Chapter 69 The Medicine Isn’t Bitter

Chapter 69: The Medicine Isn't Bitter

Zhao Jinzong's phone screen lit up with an alert text message, and his face darkened even more.

During his rut, the Enigma was irritable and super possessive. While he was away overseas, Chen Su's body had been tainted with the pheromones of many other alphas, and even those of Sheng Beiqing...

Veins bulging on his forehead, he glanced coldly at the medicine in Chen Su's palm, making no move to open his mouth.

Zhao Jinzong said in a deep voice, "I'm not taking it."

Chen Su took off his jacket and took the Enigma's hand, placing it on his own chest, through the thin shirt that could be unbuttoned at any moment. Then he actively kissed Zhao Jinzong's lips, like a dragonfly skimming water—light pecks, pulling back the moment their tongues touched.

This only made Zhao Jinzong, who had gotten a taste, even more dissatisfied.

Zhao Jinzong grabbed the back of Chen Su's head and deepened the kiss.

Chen Su was kissed until he could hardly breathe. He struggled a little, and Zhao Jinzong chuckled, loosening his grip slightly. Taking the opportunity when Chen Su turned his head to catch his breath, Zhao Jinzong pressed his lips to Chen Su's neck.

Chen Su put the medicine in his own mouth, pinched Zhao Jinzong's chin, cupped the Enigma's handsome face, and kissed him.

He slipped the medicine to Zhao Jinzong. Zhao Jinzong frowned slightly. Chen Su leaned back, ending the kiss, and pressed his right hand over Zhao Jinzong's lips, coaxing, "Zhao Jinzong, the medicine isn't bitter."

Chen Su coaxed Zhao Jinzong into taking the medicine.

This method was very effective.

Zhao Jinzong lifted his gaze, worked his tongue against his cheek, and swallowed the medicine. His large hand moved down Chen Su's back, caressing Chen Su's skin.

"Mm..." Chen Su moved slightly, but was caught by Zhao Jinzong's one hand and pinned against his back, fingers interlocked.

The medicine in Chen Su's hand was thrown to the ground by the Enigma, and the aluminum foil crunched under his leather shoes with a tearing, crackling sound.

Zhao Jinzong seemed to be in a bad mood. His straight nose rested against Chen Su's chest, kissing him little by little, feeling Chen Su's body grow hot. The partition was lowered, but Chen Su still didn't dare make a sound until the car got stuck in traffic on a congested lane. Only then did Chen Su speak up.

"Zhao Jinzong."

"..."

"Zhao Jinzong..." Chen Su called again, gently pinching Zhao Jinzong's finger, wanting his attention.

Zhao Jinzong lifted his gaze, as if to say, 'Go ahead.'

Chen Su looked out the window, "I need to stop at the pharmacy for something."

Zhao Jinzong's eyes narrowed, "No."

"I cut my hand."

"..." Zhao Jinzong released Chen Su's hand.

Chen Su held out his hand, showing the band-aid to Zhao Jinzong. Zhao Jinzong frowned slightly, pressed the intercom, and told Uncle Wen to stop the car.

Zhao Jinzong opened the car door and let Chen Su get out.

Chen Su quickly ran to the pharmacy. He bought more anti-inflammatory and painkiller meds, and... necessities.

He paid and came out. The traffic hadn't moved much. Uncle Wen saw Chen Su and opened the door. As Chen Su stepped one foot into the car, he was pulled into the Enigma's lap, continuing their previous actions.

Chen Su activated the full blackout mode for the rear windows, took off his shirt, revealing a slim waist. He leaned against the Enigma's chest, placed the things he had just bought on the armrest, rested his head on the Enigma's shoulder, and kissed him, saying, "Come here."

This was an invitation, an excessive indulgence.

…

After the car arrived at Chen Su's home, Uncle Wen voluntarily switched to another car and left. It was Chen Su's Porsche, back from the shop. Compared to the SUV, it was a bit cramped.

A full hour after Uncle Wen left, the Enigma finally let Chen Su out of the car.

With his uniform in disarray, he carried Chen Su to the doorstep. Chen Su watched Zhao Jinzong type in the password and said hoarsely, "The password has been changed. It's your birthday now."

Zhao Jinzong chuckled, "Mm, when did you change it?"

"A few days ago."

Zhao Jinzong entered the password, the door opened, and he carried Chen Su into the house, closing the door. Too impatient to go upstairs, he carried Chen Su to the sofa on the first floor, gazing at the open curtains as the sunset painted the sky outside, and golden light streamed onto the sofa.

Zhao Jinzong asked, "Is this okay?"

"Okay."

There were usually no guests in Chen Su's home.

Zhao Jinzong stood in front of the sofa, facing Chen Su, blocking him, unrestrained.

…

At nine in the evening, Tan Zhou called Chen Su. Chen Su took a while to answer.

"Director Tan..."

Tan Zhou noticed Chen Su's voice sounded weak. "How is it? Is Jinzong still stable?"

"Uh... fine." Chen Su rubbed his forehead, looking up helplessly at the Enigma's handsome face and the white ceiling.

"Did he take the medicine?"

"Fed it to him."

"That's good, that's good..." Tan Zhou finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Be careful with his wound, make sure it doesn't get wet. Call me if anything comes up, anytime."

"Okay." Chen Su hung up.

As soon as he put down the phone, Chen Su looked at Zhao Jinzong. His clothes were slightly disheveled but not unbuttoned, looking immaculate, as if he could straighten his collar and walk away at any moment.

There was no sign of a wound on him at all.

Chen Su shifted to check the Enigma's wound.

On Zhao Jinzong's back, there was a deep bloody gash, new injuries overlapping old ones, looking vicious. Missions of the International Federation were dangerous, a matter of life and death. Zhao Jinzong had many such injuries on his body, most of which had healed into scars, becoming cold medals.

…

Only after Chen Su coaxed Zhao Jinzong into being satisfied did the Enigma let him move, and only then could Chen Su apply medicine to Zhao Jinzong.

After applying the medicine, Chen Su caressed the old scars on Zhao Jinzong's body sympathetically. Zhao Jinzong held his hand, placed it on his chest, and murmured it didn't hurt anymore.

Zhao Jinzong carried Chen Su to bed, lay on his side, held him tight, his cheek resting against Chen Su's neck, his body slightly curled. In the moonlight, the face behind him was pale and drawn, his expression pained.

Chen Su's heart ached terribly.

Maybe Zhao Jinzong got through those years alone abroad the same way.

Zhao Jinzong was born into a prestigious family, basking in glory and deeply favored by Old Master Zhao. But his path in the Zhao family was not smooth—his father, indulging his new wife, had long forgotten his other son, and Old Master Zhao, advanced in years, couldn't be kept worrying about him. Naturally, Zhao Jinzong wouldn't burden him with his worries.

Wasn't Zhao Jinzong all alone too?

Chen Su tightly held Enigma's hand, his knuckles trembling. As a partner, Chen Su was truly inadequate—he was always unwilling to show too much emotion to Zhao Jinzong, and coldness seemed to have become the norm, even now that they were together.

Chen Su didn't dislike him; he was afraid.

Afraid that if Zhao Jinzong found out that the man he had a rare fondness for had also lied to him, he'd see past care as laughable and hateful in hindsight.

But now, Zhao Jinzong, who received no care, would also feel sad.

Zhao Jinzong, rejected and treated coldly, would also feel sad.

Zhao Jinzong had never said when he felt sad or what he thought when sad... He had never put any pressure on Chen Su.

He never asked Chen Su to coax him.

When it hurt too much, Zhao Jinzong would grow quiet, even silent, and sort out his own feelings so he could still love Chen Su.

Chen Su kissed the tip of Zhao Jinzong's finger, feeling the head gently nuzzling his neck, and leaned back to cushion Zhao Jinzong.

After a long while, Chen Su spoke hoarsely: "Zhao Jinzong, why didn't you tell me you were hurt?"

"Didn't you say you had no time?"

"…………"

Chen Su had said he had no time, no time for a relationship.

Chen Su's eyes instantly welled up...

Zhao Jinzong remembered every word he had said. Zhao Jinzong had said he would wait until Chen Su had time, and he kept his promise.

Zhao Jinzong's wounds could wait—if Chen Su had time, he'd find them; if not, they'd heal on their own.

Zhao Jinzong's love could also wait, for Chen Su to have time to love him back.

Chen Su's voice trembled, "I have time. If you come to me, I have time."

In the darkness, Zhao Jinzong gently stroked the area around Chen Su's eyes, "It's okay. You've already coaxed me."

That night, when Zhao Jinzong was injured, Chen Su coaxed him to sleep.