The Pitiful Omega’s Contract Marriage with a Wealthy Tycoon 35

Chapter 35

“Today—Mr. Pei—is it today? The AO Matching System staff, are they coming for an inspection?”
Breakfast dessert had just been served on a silver platter. Bai Yan held his pudding spoon, but before he could dig in, he heard Auntie Chen ask Mr. Pei if they should start preparing tea for the guests.
He was wondering what guests, when he suddenly remembered the important note on his calendar. His eyes instantly widened.
Today was the one-month anniversary of his and Mr. Pei’s marriage registration!
According to the AO Association’s regulations, he and Mr. Pei were in a flash marriage. The AO Matching System staff would be visiting today to verify if their marital relationship was real.
Their inspections were always strict. If they didn’t meet the corresponding standards, they might even be forced to dissolve the marriage!
The young man’s eyes were wide, his snow-white teeth nervously digging into his lower lip.

Pei Tingyu suddenly averted his gaze from that pink hue, turned his head, and coughed. He said thoughtfully, “So, it should be today.”
A smile touched the man’s lips. Before he could say anything reassuring, the Omega in front of him immediately threw down his spoon and rushed toward the stairs.
He only managed to throw a hurried “Mr. Pei, please wait, I’ll go get ready now.”
The spoon fell back into the celadon bowl, making a crisp clinking sound against the edge.
The man watched the young man disappear behind the doorway and shook his head helplessly, a doting smile in his eyes.

Bai Yan rushed back to his room on the third floor. Without even catching his breath, he immediately ran to the bedroom, opened the third drawer of his bedside table, and took out the ring box with both hands.
The clasp recognized his fingerprint and, with a click, it sprang open. The ring, worth tens of millions, lay quietly inside, the pink diamond on top glowing with a magnificent light.
The young man pressed his lips together, knelt on the carpet, and carefully took out the ring, slowly sliding it onto his ring finger.
The heavy, cool feeling eased some of the anxiety in his heart.
Bai Yan stood up. Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, his gaze fell on what he was wearing.
A yellow sweater and jeans. It didn’t look like he was taking the inspection seriously at all!
A cold sweat broke out on his forehead. The Omega didn’t have time to wipe it away and ran straight to the walk-in closet, opened the wardrobe doors, and quickly scanned the full racks of clothes.
Ahhh, oh no, the young man screamed internally. How could I have completely forgotten about this?

The day was breaking, and the morning air at Yǎyuán was filled with the damp scent of grass.
Pei Tingyu had walked a few laps around the lawn with Oz. He was just about to raise his hand to look at his watch when the sound of pattering footsteps came from the small gate.
“Mr., Mr. Pei,” Bai Yan said, panting, as he came to a stop in front of Pei Tingyu. “I’m here.”
His fair little face was flushed a light pink from running, the color spreading to the back of his neck.
His pale gold hair was mostly stuck to his forehead, but a few strands were slightly curled up, just enough to reveal the small, plum-blossom-like red mole in the corner.
The young man panted for a few seconds before recovering. He looked up uncertainly and asked, “Mr. Pei, is what I’m wearing okay?”
Bai Yan had spent a long time choosing from his wardrobe and had finally settled on a simple shirt and black pants. Time was too tight, and he hadn’t even had time to ask about it the night before, so he had rushed downstairs.
What questions would the staff ask? Do I need to coordinate my story with Mr. Pei?

“Wait.”
As he was lost in thought, Pei Tingyu suddenly leaned over and slowly approached Bai Yan.
The man’s gentle features once again filled his entire vision. Before the orange blossom pheromones could completely invade his senses, Bai Yan held his breath, forcing back the urge to retreat.
He thought in a daze.
Something seems different.
Has Mr. Pei always been this gentle?
A soft rustling sound came from his shirt collar. Bai Yan lowered his head and only then realized that the man had just straightened his upturned collar.
The warm scent of orange blossom enveloped him. The young man blinked, and his nervous heart suddenly became calm.
A sliver of courage was born from somewhere. He heard himself suddenly ask, “Mr. Pei, what if I say the wrong thing?”
The young man’s eyes were filled with obvious distress, but he no longer closed his heart off as he used to.
Because now, he had a family he could rely on.

The man’s heart softened. He couldn’t help but pat the young man’s soft hair and asked softly, “Is our marriage based on the principle of voluntary participation?”
Bai Yan let the man’s palm rest on his head and nodded obediently. “Mm.”
Pei Tingyu: “After a month together, are you satisfied with your new spouse, with this marriage?”
Bai Yan nodded again. “Of course, I’m satisfied.”
“Then there’s nothing to worry about.”
A smile still lingered on the man’s lips. He didn’t withdraw his hand, but instead, held it out flat in front of Bai Yan.
His magnetic voice teased the young man’s heartstrings. “If you’re scared, just hold my hand.”
The young man’s heart skipped a beat. After a long moment, he nodded firmly and gently took his hand.
“Okay.”

At ten o’clock in the morning, the staff from the AO Matching System arrived on time.
The visitor had silver-white hair, her age unreadable. Her black suit was crisp and neat, impeccable. She nodded to the hosts with a cool expression.
On her chest, a name tag read “President Jiang Yinglan” in flamboyant, cursive script.
President Jiang Yinglan! Where the two of them couldn’t see, Bai Yan quietly sucked in a breath.
Madam Jiang, the current president of the AO Association, had been rated the most capable and iron-fisted president at a young age, and it had been over ten years now. Rumor had it that her style was the most severe, and she couldn’t tolerate even a speck of dust in her eyes.
If she found out that he and Mr. Pei were in a contract marriage, wouldn’t they be doomed?!

After polite pleasantries, the three of them sat on the garden terrace.
Jiang Yinglan politely accepted the tea served by the housekeeper and took out a file from her briefcase.
“I’ve already reviewed your files on the way here. Don’t be nervous. Today is just a simple test.”
Calm down, Bai Yan, calm down! There’s nothing to be nervous about.
Bai Yan pressed his lips together, one hand unconsciously pressing on his trembling knee. He secretly chanted in his heart, xian sheng, xian sheng, xian sheng, xian sheng…

Jiang Yinglan roughly scanned the file and said coolly, “Bai Yan, the data shows that your compatibility with your new spouse is as high as 85%, and his most recent rut was within this month.”
“Please tell me,” she said, drawing out her words and lifting her eyelids to look directly at him, “did you spend this rut with him?”
“If so, please tell me the specific details.”

Bai Yan froze.
Oh no, is the first question so sharp?
The young man sat up straight, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. He spoke in a strained, soft voice.
“After we got married, my husband did have a rut. That was also the… one rut we spent together.”
“My husband was afraid I wouldn’t be able to handle it. He would rather be alone than get comfort by marking me.”
“I was very worried about him. So I went upstairs against his wishes…”
Memories of the past flooded his mind, and the details he had ignored gradually surfaced.
He clearly didn’t like dim light, but after he entered the room, he had turned on the desk lamp beside him.
Even though he was extremely uncomfortable and on the verge of losing his reason, he would still pretend to be cold and aloof, trying to scare him away.
Even that passionate kiss, his pheromones had been restrainedly soothing him.
And in the end… my husband never forced me.
My husband, no matter how cold he appears, is actually a very gentle person at heart.

A faint scent of orange blossom was released into the air. Even though it was affected by the scent-blocker and the scent was faint, Bai Yan could still accurately pick up this scent.
His strained words slowly became peaceful. The young man’s palm gradually grew moist. His right hand was still held by the man, the warm, moist feeling passing from where they touched.
A cold, hard object touched his finger. He knew it was the wedding ring his husband was wearing.
“…I’m not so presumptuous as to think I’m that special. I just believe that my husband wouldn’t hurt any weak Omega, even when he’s on the verge of losing his reason.”
“And as his partner, when he loses his reason, I must be by his side.”

Pei Tingyu’s gaze was stunned for a moment. So that’s what his precious was thinking that night?
The man’s heart was both sour and bitter. His precious trusts him so unconditionally, relies on him so much, even if it’s just… as family?
After he had spoken, Bai Yan realized what he had just said. The young man looked up in a daze and suddenly met the man’s complicated gaze. He immediately and hastily lowered his gaze.
A wave of heat came from his cheeks. He subconsciously wanted to pull his hot hand away.
The Alpha’s grip was not strong, but it was irresistible. He couldn’t pull away for a moment and could only continue to hold the man’s palm tightly.
Oh my god, what did I just say? The young man was too embarrassed to look up and said in a small voice, “That’s, that’s all.”

While the Omega was speaking, Jiang Yinglan had been watching him calmly. Only after Bai Yan finished did she softly say, “Good.”
Fortunately, the subsequent questions were much simpler, such as what the other’s tastes were, if they had any special hobbies, what their living habits were, and so on.
Bai Yan could answer them all.
What surprised him was that Mr. Pei could also quickly answer some of his habits.
As expected of a top-tier Alpha. His memory is also top-tier. Even though he had only seen his file a month ago, he could still recall it accurately now.

“Very good. Thank you for your cooperation.” Jiang Yinglan rearranged the files and placed them to the side, taking off her leather gloves.
She picked up a white porcelain cup, lowered her head to test the temperature with a porcelain spoon, and said coolly, “Bai Yan, according to the regulations, I have some questions to ask your Alpha partner alone.”
Bai Yan’s hand tightened. He subconsciously glanced at Mr. Pei beside him.
The man looked over with a gentle gaze and said with a slight parting of his thin lips, “It’s okay. Go ahead.”

“Okay, then, xian sheng, President Jiang, I’ll be going.” Bai Yan pressed his lips together, stood up obediently, and pulled his hand from the man’s palm.
His palm was empty. The young man unconsciously rubbed his fingers, as if the Alpha’s body temperature still lingered on his fingertips.
Pei Tingyu watched the young man’s slender figure leave, all the way until he ran to the distant lawn and joined the happily running Oz.
The bright, clear sunlight couldn’t bear to miss out either, and a few rays of light shone through the woods, lovingly illuminating the young man’s head, making his pale gold hair glow faintly.
Jiang Yinglan rested her chin on her clasped hands and watched with great interest, following his gaze.
After a long moment, she tapped her bent fingers on the table and asked with a raised eyebrow, “Have you seen enough? May I take up Mr. Pei’s precious time now?”

Pei Tingyu calmly withdrew his gaze, his voice returning to its usual flatness. “Of course.”

“Then,” Jiang Yinglan’s smile faded, her expression becoming more formal, “we can have a good talk about your contract marriage with Bai Yan.”

Bai Yan was half-crouched on the lawn, ruffling the Doberman’s warm head.
The dog responded with great enthusiasm, but the Omega was a little absent-minded, his gaze frequently glancing toward the garden terrace.
It was a little far away, and he couldn’t hear their voices.
What will President Jiang ask Mr. Pei? Why did she send him away?
The young man frowned anxiously. If they can’t pass the inspection, will he have to divorce Mr. Pei?
Divorce, move out of Yǎyuán… does that mean he’ll never be able to see Mr. Pei again?
A strange sense of loss filled his heart. It was both sour and bitter, and it clogged his chest, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
The young man couldn’t help but clutch his faintly aching chest, thinking with a sense of dejection and dawning realization.
So now that I have a family again, I can also be sad about the fear of loss?
Never being able to have something, and having it and then losing it—which experience is more painful?
He has already tasted honey. How can he bear to eat bitter gourd again?
He doesn’t want to experience this kind of pain a second time.
The reason he had initially agreed to the contract marriage had long since blurred with their time together. The reason he stayed at Yǎyuán had also unconsciously changed.
Bai Yan couldn’t yet fully understand what this change represented, but he subconsciously felt a sense of security and satisfaction.
A strange feeling arose with it, quietly sprouting in his heart. Nourished and watered by the rain and dew, it was like a tender blade of grass in spring, about to break through the soil—
But, the most important question before him now was—
If he and Mr. Pei have to divorce, what should he do?
At the same time, in Bai Yan’s line of sight, Pei Tingyu stood up, shook hands with Jiang Yinglan, and was slowly walking toward him.