Chapter 4Out of Character: My Trophy Boyfriend is Actually a Yandere

An S-rank Alpha looks down on an ordinary Beta.

That was the conclusion I reached after a sleepless night.

I took an ice pack from the fridge to apply to my eyes, quickly adjusted my emotions, and got ready for work.

But just as I put on my shoes...

The front door was suddenly kicked open.

I looked up sluggishly, meeting the travel-worn, deeply hostile eyes of Song Qingyu, and my whole body trembled.

"Why are you..."

"Brother, why was your phone turned off last night?"

Seeing I couldn't answer, Song Qingyu kissed me without allowing any explanation.

The force was so strong, it felt like he wanted to devour me whole.

Fortunately, I'm not affected by pheromones. I gripped his jaw, pulled back to catch my breath, and asked: "Are you in your susceptible period?"

Song Qingyu shook his head, then nodded.

"You can't go to the company today, brother."

He dragged me to the second-floor bedroom. After scanning the room, his movements became much gentler.

After all, we've shared a bed for five years.

He knows exactly how to serve me to give me pleasure.

In a moment of hazy consciousness, I softened my tone and asked: "Didn't you say you were shooting on location today? Why did you suddenly come back?"

Song Qingyu's movements didn't pause.

He blurted out: "Because I missed you, brother."

He tilted my face, forcing me to look at him: "We haven't seen each other in so long, didn't you miss me?"

"..."

For a moment, I almost forgot the bullet comments' warning.

But they quickly popped up again, haunting me:

[LOL, is the cannon fodder male side character touching himself again?]

[Why don't you ask what our Best Actor Song really wants?]

[Karma is a bitch. You used him before, now he's just using you. There's not a shred of genuine feeling...]

My throat tightened. Feigning nonchalance, I turned my face away and awkwardly probed:

"Tell me, what do you want?"

Song Qingyu froze at that.

And my breathing was caught with him.

After a long pause, he forced a stiff smile and said he wanted the second male lead role in a major director's upcoming finale film.

"Director Zhao has a weird temper. Most people can't hire him. I heard you have a history with him, brother..."

I couldn't hear the rest of his words clearly, and I forgot to wonder why he didn't ask for the lead role.

My mind was filled with one thought—the bullet comments were all true.

But I just couldn't bring myself to sever all ties immediately.

I can only slowly withdraw, detach.