TYMRHBDES Chapter 178

A corner of the quilt was suddenly pulled back, letting in a sliver of light.

Jiang Luoluo, who had been crying his eyes out, let out two soft hiccups. He slowly lifted his head and came face-to-face with Pei Yu.

He froze. A flicker of bewilderment crossed his beautiful, tear-streaked face. His short, pale-gold hair was a mess, with a tuft sticking up on top of his head. Combined with his wide, dazed eyes, he looked adorably clueless.

“Baby,” Pei Yu called softly.

Jiang Luoluo snapped back to his senses and curled his small body further into the quilt, murmuring, “I’m not your baby.”

The quilt was pulled back again.

Pei Yu leaned down and pulled him into his arms.

Jiang Luoluo turned his head away, refusing to look at him. A few tears traced paths down his pale, rosy cheek and dripped down his chin, disappearing into his collar. He looked exceptionally delicate and pitiful.

Pei Yu reached out and gently wiped away his tears. “You went to see another man behind my back, and then you said those things to me.”

“Weren’t you acting all tough? How come you’re the one crying now?”

Jiang Luoluo turned his face back and glared at Pei Yu, thinking he looked fierce.

But in Pei Yu’s eyes, his Baby’s eyes were brimming with tears, gazing at him with a timid, endearing vulnerability.

The sight completely melted Pei Yu’s resolve.

He sighed helplessly and cooed, “I know I was wrong too. Will you let your husband apologise?”

“I’m sorry.”

As he spoke, Pei Yu leaned in to kiss Jiang Luoluo’s eyes.

Jiang Luoluo turned his head away, still pretending to be angry.

Pei Yu instead took his small hand, saying seriously, “I didn’t ask Song Ci to spy on you. He acted on his own, with his own ulterior motives.”

Jiang Luoluo turned his face back. “So you know he was up to no good?”

The soft voice came from lips he had bitten even redder, his tear-soaked eyelashes clinging in clumps to his snowy-white, delicate face.

“I know.”

Pei Yu stroked his small face, his expression earnest. “He won’t appear again.”

Jiang Luoluo lowered his lashes, still unhappy. “So, did you choose me over him?”

“No,” Pei Yu replied instantly. “You would never even be an option.”

“You are my only answer.”

“There is no second choice.”

Jiang Luoluo sniffled softly, remaining silent. But the expression on his face had softened considerably.

Pei Yu gently rubbed his fingers, asking tenderly:

“So, can husband give you a kiss?”

Jiang Luoluo’s thick, raven-black eyelashes fluttered as his tear-rimmed eyes met Pei Yu’s.

Pei Yu’s hand cupped the back of his neck, pulling him close before leaning in for a kiss.

Jiang Luoluo remained silent, but this time, he didn’t pull away when Pei Yu kissed his cheek.

His soft, red lips brushed with a touch so light it was barely there.

Pei Yu’s fingers, woven into Jiang Luoluo’s hair, gently massaged his scalp.

Just as Jiang Luoluo thought the two kisses were over and Pei Yu was about to pull away, he felt a firm nip on his lips.

It was a playful punishment.

Jiang Luoluo recoiled, covering his mouth. “What was that for?”

Pei Yu’s elegant eyes met his, and his voice was low and smooth. “I’ve explained my side, Baby. Isn’t it your turn to explain now?”

“Jiang Wei invited me to watch their match and gave me a ticket,” Jiang Luoluo replied.

“Does that really take five hours?”

He should have just stayed quiet. The moment the question left his lips, Pei Yu’s gaze dropped, and his expression soured.

His voice sounded muffled. “I saw Song Ci sending messages sneakily, and when I asked him about it, he looked guilty.”

“You were spying on me. I’m not happy about that.”

He paused, then repeated himself for emphasis, “I am very unhappy.”

“Pei Yu, this makes me feel like you’re closer to other people than you are to me. It makes me feel insecure. It also makes me feel like I have no privacy, which scares me.”

Pei Yu asked, “So you deliberately didn’t come back?”

Jiang Luoluo nodded.

Pei Yu let out a low “mm,” then asked again:

“Then why did you still come back in the end? Weren’t you scared?”

The person in front of him raised his eyes, his long, curled lashes fluttering. His moist, dark eyes appeared light brown under the glow of the lamp, clean and pure.

His rosy lips parted, and his voice was slow and soft:

“Because I missed you.”

As the words fell, Pei Yu’s fingertips unconsciously curled twice.

His heart felt as if it were being tapped repeatedly by a small hammer. A tingling numbness spread from his heart to his limbs, and a sour ache travelled through his nerves to his eyes.

He pulled Jiang Luoluo into his arms, holding him very, very tight.

“I always thought you didn’t like me that much.”

Pei Yu’s throat felt dry:

“Zhou Jing and Jiang Wei were relentlessly pursuing you, finding every excuse to see you, doing everything they could to steal you away.”

“Even though you were with me, you never even said you liked me, let alone called me ‘husband’.”

“I’m the only one who calls you ‘wife’ without any promise from you.”

“So many times I’ve wondered… am I not good enough?”

“Are you testing me? Do you think I’m not the best choice, and that’s why you keep rejecting me?”

“When I wanted to marry you, you said you couldn’t find your ID card.”

“When I tried to get intimate with you, you pushed me away again and again, saying you weren’t ready.”

“I love you too much to see you shed a single tear.”

“Just one tear from you, and my heart melts. I’d agree to anything just for you…”

Pei Yu’s arms tightened slowly around him, his voice low and husky. “But Jiang Luoluo, I’m human too.”

“I can feel hurt too.”

As Jiang Luoluo listened to Pei Yu’s words, he felt less and less like a proper boyfriend.

He felt like a scumbag juggling multiple partners, picking his favourite from the crowd but refusing to give him a proper title.

He hugged Pei Yu tightly, resting his cheek on the other’s shoulder, and whispered softly, “Hubby.”

“I love you.”

“I love you so much.”

After speaking, he added slowly, “I’m sorry, Pei Yu. I’ll be more mindful from now on.”

Pei Yu straightened up and gently stroked Jiang Luoluo’s face.

“Baby, I know. None of this is your fault.”

“It’s all their fault. They’re the ones who don’t know how to keep their distance from you.”

“Because of them, the two of us have been fighting all the time.”

“Don’t worry, husband will take care of all this very soon.”

A bone-chilling numbness crept up Jiang Luoluo’s spine. Looking into Pei Yu’s dark eyes, he instinctively gripped Pei Yu’s arm.

“Don’t.”

“I’ll keep my distance from them… I’ll distance myself…”

Pei Yu gazed at him.

His thick eyelashes fluttered. Jiang Luoluo pushed himself up, leaning in to press his lips against Pei Yu’s in a soft kiss. “Don’t let anything happen to you… I’ll be scared…”

“Hubby…”

Pei Yu’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he pressed his hand to the back of Jiang Luoluo’s head and kissed him.

Their warm breath mingled.

Jiang Luoluo could hear his own heart pounding faster and faster—thump, thump—as if it were about to burst from his chest.

Pei Yu’s breath brushed against his earlobe, carrying a low, intoxicatingly seductive tone:

“Baby, shall we try?”

Jiang Luoluo gave a soft “Mm-hmm” and obediently closed his eyes.

The crisp sound of a zipper echoed through the room. Clothes were shed and cast onto the floor. He gripped Pei Yu’s arm in a fit of nervousness.

Slender, snow-white fingers rested against the firm muscle of an arm, the fingertips flushed with a delicate pink…

***

The next morning, at the ball game.

Jiang Wei glanced several times at the reserved seats in the stands, but he still didn’t see the figure he wanted to see.

“Brother Jiang, what are you doing? Are you ready?”

Jiang Wei nodded silently, picked up his phone, and walked out.

“Hey, hey, hey! It’s about to start—”

Jiang Wei closed the door and dialed the number he had memorized countless times.

The phone, which had long since slid from the bed onto the carpet, vibrated non-stop with a “buzz buzz.”

Pei Yu picked it up and glanced at the number on the screen.

He let out a soft scoff.

He turned off the ringer, swiped to answer, and placed the phone beside the pillow.

The person curled up in a ball with the blanket was pulled over. The presence of the thing poking into Jiang Luoluo’s lower abdomen was extremely strong.

He grumbled and mumbled, backing away, his delicate voice laced with sleepiness: “So tired… don’t want it…”

The moment his legs were pried open,

The memories of being dominated the night before flooded Jiang Luoluo’s mind. He was so sleepy he could barely keep his eyes open, but he still obediently wrapped his arms around Pei Yu’s neck, cooing softly, “Hubby is the best…”

“Hubby loves Baby the most…”

Deep down, he knew Pei Yu adored him. As long as he showed a little weakness, Pei Yu would indulge his every whim.

Sure enough, Pei Yu only kissed his cheek before rolling off and pulling him into a tight embrace.

Jiang Luoluo snuggled against Pei Yu’s chest and fell back into a deep sleep.

He just didn’t know that his phone screen had remained on the call interface for a long time.

And the man holding him reached out with long, slender fingers, took the phone, and tapped the end call button.

“Fuck!”

Jiang Wei cursed under his breath, irritably tearing off his headband.

Only after his teammates called him a few more times did he turn back to the game.

He vented all his frustration and fury on the match.

***

The announcement of Yu Jiang Media’s founding immediately drew the attention of both industry insiders and outsiders.

This was followed by the release of the first batch of signed actors—a massive list of 88 names, ranging from seasoned veterans known for their superb acting to promising newcomers brimming with talent.

—”Impressive, Pei Yu! He’s gone big right out of the gate! The ‘CEO’s Aura’ has finally entered reality!”

—”Gotta admit, Pei Yu has a sharp eye! It’s almost all acting-focused talent, just a bit short on top-tier stars!”

—”Top-tier stars? Isn’t Pei Yu himself a top-tier star? Are we all underestimating his box-office draw?”

—”True. Pei Yu might have a bit of a temper, but his movies are always great!”

—”And what about my Luoluo? He’s exploded in popularity this year—a genuine superstar!”

—”…Hmm, not to sound like a conspiracy theorist, but Pei Yu’s company is a huge operation with a very professional management team. Isn’t he and Jiang Luoluo super close? Why didn’t he sign Jiang Luoluo? Don’t tell me he’s just using him and then tossing him aside?”

At the press conference, someone repeated this very question.

Dressed in a custom-tailored suit, Pei Yu looked stunningly elegant and noble. He curved his lips into a smile as he faced the questioner.

“It’s not that I don’t want to sign him. As the CEO of Yu Jiang, my authority is actually quite limited—”

He paused slightly, heightening the curiosity of the journalists and the audience watching the livestream.

On stage, Pei Yu took Jiang Luoluo’s hand and said softly:

“Yu Jiang Media is a gift I’m giving to my wife.”

“The company’s highest authority is my wife.”

Luoluo: “Hubby, I love you 🥺”

Pei Yu: “Good. Now let me deal with everyone else.” 😂

And Jiang Wei calling just to get ignored… bro really lost in every possible way.

Anyway, buy your translator a coffee ☕😂 I need one after this chapter.