The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

President Pei and Director Wen both have their own careers, so after the wedding and honeymoon, they soon started their busy and fulfilling lives. Sometimes Pei Du is working on a big project, or Wen Qiu's filming is at a critical stage, so they may not see each other for three or four months.

Fortunately, both of them are masters of time management, and they can occasionally create opportunities to meet. For example, when the plane was delayed due to a storm, the two successfully met at the Munich Airport, checked into a hotel for three hours, and then went their separate ways in neat and tidy clothes.

Especially when Wen Qiu was busy, he could stay away from home for half a year, so Pei Du even bought a private plane. On important days like wedding anniversaries, Pei Du would travel thousands of miles to the crew and kidnap the director home with good reason.

"Let me go back..." The big director was still not happy, muttering in his arms, "The storyboards are not finished yet, and the script needs to be revised. What can I do at home..."

"Be my wife." Pei Du said confidently, releasing a large amount of pheromones as he spoke.

After being fully marked, the estrus period became something that was very easy to adjust. Pei Du would always count the days for him and use his pheromones to guide him at the right time. Soon, Wen Qiu's breathing became rapid and his cheeks flushed. He could not think of anything except his wife's duties.

But his job has one advantage, which is that when he has free time, he really has free time.

That day, Wen Qiu returned home exhausted, carrying a suitcase and wearing a yak bone necklace from Tibet. This was a newly bought villa, and he had only stayed there a few times, so he had to use the navigation on his phone to find the right place.

Standing in front of the carved porch with his suitcase in hand, Wen Qiuqing couldn't help but sigh, "My house is so big... Oh, no, is it this one or the one next door?"

Fortunately, the door opened automatically after face scanning, proving that it was indeed his home. Wen Qiu was in a good mood and humming a song, preparing to welcome his half-year vacation.

As a result, when he opened the door, he was greeted by his husband's eyes full of resentment. Locking a dog in a cage for half a year will only make him look forward to it.

Wen Qiu walked up to him and gave him a hug, kissed his chin, and smiled, "Hey, baby, what's wrong?"

Pei Du pointed out with a stern face: "The day after tomorrow is my birthday."

"I remember," Wen Qiu tugged at his shoulders like a bird begging for food, and kissed him on his tightly closed lips, "Why else would I rush back in such a hurry?"

Well, although before that, he and the entire crew traveled by car in Tibet for half a month...

Pei Du crossed his arms and didn't even respond to his passionate kiss, "I couldn't contact you for three whole days."

"Uh, it's just... the signal over there has not been very good, I told you so." Wen Qiu turned his eyes away guiltily, "Our car broke down, but luckily we met some enthusiastic Tibetans who took us in for a few days. Let me tell you, that yurt is really big..."

Wen Qiu's voice became lower and lower, because Pei Du's eyes were getting colder and colder. He lowered his head and clasped his hands together: "I was wrong, I'm sorry, I made you worry, I really won't dare to do it next time."

"Qiuqiu," Pei Du was angry when he saw that he had no intention of repenting, "You don't know how worried I was. I almost led a search and rescue team to look for you!"

Wen Qiu didn't dare to say anything, she took the initiative to hug the man's waist, looked up at him obediently: "I was wrong, don't scold me, or you can punish me..."

Sigh, he is already 30 years old, and he still has to act like a spoiled child at home. Wen Qiu sighed in his heart, there is nothing he can do, because his man just falls for this.

If people outside saw Director Wen's behavior, they would be shocked. They probably didn't expect that his mouth could not only make people cry, but also kiss and peck them to please them.

Pei Du was so angry that he lost his temper. He hadn't been able to stay angry for more than 5 minutes since he entered the door. He picked up Omega and put her on the table. He checked her from her thin waist to her thighs. "She looks a little thinner."

"Of course," Wen Qiu wrapped her legs around his waist, "No matter how delicious the tsampa, yogurt, barley wine, butter tea, and mutton are, they are nothing like what we are used to eating at home."

But he looked unsatisfied, and it was obvious that he was still craving for the dried fish outside. He actually ate a lot in Wenqiu in the Tibetan area, but his stomach was not good enough to digest it. At home, Pei Du had been planning healthy diets for him in various ways, and his stomach was extremely delicate.

"It looks like you haven't gotten too tanned," Pei Du touched his cheek again, "I think others are eight shades darker when they come back."

"That's right. Didn't you see the photos taken by the paparazzi? I was wrapped up like a dumpling from head to toe," Wen Qiu sneered. "The paparazzi even made up a story about me, saying that I had converted to Islam."

Wen Qiu mainly holds the attitude of "enough is enough" for his appearance, and with the beauty he has, it is enough for him to squander his whole life. But Pei Du doesn't think so. He wants his wife to always shine, so he is stricter than the top celebrity agents, and he takes care of everything from clothing and accessories selection to beauty styling management.

Because he was so obsessed with and caring for himself, Wen Qiu also fell in love with him unconsciously. The biggest lesson he learned in marriage was that "love is a kind of interactive force". No matter how much love Pei Du poured into him, he could not help but respond.

Pei Du touched him skillfully, and soon he was distracted. Wen Qiu had just experienced a spiritual baptism of the plateau and Buddhism, and was running into a state of selflessness, but he fell into Pei Du's hands for two minutes, and immediately lustful sins arose, and he completely forgot about the Buddha.

/
When filming, Wen Qiu is used to shutting out the noise from the outside world and concentrating on the work at hand. When he has some free time, he will replenish the information he missed during this period in large quantities.

So it was not until the next day that Wen Qiu was stunned to discover the rumors that he and Pei Du were in "marital discord"!

The media and the public could not help but speculate that, unlike those celebrity couples, they almost never attended those banquets and dances at the same time. President Pei went to that charity party alone, still looking like a diamond bachelor with unlimited glory; Director Wen stood on the podium and talked about his struggle from the bottom of his heart, and it really felt like "I am married to my career."

Although they both enjoy this kind of companionship and independence, outsiders may not think so.

Netizens' speculations are even more varied, such as "marriage of convenience", "three-year itch", "living apart for the sake of the child"... Some people even swore: "In fact, Pei Wen and his wife have been divorced for a long time! They have been torn apart and become enemies in order to divide up billions of assets! They have kept it a secret for the sake of stock prices and box office!"

"You're such a secret!" Wen Qiu lay on the bed, her waist covered by the quilt was full of ambiguous marks - your husband, who seemed to be in love with you but was actually not, had sex with you seven times a night and almost got pregnant with a second child.

But he also understood why Pei Du was so angry this time. He was the one who handled all the public relations work, and he didn't know how many outrageous speculations he had blocked alone. But in order not to disturb his filming, he never mentioned it even once, nor did he ask to take some intimate photos together to clarify.

Wen Qiu was hit by the interaction force again. He lay in his arms, frowning in annoyance. He wanted to respond to Pei Du's love, but it was a difficult task like moving mountains and filling the sea.

At this time, Pei Du came in with breakfast and reminded quietly: "Tomorrow is my birthday."

"What gift do you want?" Wen Qiu actually prepared a bracelet. When he was in Tibet, he specially climbed mountains and waded through water to find a master to consecrate it. It is said that it can ensure a smooth and safe life and is very effective. However, he knew very well that Pei Du did not believe in these things. If he could not please him, then no matter how good the gift was, it would be meaningless.

Pei Du put the dinner plate on the bedside table and said, "I don't want anything in particular. Just having you is enough."

"How can you ask people to prepare gifts like this?" Wen Qiu glared at him, but seeing the sincerity in his black eyes, he knew that this was completely his true thought. "I can't give myself to you. After all, I'm yours."

Hearing this, Pei Du smiled slightly, "Then you can accompany me all day tomorrow."

Wen Qiu was motivated and sat up, "Okay, then I'll prepare for the date."

"No need, just accompany me to the company." Pei Du sat down beside the bed and waved at him with a spoon.

Although tomorrow is a workday, it's your birthday. Are you sure you still want to go to the company? Wen Qiu thought about it and suddenly understood what he meant. He crawled over to Pei Du naked on the bed, sat on his legs naturally, and kissed his husband's handsome cheek: "Okay, then I'll be your secretary for a day tomorrow."

/
The next day, Wen Qiu took out the employee card that Pei Du had given him a few years ago.

Peiyuan Group's employee ID cards have red lanyards for visitors and grey lanyards for employees. Wen Qiu's is grey, meaning he is "one of us", but it only has his name on it, without any position.

Pei Du once jokingly asked him if he should write "President's Wife" in the title column? Wen Qiu also smiled and responded: "Okay, but as a courtesy, how about changing your title column to 'Director Wen's Dog'?"

After changing into simple and capable clothes and wearing the employee card, Wen Qiu felt that he really had some secretary qualities. That morning, Secretary Wen got out of President Pei's bed, ate the breakfast cooked by President Pei, and went to the company in President Pei's car.

I took the special elevator to the top floor in the morning, but it didn't cause much of a commotion.

It was just pitiful that the executive who came into the president's office to report early in the morning saw him packing documents with his back to the door and muttered, "New here?"

Wen Qiu turned around and greeted him with a smile: "Good morning, Mr. Huang."

"Sister-in-law, husband...Mr. Wen!" The poor executive searched the database and finally found a suitable address. "Why are you here?"

"Assistant Jiang asked for leave today, so I came to help."

"Oh, so that's how it is. Where's President Pei?"

"In the conference room. Shall I take you there?"

"No, thank you. You are too polite. I can go by myself..." Mr. Huang wiped the sweat from his forehead and thought that only Mr. Pei could afford to be a secretary with your status. Am I worthy of that?!

After finishing the documents, Wen Qiu had nothing to do. This secretary was so relaxed, was Assistant Jiang usually so relaxed? But seeing how she complained crazily after blocking Pei Du in her circle of friends every day (sometimes she didn't even block him), it shouldn't be that easy.

The most difficult task he got this morning was to go downstairs and buy a cup of coffee. He attracted a lot of attention along the way. The company employees did not have the self-control of Mr. Huang. When they saw him, their eyes almost popped out. The smarter ones knew to say hello, but they almost blurted out "sister-in-law" when they opened their mouths. It was obvious that they were used to muttering behind his back.

Why does he look like he saw a panda? Wen Qiu wondered, it’s not like he has been to Pei Du’s company before, but the last time he came... Oh, it seems like the last time was a year and a half ago.

At the coffee shop downstairs, the girl at the cashier counter was even more exaggerated. She held her hands to her heart and said, "Is it really Director Wen? Oh my god, I've only seen you on TV! You're much more beautiful than on TV! Can you give me an autograph?!"

"Okay." Wen Qiu casually signed his name in a flamboyant style on a note in the coffee shop.

I also heard the little girl whisper to the employee next to her: "I heard before that Director Wen is our President Pei's wife, I couldn't believe it... This is actually true!"

Wen Qiu's smile froze for a moment. Was it really that exaggerated? He had only not had sex for a year and a half. Was the fact of his marriage about to be erased? !
He glanced at the menu and said quickly, "Give me a cup of orange popsicle coffee."

The honest employee said: "Mr. Pei usually orders double espresso iced Americano..."

"Hey, what do you know!" The little sister spoke again, "What does Mr. Pei like to drink? Doesn't his wife know it?"

These words made Wen Qiu feel a little guilty.

After receiving the cup of orange popsicle coffee in cartoon packaging, Wen Qiu bought a bunch of roses from the flower shop next door before walking upstairs slowly. To see the pandas... No, more and more people came to see him, so he smiled and nodded to greet everyone, and chatted with familiar employees. The employees of Peiyuan Group's headquarters building, especially those who had just arrived in the past two years, completely refreshed their impression of the president's wife - the OMEGA in front of them was not as unapproachable as on TV. He was only wearing an ordinary white shirt, with his sleeves neatly rolled up to his arms, and his work badge inserted in his chest pocket.

Compared to Director Wen's astonishing fame and honor, he looks too young, not at all like 30. He has a face and figure that all OMEGAs envy, but he doesn't have that fragile and timid temperament. Especially when he smiles, he is really kind and charming, and his light green eyes with a smile remind people of the fields in the spring breeze.

What they don't know is that Wen Qiu's temperament is quite flexible. It depends on his mood that day and more importantly, on what goal he wants to achieve.

For example, now—Pei Du asked him to come down to buy coffee, naturally to show off his beautiful wife. Wen Qiu was happy to encourage his vanity, so he acted like a decent person.

It took nearly an hour to buy a cup of coffee before Secretary Wen finally came back.

President Pei was quite dissatisfied, thinking that it was clearly agreed that everything would be his today. Then he saw his sweetheart leisurely pushing open the door with a bouquet of roses in her hand. His mind suddenly went blank and he forgot everything he had said.

Wen Qiu is like this: you water it day by day and care for it night by night, and one day it will suddenly become enlightened, and a flower will pop out from its head, and it will pick it and give it to you sweetly. And that little bit of reward is worth your devotion like a moth to a flame.

But today, there are 52 roses.

"Today is 520, there are many flower vendors downstairs, and they are selling flowers at double the price." Wen Qiu stuffed the flowers into his arms, "You really know how to choose a day to be born."

"Well," Pei Du hugged him through the flowers, "I was born because I wanted to love you."

"Hahahaha..." Wen Qiu almost died of laughter. Why did he say so many cheesy love words? As soon as he laughed, Pei Du came to kiss him, swallowing up all the happy notes overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

He didn't get any serious work the whole morning, so he asked for it, but Pei Du just said he would massage his shoulders. As Wen Qiu massaged, he felt more and more like he wasn't a serious secretary. At lunch time, President Pei didn't go to his usual private room, but took his secretary out to eat.

It is so difficult to book a restaurant on 520, but Pei Du had already booked the best seat. Everyone knows Sima Pei's intentions.

As expected, they were secretly photographed by paparazzi while eating.

This is something that annoys Wen Qiu. It's okay when he goes out alone, after all, he is not a serious star. However, whenever he goes somewhere with Pei Du, the paparazzi will swarm in. For some reason, they are so interested in their marriage life.

"Don't worry about them." Pei Du didn't even bother to look over. For Mr. Pei, who was nearly 35 years old, his life had already been well-ordered. He had people who were responsible for swatting flies and sweeping up garbage. He didn't have to worry about anything, and the surrounding environment would be completely new.

"That guy's filming skills are so embarrassing." Wen Qiu held his chin in his hand in boredom, looking at the paparazzi who had put so much effort into it, "Can this angle really produce a good photo?"

He picked up his phone, turned on the selfie, and hooked his finger at Pei Du: "Come on, let's show him."

That day, Wen Qiu suddenly posted a photo on his social media account, which he had not updated for years. In the photo, he was smiling brightly, and Pei Du was also smiling, but he was not looking at the camera, but at him. The shooting angle was very clever, and the wedding rings on their hands and the rose in the corner were naturally captured.

The caption reads: "The tenth year."

I don't know when the real owner started counting, but it's earlier than the most enthusiastic CP fans know, and immediately there was a lot of noise below:
"Ahhhhhh this is the superb appearance of my extremely sexual young couple. Do you have any in your family?!!"

"Oh my god! This is the first time I've seen my wife smile like this..."

"So sweet, so sweet, the ceiling group I've been following finally gave me some sweets, ahhh why is President Pei's hand around the waist so natural!"

"They are a married couple. What do you think? You won't really be fooled by the rumors that they are just a couple in appearance but not in spirit, right?"

The person involved didn't care about the heated comment section and went back to the office after dinner. However, Wen Qiu knew very well what kind of chain reaction this photo would trigger, and this was exactly the effect he wanted.

Secretary Wen, who was doing her job diligently, was going to help President Pei go to bed.

He locked the office door, looked around, and said with emotion: "The lighting in this office is really good."

The sunlight shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows gives the illusion that everything is visible.

Even the desires entangled in their eyes were clearly illuminated.

Wen Qiu lazily unbuttoned the first button of his shirt and suddenly asked, "Do you remember the Wenxin Cup?"

Pei Du's lustful eyes flickered noticeably, "Hmm?"

"It was also in your office that I said I wanted to repay you for winning the award." Wen Qiu stood between his legs, tapping his shoes with his toes. "Kneel right here. Have you forgotten?"

Pei Du didn't know why he suddenly brought up this matter, and his whole heart trembled.

【…】

"Qiuqiu..."

"Shh." Wen Qiu put his hand on his lips. "Later you said it would be okay, but I was really scared, so I endured the pain and hurried downstairs to buy birth control pills."

He fished a box of pills out of his pocket and shook it in his hand, "This is it."

Then, in front of Pei Du, he slowly took out a pill and swallowed it.

Although he didn't swallow, Pei Du's Adam's apple rolled along with him.

"Happy birthday, Pei Du." Wen Qiu stepped forward and kissed him on the lips, with a bitter taste of medicine lingering between his lips and teeth. "This is a gift. It doesn't matter if I do too much today~"

He felt the man beneath him tremble slightly during the kiss. Ha, as long as he wanted, he could easily hurt this arrogant man. But he brought up the past not for revenge or to vent, but simply to remind him that the harm that had happened would not be forgotten.

Sweetness must be given, lessons must be taught, and all the feelings between them must be as deep as cutting flesh and bone. This is the most important lesson he learned from his relationship with Pei Du.

"Ha..." Pei Du was really helpless. Where in the world could there be such a flirtation, first lifting his heart high up, then smashing it into pieces, and then carefully holding it up and kissing it. In a short period of time, it made him sweet and painful, made his heart tremble and made his heart burn.

Only Wen Qiu could control him to this extent.

He no longer defended himself, but simply grasped Wen Qiu's hand and held him tightly in his arms - he was willing to embrace the thorns, and his blood would flow down the thorns and nourish the thorns to grow flowers.

/
Many years later.

Whenever Wen Qiu arrives at a place, he habitually turns on his phone to record videos. In the southern foothills of the snow-capped mountains in Nepal, in the vast grasslands of Tanzania, and by the dense forests and lakes of Finland, he has shot many exclusive vlogs - they are called exclusive because they are only posted to their small family group.

Wen Zhiyao always quickly checked in: "I want to go too! Take me with you!"

Later, the check-in became: "I'm taking Lan Ze out to play this month!"

Then it became: "Is this place suitable for taking a newborn baby to play?"

Wen Qiu's vlogs don't have any shooting techniques, they just shoot themselves and the scenery, and casually talk about their travel experiences. But Pei Du is always very happy when he receives them, saying that each video can be used for a long time - Wen Qiu refuses to think about what "use" means.

Later - probably when Wen Qiu was in his 40s - he decided to take a break from acting and turn to writing. He had many stories in his mind that were more suitable to be written down.

Pei Du then edited all the vlogs and made them into a two-hour movie.

On weekend nights, sitting on the soft sofa that they were used to, the two of them snuggled up to each other and watched a movie together for the thousandth time.

Wen Qiu was afraid of the cold, so he held a cup of hot tea in his hand and shared the same blanket with Pei Du. ALPHA beside him was warm, and if he passed his cold hand to him, he would put it in his pocket.

The film is generally edited in chronological order, so my face and voice in the camera are gradually changing, moving away from my once young self and moving towards the present.

Wen Qiu realized that he had been to so many places and left so many images. Some of these images became his trophies and glory, while some became pearls and dust in his memory palace.

"Like a circle." Wen Qiu suddenly had an idea.

"Huh?" Pei Du turned his head to look at him in confusion, and saw his profile illuminated by the light from the screen. There were slight fine lines at the corners of his eyes, but his light green pupils were still as beautiful and captivating as when he first saw them.

"That is to say, no matter how far I walk, I will eventually return here," Wen Qiu also turned his head and tapped his heart with his finger, "You are the center of the circle. Connecting all the roads I have walked, it is a circle around you."

Pei Du was silent. Even today, he would still be surprised by Wen Qiu's occasional romance. He remembered how he wanted to be a dense star when he was young and ignorant, holding Wen Qiu tightly with gravity and revolving around him.

"I think," said the experienced Pei Du, drawing a winding track in the air with his hand, "we are like a binary star system."

"Hmm?" Wen Qiu blinked and looked at him curiously. He thought that he had liked this man for so many years, but he still couldn't help but feel curious and expectant about him like when he was young.

"Binary stars are two entangled stars - illuminated by each other's light and attracted by each other's gravity," Pei Du looked into his eyes tenderly, "In the eternal universe, we exist independently, yet we chase and watch each other forever."

"Oh... then," Wen Qiu smiled at the explanation and kissed him on the lips, "I love you, another star in the night."

(End of this chapter)