WT Chapter 34

Chapter 34 Don’t Forgive Me, Completely Holding the Bewildered Youth in His Hands…

On one side of the wide, soft bed, Jiang Quanyu held Wen Shixi, gradually leaning down and placing him gently on the corner of the bed.

As pheromones slowly diffused, Wen Shixi felt himself lifted into the air and then placed on the bed, his head still spinning slightly.

Jiang Quanyu slowly straightened up, standing in front of Wen Shixi, his gaze lowered, looking at the fluffy head below.

Wen Shixi had two hair whorls, and looking down from above, his head always looked messy, like a clumsy little animal who didn’t like to groom itself properly.

Jiang Quanyu slowly moved his hand, gently caressing Wen Shixi’s jaw, gradually guiding him to look up.

Until their eyes met, his large hand cupped the delicate, soft chin, and at a glance, it looked as if he completely held the bewildered youth in his hands.

Soft lips parted slightly, revealing a hint of intimate heat.

Jiang Quanyu’s fingertips gently caressed, his fingertips tracing over his skin inch by inch.

“Still uncomfortable?”

Without thinking, Wen Shixi shook his head directly.

Jiang Quanyu paused slightly, then continued, “I’ve contacted several doctors abroad for you. Go to the hospital for another examination next week.”

Hearing this, Wen Shixi frowned slightly.

His Pheromone Imbalance Disorder was caused by forced differentiation, and the person in front of him was the culprit.

“It can’t be cured.” Wen Shixi said, “So many doctors couldn’t do anything. Does brother want to cure me to ease his own guilt?”

“The same old rhetoric.” Jiang Quanyu said indifferently, “If I felt guilty, would I want you to forgive me?”

Wen Shixi thought for a moment, “Maybe?”

“I don’t do things with maybes, and besides—” Jiang Quanyu pinched Wen Shixi’s chin, his voice deep and heavy, “Don’t forgive me.”

The man stood in a backlit angle, moonlight casting a thin outline on him.

In Wen Shixi’s impression, apart from the mistake Jiang Quanyu had made to him seven years ago, his brother seemed perfect in every way.

A well-tailored suit, meticulously buttoned to the top, everywhere filled with a nobility and restraint that others could not reach or taint.

But the obscurity within the faint light was a chaotic darkness, filled with imperceptible noise.

Wen Shixi didn’t understand why Jiang Quanyu didn’t want his forgiveness.

Did Jiang Quanyu himself know that he could never forgive him?

After a moment, Wen Shixi said, “I understand. I’ll go. Give me the name of the hospital.”

Jiang Quanyu: “Also…”

Jiang Quanyu thought about the news he had just heard at the banquet, his tone hesitant.

“You helped Tang Xu just now, didn’t you?”

When Wen Shixi heard Jiang Quanyu mention Tang Xu, the gentleness flowing in his pupils paused, and he replied briefly, “Yes.”

Jiang Quanyu’s hand moved slightly, gently pinching Wen Shixi’s chin: “You also agreed to play a duet with him, why?”

Hearing this, Wen Shixi’s eyes drooped slightly subconsciously.

He was a little displeased, and as he gradually recovered, he revealed his usual indifference.

“You only said you’d find me after the banquet because you wanted to ask about Tang Xu?”

Jiang Quanyu: “Yes.”

Hearing this, Wen Shixi was silent for a moment.

Then, Wen Shixi said, “It’s because of brother.”

As he spoke, a hint of coolness and intimacy appeared on his lips: “Since you already know, isn’t it too polite to not come directly to thank me and instead ask me why?”

Jiang Quanyu didn’t understand, “What do you mean, because of me?”

Wen Shixi raised one hand, grasped Jiang Quanyu’s fingertips that were pinching his chin, and removed that warm hand: “This is meaningless.”

His tone became distant: “We’re family, after all. Are you really going to hide it until the engagement banquet to give everyone a surprise?”

Wen Shixi emphasized the word “family” in a particularly subtle way.

Jiang Quanyu frowned slightly, glancing at his hand that had been removed.

Jiang Quanyu thought for a moment and opened his mouth.

“I won’t marry Tang Xu. Those reports are just hype from Tang Xu’s management team.”

Hearing this, Wen Shixi’s light-colored lips tightened.

“…Is that so?” Wen Shixi said, retracting his hand, “You went to almost every one of Tang Xu’s performances in Washington. The media said you were affectionate and devoted. I guess that’s true.”

So what if he said he wouldn’t marry?

Seeing this, Jiang Quanyu revealed a deep, probing look on his indifferent face.

He looked at Wen Shixi’s face, which had no flaws, and then explained, “Tang Xu’s father is a friend of my father, so he asked me to take care of him in the United States. I only treat him as a younger brother.”

Listening to Jiang Quanyu’s words, Wen Shixi’s throat tightened again and again.

He exhaled and revealed a cold smile.

“Younger brother?” Wen Shixi leaned back and supported himself with both hands behind him.

He reminded him.

“I’m your younger brother too.”

Wen Shixi had always been clear that Jiang Quanyu was thirty-three years old this year and had long since reached the age to marry.

To him, news of his brother’s marriage had come later than expected.

Even if it wasn’t Tang Xu, it would be another omega.

He didn’t care who that person was.

But at this moment, Wen Shixi didn’t understand why Jiang Quanyu had said he would come to him at the banquet and had taken the initiative to talk about Tang Xu. Was it to explain these things to him?

Wen Shixi blinked and parted his lips slightly.

His eyes were still tinged with a faint red from the influence of the pheromones.

In the silence, Wen Shixi slowly opened his mouth, his tone uncertain and hesitant.

“So, why did brother want to explain to me that your relationship with Mr. Tang is just a rumor?”