Baby, You Should Break Up with Him

Xie Zhizhi, an unremarkable beta on the surface.

To make his fiancé “fall in love” with him, he fusses over him daily—bringing water, wiping sweat, pulling out all the stops—yet the results remain disappointing.

Feng Wen’s assessment of his childhood friend’s fiancé is brutally blunt: A not-too-bright, overly emotional stray cat.

Until one day, he discovers that this usually meek and conservative fiancé is actually the masked lead singer of the hottest band around—

—Black stockings, crisp shirt, leather corset, slender waist, long legs.

Logically, he should tell his childhood friend this earth-shattering news: Your “proper” fiancé is secretly a super awesome show.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, one day, he coaxes the fiancé into driving him home.

In the underground parking lot, the handsome alpha pushes his luck, hooking an arm around the beta’s waist, his gaze tender yet seductive:

“Sweetheart, he won’t find out.”

“I won’t make things hard for you.”

“I’ll hide my tail.”

My fiancé’s childhood friend is trying to seduce me.

After yet another rescue from a messy situation—swept away in Feng Wen’s arms—Xie Zhizhi comes to this conclusion while brushing his teeth.

His stance? I’m already busy enough trying to disgust Shen Che daily to break off the engagement. I don’t need extra complications.

But fate has other plans. The alpha, a natural at playing the other man, master’s the art of homewrecking.

When the fiancé pushes the door open slightly, Xie Zhizhi’s heart pounds, breath held—only for Feng Wen to grip his chin, warm breath ghosting over his cheek:

“If we keep quiet, he won’t notice.”

When the fiancé clings to him, sobbing from a relapse of old wounds, Feng Wen watches from a high-rise and calls:

“Sweetheart, if I kiss my phone screen now, will your ears turn red for me?”

Pressed against the alpha’s chest again, Xie Zhizhi thinks one thing: Pushing his luck.

He turns his head, dodging the offered kiss, and slaps the troublemaker—a light, chastising strike.

Meeting the man’s lust-drunk, wounded gaze, a mischievous smile curls his lips.

“This won’t do, Feng Wen.”

He whispers a warning: “Shen Che is picking me up tomorrow. Didn’t you promise to stay hidden?”

“Take me home now.”

“You can stay in my room—if you don’t get caught.”