Chapter 18 Are You Worthy of Beiqing?

Chapter 18: How Can You Face Beiqing?

Chen Su entered the break room.

Zhao Jinzong's suit was pulled open, his belt slightly loose, revealing a section of his abdominal muscles. He tugged at his belt a little, tousled the silver tassel, took a calm sip of water, and wiped his hands with a silk scarf. "Come in."

As soon as Old Master Sheng entered, he smelled Zhao Jinzong's rut pheromones in the air, along with... soothing fir alpha pheromones, the two intertwined, as if...

The smile on Old Master Sheng's lips instantly froze.

He looked up and saw Zhao Jinzong in disheveled clothes. His eyes darkened, and his expression became stiff and ugly.

Zhao Jinzong leisurely fastened his belt. "Uncle Sheng, is something the matter?"

The crisp sound of metal was like slaps landing on Old Master Sheng's face.

"Do you know Chen Su?" Old Master Sheng had dominated the business world all his life and was rich in experience, but at this moment he couldn't muster a shred of a good face. He couldn't even pretend to call him "Jinzong." He only felt that the scene before him was utterly absurd!

"Mm."

Old Master Sheng's cheek muscles tightened, and he clenched his jaw. "Doing this, are you worthy of Beiqing? Are you worthy of the Sheng family? What about my face, Beiqing's face... and the relationship between our two families?"

Zhao Jinzong laughed. "Uncle Sheng, you're joking, right?"

"..."

"Didn't I get Xu Chenghua into the General Administration?" Zhao Jinzong's tone was condescending, as if he were granting a favor. Whatever old affection remained was completely gone.

"Zhao Jinzong!"

"Uncle Sheng." Zhao Jinzong's tone was indifferent. He smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes, stood up, and poured a cup of tea for Old Master Sheng. "Beiqing is dead. The Sheng family needs a new support."

Old Master Sheng looked at Zhao Jinzong's gesture of goodwill and rebuked, "This is simply absurd!"

"Uncle Sheng, you misunderstand my meaning."

Zhao Jinzong narrowed his eyes. "Uncle Sheng, if this matter can be put aside, Xu Chenghua will do well at the General Administration. If not, or if you cause trouble for Chen Su... that would truly burn bridges."

Zhao Jinzong was threatening Old Master Sheng.

He wanted Old Master Sheng to swallow his grievance and humiliation, and not to make trouble for Chen Su.

Old Master Sheng's breath grew short, and his vision darkened. "Last time in the study... was that alpha Chen Su? How did he get into your bed? ... On the night of Beiqing's seventh-day memorial!"

Old Master Sheng was sharp.

Zhao Jinzong just smiled, taking that as a tacit admission.

"Uncle Sheng, I think you should go back and come when you've thought it over."

Old Master Sheng left with a grim face.

The door slammed shut with a bang.

Crazy! Absolutely crazy!

...

Zhao Jinzong undid his belt and waistband and entered the break room. The soundproofing was good here; Chen Su couldn't hear anything.

Seeing Zhao Jinzong's undone belt and waistband, Chen Su sucked in a sharp breath. Now Old Master Sheng knew everything.

Chen Su sat on the bed. Zhao Jinzong walked up to him, his open belt facing him, as if waiting to be either undone or fastened.

Chen Su looked up. "Want to rest for a while?"

"Mm." Zhao Jinzong looked at Chen Su's reddened lips. The kiss just now had been far from gentle. He raised his hand and stroked them. "Does it hurt?"

"Doesn't hurt."

Chen Su unbuckled Zhao Jinzong's belt. There was no relationship between them, yet Chen Su inexplicably felt this was his duty.

He was obedient, like a dutiful wife.

"Let this be a lesson to you."

Zhao Jinzong couldn't bring himself to scold him too much. He squeezed Chen Su's hand. "I'll lie down for a bit."

Zhao Jinzong pulled Chen Su close and lay down on the bed. His large hand wrapped around Chen Su's waist. The warmth of his breath settled on the back of Chen Su's neck, making him tingle. His gland especially, which inexplicably started to burn.

Chen Su reached to touch it, but Zhao Jinzong pinned his hand down. "I'm a light sleeper, so don't move."

Chen Su let his hand drop.

Zhao Jinzong looked at Chen Su's neck, covered in a dense pattern of needle marks.

Old ones, new ones...

Chen Su had gotten through many heats relying on suppressants.

Chen Su's former husband, Sheng Beiqing, seemed not to have touched Chen Su for a long time.

Zhao Jinzong often thought Chen Su was like a dry wasteland, without a water source and accustomed to being without one. Now even if there were a water source, it seemed unimportant to him. Chen Su had already endured too many days and nights alone, and instead feared that the appearance of a water source would disrupt his life and make him unable to leave.

...

Chen Su slept in Zhao Jinzong's arms for a while. When he woke up, he glanced at the time and left Zhao Jinzong's office. Before leaving, he looked at Zhao Jinzong sitting in his chair. "Do I have to come tonight?"

"Something to do?"

"Mm."

"Okay." Zhao Jinzong agreed very easily.

Chen Su actually had no plans; he just didn't dare to get any closer.

Though he didn't know how Zhao Jinzong had handled Old Master Sheng, it was inevitable that Old Master Sheng would cause trouble. Chen Su didn't want to cause trouble for anyone.

The closer he got to Zhao Jinzong, the more painful it would be for Zhao Jinzong in the future.

It had nothing to do with family, and even less with status.

Chen Su went back to the Chen house early that evening. On the way, he stopped at a candy store and bought a box of orange-flavored candies.

Xiao Li had gotten a shot and felt much better. After eating some candy, he perked up. He was making dinner for Chen Su at home.

Xiao Li had started learning to cook since he came to live with Chen Su.

He was grateful to Chen Su for adopting him and always wanted to do something. He noticed Chen Su rarely cooked—to be precise, never had time to—so he took it upon himself. Ever since, whenever he was home, he did the cooking.

After cooking dinner, setting the table, and eating, Chen Su went to read.

Xiao Li was boiling water downstairs, planning to bring it up. When the water boiled, he had just poured it into the thermos when the doorbell rang.

Xiao Li was confused. It was nine at night, and he didn't know who would come looking for Chen Su at this hour.

Chen Su rarely brought people home.

Curious, Xiao Li checked the security monitor by the door and recognized the driver at the gate...

It was Zhao Jinzong's car and driver.

Xiao Li carefully opened the door, peeked his head out, and said timidly, "Hello... hello."

The driver gave him a small smile. "This is a gift from the Director General for Mr. Chen."

"Huh?" Xiao Li looked at the gift box the driver handed him, confused.

Xiao Li wasn't sure if he should take it.

The driver shoved the gift box into Xiao Li's hands. "Make sure he gets it."

The driver left.

Xiao Li stared at the gift box in his hands, stood there stunned for a moment, then carried it and the hot water into the study.

Chen Su looked at the gift box in Xiao Li's hands. "Did you go out?"

"No... just now... Director General Zhao sent it over."