TYMRHBDES Chapter 176

The hashtag “#PeiYu Fighting” appeared briefly before being swiftly and completely deleted.

The entire incident vanished without a trace, as if it had never happened.

Meanwhile, Jiang Luoluo and Zhou Jing’s advertising campaign was released and quickly topped the trending searches.

Pei Yu glanced at the comments before setting his phone aside.

Song Ci, standing opposite him, carefully chose his words: “Luo Luo’s attitude toward Zhou Jing is perfectly normal, but Zhou Jing is being particularly attentive to Luo Luo.”

“During the shoot, Emperor Zhou even took the initiative to adjust Luo Luo’s clothing. They seemed very close, like a couple.”

Pei Yu lifted his gaze, his eyes dark and penetrating. “So? What are you trying to tell me?”

Song Ci’s rehearsed speech faltered.

Pei Yu’s voice was cold: “Though you haven’t explicitly criticized Luo Luo, every word you’ve spoken subtly accuses him of not maintaining proper distance from Zhou Jing.”

“Are you trying to sow discord, Song Ci?”

Under Pei Yu’s all-seeing gaze, Song Ci felt a chill run down his spine.

He was relieved he had anticipated this and prepared a countermeasure. He calmly replied:

“Although I’m Luo Luo’s assistant, the person who signed my contract is you, Teacher Pei.”

“Therefore, in my heart, you are my true employer.”

Pei Yu, sitting on the sofa, showed no expression as he continued to stare at him.

Song Ci continued reciting the words he had prepared, his heart pounding with fear:

“Perhaps you see my actions as despicable.”

“But Luo Luo is too young, and the entertainment industry is full of temptations and traps. He needs your guidance and protection.”

“Therefore, I believe reporting his words and actions to you was the right thing to do.”

“Only by doing so can you better protect him.”

Song Ci finished speaking and glanced up at the man on the sofa.

The man, idolized by countless fans, possessed sharply defined features that radiated a dazzling intensity and oppressive aura. His slender fingers tapped rhythmically against the glass in his hand.

Dangerous yet captivating.

Song Ci’s heart raced wildly. He was terrified but forced himself to maintain a calm facade.

Time seemed to stretch into an eternity. His heart hung suspended, like a condemned man awaiting the first cut of his execution.

The crisp sound of slippers padding across the floor echoed from the hallway, the cheerful voice rising at the end:

“Pei Yu, I’m so hungry!”

The oppressive atmosphere instantly dissipated. Song Ci turned his head and called out, “Luo Luo.”

The person who came running wore an oversized, dark gray boyfriend-style T-shirt. His delicate, exquisite features revealed a life of pampered indulgence.

He bounded over happily and threw himself into Pei Yu’s arms without hesitation.

The man, who usually radiated an icy aura that kept others at arm’s length, had shed his usual hostility. He carefully wrapped his arm around Jiang Luoluo’s waist and gently kissed his cheek.

He was a completely different person from the one who had just moments ago been sweating profusely from fear.

Jiang Luoluo waved his small hand at him. “Song Ci!”

His watery eyes blinked, and his soft voice carried a hint of hesitation. “Do I have any work scheduled for today? Did I oversleep?”

Song Ci replied, “No, the brand sent your clothes. I brought them over with the staff.”

Jiang Luoluo nodded, then tugged on Pei Yu’s arm and whispered playfully, “Let’s go to that hotpot place from yesterday, Pei Yu~ I’m *so* hungry!”

Pei Yu nodded, and Jiang Luoluo happily planted a loud kiss on his cheek.

He turned back to Song Ci. “Song Ci, do you want to join us?”

Song Ci quickly declined, offering a polite excuse before hurrying away.

Jiang Luoluo had never quite warmed up to Song Ci.

Song Ci was intelligent, professional as his assistant, and exceptionally articulate, always navigating social situations with ease.

Yet, for some inexplicable reason, Jiang Luoluo simply couldn’t bring himself to like him.

Perhaps it was because they rarely spent time together, and the lack of familiarity created a sense of distance.

Jiang Luoluo averted his gaze and looked at Pei Yu, biting his lip.

His petal-like lips were rosy and moist, the lower lip glistening with a hint of moisture.

He threatened Pei Yu unreasonably, his voice sharp:

“You’re not allowed to like him,” he snapped.

“I don’t like him,” Pei Yu replied.

“And you’re not allowed to talk to him either!”

Jiang Luoluo immediately realized how unrealistic that sounded and quickly added, “You’re not allowed to say anything too intimate to him when I’m not around.”

“Or I won’t talk to you anymore.”

Pei Yu’s lips curved into a smile as he leaned in and kissed Jiang Luoluo’s mouth.

“I heard you, little one,” he murmured. “I’ll be a good boy and listen to my wife.”

***

Having agreed to go out for dinner, Jiang Luoluo went to change.

Pei Yu made a reservation at the restaurant. As he finished, Jiang Luoluo’s phone lit up with a new message.

**Jiang Wei:** Luo Luo, we have a competition this Sunday. Come watch! I’ve saved you a good seat.

Pei Yu’s gaze darkened slightly.

He picked up the phone, tapped the screen a few times, and then placed it back down.

A moment later, Jiang Luoluo returned, having changed.

Since they were having hotpot for lunch, he had deliberately worn a black T-shirt.

The stark contrast between the deep black and his snow-white skin was strikingly beautiful.

He looped his arm through Pei Yu’s and urged, “Let’s go, let’s go~”

Pei Yu stopped, not moving, and asked, “Still haven’t found your ID card?”

Same-sex marriage wouldn’t be legalized in China for at least another year or two, so they would need to register their marriage abroad.

Jiang Luoluo had never traveled internationally and didn’t have a passport, which was required for marriage registration. Therefore, they needed to use his ID card to apply for one.

But his ID card remained missing.

As Pei Yu asked this, he watched the person clinging to his arm.

Jiang Luoluo nodded, his delicate brows furrowing slightly as he replied with a hint of frustration, “Still can’t find it.”

Pei Yu pressed, “You really can’t remember where you put it?”

Jiang Luoluo hummed in agreement, his face tinged with frustration and distress.

“I can’t remember.”

He had practically turned the entire room upside down, but for some reason, he still couldn’t find it.

Pei Yu remained silent, his long lashes drooping to cast a cloud-like shadow beneath his eyelids.

After a long moment, he finally said, “Let’s go.”

That evening, Jiang Luoluo emerged from the bathroom, freshly showered and smelling sweet. He looked up to see Pei Yu sitting on the edge of his bed.

Pei Yu had clearly just finished showering as well, wearing only a pair of black shorts. Above the drawstring, his sharply defined abs were visible, his shoulders broad and straight, and his waist lean and powerful.

Hearing the movement, Pei Yu glanced up at him. “Finished showering?”

Jiang Luoluo nodded and walked over. As soon as he reached the bed, Pei Yu pulled him down into his lap.

Beneath his palm, he felt Pei Yu’s firm, cool muscles, hard and unyielding.

“Pei Yu, what are you doing in my room?”

Since returning from filming, they had been sleeping separately.

Pei Yu was too… much. Jiang Luoluo wasn’t mentally prepared yet.

Sleeping with him at night always resulted in aches—either in his thighs or his palms, or just everywhere.

After several rounds of pleading, Pei Yu had finally agreed to sleep apart temporarily, giving Jiang Luoluo time to adjust.

They would wait until after they got their marriage certificate to go all the way.

Looking back, since the variety show ended, Pei Yu had only been affectionate during the day, showering him with kisses, hugs, and cuddles. He hadn’t come to his room at night.

So why was he suddenly here tonight?

Pei Yu didn’t answer his question directly. Instead, his hand, which had been tracing down Jiang Luoluo’s spine, finally settled on his hip.

Then, completely changing the subject, he asked, “Is that okay?”

Jiang Luoluo’s small face flushed crimson. He pushed against Pei Yu’s chest to create some distance, his long, curled lashes fluttering rapidly as he murmured softly, “But… I’m not ready yet…”

Pei Yu lowered his gaze, his dark eyes piercing as he asked, “Is it really just because you’re not ready?”

The muscles beneath Jiang Luoluo’s hand tensed and relaxed with Pei Yu’s breathing, completely distracting him. He didn’t notice the strange undertone in Pei Yu’s voice.

“Yes,” he replied softly.

Before the word had even left his lips, he was abruptly pushed onto the bed. Caught off guard, Jiang Luoluo let out a startled “Ah!” before Pei Yu’s mouth clamped down on his.

The words he hadn’t finished speaking were swallowed by Pei Yu.

Pei Yu’s kiss was fierce, almost violent, as if venting pent-up frustration. His broad hand slipped beneath Jiang Luoluo’s shirt, unerringly finding his most sensitive spot and teasing it.

Jiang Luoluo’s face burned crimson, his breath coming in soft, panting gasps. He struggled weakly against Pei Yu’s chest, his voice trembling, “Pei Yu… stop…”

“Pei Yu, what are you doing?”

Pei Yu lowered his gaze, his dark eyes unfathomable. A bitter feeling welled up in his heart.

“Jiang Luoluo, I often wonder if you truly love me.”

He stared at the delicate, exquisite face before him and said, his voice tinged with bitterness, “Was it just a coincidence that you appeared before me? Or was it because you genuinely liked me? Or was I simply one of your many targets?”

Jiang Luoluo’s heart skipped a beat.

Even someone as oblivious as him could sense that something was wrong with Pei Yu.

He forgot to struggle, his snow-white face looking up at Pei Yu as he asked, “What do you mean by ‘one of many targets’?”

“Jiang Wei, Zhou Jing, me.”

“Am I the most suitable one you chose? Or just another indistinguishable fish in your pond?”

“Am I the same as them?”

“Or is it that you can never say no, never maintain distance from other men?”

The colder Pei Yu’s voice became with each word, until by the end, it was practically a snarl.

“If they want to hug you, you just let them. If they want to kiss you, would you open your mouth for them too?”

“If they want to sleep with you, would you obediently spread your legs—”

A sharp *smack* rang out. Pei Yu tilted his head, his words abruptly cut off.

Jiang Luoluo’s hand, frozen mid-air, trembled slightly. His red-rimmed eyes were veiled in a misty layer of tears as he choked out, “Pei Yu, you’ve gone too far.”

The man pinning him down swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Pei Yu slowly turned his head, his dark gaze piercing into Jiang Luoluo.

“Feeling wronged?” he asked. “You actually feel wronged?”

Jiang Luoluo pressed his lips together, refusing to acknowledge him. His thick lashes fluttered, crushing a stray tear. Pei Yu’s words were truly hateful.

After a tense silence, Pei Yu picked up Jiang Luoluo’s phone and handed it to him, gesturing for him to unlock it.

Jiang Luoluo unlocked the device, revealing the WeChat interface.