The Popular/Charismatic Beta Always Thinks They Are Universally Disliked - Chapter 8

Chapter 8: His Husband Doesn’t Seem to Be Named Chen Que

“I regret that you despise me to this extent.” The young, handsome Beta slowly and firmly restrained Wei Yuzhi’s finger that intended to explore his mouth, finally speaking the truth he had been agonizing over without evasion. Although he spoke of “regret,” his expression was one of exhaustion and tranquility.

“Since both you and I are tired of this marriage, signing the papers shouldn’t be a problem for you.”

The moment Wen Zhiyi’s words fell, an overwhelming, intense scent of brandy instantly filled the entire private room. He felt as if he had plunged into a massive, violent vat of brandy. The rich, deep, and spicy, viscous Omega pheromones enveloped him in an invisible, powerful scent net. Under the scouring of this extremely intense pheromone, he immediately fell into a slight state of trance, akin to being drunk.

The elegant, restrained, smooth, and mellow pheromones he had occasionally smelled before now erupted like a torrenting waterfall. He struggled to lift his head and look at the tall, expressionless Omega standing in front of him, belatedly realizing what such a violently intense pheromone burst signified.

Impatience, urgency, anger, confusion… All the emotions that had made their farewells to Wei Yuzhi years ago—at the moment he was forced to accept the fact that “both of us are tired of this marriage”—

They swept down without hesitation, like a violent eruption of billowing snow.

The Omega, who maintained a peaceful expression, could no longer control his pheromones. Under this intensity of pheromone leakage, comparable to a Nesting Period, the Beta, who was usually immune to pheromones, finally smelled the furious brandy scent that symbolized his emotions.

Wei Yuzhi maintained the posture of enveloping Wen Zhiyi beneath him, slowly leaning closer bit by bit, and then stopped at a distance just shy of touching the Beta’s ear. He spoke in the gentle, pitying tone that Wen Zhiyi was extremely familiar with, the kind that only appeared in the depths of their night-time passionate nest, whispering in his ear:

“You say there’s nothing left between us to sustain our needs, but what if I still demand something from you?”

Still demand something from him?

Wen Zhiyi struggled to regain consciousness from the flood of the other’s enveloping pheromones. The Beta’s extremely stable physiological state allowed him to quickly become immune to Wei Yuzhi’s aggressive pheromones. He felt an almost uncontrollable urge to analyze what this concentration of pheromones actually meant.

However, just as he gasped and lifted his eyes, desperately trying to see the man clearly, the progress bar next to the man, pulled to the top, suddenly rushed into his view like a raging flame. The shattered gray heart was like a searing spark burned onto his retina.

Wen Zhiyi abruptly sobered up.

It’s been enough—

Your thought, exploration, understanding, and comprehension of this marriage, of this man, of your relationship, have been enough.

Yet you are still sitting here, still demanding that this man sign the divorce agreement.

So, what’s the point of one more moment of thought?

An indescribable coldness and resolution once again encased Wen Zhiyi’s heart. His heart felt like a bag of frozen rice balls carefully wrapped in tin foil and put into a freezer. He told himself that repeatedly thawing them would only lead to decay.

He slowly raised his arm to press against Wei Yuzhi’s shoulder, which was just inches away, suddenly feeling that this man in physical contact with him was also like a block of ice in a freezer—hard, transparent, and unchangeable.

“But I have nothing left to give you.” In Wei Yuzhi’s suddenly trembling eyes, Wen Zhiyi calmly pronounced the final judgment on their marriage. The arm pressing against the Omega’s shoulder gradually increased pressure, like pushing away a harbor he would never return to.

Under the Omega’s intense, maximal emotional outpouring, the calm party became Wen Zhiyi.

Mirroring the cold composure Wei Yuzhi had frequently displayed in the past, Wen Zhiyi slowly formed a smile and gently said to the Omega whose eyes were filled with shock and pain: “Sign the papers, and then apply for the divorce registration.”

…

The pale, tall Alpha stood in the hallway, his gaze stubbornly fixed on the door in front of him. His assistant behind him was panting, wanting to put down the large, bulky bags she was carrying, slinging, and shouldering, but then suddenly remembered Chen Que’s mysophobia. Even if the bags were wrapped in countless layers of exquisite packaging, he would definitely not touch them once they were placed on the ground.

The tall female Alpha, Ning Meng, internally mocked her boss’s twisty, awkward personality for the countless time. After flying for over ten hours all night to return home and win back his ex, the first thing he did was rush to buy morning tea!

These were things that his assistants could have arranged, yet this ancestral figure insisted on lining up himself, stubbornly believing that only by exhausting himself could he show sincerity.

Ning Meng was speechless and choked up by her boss’s pathologically twisted view of love, while also being slightly curious about the poor Beta who was being harassed by a mentally ill person.

Most people involved in art have some degree of mental instability. Ning Meng’s healthy, sunny attitude was the minority. She had witnessed the terrifying, hysterical state of Chen Que when he had an episode. The unreserved pheromone release of an S-class Alpha was an absolute catastrophe.

It was only because the Chen family was powerful that Chen Que, who nearly caused a fatal incident two years ago, hadn’t been forcibly committed to a psychiatric hospital.

Ning Meng joined Chen Que’s studio only when he was sent to the United States two years ago. She was completely unaware of her boss’s deeply imprinted campus romance, only occasionally hearing from colleagues that he had a beautiful ex-boyfriend whom he had dated for over two years.

Beautiful ex-boyfriend—

The word “beautiful” in the mouth of an artistic professional often meant a world-shattering, ghost-crying level of beauty. Therefore, Ning Meng, with a slight selfish interest, proactively took on the melodramatic job of accompanying her boss to find his ex. A male Alpha and a female Alpha, with dark circles under their eyes from a sleepless night, appeared in the apartment hallway, staring at every change on the elevator display.

Wait, it seems only I have dark circles.

Ning Meng glanced resentfully at her boss’s smooth, pale face, confirming that the handsome, profound face still looked energetic and vibrant. S-class Alphas truly seemed tireless, like they were made of iron.

“Boss, it looks like Mr. Wen won’t be back for a while. Are we just going to stand here and wait?” It was noon. Ning Meng, who had been waiting at Big Wen’s door for an hour, squatted ungracefully on the steps, finally proposing to her superior, “How about we come back another day? Jin Feng Xuan finally agreed to let us take out the food, but the snacks are all cold now, ahhh.”

Chen Que frowned and looked down at his assistant, who was squatting on the ground and showing her teeth at him. He pointed to the shrimp dumplings the assistant had quietly placed on the steps behind her to be lazy, signaling Ning Meng to take all the elaborately packaged meals around them downstairs and throw them away.

They had passed their best consumption period.

Ning Meng hesitated for a moment, then smiled ingratiatingly and pleaded with her boss: “Boss, can I take them back to eat? It would be a huge waste to just throw them away!”

Chen Que nodded indifferently, then turned his gaze back to the alloy door in front of him.

He stood straight at Wen Zhiyi’s doorstep with his hands in his pockets, his eyes fixed unblinkingly ahead, seemingly trying to observe his ex’s living space through the door. He was so engrossed that Ning Meng also leaned over to look.

Two Alphas, possibly suspicious individuals, silently crowded the hallway. Ning Meng tried to start a conversation several times but was ignored by Chen Que as a matter of course. She turned her head sullenly and looked at her boss’s side profile, which was handsome enough to provoke the indignation of gods and men, and shamefully chose to forgive him out of aesthetic instinct.

Ding-dong—

The elevator, which had made numerous trips back and forth, unexpectedly stopped on this floor.

Ning Meng quickly looked up but was disappointed—the male Beta slowly emerging from the elevator car, although handsome and elegant, clearly did not fit the term “beautiful.” If it weren’t for his smooth back neck, she would have assumed he was a high-ranking Alpha.

“Who are you two?” Gu Yansheng tilted his head in confusion. He offered the two people standing by the Wen brothers’ door a gentle, polite smile. “I’m a friend of this household. Are you also here to find Zhizhi?”

“Zhizhi?” Chen Que repeated calmly. “What is your relationship with Wen Zhiyi?”

The handsome, gentle, tall Beta was clearly startled for a moment by the Alpha’s impolite questioning, but his inherent breeding and quality still made him blink and joke: “Childhood friends? Hmm, Zhizhi and I grew up together.”

So, this is the “childhood first love” that Zhizhi spoke of.

Chen Que took a deep breath, calm and restrained.

The expression on Ning Meng’s face collapsed piece by piece. She saw the prominent, purplish veins on her boss’s forehead. The tendon dangling at the corner of his forehead was twitching, as if it would completely burst the next second. A very ominous premonition suddenly surged in her heart. At that moment, she instinctively understood the relationship between this Beta and her boss’s ex.

The legendary sight of rivals meeting, sparks flying!

She glanced very quickly at the specialized Inhibitor Patch on the back of Chen Que’s neck, closing her eyes and praying it could stop the S-class Alpha’s pheromone waterfall when his emotions went out of control!

“I am Wen Zhiyi’s boyfriend.” Chen Que introduced himself expressionlessly. The two or three centimeter height difference was not enough for him to look down on Gu Yansheng, yet he deliberately made the motion of looking down at the Beta. “I’ve never heard him mention you.”

“Boyfriend?” Gu Yansheng smiled, confused yet gentle. “I seem to recall Zhizhi’s husband is named Wei Yuzhi?”