, salty sea breeze seemed to waft out of the image.

He admired the photo for a moment, thought for a bit, and politely replied with two words: Thank you.

Even though the sending account was marked as an anonymous stranger, it genuinely brought Wen Zhiyi a moment of joy, so it was only natural for Wen Zhiyi to return a small kindness.

A notification of a new email in his professional inbox stopped Wen Zhiyi from scrolling further. He switched back without hesitation and found that the law firm he applied to had sent a notification for an interview.

Hmm, it seems this photo is my lucky charm.

Wen Zhiyi teased himself internally.

Switching back to his professional email prevented him from seeing the stranger’s reply. He didn’t think a “drifting bottle” from someone he considered a fleeting acquaintance would respond immediately.

Thus, Wen Zhiyi missed a frantic, yet feignedly calm, probing question from someone. Several messages popping up from the anonymous account once again sank like a stone into the sea without response.

Just then, the finished Zhuang Zhuang was brought back by the Beta nurse. The gentle nurse stroked Zhuang Zhuang’s head and congratulated Wen Zhiyi: “Congratulations, besides being startled, there are no other issues, and no signs of stress like vomiting. You can take him home to rest. Just pay attention to his environment and diet during this time.”

Ah, it truly is my lucky photo.

Wen Zhiyi joyfully took the Golden Shorthair, sweet-talking his thanks to the nurse. His almond eyes, which were usually cool due to the straight edge of his outer corners, instantly looked like sugared apricots. The Beta nurse, directly facing this sweet assault, couldn’t help but smile, and the minor bad mood brought on by a reprimand from her superior a few minutes earlier vanished.

The pet hospital wasn’t far from Wen Zhijie’s apartment, but if he had to walk back under Jing City’s scorching August sun, Wen Zhiyi was certain he and Zhuang Zhuang would end up foaming at the mouth on the side of the road, waiting for emergency rescue.

As he stood under the shade, preparing to call a taxi, an extremely familiar silver sedan smoothly pulled up to the curb. Wen Zhiyi didn’t need to check the license plate to know who it was.

Following the appearance of the rebellious Little Young Master Wei, the inescapable Big Young Master Wei made his grand entrance.

“Big Young Master Wei” was the title people used for Wei Yuzhi many years ago before he fully gained power. Now that he stood at the peak of the Wei family’s authority, most people had to respectfully call him President Wei.

This group, of course, did not include Wen Zhiyi.

Wei Yuzhi was cold and arrogant. Unless Wen Zhiyi was pushed to the extreme and called him by his full name, or was coaxed by him with rare tenderness into using more embarrassing titles, Mr. Little Wen rarely received a clear response when he called out to him.

He didn’t frequently respond to Little Wen, and Little Wen required patient, firm reciprocation. This was perhaps one of the reasons they inevitably headed toward divorce.

Wen Zhiyi kicked a stone by the roadside, frowning in irritation but unwilling to flee. Running away is tiring in this heat.

In just a moment of distraction, the window of the silver sedan slowly lowered. The ample cold air from the car gradually diffused toward Wen Zhiyi. He reflexively narrowed his eyes, and the slight sweat on his forehead stopped.

As the privacy window descended, Wen Zhiyi looked at the back seat of the car with a cold expression.

He first saw the arm resting on the window edge.

Muscular, long, veined, clearly defined, and smoothly contoured. As its owner impatiently tapped the car body, the distinct, raised veins on the arm subtly twitched. Undoubtedly, this was an arm of extreme power.

The luxurious, low-key luster of the wristwatch reflected a dazzling glare in the sunlight. Wen Zhiyi’s eyes were momentarily blinded by the light; he couldn’t see anything but spots of light on his retina.

He subconsciously closed his eyes, his frown deepening.

To Wei Yuzhi, who was sitting casually inside the car, this scene naturally meant Wen Zhiyi didn’t want to see him. In a way, Wei Yuzhi’s understanding wasn’t wrong.

He sneered internally, and a faint, amused stream of air escaped his high, straight nostrils.

Wen Zhiyi clearly heard the sneer but was too lazy to be upset. He chuckled coldly in his mind, thinking that this damned Omega was not mocking him for being delicate for the first time.

Ahhh, he absolutely must get a divorce!

Wei Yuzhi saw the cold smile on that beautiful face. His dark, long eyebrows slightly lifted, and his deep, handsome face showed little emotion. He spat out two words concisely:

“Get in.”

A hint of the Russian blood, diluted through generations in the Wei family, could be seen on his face. His bone structure was extremely three-dimensional and deep-set. His pupils, tinted with a faint blue-gray, easily reminded one of the severe cold wind sweeping across a plateau. His extremely deep and prominent facial contours held no subtle charm, boldly and passionately conveying the most primal and direct handsomeness.

In short, this was a face that could be crudely and easily judged as handsome without needing a second look.

Wen Zhiyi’s looks were the complete opposite: so beautiful and refined that one couldn’t fully appreciate it at first glance, requiring multiple looks before one could be satisfied enough to look away.

He stood rooted to the spot, acting as if he hadn’t heard Wei Yuzhi at all, lowering his head to open a ride-hailing app on his phone.

“Get in, let’s talk about the divorce.”

Wei Yuzhi, with rare patience, repeated himself. He even proactively brought up the previously avoided topic of divorce, coaxing Little Wen into the car.

Little Wen thought for a moment, then decisively walked in through the automatically opening door, speaking in a cold tone: “What instructions does President Wei have?”

Zhuang Zhuang, who was sound asleep in his arms, squirmed. The golden, round head poked out from Wen Zhiyi’s elbow. Little Wen immediately noticed Wei Yuzhi’s gaze fixed on his arm.

Calm, arrogant, and full of scrutiny.

No matter how many times he was subjected to this look, Wen Zhiyi could never get used to it.

He did not accept being looked down upon, did not accept arrogance, and did not accept an inadequate partner.

After a dismissive glance, Wei Yuzhi ignored the cat in Little Wen’s arms. His expression was placid as he refocused his gaze on Wen Zhiyi: “What do you want?”

Wen Zhiyi didn’t quite understand him and instinctively asked with a hint of confusion, “What?”

Wei Yuzhi calmly and methodically repeated, “What do you want? Tell He Xin directly. I can pretend I never saw the divorce agreement.”

Wen Zhiyi finally understood his meaning.

This Omega was trying to solve the divorce issue Wen Zhiyi raised using a method he was familiar with and skilled at.

Wen Zhiyi suddenly smiled and said softly, “But you no longer have anything you can give me.”

What drove him to marry Wei Yuzhi two years ago was the potential he saw in the other man, but that deeply attractive potential had gradually been eroded during their two years of marriage, until he realized that the potential had never actually existed.

Facing Wei Yuzhi’s frown, Wen Zhiyi patiently and calmly explained, “The reason I proposed ending this marriage is that there is no longer anything that sustains both of our needs. I truly ask nothing more of you, truly.”

He no longer had anything he wanted to gain from Wei Yuzhi.

Wei Yuzhi understood.

This handsome, dominant man finally realized that he and Wen Zhiyi weren’t on the same wavelength.

In their marriage, this kind of thing was actually very common. Wen Zhiyi had also gone through a progression from gentle tolerance to the brink of collapse, and now to this state of calm acceptance. He was indeed as he said—asking nothing more of Wei Yuzhi.

Wei Yuzhi blinked his eyes very slowly. His pupils, dark with a hint of blue-gray, were covered by his eyelids for a moment. His excessively high brow bones and deep eye sockets formed a clear and profound crease above his eyelids—a very typical European-style double eyelid.

He seemed surprised by Wen Zhiyi’s words, so he was seriously considering how much truth there was in Mr. Little Wen’s statement. He vaguely thought that the young Beta in front of him might be hoping for some fragile things, like emotional guarantees.

He thought: Wen Zhiyi should ask for something else, something he can give that brings more tangible benefits.

But it doesn’t matter. He can provide timely emotional reassurance when his partner is making a fuss about divorce.

So, after a moment’s thought, Wei Yuzhi said to Wen Zhiyi: “August 10th—the day you proposed divorce a week ago—was our second wedding anniversary. I have consistently remembered this date, as you requested. I have never forgotten anything you’ve said.”

Wen Zhiyi listened calmly to Wei Yuzhi’s cold voice, then suddenly realized that the other party seemed to be trying to explain that even though he hadn’t come home or been in contact on their wedding anniversary a week ago, he still remembered that it was a special day.

It seems I was seriously ill two years ago.

Wen Zhiyi once again lamented this fact. Otherwise, how could he have hallucinated and held expectations for Wei Yuzhi?

Fortunately, he had broken free from the illusion and officially faced reality.

Wen Zhiyi smiled indifferently, his eyes curved like a shining moon.

He told Wei Yuzhi, “There won’t be a third wedding anniversary for you and me, truly.”