Jealous Over Nothing

Games with leaders present always seemed to move quickly.

Anyone with eyes could tell the employees were going easy on them.

Ye Qingpu was helpless. It made his competitive spirit feel like a joke.

But when he faced Pei Jiaqian and Jian Wen, Ye Qingpu smiled. He could lose to anyone but them.

Standing at the starting line, Jiang Wenke instinctively placed a hand around Ye Qingpu's waist and focused.

Pei Jiaqian suddenly gave a soft scoff from beside them.

"Is it really necessary to hold someone's waist for a three-legged race? Is that some kind of winning pose, Boss Ye?"

Ye Qingpu merely shot him a somewhat speechless glance.

Jiang Wenke awkwardly lowered his hand, the tips of his ears turning red enough to bleed.

Ye Qingpu grabbed his hand and placed it over his own shoulder, then wrapped an arm around him in return. He gave Pei Jiaqian a polite smile.

"I don't see any problem with it, Young Master Pei."

Pei Jiaqian shut his mouth. That hand was an eyesore no matter how he looked at it, so he simply looked away.

"Don't be too stiff. I don't want to see those two ahead of me," Ye Qingpu said quietly.

"Don't worry, Boss. I'll definitely make sure you win."

Jiang Wenke spoke with certainty, though he was panicking inside. If he turned his head even slightly, he could smell his boss's scent.

But since Ye Qingpu had said so, there was no way he could lose. Otherwise, wouldn't the physique he had built over five years in the military have gone to waste?

As the colored flag came down, everyone in the stands began shouting encouragement.

Pei Jiaqian had no interest in the race. His eyes were fixed entirely on the hand around Ye Qingpu's slender waist.

His teeth itched with jealousy, and without realizing it, he sped up. Jian Wen was caught off guard, lost his balance, and fell to the ground.

Pei Jiaqian came back to his senses, looking somewhat apologetic.

"Sorry. I wasn't paying attention."

Jian Wen smiled gently, making quite a few people nearby blush. Sure enough, a beautiful omega looked breathtaking even when breathing.

Pei Jiaqian helped Jian Wen up, but his gaze landed on the person nearly hanging off Jiang Wenke. He almost ground his molars to pieces.

Once they reached the finish line, Jiang Wenke swiftly removed the rope around their legs and grinned at Ye Qingpu.

"Boss, we won."

"Good job."

Ye Qingpu patted his shoulder, then turned and gave Pei Jiaqian a provocative look, silently raising a hand to make a finishing move.

Instead of getting angry, Pei Jiaqian smiled. What a cute little brat.

Jian Wen had been about to tell his fiancé that he had scraped his knee, but when he noticed the smile in Pei Jiaqian's eyes as he looked at Ye Qingpu, he quietly clenched his fists.

The winning team's prize was half a chilled watermelon.

Ye Qingpu found a knife and cut it into small pieces, placing them on the table for whoever wanted some to take.

He took a small piece for himself, then sat cross-legged in his grandmaster's chair again.

Tsk... what rare comfort.

He propped his sunglasses on his head and narrowed his eyes, enjoying the rare moment of ease—only to start coughing as he ate the cold fruit.

He instinctively tugged at the hem of his shirt. The weather was not particularly hot, and the cool breeze blowing into his clothes made him shiver.

Suddenly, the half piece of watermelon in his hand was snatched away. Ye Qingpu froze.

Pei Jiaqian squatted in front of Ye Qingpu, holding the watermelon as he offered him a neatly cut fruit box.

"Brother, don't eat too much cold stuff."

Ye Qingpu glanced at him and reached for his watermelon, but Pei Jiaqian dodged away.

"Are you sick?" Ye Qingpu frowned.

"Eat mine."

Pei Jiaqian held the fruit box closer.

Ye Qingpu smiled, took the box, and promptly tossed it into the trash can beside him.

"Brother's heart is so cruel. I cut that especially for you, and I even got hurt."

As he spoke, Pei Jiaqian pitifully held up the finger with a bandage on it.

"Stay away from me. Disgusting."

Ye Qingpu snorted and got up to leave.

Pei Jiaqian watched his retreating back and chuckled helplessly.

As Ye Qingpu was preparing to return to his room, Jian Wen appeared from nowhere and stopped him, his tone unfriendly.

"Looks like you really enjoy being the third party in someone else's relationship, Mr. Ye, the richest man."

Ye Qingpu looked at him calmly, his gaze disdainful.

"Are you blind?"

Couldn't he see that Pei Jiaqian was the one sticking himself to him? What was wrong with this guy?

Jian Wen was stunned. He had not expected this man to be... so rude.

"Move aside, Young Master Jian. You're blocking the way."

Ye Qingpu gave him no pleasant expression, bumped past him, and went straight back to his room.

This was not the workplace, and it was private time. Why should he put up with anyone's nonsense?

Ye Qingpu was not afraid of offending people. He had every right to be proud and arrogant.

The first thing he did after entering the room was lift his shirt and inspect his waist.

That man really was rough. During a simple three-legged race, he had managed to pinch bruises into Ye Qingpu's lower back.

Ye Qingpu frowned in irritation. The next second, a warm hand suddenly covered his waist, startling two curse words out of him.

"Feeling guilty, Brother?"

Pei Jiaqian, who had somehow entered without him noticing, looked at him with amusement.

Ye Qingpu frowned, a vulgar retort poised to leave his mouth.

"I'm guilty my ass. How did you get in here? Get out."

"Brother has marks on him from another man. Don't you think you should feel guilty?"

Pei Jiaqian crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, his eyes full of interest.

All the words in the world came together as one sentence from Ye Qingpu's mouth. "Are you sick?"

"I'm lovesick. So, Brother, won't you ease my longing?"

"...Young Master Pei, I thought I made myself very clear. I don't want anything to do with you anymore. You already have an omega fiancé. Could you stop clinging to me like some female ghost?"

Ye Qingpu sounded rather helpless.

"Has Brother grown tired of me?" Pei Jiaqian's gaze darkened.

"I hope you'll have some self-respect."

"Is Brother jealous because I have an omega fiancé?"

"I'm jealous my ass."

Ye Qingpu could not be bothered to waste words on him. He grabbed Pei Jiaqian's arm, intending to throw him out.

"But I'm jealous. Brother ignores me, yet lets other men hold and hug you."

Pei Jiaqian stood where he was, as immovable as a mountain.

"I was fucking playing a game... No, why the hell am I explaining myself to you? Get the fuck out."

Pei Jiaqian pursed his lips, his attitude unwavering.

The two simply glared at each other.

Ye Qingpu suddenly laughed in anger.

This man was sick.

And he was sick for playing along with him.

"If you won't leave, I will."

As Ye Qingpu spoke, he turned to go out.

Pei Jiaqian suddenly wrapped his arms around him from behind and bit down on the back of his neck.

The scent unique to an enigma immediately flooded Ye Qingpu's nose. Pain shot through him, and he sucked in a sharp breath.

Was this man a dog?

"Brother, don't ignore me..."

Pei Jiaqian's voice was muffled as he buried his head in the crook of Ye Qingpu's neck.

"What kind of bastard are you, Pei Jiaqian? Can you fucking have some sense of boundaries? You want me, Ye Qingpu, to be a homewrecker? Go eat your great-grandfather's shit!"

Ye Qingpu shoved at the arms locked tightly around his waist, his tone brimming with impatience.

Pei Jiaqian did not get angry. Still holding him, he sat down on the bed in that back-hugging position.

Ye Qingpu's entire body jolted. Even with his face red from anger, he could only grit his teeth and dare not make another rash move.

"You fucking..."

His voice immediately dropped several pitches. Faced with the man behind him, Ye Qingpu was rather helpless. In terms of strength, the other man could overwhelm him completely.

"Brother obviously can't live without me."

Pei Jiaqian's voice was hoarse as he gently kissed the circle of teeth marks he had left on Ye Qingpu's neck.

Ye Qingpu's face turned red enough to bleed, and he opened his mouth to bite the back of his own hand.

"Brother needs my pheromones. Once you leave me, where else can you find an enigma who matches you so perfectly?"

"Hm? Isn't that right, Brother?"

"Shh... Brother, don't curse at me so loudly, understand? Your employees are laughing outside. What if they hear you scolding me?"

"Oh—right. I forgot to lock the door. If someone comes in now, they'll see Brother looking this angry."

"Brother probably doesn't know what you look like right now... Let me describe it for you... Your face is all red, your body is trembling, and you're sitting on my lap without even knowing how to resist..."

With red-rimmed eyes, Ye Qingpu bit the back of his hand hard until the taste of blood filled his mouth.

Pei Jiaqian effortlessly pulled the hand from between his teeth. A soft sound escaped his throat as his thumb pressed against Ye Qingpu's tongue, and then he chuckled.

"Brother has very healthy teeth."

"You fucking... let go."

Ye Qingpu's face was flushed as he clamped down on the two fingers in his mouth.

Pei Jiaqian smiled.

Only when Ye Qingpu seemed thoroughly steeped in the enigma's pheromones did Pei Jiaqian release him.

He wiped his hand on Ye Qingpu's fair thigh, then remained in that embracing position, burying his head against Ye Qingpu's neck and shoulder as he lingered over the pheromone scent on him that belonged only to himself.