The Popular/Charismatic Beta Always Thinks They Are Universally Disliked - Chapter 70

Chapter 70: It Will Happen Later

This was the first time Wei Yuzhi had stepped into Wen Zhiyi’s home.

He felt a subtle sense of being the son-in-law coming to live with the wife’s family, but this inexplicable and complicated feeling was quickly diluted by Wen Zhiyi’s frown. He understood what Wen Zhiyi was thinking in an instant.

Must be careful, cautious, and quiet.

At least, he absolutely could not let Wen Zhijie find out.

Wen Zhiyi took the keys out of his jeans pocket. The keys, dangling a cat acrylic tag, turned twice in the lock. He lightly twisted the handle, stepped inside first, and then raised his chin toward Wei Yuzhi.

Carefully slowing his breath, Wei Yuzhi followed Wen Zhiyi through the door. He subconsciously took in the place where Little Wen lived: soft, bright wooden floors, neat, soft fabric sofa, clean, delicate curtains… not luxurious, but warm and comfortable enough.

A soft, warm ball of fur bumped his feet. He looked down and met a pair of emerald vertical pupils that emitted a faint, deep glow in the dark.

Wen Zhiyi picked up the cat before Wei Yuzhi could, quickly grabbed a handful of freeze-dried treats from the dispenser, and stuffed them into the chubby cat’s mouth. The top priority was to silence Zhuangzhuang.

The docile golden shaded cat quietly accepted the transaction.

It nestled in Wen Zhiyi’s arms, chewing and tilting its head to size up the completely unfamiliar Wei Yuzhi.

Wei Yuzhi accepted the scrutiny calmly. His gaze fixed on the cat’s short, thick neck, where a string of gem-encrusted bracelets was hanging. Based on his understanding of Wen Zhiyi, the latter would never be so bored as to put a string of bracelets on a cat.

The cool, clear luster, the sharp and complex cutting process, the highly classic setting design… Wei Yuzhi could certainly see the bracelet’s high value.

He subconsciously reached for his own wrist, but he never wore bracelets. Whether gem, wood, shell, or any other material, Wei Yuzhi was always uninterested in purely decorative items that served no practical purpose beyond aesthetic display. He only ever wore a wristwatch.

So, he decisively took off his watch and gently placed it on the cat’s broad back.

The cold wristwatch slid down the cat’s smooth fur the moment it touched it, finally stopping on Wen Zhiyi’s forearm. He felt a cool, delicate touch. He looked down and saw an extremely familiar watch.

Wei Yuzhi was not a nostalgic person and usually chose watches randomly, but this one, from Ms. Wu, he had worn the longest. He had once ordered several matching themed couple watches and placed them by Wen Zhiyi’s bedside, asking him to pick one he liked to wear for fun.

However, Wen Zhiyi was even more minimalist than Wei Yuzhi; he not only didn’t wear bracelets but didn’t wear a wristwatch either. So they were all left at the Foothills Villa, never worn even once.

The only two pieces of jewelry he had ever worn were the engagement ring and the wedding ring.

Little Wen, who had been cooled down, used his fingertip to pick up the watch. The heavy metal watch face and the light, smooth alligator leather strap. He calmly glanced at the watch in his hand, thought for a moment, and placed it on the dining table.

Wei Yuzhi was currently standing in the hallway between the living room and the bedroom. Moonlight shone on him through the living room’s floor-to-ceiling window. The crisp, slightly cool silhouette, from his low-matte leather shoes to the shirt cuffs rolled up to his elbows, was clearly reflected on the floor.

He watched Wen Zhiyi’s movements with focus, while simultaneously showing acceptance of whatever followed.

Wen Zhiyi smiled.

He pulled out fever reducers from the medicine cabinet and calmly handed them to Wei Yuzhi.

Wei Yuzhi reached out to take them, then swallowed them directly without changing his expression.

Wen Zhiyi stared at him for a second, then emitted a sound from his nose that was neither a laugh nor a snort. Putting away his smile, he suddenly whispered: “…Autumn has begun.”

“Are you cold?” Wei Yuzhi reached out to check his temperature.

Wen Zhiyi clicked his tongue, swatting away Wei Yuzhi’s self-important hand. He gestured toward the large pile of clothes on Wei Yuzhi’s back and said casually: “I’m too lazy to buy clothes this autumn and winter.”

Wei Yuzhi frowned.

The hand grasping the bed sheet slowly tightened, desperately trying one last struggle: “The nesting period is very difficult.”

He looked at Wen Zhiyi with a soft plea and a subtle reluctance, emphasizing again: “I need your scent. Can you leave me…”

“Yes, the nesting period is difficult, but can you avoid going through it?” Wen Zhiyi interrupted him, staring into his eyes. Those beautiful almond-shaped eyes became the only thing he could see at that moment. “Without this pile of clothes, you still have to find a way to get through the nesting period.”

The nesting period had to be endured.

Wei Yuzhi had to find other ways.

His breathing suddenly deepened.

The best way was standing right in front of him.

An indescribable ecstasy and disbelief hammered at his heart. He instantly sobered up. The next second, he wanted to kiss Wen Zhiyi’s neck, but he stopped abruptly at the last moment, fiercely holding down the hand that instinctively reached out. He struggled to restrain himself, his arm trembling from the effort, and asked Wen Zhiyi seriously: “…Is it okay?”

Can I re-enter your world, your life, your heart?

Wen Zhiyi did not answer. Instead, he turned and walked to his room door, gave Wei Yuzhi a cold, reserved smile, and then pulled the door open and walked into the bedroom.

He did not close the door.

Wei Yuzhi gripped his cane, trembling, and followed closely without hesitation, dragging his limping leg. Even now, he remembered Wen Zhiyi’s demand for quietness, gritting his teeth to prevent the heels of his leather shoes from clacking on the floor. Finally impatient, he simply kicked off his leather shoes and ran barefoot.

The smooth, crisp jacket, the soft, smooth silk shirt, the innermost men’s vest… Wen Zhiyi sat on the edge of the bed, turning his head to watch Wei Yuzhi undress piece by piece until his upper body was bare. The other person kept staring at him throughout the entire process, as if confirming whether he would change his mind.

He stretched his foot to reach the hand Wei Yuzhi had placed on his belt. His entire sole pressed against the cold metal buckle through Wei Yuzhi’s hand. He clearly felt the vigorous, lively, and vibrant veins pulsing on the back of the other’s hand.

“What are you thinking?” Wen Zhiyi smiled again, slowly increasing the pressure of his foot, ruthlessly mocking the overly excited Omega. “Do you need to take off your trousers for the nesting period?”

It seems not.

Wei Yuzhi forced himself to calm down.

He let go of the hand resting on the leather belt and sat down on the edge of the bed next to Wen Zhiyi.

He finally remembered to look at Wen Zhiyi’s current bedroom.

A book and a phone lay on the bedside table. A cardboard box was piled in the corner. An unfinished bottle of bayberry juice and a few half-read books lay on the desk—he knew Wen Zhiyi’s habit of reading several books simultaneously, flipping through one for a few hours, then another, calling it “switching up his thinking.” A backpack hung on the coat rack. A floor lamp with pretty tassel feathers stood by the bed. Wen Zhiyi was currently playing with the hanging feathers, waiting calmly for him to finish observing.

“Done looking? Want to comment?”

Wen Zhiyi began to take off his hoodie.

He didn’t much like wearing formal clothes and usually wore casual clothes like T-shirts, hoodies, or jackets outside of work hours.

The hooded sweatshirt was a little difficult to take off. Wei Yuzhi reached out to help, stretching the collar open, then pulling the two sleeves straight. Wen Zhiyi smoothly slipped out of the hoodie.

His hair was a bit messy, having returned to its half-long, messy, covering style, slightly obscuring his glistening eyes and elegant brows.

Wei Yuzhi was disappointed to find that Little Wen was still wearing a T-shirt.

A Crayon Shin-chan printed T-shirt.

Clear lines of arms and shoulders, abdominal contours visible through the T-shirt, and messy yet youthful hair… Wen Zhiyi wasn’t wearing the age-adding rimless glasses now. Sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his arms, he looked incredibly innocent. Wei Yuzhi felt both excited and flustered, experiencing a rare hesitation to reach out and help him take off the next layer.

Wen Zhiyi, of course, did not continue undressing.

He kicked off his slippers, lay down on the bed first, then smiled slightly at Wei Yuzhi, and patted the empty space beside him.

If the chubby cat were here, it would assume this was a signal directed at it.

Wei Yuzhi slightly relaxed his extremely tense shoulders and back, and lay down beside Wen Zhiyi with controlled movements, appearing both cautious and careful. However, the moment he lay down, his arm, as if guided by radar, accurately found Wen Zhiyi’s waist and abdomen, then explored upwards to his shoulder. First, he subtly leaned closer to the other person, then gently placed his arm around Wen Zhiyi’s shoulder.

Wen Zhiyi didn’t move or speak.

He can continue.

Wei Yuzhi abruptly turned to face Wen Zhiyi, urgently burying his face in the other’s neck. His hand moved down again, resting on Wen Zhiyi’s leg, and instinctively tried to lift Wen Zhiyi’s leg onto his own body—they had always slept this way for the past two years. He was merely following his own habits, and Wen Zhiyi’s habits.

Soft, semi-long strands of hair fell on his face. In this warm moment, completely enveloped by his partner’s scent, Wei Yuzhi felt the urge to choke up and cry. The tears he hadn’t shed in the past twenty-seven years were particularly uncontrollable these past few days.

He wanted to greedily kiss Wen Zhiyi’s neck, to absorb the faint Beta pheromones he needed most right now. This was the Omega’s nesting instinct, and what Wen Zhiyi had already prepared for.

Little Wen blinked, reaching out a hand to gently rest on Wei Yuzhi’s back, stroking him casually. He was never one to regret a decision once made. Since he decided to help Wei Yuzhi through his nesting period, he certainly wouldn’t deliberately hide his neck now.

He lazily waited for the lips and tongue about to descend, but a thought abruptly flashed through his mind—the documents he had once read.

Seventeen-year-old Wei Yuzhi also suffered from insomnia.

He stayed up all night in the shooting range, pulling the trigger expressionlessly, neither expecting help from others nor resenting his fate. The only thought burning in his heart was revenge.

For a teenager who had almost lost everything in a short period, insomnia was truly a trivial problem.

Pain, conflict, struggle, anger… seventeen-year-old Wen Zhiyi and seventeen-year-old Wei Yuzhi had both struggled in sleepless nights.

Now, they were reunited in a sleepless night, but they had become each other’s remedy for sleep.

Wen Zhiyi suddenly felt moisture in his eyes.

He didn’t cry.

So who was shedding tears?

The Omega tightly hugging him gasped in a poor attempt to cover up his feelings, then awkwardly and urgently kissed his eyes. The soft lips and tongue were like a butterfly lingering in a flower patch—Wen Zhiyi’s eyelashes were the beloved blossoms of this butterfly. Wei Yuzhi carefully kissed them, quietly kissing away the fragile proof he had inadvertently left behind.

His first kiss on Wen Zhiyi landed on his eyes.

Wen Zhiyi paused. He reached out to grasp Wei Yuzhi’s firm shoulders and back, just as he had two years ago on the snowy plateau, and lifted his head, accepting the kiss.

“Did you get what you wanted?” he asked, referring to Lady Wei.

“Not yet,” Wei Yuzhi replied, referring to Wen Zhiyi.

Wen Zhiyi understood, so he softly said: “It will happen later.”

-The End of the Full Text.-