The Popular/Charismatic Beta Always Thinks They Are Universally Disliked - Chapter 44

Chapter 44: Never Insomnia Again

On this night, at the very end of August and before the arrival of September, Wen Zhiyi had a very long dream.

In the dream, he seemed to have returned to the time two years ago when he suffered from insomnia. Having insomnia inside one’s own dream sounded like a strange thing.

Wen Zhiyi looked down at the pale, clearly veined back of his hand, not realizing he was in a dream.

On the ring finger of his left hand was a deep, rich blue diamond ring.

He reached out blankly, instinctively touching the ring, momentarily unable to recall who had placed it there.

Who made him willingly wear a ring? Who made him enter into marriage so quickly?

A deep embrace, carrying the scent of a woody-toned cologne, wrapped around him from behind. He felt as if he had fallen into the soft, furry belly of a large animal, intimately enveloped by this creature into its flesh and blood.

“Insomnia again?” The Omega lying beside him asked in a calm tone.

Wen Zhiyi did not speak.

He stubbornly moved to the other side, not really wanting to answer the owner of the voice.

The low voice near his ear chuckled with unknown meaning, then abruptly closed the distance. It was so close that Wen Zhiyi instinctively held his breath. He could feel a fiery breath lingering on the back of his neck.

“Wen Zhiyi, have you actually slept for twenty hours combined this week?” Wei Yuzhi tightened the arm wrapped around little Wen’s waist and abdomen, burying his face in the back of the other’s neck, affectionately and lingeringly rubbing it a few times. He asked him in a calm voice with an expressionless face.

Wei Yuzhi hadn’t slept either, of course.

How could he sleep? How could he fall asleep? His beloved Wen Zhiyi was lying next to him, tossing and turning.

A look that could be called helplessness gradually appeared on that devastatingly handsome face. Wei Yuzhi wanted to turn Wen Zhiyi over to look at his expression, just like he used to turn over the soldier figurines in the glass case when he was a child.

But Wen Zhiyi wasn’t a figurine, and he couldn’t forcefully flip little Wen over.

Wen Zhiyi wasn’t even a book; no matter how much he wanted to know what was in the other’s heart, he couldn’t flip open Wen Zhiyi’s inner feelings to see.

He sighed and hugged Wen Zhiyi tightly. The hand around the other’s waist and abdomen traced upward along the smooth, soft pajamas, finally stopping at his chest. He quietly felt the fist-sized flesh and blood beating within, listening for the regular heartbeat with his palm.

Wen Zhiyi, in most cases, did not like to evade problems with silence. He seemed low-desire, restrained, cold, and tinged with sweetness, but he was actually sharp and merciless. When he had to lay his heart bare, he was often the one who first wielded the knife.

However, in the dream, he seemed unwilling to speak, quietly letting the man behind him embrace his waist and abdomen, feeling drowsy yet restless. No matter what posture he adopted, he felt some hard, persistent object pressing against his limbs, but he searched his whole body and couldn’t find it.

Wei Yuzhi let him toss and turn, moving along with him. If Wen Zhiyi wanted to sleep on his side, he would cooperatively offer his arm as a pillow. If Wen Zhiyi wanted to sleep on his back, he would subtly tense his muscles and gently rest his arm on little Wen’s shoulder. In short, no matter how he moved, he remained embraced.

Wei Yuzhi gently played with Wen Zhiyi’s fingers. He clasped the other’s hand with his own, pressing these two parts—both with intricate bone structure and clever muscles—together, then casually observing and comparing them.

His fingers were slightly harder than Wen Zhiyi’s, just like his heart.

He should be the one with the harder heart compared to Wen Zhiyi.

“He is not in any danger; he is alive and well in the United States.” Wei Yuzhi’s deep, cold voice suddenly sounded in Wen Zhiyi’s ear. He watched little Wen, who frowned abruptly because of these words, and slowly continued, word by word, “I sent people to the Chen family, but the answers they gave were vague. This is all He Xin could find out.”

Little Wen’s new husband had a naturally handsome, arrogant face full of intimidation. If one looked closely at Wei Yuzhi’s eyes, one would notice a hint of exoticism from his high brow bone and deep eye sockets, which was further confirmed by his black eyes tinged with a shade of grey-green.

Cold, sharp, condescending, and indifferent.

Wei Yuzhi wore this face and this expression as he said to Wen Zhiyi:

“So, can you sleep for a little while now?”

After this sentence, he slowly pressed his forehead against Wen Zhiyi’s, finally revealing a relaxation and gentleness that was completely different from any other time.

When they were close enough to see only each other’s eyes, all Wen Zhiyi could see were Wei Yuzhi’s eyes.

In the dim light of the bedside lamp, Wen Zhiyi looked at Wei Yuzhi’s close eyes, finally realizing that the Omega had found that stubborn, hard thing that kept him awake long before he did.

Wei Yuzhi gently stroked the hair on the back of little Wen’s neck. After embracing Wen Zhiyi into his flesh, he slowly whispered:

“Sleep for a bit. When you wake up, everything will be better.”

The Wen Zhiyi in the dream seemed to have no memory of the subsequent two years. He buried his face in Wei Yuzhi’s chest in relief. Upon hearing the other’s familiar, steady, and regular heartbeat, he belatedly lifted his head, wanting to see Wei Yuzhi’s expression.

Then, Wei Yuzhi pressed the back of his head, forcefully tucking him back into his embrace.

Don’t worry about anyone else, including me. Just fall asleep peacefully, and I will always, consistently wait for you to wake up.

This dream was a reflection of the true past.

Wen Zhiyi’s insomnia inexplicably healed after marrying Wei Yuzhi. He no longer suffered from insomnia for anyone, nor did he toss and turn over anything. Anyway, everything would be better when he woke up.

Anyway, whether he slept or not, there was always a hand that never left, peacefully clasping his own.

The owner of this hand also had obvious flaws and shortcomings. He was not a perfect lover, nor was he a completely satisfactory partner, but he would never leave. No matter what happened, he would never let go, nor could he let go. Even when challenged, reshaped, and his understanding was completely overturned, and even when he was clearly told he was a failed partner, the owner of this hand would never depart.

Because nothing was more important than Wen Zhiyi.

Dignity, bottom lines, principles, perception… these things were all important, but compared to Wen Zhiyi, they were no longer so important.

Wen Zhiyi woke up from the dream, frowning as he recalled the content. After fully remembering it, he got out of bed with a dark expression, walked out of the room to pour himself a glass of water, and gulped it down in one breath. He then wrapped himself in the quilt and lay back down.

He knew, of course, what the ultimate direction of the dream would be.

Therefore, he had no patience or need to think about it further.

The annoying pest continues to be annoying even in a dream.

Little Wen hugged the quilt and fell asleep again. This time, he fell asleep quickly, after all, his insomnia problem had indeed completely healed.

This time, he didn’t dream again; he had a good night’s sleep.

Because he knew that everything would be better when he woke up.

Because tonight, he truly needed a stable, water-like, soft sleep.