Chapter 55 Means of Pursuit and Courtship

Chapter 55: The Means of Pursuit and Pleasing

"What is it?"

Chen Su looked down and smiled faintly. "Nothing. It's definitely gone."

Chen Su said it was gone, but he kept staring at the calm water, the shimmering water seemed to hold his hope, his anticipation, and the tears glistening in his eyes.

"Is it big?"

"Pretty big."

Zhao Jinzong raised his hand and gently rubbed Chen Su's head. "I'll help you find it."

Chen Su shook his head. "I really can't find it."

Zhao Jinzong said nothing.

Chen Su stood by the Huai River for a long, long time. Having tired himself out from a day of fun, Zhao Jinzong called for Uncle Wen to return. No sooner had they gotten into the car than Chen Su fell asleep. Uncle Wen asked quietly, "General Administration, where to?"

Back to Zhao Jinzong's hotel or Chen Su's hotel.

In the rearview mirror, Zhao Jinzong reached out and touched Chen Su's lips. Before the partition lowered, he said calmly, "Back to mine. It's closer."

Uncle Wen started the engine. Zhao Jinzong pulled the man into his arms. Chen Su wasn't fully asleep; he stirred, opened his eyes, and seeing himself in Zhao Jinzong's embrace, he calmly closed his eyelids again. His hands were chilled by the cold wind of the Huai River, and he boldly pressed them against Zhao Jinzong's chest.

He was seeking warmth.

Zhao Jinzong smiled. In comparison, he was far more gentlemanly. He only put his warm hands on Chen Su's waist.

The car arrived at the destination. Uncle Wen opened the door, and Zhao Jinzong shielded Chen Su's head as he carried him out. Seeing Zhao Jinzong's actions, Uncle Wen was startled. "General Administration, your hand..."

Chen Su was pressing on the spot where Zhao Jinzong had injured his arm before the New Year.

"Let me support Mr. Chen first. Change your position."

"He'll wake up. It's fine." Zhao Jinzong didn't allow Uncle Wen to touch Chen Su.

Uncle Wen saw them into the elevator. In the silent elevator, even their breathing was clear. At their floor, Uncle Wen opened the door. Zhao Jinzong stopped at the entrance and instructed, "Hire a yacht tomorrow morning and find some people who know how to salvage things. Search around the Huai River and see if there are any large objects."

"General Administration lost something? It rained heavily two days ago, the water level is high, and the current is strong. It'll be hard to find."

Zhao Jinzong looked at the man in his arms. "We'll try searching first."

"Alright." Uncle Wen acknowledged the order, then closed the door and left.

Zhao Jinzong laid Chen Su on the bed. The suite had central air conditioning. The Enigma slowly and methodically undressed him, stopping when only a shirt remained, then moved downward.

The black trousers were gone, revealing a pair of long, straight legs—muscular, with the power of an alpha, yet elegant. The lines were excellent, the proportions even better. When Chen Su had taken the initiative to soothe Zhao Jinzong a few days ago, those long legs had been generously bared, it was incredibly sexy. Seeing him fully dressed again now felt oddly unfamiliar.

Zhao Jinzong placed a large hand on Chen Su's knee, gently stroking it. Chen Su shuddered and turned over, his back to the man. Whether it was a sign of morning crankiness or an invitation was unclear.

Chen Su's stamina was far too ordinary compared to an Enigma's. Whenever he grew weary, he would turn over, allowing Zhao Jinzong to tease him freely. But when he had energy, he would take the initiative himself to soothe Zhao Jinzong. Not for any other reason—just to see the loss of control and the surging desire in Zhao Jinzong’s eyes, and... to do his best to make the Enigma relaxed and comfortable.

Chen Su always overestimated his own stamina.

An Enigma is never sated.

Zhao Jinzong, now in the mood, lowered his head and kissed Chen Su, with a hint of invasion, far too aggressive.

Chen Su awoke. Seeing the man before him, he didn't push him away. As if in a dream, he raised his hand and rested it on the Enigma's shoulder.

Zhao Jinzong pulled back. "Want me to give you a bath?"

Zhao Jinzong’s question sounded more like: May I...?

Chen Su recalled Zhao Jinzong's silence during his own sensitivity period over the past few days and couldn't help but want to make Zhao Jinzong happy. His drowsiness forgotten, he replied, "Mm."

Zhao Jinzong carried him to the bathroom and bathed him.

...

The next morning, when Chen Su woke up, Zhao Jinzong was gone. All the buttons on his shirt were undone, the buttons scattered on the floor. Without needing a mirror, Chen Su could imagine the marks on his neck. He instinctively touched his neck, then found one of the Enigma's shirts from the wardrobe, hung it over his arm, and headed for a shower.

The landline in the living room rang. Chen Su answered—it was a staff member asking about breakfast.

The suite felt empty. Frowning, Chen Su replied in a displeased tone, "No breakfast, thank you."

As soon as he hung up, a low, slightly angry voice came from behind.

"Chen Su."

"..." Chen Su turned around and saw the Enigma, impeccably dressed in formal attire, looking as if he were ready to interrogate him.

Zhao Jinzong walked over, wrapped an arm around Chen Su’s waist, and redialed the phone, telling the server to send one portion of breakfast.

One portion.

After hanging up, Zhao Jinzong patted Chen Su's waist. "Go wash up first. It'll be here soon."

Chen Su didn't move. Instead, he bent down and called again, adding, "Two portions, please. Thank you."

After hanging up, Chen Su went to take a shower.

When he came out, the server had already delivered breakfast. Zhao Jinzong was holding a morning newspaper, waiting for him quietly. As soon as Chen Su approached, he spread his arms, indicating for him to sit on his lap.

Chen Su sat on Zhao Jinzong's lap. The Enigma's silver chain hung down, settling between Chen Su's legs, cold as ice.

Chen Su lowered his head, about to speak...

Zhao Jinzong put down the newspaper, took off Chen Su's right glove, and put it on. With his large hand shielding the chain, he rested it against Chen Su's thigh. "Eat first."

This gesture solved two problems: Chen Su's touch starvation wouldn't act up, and Chen Su wouldn't be chilled by the silver chain.

After they finished eating, Zhao Jinzong headed to the study for a conference call. Chen Su was about to go back to sleep but was ordered by the Enigma to sleep on the sofa instead. Zhao Jinzong let him rest his head on his lap, to prevent him from throwing a "hunger strike" out of morning crankiness after waking up.

Zhao Jinzong’s pheromones helped Chen Su sleep peacefully.

Chen Su rested against Zhao Jinzong for nearly the entire day. As evening approached, Zhao Jinzong woke him and led him out of the hotel.

Uncle Wen was waiting at the hotel lobby entrance. He reported, "There's some news from the yacht. They've fished out quite a few things."

Chen Su froze for two seconds.

Zhao Jinzong gave a slight nod.

Zhao Jinzong was helping Chen Su find the lost "thing."

Chen Su's eyes instantly welled up.

Once aboard the yacht, Chen Su didn't look at what had been salvaged. Gazing at the river, he said to Zhao Jinzong, "Thank you."

It hadn't been found, and it couldn't be found.

Zhao Jinzong had already arranged dinner on the top deck. After finishing the meal, the sky was growing dim. Chen Su left the top deck, told the salvage team to rest, leaned against the nearby railing, stared at the river, his eyes filled with pain—he had truly lost something extremely important.

Zhao Jinzong asked, "How big?"

"Huh?"

Chen Su turned around and saw Enigma taking off his jacket. His heart tightened instantly, and he said urgently, "Zhao Jinzong, it can't be found."

This was the most intense emotional reaction Chen Su had shown since meeting Zhao Jinzong.

Chen Su, who used to ignore Enigma's moods and pretend to be indifferent, now, at this moment, stared fixedly at Enigma rolling up his sleeves.

Zhao Jinzong said in a deep voice, "Answer me."

"Zhao Jinzong, the water is very cold now, extremely cold, and it's been lost for over a decade—there's no way to find it… Don't, …" Chen Su cried out in panic.

Zhao Jinzong asked with a smile, "Why are you crying? Haven't you always been indifferent?"

Chen Su's throat tightened. Stopping Zhao Jinzong would mean he cared; not stopping him—Chen Su couldn't do that.

The moment Zhao Jinzong stepped forward, Chen Su grabbed his arm. "No."

"Chen Su, you can treat this as a way for me to pursue you, to win your favor."

Zhao Jinzong's hand covered Chen Su's, prying his fingers off one by one. He looked away, called Uncle Wen, and said, "Watch him."

Zhao Jinzong didn't even know what Chen Su had lost or how big it was, yet without a second thought, he jumped into the icy river.

Zhao Jinzong helped Chen Su look for the "thing," disregarding danger, treating him sincerely.