Can Alpha also have babies? QAQ - Chapter 10 PT2

Chapter 10 PT2 – “You Seem To Have Gained Some Weight.”

After that day, Pei Jichuan seemed to have lifted his suspicion of Lin Shuangyu. He no longer deliberately looked for opportunities to test him, nor did he send him any messages on WeChat. Even when he went back to Pei’s house during the Mid-Autumn Festival, this guy no longer showed any interest in him.

Probably because he was fed up with his traditional alpha persona, Lin Shuangyu breathed a sigh of relief.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival comes the National Day. Lin Shuangyu, a natural worker, was not idle during the National Day. Early in the morning, he overcame his autumn sleepiness, forced himself to get up, washed, had a simple breakfast, and went out with his painting tools.

“No buddy, you don’t sleep at all.”

At 8:30 in the morning, Wang Jin, with a head of yellow messy hair and wearing slippers, yawned as he opened the rolling door of a store.

He was Lin Shuangyu’s childhood friend, the son of the landlord from whom Lin Lan rented the house before she remarried, and Lin Shuangyu’s best childhood playmate.

Lin Shuangyu: “I slept for 7 hours.”

Wang Jin thought of his unshakable work and rest schedule and hissed with a toothache: “With your level of self-discipline, you will succeed in everything you do.”

Lin Shuangyu thought about how he had been feeling sleepy recently due to not being able to get up and not getting enough sleep, and thought that maybe he would soon become like everyone else.

The shutter door was still rising slowly. Wang Jin took out a pack of cigarettes, took a bite of one and lit it. He looked at Lin Shuangyu and looked him up and down: “Why do I feel like you’ve gained weight?”

Lin Shuangyu looked down at his body and asked, “Is there?”

“Hmm, your stomach is a little fatter.” Wang Jin scratched his abdomen.

Lin Shuangyu said “Oh” indifferently. Anyway, he couldn’t wear women’s clothes recently, so it was alright if he was fat. He could lose weight when he could wear them again.

Wang Jin saw Lin Shuangyu adjust his black-framed glasses and said, “Tsk tsk! “Time is really a butcher’s knife. Who would believe that you were once a flower on our Wutong Street.”

“…” Lin Shuangyu, who is only 22 years old, doesn’t want to talk to people who go out without a brain.

At this time, all the rolling shutters of the shops were open. Recently, Wang Jin bought a shop in an unfinished building and wanted to open a rough-style barbecue restaurant.

The unfinished style does not mean no decoration. Wang Jin did some research online and saw that those unfinished style shops all had some primitive and rough wall paintings for decoration. He remembered that his childhood friend studied fine arts in college, so he asked him to help him design.

Wang Jin walked in and turned on the lights: “Ding ding ding ding! How about this decoration? Isn’t it aesthetically pleasing?”

Lin Shuangyu glanced at the shop with almost no decoration and commented: “It’s more aesthetically pleasing than your room.”

Wang Jin’s room was a mess, and Shuangyu once described it in two words: a doghouse.

Wang Jin was quite proud when he heard this. He pointed to the only painted wall and said, “Just this wall. You can do whatever you want with it.”

“Do you have any opinions or ideas?” Lin Shuangyu asked as he put down his painting tools.

“I don’t,” Wang Jin bit his cigarette and brought a stepladder over, “Just use your imagination, I believe in you.”

Lin Shuangyu stood in front of the wall and roughly measured the size with his eyes. Combining it with the rough style of the entire store, he had an idea and started mixing the paints.

This painting cannot be completed in a short time. Wang Jin finished smoking a cigarette, threw it aside and crushed it with his foot without manners, then watched him mix the paint for a while and asked casually, “How is Aunt Lan?”

Lin Shaungyu: “Just like that.”

“That’s good. Aunt Lan has been through so much as a woman raising a child. Now she is finally getting her wish. That’s good.”

Lin Shuangyu’s fingers squeezing the paint, paused for a moment, then he sneered.

Yeah, it’s good.

“No, I have to go back and take a nap. I drank with Dachun and his gang until three o’clock last night, and I’m still dizzy now.”

Lin Shaungyu: “Go away.”

“Hey, then come to my house for lunch. My mom hasn’t seen you for a long time and she’s been missing you.”

“Um.”

Wang Jin rode away on his electric scooter, whistling. After Lin Shuangyu adjusted the colors, he walked to the wall with a paintbrush and a paint tray and began to paint.

He is very dedicated when painting, and this is also the time when he is most relaxed and can immerse himself wholeheartedly in the world he likes.

So, when he heard a voice calling his name that could never appear in a dirty and messy place like Wutong Street, he wondered if he was hallucinating.

“Lin Shuangyu.” The man called again.

Lin Shuangyu turned around and met Pei Jichuan’s dead face.

The man was tall and stood at the door of the store with an oppressive look. He was wearing a finely tailored and ironed shirt and trousers, and shiny leather shoes that were spotless. From head to toe to every inch of his hair, everything about him spoke of his noble status, which was totally out of place in Wang Jin’s shabby barbecue restaurant.

Lin Shuangyu’s eyelids twitched.

Could it be that this stinky man is following him?

He immediately denied this idea. If Pei Jichuan wanted to understand him, he could easily solve it with a sentence “I want all the information about this person within three minutes”. There was no need to follow him personally.

Lin Shuangyu pretended to be shocked and in awe of the man: “Cousin, why are you here?”

“Visiting a teacher, passing by.”

Pei Jichuan explained briefly and asked, “Do you mind if I come in and take a look?”

‘Mind, it’s best for you to go back to where you came from and where you can cool down!’

Lin Shuangyu suspected that he had stabbed the ancestors of the Pei family in his previous life, otherwise how could he be spotted by Pei Jin while doing a live broadcast, and meet Pei Jichuan while painting.

It makes sense to explain that he killed their ancestors in the previous life. It’s a sin that cannot be escaped.

“It’s quite a mess here.”

Lin Shuangyu showed his last bit of stubbornness and spoke in an uneasy and hesitant tone.

“It doesn’t matter.”

Pei Jichuan had already walked in, completely ignoring the fact that his presence was out of place here, and his eyes fell on the painting on the wall: “You painted it.”

No matter how excited he was, Lin Shuangyu never showed it on the surface and just said “hmm” in a muffled voice.

“You draw so well, no wonder Uncle He recommended you to work at Rip.”

Lin Shuangyu then remembered this matter, pursed his lips, and said with courage: “I don’t plan to go to work.”

Pei Jichuan, the proud son of heaven, probably heard someone reject his olive branch for the first time, and asked: “Why?”

“I am not likable, I am not good at interpersonal relationships, and I plan to stay at home full-time.”

Lin Shuangyu lowered his head as he spoke, rubbing a dried paint stain on the front of his apron. It seemed that years of lack of confidence made him afraid to look at people while he spoke, completely separating himself from Liln, who was shining brightly on the stage.

Pei Jichuan thought it was happening again.

Indeed, the two people are completely different.

But Lin Shuangyu’s appearance, height, and figure…

Lin Shuangyu wore a T-shirt today, and tied an apron to prevent it from getting stained by paint. The thin straps of the apron held the loose T-shirt, outlining his slim figure.

“Hmm?” Pei Jichuan’s eyes fell on Lin Shuangyu’s waist without any hesitation, “You seem to have gained some weight.”

Lin Shaungyu: “…………”

One by one, two by two, they all come to stab his heart, right?