The Scummy Top Desperately Tries to Win Back His Ex After the Breakup - Chapter 10

Even though he had already prepared himself mentally, the pain of the actual event made Jiang Zui cry out in agony.

“It hurts,” Jiang Zui whispered with a furrowed brow, one hand clutching the rock-hard muscles of the man’s arm above him. “It is too much.”

He felt as if he were being split in two, and the pain was almost unbearable. Since it was the first time for Jiang Zui, he required extremely meticulous preparation. However, Pei Youting was someone used to being served, and after a few hasty movements, he was already impatient to begin.

At this point, the arrow was on the string and had to be released. Yet, when Jiang Zui called for him to stop, how could he possibly brake in time?

He offered a few gentle words of comfort. Noticing that Jiang Zui had relaxed slightly, he found the right moment to strike. In an instant, the face of Jiang Zui turned pale with pain, and cold sweat rolled down his skin. Pei Youting was not faring much better; the veins on his forehead bulged, and he could not help but frown.

He leaned forward, placing kisses one by one on the stretched neck of the person beneath him. “Do not be afraid. It will be over soon. It will be over very soon.”

Jiang Zui raised his hand to wipe away the tears falling from the corner of his eye. His skin was thin, and such a slight rub made it turn red. A person who was usually so stubborn and proud had shown his softness at this moment. Under the light, he displayed a pitiful charm that was incredibly moving.

Pei Youting had originally intended to be tender, but seeing this scene, his heart skipped a beat for some reason. In that moment, his mind went blank, and his only thought was possession. Thus, he acted without restraint.

In that instant, it felt as if he possessed more than just a body. It was as if his entire being, from his body to his heart and soul, had entered a spiritual spring. Jiang Zui tensed his body and sobbed softly, physiological tears sliding down the side of his face.

He clung to Pei Youting as if the man were his only piece of driftwood in the rising and falling waves. He became a swaying boat, an endless black hole, accommodating everything and giving everything.

Pei Youting watched Jiang Zui through narrowed eyes during the intervals of his movements, looking at his slightly parted red lips and his face lost in passion. He did not have any particular obsession with virginity, but at that moment, he was suddenly incredibly grateful that he was the only one who had witnessed Jiang Zui in such a state.

His hollow inner heart was suddenly filled. It was a completely ridiculous and intoxicating night.

Jiang Zui had his back against the French window. The cold touch of the glass made his spine feel chilled, but quickly, it became hot due to the constant friction. He was turned over, his hands pressing against the window.

On the highest floor of the hotel, the French window offered a wide view and a beautiful night scene. The neon lights of the entire city flickered and blurred his eyes, eventually turning into shimmering fragments and swaying lights. The mind of Jiang Zui went blank. Pei Youting held him from behind, and in the end, there was only endless swaying.

Jiang Zui did not know when it finally ended. He did not realize that he was the first person Pei Youting had ever had such erotic fantasies about. Having finally obtained him, Pei Youting did not spare him, continuing even after Jiang Zui eventually fainted.

It lasted until daybreak.

Pei Youting was finally satisfied and performed a hasty cleanup. He held Jiang Zui in his arms, lingering affectionately against the hollow of the neck of the other man, and fell asleep like that.

The two were awakened by a phone call.

The ringtone persisted relentlessly. Jiang Zui was too exhausted to even open his eyes. Pei Youting, unable to stand the annoyance, got up and grabbed the phone from the bedside table. Just as he was about to press the end button, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the caller identification.

Pei Yumao.

The irritation Pei Youting felt upon waking vanished instantly. He remained silent for a moment, then finally got out of bed and went outside to the separate room, closing the door behind him.

“Father,” Pei Youting said. “What is it?”

“You are only waking up at this hour. What were you doing last night?” A steady, middle-aged male voice came from the other side.

Pei Youting raised an eyebrow slightly. “What do you think?”

“Do not play with fire,” the other man said calmly. Despite the tone, Pei Youting still detected a hint of warning.

News in this circle always traveled fast. After one night, the fact that he had smashed a wine bottle over the head of Liu Yiming had likely reached the ears of his father. The Liu family was not a threat, and his father likely did not care about them, perhaps only offering a minor reprimand. Pei Youting knew he had indeed lost his composure yesterday. No matter what, Jiang Zui was just a lover who could not be brought into the public eye. Regardless of the circumstances, it was not worth damaging relationships within their circle for him.

He understood this clearly. However, whenever Pei Youting thought about Liu Yiming daring to desire Jiang Zui, a flare of unquenchable anger rose in his heart. He wished he could gouge out the eyes of the man and kill him quickly.

“Pei Youting,” Pei Yumao spoke again, likely because Pei Youting had been dazed for too long. Pei Youting suddenly snapped back to his senses and responded.

“I understand.”

Pei Yumao said no more on the matter and paused for a moment before speaking again. “Come home tomorrow. Your mother wants to see you.”

Used to being a superior, he hung up as soon as the instruction was given. Pei Youting stood in place indifferently and eventually sent a message to his secretary.

“Cancel tomorrow’s appointments. I have family matters to handle.”

The next day.

A sleek black Rolls-Royce Cullinan slowly came to a stop in front of a villa. A servant, who had been waiting by the road, quickly pulled open the car door and bowed to the person inside. “Young Master.”

Pei Youting nodded, stepped out of the car, and walked toward the villa. Standing at the entrance was a slender, tall woman with long curly hair wearing a qipao. Her features were sixty percent similar to those of Pei Youting, and her age was impossible to tell from her face.

The woman looked up at him and raised her hand to straighten the wrinkled collar of Pei Youting. “Xiaoting.”

“Mother,” Pei Youting looked at the woman. “Why did you come out to wait again? Let us go inside. It is windy out here.”

Zhong Zhiyun patted his arm and gave a graceful smile. Years ago, she was a superstar in Hong Kong cinema, known as a legendary beauty. Many years had passed, and she still lived up to that title. “I am not that fragile.”

“You have not been home for a long time. Have you been busy lately?”

“It is fine. It is just that the interpersonal relationships required for the new project are a bit troublesome and time-consuming.”

The mother and son sat at the table drinking tea and playing chess, chatting about domestic matters. The atmosphere was fairly harmonious. Midway through the conversation, a maid came up and handed Zhong Zhiyun a small handful of pills. “Madam, it is time.”

Pei Youting glanced at them and recognized the pills as Paroxetine and Sertraline. He watched his mother take the medicine out of habit and asked seemingly casually, “How is your health lately?”

Zhong Zhiyun raised her hand to stroke her neck. She was too thin, and only after swallowing with difficulty did she give a forced smile. “It is fine.”

This interlude broke the relatively good atmosphere between the two. Neither spoke. Pei Youting held a chess piece, rubbing it between his fingertips. Even before Pei Youting was born, Zhong Zhiyun suffered from severe depression. This was likely because of Pei Yumao.

The chess game lasted for a long time. At the final moment of the match, Pei Youting watched Zhong Zhiyun place the black piece on the grid. He gave a faint smile. “You won, Mother.”

“It was Xiaoting who let me win,” Zhong Zhiyun shook her head, but her expression was happy. She pulled her cloak around her shoulders and wanted to say something, but she was interrupted by the noise coming from the door.

“Mr. Pei.”

Pei Yumao had returned.

The corners of the mouth of Zhong Zhiyun, which had been turned upward, gradually flattened. Her eyes, once full of smiles, became as indifferent as stagnant water as she looked toward the tall man walking toward them with Pei Youting.

He was handsome and poised, with a perfect facial structure identical to that of Pei Youting. There were already some fine lines around the corners of his eyes, but they only added an elegant aura of maturity to him.

The gaze of Pei Yumao did not linger on his son. Instead, he walked straight toward his wife, looking at her with a gaze full of extreme tenderness and love. He raised his hand, seemingly wanting to stroke the hair of Zhong Zhiyun, but she frowned and moved away. The hand froze in the air, creating an awkward moment.

“Xiaoyun,” Pei Yumao called her gently.

He should have been a very charming man, but when Zhong Zhiyun heard his tone and noticed the gaze he kept on her, she frowned in disgust. Ignoring him, she stood up and walked toward the stairs. Throughout the entire process, she did not look at Pei Yumao even once.

Pei Yumao, however, kept his gaze fixed on Zhong Zhiyun almost obsessively, his love so full it nearly overflowed.

Pei Youting, witnessing all of this from the side, gave a sarcastic laugh and spoke up. “My mother is not looking at you. Father, stop pretending to be a hopeless romantic here.”

Pei Yumao looked back at him, his tenderness vanishing like a receding tide, replaced by a cold gaze. “You did not make your mother happy.”

Since Zhong Zhiyun had gone upstairs, Pei Youting had no interest in staying any longer. He pushed the chessboard away, stood up to leave, and looked at Pei Yumao with a tone full of mockery. “I did not make my mother happy?”

“Father, you truly know how to talk nonsense,” Pei Youting laughed. “If you really wanted her to be happy, you would be better off getting as far away as possible instead of standing in front of her every day and annoying her.”

He put on his coat and walked toward the door. As he stepped out, he seemed to remember something and turned back. With a half-smile, he spoke. “After all, you love my mother, but my mother does not love you.”

After saying this, Pei Youting stepped out. Before he had gone two steps, he heard the sound of objects crashing to the floor inside the house. There was a series of loud noises. It was the sound of the chessboard being flipped over.

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