Chapter 59 I Am Your Husband

Chapter 59: I Am Your Husband

Jiang Minglang: "You son of a bitch!"

Chen Su calmly and elegantly lifted his chin, glanced at the surveillance camera in the underground garage, and said coldly, "I'm an on-duty member of the Capital Drug Enforcement Bureau. Feel free to report me to the Alpha Federation—"

Those two slaps from Chen Su rang out loudly, especially in the underground garage.

People who had just parked their cars shot teasing looks in their direction.

Uncle Wen, who had gotten out of the car to smoke, heard the commotion and looked over. Unexpectedly, he spotted Chen Su. He immediately put out his cigarette, his face darkened and he hurried over quickly.

"Chen Su, this is Huai City, not the Capital! I call the shots here!"

Jiang Minglang clenched his teeth, furious and reckless. Acting on impulse, he figured he could erase the surveillance footage here and knew Chen Su had no family to come looking for him. He could tie him up, have his fun, and as long as he didn't let him out... the Capital wouldn't find out!

Seeing Chen Su shake off his hand and prepare to leave, Jiang Minglang reinforced this idea. He grabbed Chen Su's wrist again with lightning speed, his other hand boldly reaching for Chen Su's waist. Although his alpha rank was lower than Chen Su's, Jiang Minglang was taller and thought he might have a chance if it came to brute force.

Just as his hand was about to slip around Chen Su's waist, another hand shot out to block Jiang Minglang's movement. Uncle Wen made short work of him, throwing him to the ground, gave him a couple of vicious kicks, then turned to Chen Su with a gentle smile on his face. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

"Get in the car first." Uncle Wen escorted Chen Su into the car, then returned to teach Jiang Minglang a lesson. He stepped on Jiang Minglang's hand, looking down at him from above. "This isn't going to be brushed off so easily."

Uncle Wen spat and walked away.

Jiang Minglang was beaten black and blue.

He looked at Uncle Wen's appearance—though his white hair wasn't prominent, the wrinkles on his face clearly showed his age. No wonder Chen Su had changed so dramatically; he must have attached himself to a rich old man.

Jiang Minglang spat out the bloody foam from his mouth and wiped his lips. Originally, he had acted on a whim, but now, after being humiliated like this, he couldn't swallow his pride. Furious and restless, he yelled at a passerby, then strode off quickly.

...

In the car, Chen Su rubbed his wrist.

Uncle Wen noticed the movement in the rearview mirror. "Mr. Chen, is your wrist hurt?"

"A little."

"You go ahead and pack for now. I'll go buy some medicine. Leave the heavy lifting to me."

"Thanks."

When the car arrived at the hotel, Chen Su got out, casually throwing away the leather gloves he had just taken off, and went upstairs to pack.

Uncle Wen went downstairs to buy medicine. In the elevator, he called Zhao Jinzong to report that Chen Su had hurt his wrist, elaborating on the matter. The Enigma's voice was deep and cold, betraying no emotion. "Mm."

Chen Su didn't have much stuff to begin with. By the time Uncle Wen returned with the medicine, he was almost done packing, standing by the floor-to-ceiling window smoking a cigarette.

Uncle Wen handed him the medicine. "Apply some medicine first. I'll move your things downstairs and check you out."

"Okay."

Chen Su put out his cigarette, applied the medicine, and went downstairs. Uncle Wen had already taken care of everything, holding the car door open for him.

Back at Zhao Jinzong's hotel, the Enigma was drinking tea. Uncle Wen helped carry the suitcase upstairs, received a glance, and left with his head down.

Zhao Jinzong lifted his gaze slightly at Chen Su, signaling him to come over.

Before Chen Su could reach him, a large arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him into an embrace. Zhao Jinzong handed him a freshly brewed cup of tea.

When Chen Su reached out to take it, Zhao Jinzong noticed his bare right hand, catching a faint scent of tobacco and medicinal spray.

Zhao Jinzong rubbed it for him. "Does it hurt?"

"No."

"I'll have Uncle Wen buy you a new pair of gloves."

Chen Su's skin hunger could flare up anytime outside; he might not recognize anyone and act out. Zhao Jinzong immediately instructed Uncle Wen.

Chen Su sat in the Enigma's lap, drinking hot tea. After Zhao Jinzong hung up, he held out his hand, asking for more rubbing.

Zhao Jinzong chuckled, rolled up Chen Su's sleeve, and continued massaging his wrist.

Chen Su was like a lazy kitten in winter, curling up with its fluffy paws tucked in to sleep. He didn't like being touched by strangers, as it would make him show his claws. But if a familiar person touched him, he wouldn't react much, maybe just give a glance. If it was someone he liked, he would move over a bit, leaving a warm spot for the other person, and they'd nestle together lazily.

Chen Su finished his cup of tea. "Aren't you going to ask?"

"Uncle Wen already told me."

"Mm." Chen Su had expected that. He took out a gift he’d been carrying the whole way. "A watch, Longines. It’s not pricey."

Zhao Jinzong didn't take it. He looked down at it. "Put it on for me."

The Enigma's voice was deep and magnetic, full of charm, with a born commanding presence.

Chen Su put the watch on Zhao Jinzong's wrist. Then it suddenly hit him... He wasn't wearing gloves.

...

When Uncle Wen came to deliver the gloves, the Enigma had his sleeves rolled up, revealing faint scratch marks on his arms. The room was thick with pheromones. Uncle Wen dropped his eyes at once, not daring a glance.

The door banged shut.

The gloves that were delivered were never actually used on his hands. Instead, Chen Su clamped them between his teeth as Zhao Jinzong held him close, trying to kiss him. Chen Su turned his head away, aware the Enigma was provoking him on purpose, and was slightly annoyed. But as soon as the Enigma pulled back his pheromones, he immediately gave in.

He took off the gloves, traced his fingers along Zhao Jinzong's nape, the message unmistakable.

The phone in Chen Su's pocket would not stop ringing, but this time was nothing like before. Both men were still fully clothed but tangled together, unwilling to let each other go, like lovers reunited after a long time, consumed by passion, oblivious to everything else.

Chen Su couldn't shove the Enigma off, and didn't want to either.

Zhao Jinzong never stopped coaxing him.

And that coaxing was incredibly effective on Chen Su.

When Chen Su was truly worn out, about to cry, the Enigma finally gave in and pulled back half a step, cradling him onto the bed, threatening him with a sharp edge.

Zhao Jinzong asked, "Satisfied?"

An S4-level alpha couldn't hold a candle to an Enigma—in physical toughness, raw power, and...

When Zhao Jinzong asked this, it was as if he were asking Chen Su whether he was more satisfied with him or with the ex-husband.

Chen Su couldn't tell, and didn't care to.

"Mhm."

Zhao Jinzong held Chen Su’s chin, stroking his lips, feeling how honestly his body responded. He was slightly puzzled—how could Sheng Beiqing not touch such an obedient spouse with touch starvation?

Of course, Zhao Jinzong felt mostly relieved.

Chen Su was silent for a long moment, then lifted his head slightly. “Step out for a bit.”

His tone was almost a plea.

Zhao Jinzong smiled faintly, kissed Chen Su’s lips, and murmured while kissing him, “Huai City is cold.”

“………………”

Chen Su held back for a long time, but still gave in.

Chen Su pushed against Zhao Jinzong’s chest, stopped kissing, and tried to shift his focus. As soon as he opened his phone, the messages on his phone made him frown instantly.

“Chen Su, why did you bring him home?”

“Are you together with him now?”

“I'm your husband!”