Chapter 47 The Phone in the Living Room

Chapter 47 The Phone Call in the Living Room

Chen Su had never bothered himself with anything about Zhao Jinzong.

How could the brilliant General Director Zhao not see that? He saw it all, but never demanded—swallowing it himself, mature and powerful Enigma could handle everything on his own. His pursuit was only meant to serve Chen Su, to solve problems, never asking Chen Su to repay his sincerity.

Chen Su wanted to explain, but found no words.

Subjectively, he wasn’t cold-blooded toward Zhao Jinzong, but the fact was, he kept hurting Zhao Jinzong time and again. In Zhao Jinzong’s eyes, that was playing with his feelings.

Chen Su zoned out.

Zhao Jinzong asked, “Still want to see?”

“…Can I?”

“Only for a partner.”

“…………”

Those were very private—only partners could see them.

Not partners, so no seeing, no touching.

For a second, Chen Su felt a weird thought: Zhao Jinzong was saying, *Do you want to try being with me?*

Chen Su said nothing, just silently released his pheromones, hoping to make Zhao Jinzong feel a little better, more comfortable.

Outside the window, the sky was faintly brightening.

Chen Su didn’t know if Zhao Jinzong had slept. He turned his head slightly and whispered, “Zhao Jinzong, if you ever feel uncomfortable, you can tell me.”

Zhao Jinzong didn’t reply—he was probably asleep.

Chen Su rested his head on Zhao Jinzong’s shoulder, tightened his grip on their intertwined hands, and slowly closed his eyelids, falling asleep.

Zhao Jinzong pinched Chen Su’s chin and gently kissed him. “Good night.”

The incense-like pheromones around them gradually grew stronger. Chen Su slept well, all the way until noon the next day. When he woke, the space beside him was empty. He rubbed his temples, glanced at the clothes scattered ridiculously on the floor, frowned slightly, threw on a shirt casually, and left the bedroom, clearly in a bad mood.

“Mm, send the indicators to my email.”

Zhao Jinzong was sitting on the sofa, on the phone, with the tone of someone in charge, cold and imposing.

Chen Su froze for a moment, looking toward Zhao Jinzong.

Hearing footsteps, Zhao Jinzong looked up. “Awake? Come eat something.”

The subordinate on the phone immediately gasped sharply.

That tone? Something’s off… a hundred percent off—no, ten thousand percent off!

Zhao Jinzong had only been in charge of the capital’s General Bureau for half a year, but he was always majestic and decisive, clear-cut between public and private. Usually, when he frowned or spoke, subordinates had to gauge his expression and tone before answering quietly. Now this tone… tsk, it was like seeing a ghost!

This 'cold-faced King of Hell'—who exactly was he talking to? Could it be… that rumored alpha who was about to enter a marriage alliance?

Very possible! Otherwise, why would he be so gentle?

Zhao Jinzong, even when busy, would wake up at eight. Such a disciplined Enigma actually allowed someone to sleep until 12:30, prepared lunch, and spoke in a tone so gentle—the relationship must be extraordinary!

The conference call instantly fell silent.

…

Chen Su’s brow smoothed out. He nodded, went to the bathroom to freshen up, and came out to find Zhao Jinzong still busy.

Zhao Jinzong looked up, spread his legs, and gave his knee a light pat, signaling for Chen Su to sit.

Chen Su sat on Zhao Jinzong’s lap, slightly turning his gaze toward the Enigma’s nape. Zhao Jinzong pinched his chin and ruthlessly redirected Chen Su's gaze. “Eat.”

“……”

Chen Su looked down and ate.

Zhao Jinzong was still on the phone, his large hand resting on Chen Su’s waist. The call lasted over ten minutes. When he hung up, Chen Su hadn’t eaten.

Zhao Jinzong smiled. “Morning grumpy?”

“…No.”

Just then, Zhao Jinzong’s phone lit up with no caller ID—just a number. He glanced at it, picked up the phone, and put it to his ear. “Something?”

Chen Su wasn't sure if it was just him, but Zhao Jinzong’s tone seemed much colder than before, almost disgusted.

Chen Su couldn’t hear what the person on the phone said.

Zhao Jinzong glanced at him, his large hand clamped down on Chen Su’s thigh.

The sudden move took Chen Su by surprise. Chen Su froze for a second. “Uh…”

Zhao Jinzong grabbed a tissue and wiped Chen Su’s mouth. Because it was so quiet, the sound of the tissue was really loud, and combined with Chen Su’s uncontrolled gasp earlier, it was way too easy to misunderstand.

Zhao Jinzong tossed the tissue and let out a short laugh. “What do you think?” he said to the person on the phone.

Face cold, he hung up.

Chen Su had been marked by Zhao Jinzong before, and their compatibility was high. He could feel from Zhao Jinzong’s pheromones that the Enigma wasn’t happy…

Chen Su frowned. “Is your gland acting up?”

“A little.”

Chen Su knew the pain of a gland was very uncomfortable and needed pheromone soothing. He let out his pheromones to comfort the Enigma, but it still didn't seem enough.

Even though Zhao Jinzong didn’t do anything too much, Chen Su still felt like it wasn't enough—he wanted Zhao Jinzong to be happier.

He grabbed a condom off the table. The shirt he was wearing, already thrown on carelessly, popped open two buttons. Leaning into the Enigma, he kissed him wide awake, grinding against the Enigma’s powerful hip bone. “One time.”

Zhao Jinzong raised an eyebrow. “Sure?”

“Mm.”

Chen Su did everything he was told.

Satisfied, Zhao Jinzong pressed a kiss to Chen Su's lips. From the suite next door came the sound of a glass smashing. Chen Su kept his breathing steady, afraid to make any noticeable sound. Zhao Jinzong noticed his restraint and got even more into it, coaxing and teasing him, wanting him to say sweet things while wide awake.

Chen Su’s body—long legs, fair skin, thin waist, delicate skin—so every bit of red, every little mark, was really obvious. Wherever Zhao Jinzong’s hand had been, just a little pressure left fingerprints. The immaculate Engineer Chen, always in the lab, was way too delicate, way too seductive.

Chen

Zhao Jinzong seemed to be demanding that he leave some breathing room in the short term—it was just too brutal.

The suite next door had been quiet for a long time, then suddenly started making smashing sounds again.

This time it was even louder than before.

Zhao Jinzong carried him into the bathroom. It was right next to the other room—only a wall between them. Chen Su didn't dare make a sound.

Zhao Jinzong filled the bathtub with water, pressed him against the mirror and kissed him, and when the water reached the right level, he reluctantly pulled away for a moment, then lifted him into the tub to bathe together.

The water in the bathtub rippled. Because Chen Su was relatively light, the large, deep tub gave him a strong sense of weightlessness. He could only brace himself on the edge, trying to stay afloat.

Zhao Jinzong smiled. "You can lean on me."

The phone in the living room kept ringing, but Zhao Jinzong ignored it.

Chen Su couldn't breathe from being kissed. He pressed against the Enigma's chest, barely managing to separate a centimeter or two, and reminded him, "The phone."

The phone kept ringing, sounding urgent.

Zhao Jinzong took Chen Su's hand, placed it on his own neck, pressed him against the edge of the bathtub and kissed him. "Don't worry about it. Let it ring."

Chen Su looked at the Enigma's face before him, so handsome, so lost in the moment. He naturally couldn't care about the phone in the living room anymore. He kissed Zhao Jinzong's lips, his fingertips lightly tracing from Zhao Jinzong's neck toward the back of his head.

He was touching Zhao Jinzong's gland. While they were at it, there would still be a chance.