Chapter 62 Chen Su Stood Very Docilely

Chapter 62: Chen Su stood very obediently

Zhao Jinzong kissed to his heart's content, then took off his jacket and handed it to Chen Su, his movements natural and practiced: "Go upstairs. I'll handle this."

Chen Su accepted the jacket and went upstairs.

Zhao Jinzong strode over to Sheng Beiqing on his long legs, looking down at him with a broad smile curling at the corners of his lips, his chest vibrating slightly, his tone drawn out: "Beiqing, ah."

"The personal matters are over. Time to talk about official business."

Chen Su's choice of who to be with was a personal matter.

Sheng Beiqing's blatant arrival at the Chen residence, violating the confidentiality agreement, was an official matter. If all prior efforts were to be wasted, all the contributions of the Alpha Federation over the past six months would go down the drain, and Sheng Beiqing couldn't bear that consequence.

Zhao Jinzong unbuckled his belt and struck Sheng Beiqing harshly. The sound was sharp, instantly splitting the skin, blood seeping through his shirt.

Sheng Beiqing gritted his teeth, letting out only two muffled grunts. Sweat dripped from his temples. He clenched his fists and sneered, "General Director Zhao truly separates public from private matters, doesn't he?"

Sheng Beiqing's phrase "separates public from private" was uttered through clenched teeth, each syllable weighted with implication.

Sheng Beiqing wanted to be promoted to Deputy General Director of the capital, but he lacked the seniority. Besides, the Sheng family had always been in business, so placing Sheng Beiqing in a high position might raise concerns about personal bias. Most importantly, Sheng Beiqing lacked a guide from the International Federation and an opportunity to "achieve merit."

This opportunity had never come all these years—why did it arrive just a month before Zhao Jinzong returned to the capital?

Zhao Jinzong's reassignment back to the capital was a top-secret matter, beyond Sheng Beiqing's clearance. After Sheng Beiqing accepted the mission and faked his death, Zhao Jinzong returned to the capital, and Sheng Beiqing vaguely sensed something was wrong. He had had the chance to abort the mission at the time, but he didn't. He had ambition; he wanted to climb higher.

Sheng Beiqing knew Chen Su wouldn't approach Zhao Jinzong, and Zhao Jinzong wouldn't know Chen Su either. The two should never have crossed paths.

Sheng Beiqing never dreamed that they would actually end up together!

And they had met in his own study!

Zhao Jinzong knew! He knew Sheng Beiqing had faked his death! Why would he get so close to his wife?

And now he had the nerve to talk about separating public and private?

Zhao Jinzong was the last person qualified to say such words!

It was Zhao Jinzong who had taken Chen Su away! Stolen his wife!

Zhao Jinzong savored Sheng Beiqing's breakdown, the slight twitch of his facial muscles, his hand stained with red. "Trespassing into a private residence, deserting your post..."

Zhao Jinzong wiped off the bloodstains, his gaze fierce: "Refusing to accept the verdict?"

In every gesture, Zhao Jinzong showed no regard for their families' long-standing friendship. What a clear separation of public and private!

Sheng Beiqing ground his teeth: "...I accept."

Zhao Jinzong tossed the belt into the trash can, pocketed one hand, lit a cigarette, and looked at Sheng Beiqing's blood-streaked figure, saying flatly, "Uncle Wen is downstairs. It's inconvenient for you to drive. Have him take you."

"No need." Sheng Beiqing stood up.

With the official matters concluded, Sheng Beiqing turned back to look at Zhao Jinzong and said with a sardonic smile, "Jinzong, the Sheng and Zhao families have always been on good terms. You're a few years older than me, and I respect you for that. But Chen Su is my bottom line."

"He is my wife. We just had a disagreement. It would be better if you didn't cut in halfway and tarnish your reputation."

"If you end up with nothing in the end, it would be too embarrassing."

Sheng Beiqing's words insinuated that Zhao Jinzong's closeness to Chen Su was disgraceful, and that their relationship wouldn't last.

Zhao Jinzong's eyes darkened. "Beiqing, since you don't know how to take care of someone, you don't need to bother in the future. 'Cut in halfway'..." He let the last four words linger on his lips before letting out a short laugh. "You're the third party."

Zhao Jinzong had never been a halfway interloper.

Sheng Beiqing had once seen an invitation in Chen Su's drawer, which was why he had coerced Chen Su into marrying him. He couldn't argue further on that point.

Sheng Beiqing clenched his molars. "He and I were married for two years. I am the one who knows him best in this world—including the tattoo on the back of his hand, including his entire past." He laughed. "He's an alpha, yet he was willing to defy social conventions and marry me. Our feelings aren't so easily intruded upon."

Every word Sheng Beiqing spoke emphasized his special connection with Chen Su. "He's just arguing with me now, just using you to make me angry. Sooner or later, he will come back."

Sheng Beiqing left, but his words lingered heavily in the air.

Enigma frowned, smoking many cigarettes on the living room sofa. The smell of tobacco clung thickly to his fingertips. He stubbed out the butt and went upstairs.

...

Chen Su heard footsteps, hastily closed the bedroom door, wiped the blood off the floor, and crumpled the tissue into his palm, afraid to throw it in the trash.

Finally, he hid the tissue ball in the pocket of his work clothes and let out a sigh of relief.

Enigma heard the door close as soon as he reached the top of the stairs.

It seemed a cold draft had come through the door, colder than the water of the Huai River in January.

Zhao Jinzong paused for a few seconds at the bedroom door, then finally went to the study. He called and told Uncle Wen to leave first.

Uncle Wen had just seen the supposedly dead man coming downstairs, covered in bloodstains, and driving away. He had gasped sharply and hadn't recovered for a long time. This phone call finally helped him calm down. Uncle Wen nodded: "Yes, alright."

After hanging up, Uncle Wen left.

...

In the bedroom, Chen Su waited until half past eight.

Enigma still hadn't returned, probably busy with something. He went downstairs, poured hot water, and brought it to the study. The study light was on. Zhao Jinzong sat at the desk, not answering the phone. Under his hand lay a large stack of experimental data that Chen Su had recorded before, nothing worth reading, really.

Zhao Jinzong didn't want to go back to the bedroom.

Chen Su set the water down, stood beside Zhao Jinzong, maintaining a slight distance—a distance that wouldn't cause aversion.

Chen Su was afraid. He didn't know if Zhao Jinzong had found out something.

He feared that Enigma might hate him right now, might interrogate him.

Chen Su didn't dare to ask. He didn't dare mention a word.

He didn't even dare to rest his hand on the arm of the chair, didn't dare touch Zhao Jinzong. He just stood very obediently beside Zhao Jinzong and asked softly, "Is there something you don't understand?"

"..."

"Actually, this data is from a long time ago. The research direction has changed. There's no point in reading it."

"..."