Chapter 54: The Incompetent Husband 09 Part 2

“We’ll talk once we’re there.” Hearing Ye Mingxu agree, Young Master Zhang let out a sigh of relief.

They finished their coffee and left for the golf course.

Ye Mingxu was familiar with the place. He wondered in his mind what exactly Meng Chenxiao was planning.

Young Master Zhang led him to the course. After changing clothes, they started playing, and he completely forgot about the real matter at hand.

Ye Mingxu had tied his hair up high. He scanned the surroundings, feeling even more baffled.

Yu Sui had followed Meng Chenxiao here to catch him in the act. He was deeply dissatisfied with the man beside him—truly willing to stoop to any means to get the one he wanted.

Yet he still had to play along.

They arrived at the course and spotted Ye Mingxu playing golf with someone from afar.

“This…”

“See? They’re having a grand old time,” Meng Chenxiao said. “You’re injured, and not only does he not take care of you, but he’s here playing with someone else.”

He stood up for Yu Sui. “That’s just too much.”

“This doesn’t really prove anything,” Yu Sui said.

“There’s more to it.” Meng Chenxiao hadn’t expected him to trust Ye Mingxu so much now.

He led Yu Sui to a private room and sent a message.

Young Master Zhang heard his phone chime and checked the message.

“Let’s go talk business.”

Ye Mingxu heard this and gave him a deep look.

Young Master Zhang coughed. “Ahem, why are you staring at me like that?”

Ye Mingxu looked away. “Nothing.”

Meng Chenxiao got the message and gestured for Yu Sui to come closer to the door.

The two of them pressed their heads together and peered through the peephole.

Ye Mingxu entered the opposite private room alone.

Soon, a young man passed by, phone in hand, seemingly sending a message.

“That’s right, it’s that Lawyer Ye. We’re on a date.”

Yu Sui frowned at those words. He felt like Meng Chenxiao was treating him like a fool.

“Did you hear that?” Meng Chenxiao said.

Yu Sui pressed his lips together and watched the young man enter the room across from them.

He straightened up. “How could he…”

“There are plenty more fish in the sea—why pine for one flower?” Meng Chenxiao looked at him. “He’s betrayed you. Divorce him.”

Yu Sui finally understood the man’s ultimate goal with all this: to push for a divorce.

He could no longer tolerate Yu Sui’s presence.

Yu Sui stiffened, falling silent.

Meng Chenxiao kept persuading him from the side.

Yu Sui frowned. “It could also be a setup by someone else.”

Meng Chenxiao stiffened, turning his face away awkwardly. “Maybe.”

He couldn’t press on, but he believed the seed of doubt had been planted…

Ye Mingxu watched the young man enter. This was his client for the case.

The guy spouted a bunch of nonsense, leaving Ye Mingxu utterly puzzled. What was the point of all this?

Yu Sui waited in the room for a bit and grew bored. “I’m going back.”

He had no intention of actually confronting them—the fallout would be messy.

Meng Chenxiao nodded.

They left, and just as Ye Mingxu opened the door to step out, he caught sight of Yu Sui’s retreating back and paused in surprise.

Why was Yu Sui here?

Were the two of them on a date here?

He hurried after them.

Meng Chenxiao saw Yu Sui looking downcast and tried to console him. “Don’t be sad over someone who doesn’t deserve it.”

“Your instincts were right.”

Yu Sui found him annoying. And this whole thing was so lacking in grace.

Ye Mingxu didn’t dare follow too closely, so he couldn’t hear their conversation.

All he saw was the man with an arm around Yu Sui’s shoulders—like close friends—but the man kept turning his face to gaze at his husband.

Ye Mingxu frowned. Was Meng Chenxiao orchestrating all this to provoke him? To drive him away?

No way in hell!

He pretended not to notice and drove off.

Meng Chenxiao took Yu Sui out to dinner and didn’t bring up the matter again.

He noticed the man’s mood was foul, and he was growing colder toward him. Meng Chenxiao stiffened.

Had his plan been seen through?

Was Yu Sui just using him for a thrill after all?

Meng Chenxiao felt depressed and quietly poured wine for Yu Sui.

The man, in a poor mood, didn’t refuse.

Once again, Yu Sui got drunk.

Meng Chenxiao helped him leave.

The driver took them back, and they sat in the rear.

With the partition raised, he pulled Yu Sui tightly into his arms.

Feeling Yu Sui’s body heat, his heart pounded wildly.

Meng Chenxiao looked down at the man with closed eyes and swallowed hard, slowly leaning in.

Their lips brushed, and he jerked back guiltily, cheeks flushing.

Meng Chenxiao held his hand and licked his dry lips but did nothing more.

It wasn’t time yet.

When Ye Mingxu got home, he didn’t turn on the lights. Instead, he slipped into the second bedroom.

He didn’t know how long he waited before the door opened.

That damn man had held his husband so intimately.

His eyes burned red, and his mind raced with suspicions again.

Was Yu Sui drunk this time? Or just asleep?

Had something happened between them?

Meng Chenxiao, seeing Ye Mingxu wasn’t back, figured his friend had held him up.

Emboldened, he carried Yu Sui into his bedroom.

Next door, Ye Mingxu opened his laptop and stared at the surveillance feed, his face twisting in rage.

He clenched his fists, teeth grinding with a creak.

Meng Chenxiao laid him on the bed, removed his jacket and shoes, and tucked him in.

“Yu Sui.”

He planted another kiss on the man’s forehead before leaving reluctantly.

Even after seeing him go, Ye Mingxu felt no relief.

This man had provoked him time and again—how could he just stop? There was only one possibility: Yu Sui was exhausted.

Exhausted from what?

After a long while, he emerged from the room.

He entered the bedroom and gazed at his sleeping husband.

Cupping Yu Sui’s face, he leaned down and kissed him.

Only like this did Ye Mingxu feel like he truly had a firm hold on Yu Sui—that the man wouldn’t leave him.

The sleeping man didn’t breathe between kisses and furrowed his brow.

Ye Mingxu finally released him. “Sorry, I forgot.”

No response came.

Ye Mingxu checked suspiciously again.

No marks—but what if they’d been deliberate not to leave any?

He stared intently at the pale neck and leaned down to leave a few bite marks.

Still not reassured.

His kisses fell again.

Teeth grinding.

He nipped and wouldn’t let go, like a starving wolf spotting a lamb.

Yu Sui frowned and struggled instinctively—but to Ye Mingxu, this seemed like rejection.

His eyes blazed red. He struggled to keep his sanity and didn’t do anything he’d regret.

Pomegranate seeds of vivid red.

Ye Mingxu felt a bit better but didn’t stop there.

The drunk man wasn’t immobile; on the contrary, thinking it was a dream, he unconsciously responded.

Ye Mingxu kissed down to his waist, eyes narrowing.

Unlike before, he lingered far longer without stopping.

Instead, he held Yu Sui and tested the waters.

After several kisses, there was hardly any resistance.

But Ye Mingxu didn’t go further—not yet. He was pushing Yu Sui’s boundaries step by step from the edge.

He even sensed a hint of reluctance to let go, which greatly improved his mood.

He kissed Yu Sui’s cheek. “Sui Sui, you can’t betray me—or I’ll make you regret it.”

Yu Sui didn’t sleep well. Unaware of his dreams, he woke with an aching body.

He rubbed his waist and frowned. Had he fallen?

No.

He sensed something off, his expression darkening.

Had Ye Mingxu done something to him again?

Was it because of yesterday’s thing with the two of them, and now feeling guilty…

Considering this possibility, Yu Sui felt a bit stifled. He really didn’t need any compensation!

Rubbing his brow, he slowly got up and nearly stumbled.

Ye Mingxu pushed open the door and saw him gripping the bed. He rushed forward. “Sui Sui, you okay?”

“What happened to me yesterday?” Yu Sui shook his head.

“You had too much to drink.” Ye Mingxu eyed him. “You were quite enthusiastic.”

His tone was suggestive. Yu Sui froze in disbelief. “Me… I was?”

“Don’t you believe me?” Ye Mingxu asked.

Yu Sui pressed his lips together and said nothing.

While washing up in the bathroom, Yu Sui saw his neck—it was too embarrassing to look at. Was this guy a dog?

He came out, giving Ye Mingxu the cold shoulder.

“Sui Sui, drink less from now on.” Ye Mingxu lied through his teeth. “I could barely keep up with you.”

“You… you’re talking nonsense. I would never…” Yu Sui felt mortified and buried his head in his meal.

But to Ye Mingxu’s ears, it sounded different.

He wouldn’t take the initiative with him? Then who would he with?

Jealousy surged in his heart. He bit his chopsticks, appetite gone.

Yu Sui finished eating, stood to straighten his clothes, and grabbed his briefcase to leave.

“I’ll drive you,” Ye Mingxu said. “The bite marks are pretty obvious.”

Yu Sui’s cheeks flushed bright red at those words. “You… you…”

“Sui Sui is so cute,” Ye Mingxu said, flashing him a smile.

Yu Sui was stunned for a moment.

Ye Mingxu was undoubtedly a beauty, and his smile was so radiant that it was impossible to look away.

He cleared his throat lightly and turned his face away as realization dawned.

Ye Mingxu drove him to the area near the company and pulled over. “By the way, Sui Sui, where did you go for drinks last night?”

Hearing the question, Yu Sui paused. “Why are you asking? You wouldn’t get it even if I told you.”

He pushed open the car door and got out.

Ye Mingxu watched his retreating back, his expression gradually turning serious.

Meng Chenxiao had returned home the night before, buzzing with excitement for ages before he finally fell asleep. The next day, he couldn’t wait to see Yu Sui and arrived at the company early.

When Yu Sui pushed open the door, his eyes lit up.

But when he noticed the man’s slightly swollen lips and the red marks peeking out from his collar, Meng Chenxiao’s smile froze.

“You…”

Yu Sui looked puzzled. “What’s wrong, President Meng?”

“You two…” Meng Chenxiao said, a hint of jealousy creeping into his voice.

Seeing that sight, would Yu Sui still choose to trust Ye Mingxu?

And the two of them looked like they’d had one hell of a wild night.

So, had he played wingman again?

He felt like coughing up blood on the inside but schooled his expression. “Nothing.”

Yu Sui nodded and returned to his seat.

Meng Chenxiao had no mood for work. He racked his brain, thinking of ways to sabotage their relationship.

“Go on a business trip with me next week,” he said abruptly.

Yu Sui paused. “Huh?”

[Good grief, feeling like home isn’t thrilling enough? Craving a hotel now?] The System sounded shocked. [In the hotel room, oblivious that your wife is right next door to your boss…]

“Tch.” Yu Sui glanced up at his boss. It was probably the marks on his own body that had rubbed the other man the wrong way.

He nodded and got back to work.

Once Ye Mingxu finished his tasks, he had someone look into Meng Chenxiao.

Did this guy really think he was some kind of pushover?

Meng Chenxiao’s file came through quickly.

Ye Mingxu skimmed it at a glance, his eyebrow arching slightly. Not a single bad habit or negative mark anywhere?

No, now he had one: wedging himself into someone else’s marriage, shamelessly trying to steal his husband.

But going public with it wouldn’t do Yu Sui any favors—it might even backfire on him.

So, he couldn’t take that route.

Meng Chenxiao felt untouchable precisely because of that.