Chapter 34: He’s Not Worthy of Making Me Waste My Time
In the following days, Shen Xingyu was busy with the company’s annual meeting, often getting off work only in the early hours of the morning.
After the previous incident where the man dove into the sea to save him despite the danger, and with the Old Master’s instructions, Liang Sheng went from deciding to distance himself to persuading himself to accept things again.
He began, just as before, to wait tirelessly for his husband to get off work. He made him late-night snacks, ran his hot water, ironed the clothes he would wear the next day, and waited for the other to finish showering before going to bed.
In the early morning, he was again waiting in the living room.
Hearing the sound of the door opening at the entryway, Liang Sheng ran over with joy in his heart, only to see his husband and the secretary walking in arm-in-arm, talking and laughing as they discussed work matters.
Liang Sheng’s footsteps faltered. The scene before his eyes stung. Although Shen Xingyu and Su Nian had been going to work together these past few days, they hadn’t dared to be so intimate with the Old Master present.
Today, the Old Master had gone to sleep early, and the two of them were blatantly showing off their affection in front of him…
Shen Xingyu clearly saw him, but remained expressionless. He merely tossed his coat to him and walked inside on his own, not forgetting to wrap his arm around Su Nian’s waist.
Su Nian was startled by the sudden action, then leaned against the man, feeling overwhelmed by the favor.
As he passed Liang Sheng, he even threw a triumphant wink, as if to say, your husband only loves me.
Their actions made Liang Sheng’s heart feel as if it were being cut by a knife. He couldn’t help but clench his fists, yet he didn’t know how to fight back. He could only stiffen his expression, take Shen Xingyu’s clothes, and turn to leave.
But Su Nian clearly didn’t intend to let him off. He called out: “Oh, Young Mistress, I’m a bit thirsty. Can you help me boil a cup of milk? I only drink milk imported from Australia, and it has to be sugar-free~ I’ve been dieting lately, so thanks!”
Liang Sheng looked at his smiling face and felt a bit uncomfortable, so he refused: “I’m sorry, boil it yourself. I’m going upstairs.”
“Ah… alright then~ I think the milk the Young Mistress boils is very good. President Shen gives me his milk every morning; it seems I won’t be able to drink it tonight. What a pity!”
Su Nian looked very disappointed, looking piteously at Shen Xingyu as if he were giving orders to a servant.
Liang Sheng froze, his gaze turning dull.
Because Shen Xingyu wasn’t used to the ingredients here and didn’t like food prepared by others, he got up early every day to go to a far-off market to buy groceries. He hadn’t expected the breakfasts he had worked so hard to prepare these past few days had all ended up in someone else’s stomach…
What exactly was he still hoping for?
A bit of charity from Shen Xingyu?
“What are you standing there for? Didn’t you hear that Nian-nian wants to drink some?”
Shen Xingyu’s cold voice pulled him back to reality.
Liang Sheng looked at his husband in disappointment. Su Nian being able to bully him so openly was all because of this man’s tacit permission. If the other person could defend him even a little, he wouldn’t be insulted like this!
“Oh~ President Shen, it’s fine. I won’t drink. It’s so late; let’s not trouble the Young Mistress!”
Su Nian spoke while lightly nudging him with his elbow, his gaze full of feigned flirtatiousness.
“It’s fine. Nian-nian has worked all day. He doesn’t do anything at home; what’s wrong with having him boil some milk.”
Shen Xingyu doted on the little secretary by lightly scraping his nose, making no secret of his disdain for Liang Sheng.
Liang Sheng had seen enough of their sickeningly sweet interaction. He turned and walked toward the kitchen.
Su Nian raised his eyebrows triumphantly.
After a long while, a cup of steaming milk was placed before him.
“Thank you~”
Su Nian’s voice was cloying. Even though he was naturally beautiful, he had a low-class, frivolous aura about him.
Liang Sheng’s ears felt a piercing pain. After dropping off the milk, he didn’t bother to pay them any more attention and went directly upstairs.
Shen Xingyu clearly felt his little wife’s distance. His fingers instinctively tapped the table, one after another, like he was tapping against his own troubled heart.
Su Nian picked up the milk and took a sip. Before he could even enjoy it, his eyes snapped wide. It seemed he had drunk something that stung his throat; he couldn’t control himself and spat out the contents of his mouth.
By chance, it splashed onto Shen Xingyu’s pants.
The man’s face instantly darkened.
Su Nian hadn’t yet realized the gravity of the situation. He stuck out his stinging tongue, panting as he looked at the milk in the cup—it had been spiked with mustard!
Liang Sheng actually dared to prank him?!
He was furious in his heart, yet on the surface he feigned grievance as he looked at the man. His voice was raspy from the spice, unable to maintain any gentleness: “P-President… President Shen~ The Young Mistress… added… added mustard to the milk! My throat feels so bad after drinking it!”
With Liang Sheng no longer present to watch their intimacy, Shen Xingyu had no mood to deal with him. Moreover, his expensive pants had been soiled. He replied very maliciously: “You’re the one who asked Sheng-sheng to boil it. Figure it out yourself. Also, the cleaning fee for these pants will be deducted from your salary this month.”
After saying that, Shen Xingyu stood up and left, not giving him a single glance. Where was even half of the doting from just now?
Su Nian couldn’t believe he would leave him like this. He wanted to chase after him, but his legs were so weak from the spice that he slumped back onto the sofa, shouting hoarsely: “P-President Shen!”
Shen Xingyu went upstairs without looking back.
Su Nian’s face was flushed red, and he stamped his feet in anger.
What did he mean?
Shen Xingyu actually called that b*tch “Sheng-sheng”?
And he wanted him to pay some cleaning fee?!
He grabbed the glass cup, wanting to smash it onto the floor, but he restrained himself. After all, this was the Shen residence; no matter how much dissatisfaction he had, given his current shameful status, he could only endure.
But he hadn’t expected Liang Sheng would fight back.
Good, very good. He finally dared to fight with him!
Liang Sheng, you just wait!
Actually making me lose face in front of President Shen… I’ll make you thousands of times more embarrassed than I am now!
On the other side, Shen Xingyu quickly finished showering and returned to the room. Usually, he had a habit after showering—he would stand on the balcony for a while to catch the breeze and have a bit of wine. Now, however, he couldn’t wait to see Liang Sheng.
He didn’t know if that person had fallen asleep yet…
Standing outside the door, he suddenly hesitated. The light of the corridor cast his shadow onto the door panel.
He several times wanted to reach out and push the door open, but his hand froze in mid-air. Somehow, he felt a bit nervous.
Nervous about what? Because of Liang Sheng?
Shen Xingyu didn’t know, nor did he admit that his emotions would change because of this little wife.
He instinctively pulled his bathrobe tighter, then lightly pushed the door open and walked in, feigning composure.
He was just about to speak, but the Liang Sheng who usually waited by the bed to sleep with him had already fallen asleep.
Shen Xingyu frowned with displeasure, a nameless fire in his heart. Especially when he thought that he had actually been nervous and hesitant just now, he grew even angrier.
He walked over to Liang Sheng, wanting very much to pick him up and throw him onto the floor. But looking at his little wife’s peaceful sleeping face—curled into a small ball, looking very obedient.
Shen Xingyu forcefully restrained that impulse.
Forget it. He’d let him off for one night.
Shen Xingyu lay back in his own spot.
Hearing the sound of someone lying down behind him, Liang Sheng finally relaxed his tensed nerves. He slowly opened his eyes, his pupils moving to the right before he lowered them dejectedly.
What had Shen Xingyu wanted to do to him just now?
But it was strange. Why hadn’t the other person taken revenge for Su Nian? He had put mustard in Su Nian’s milk; logically, Shen Xingyu should have been in a towering rage, torturing him to please Su Nian…
Now, he had done nothing. It was terrifyingly quiet.
Liang Sheng comforted himself not to overthink.
That mouthful of mustard milk should have been enough to choke Su Nian.
Hmph, who told that person to always bully him!
He hadn’t resisted before because he considered Shen Xingyu’s feelings and was afraid his husband would kick him out of the house.
But things were different now. He had a terminal illness and didn’t have many days left to live; he didn’t want to be submissive anymore.
Especially toward Su Nian!
He loathed mistresses who destroyed other people’s families most of all!
Shen Xingyu, with his hands behind his head, didn’t know his little wife was mumbling complaints about him in his heart.
He slowly closed his eyes, yet he couldn’t fall asleep. After a long while, he opened them again and stared at the ceiling in a daze.
Did Liang Sheng no longer love him…
As soon as this thought appeared, Shen Xingyu instantly grew panicked, his heart feeling hollow and lacking a sense of security.
If he still loved him, why was every detail of Liang Sheng’s actions intentionally or unintentionally distancing himself?
If he didn’t love him, then he wouldn’t be subtly jealous and aggrieved because of his kindness to Su Nian.
Liang Sheng’s thoughts were easy to guess, yet for the first time, he couldn’t grasp this person’s mind.
Shen Xingyu was used to controlling everything, used to Liang Sheng living in his unchanging life where everything revolved around him. But his little wife’s sudden change in attitude had disrupted his calm thoughts.
The more Shen Xingyu thought, the more agitated he became. Usually, the only thing that could keep him awake at night was work; there had never been anything else.
Liang Sheng, you’re really something.
He gnashed his teeth, several times forcing himself to be calm and not think about it, but he still found it hard to fall asleep even after tossing and turning.
Liang Sheng didn’t know what the man behind him was doing. The sound of him turning every few seconds made all his drowsiness vanish.
What was wrong with Shen Xingyu?
Had his heart condition flared up again?!
Liang Sheng grew worried and wanted to turn and look. In the next second, he felt a surge of warmth coming from behind him.
He was roughly pulled into the man’s embrace, and a pair of powerful arms tightly hugged his waist.
Above his head was heavy breathing.
Liang Sheng could clearly feel Shen Xingyu’s rising and falling chest, and… he was naked!
The un-dried water droplets on the man’s chest dampened his back—cool, yet also causing a slight tingling itch.
Liang Sheng, however, was like someone struck by an electric shock; his body went rigid. He said with a tremble: “W-what are you doing?”
“You’re not asleep.”
The voice was cold, carrying a hint of anger.
Liang Sheng felt a bit guilty. He bit his lip while trying his best to shrink his body to avoid zero-distance contact with his husband, while explaining incoherently:
“I… let go of me! Hurry up and go to sleep! You have to go to work tomorrow! If you want to punish me for giving your little lover mustard, you can… do it tomorrow!”
But he only heard Shen Xingyu let out a snort and a laugh. With a bit of force, he pulled Liang Sheng, who had barely managed to make a bit of space, back to press tightly against his chest.
“He’s not worthy of making me waste my time.”
His cold lips were pressed against Liang Sheng’s ear. His voice was low, each word deliberate and full of amusement.
Liang Sheng’s heart pounded like thunder, leaving him at a loss.
His face was also burning hot.
“What… what do you mean?”
While feeling shy, he was also extremely surprised.
Usually, Shen Xingyu protected his little lover Su Nian closely and showed him much affection. Why was he now saying he wasn’t worthy?
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