Chapter 71 No Hug

Chapter 71 Not Holding

Chen Su’s muffled grunts were extremely restrained, fragmented, as if he were crying softly, his voice unstable, not pitiful, but free and satisfied.

Besides Chen Su’s voice, there was another more magnetic, hoarse voice.

“Chen Su, what are you trying to do?”

Zhao Jinzong noticed Chen Su was acting off.

Chen Su wouldn’t let him undress, gripping the corner of the desk, his palms turning red. His suit jacket hid his waist, and the desk covered everything completely. If someone walked in right now, they would only see Chen Su sitting on his lap, but the sounds of intimacy between them would make it very clear what they were doing.

Zhao Jinzong ventured a bold guess: Chen Su wanted to show this to his ex-husband.

Zhao Jinzong’s large hand tightened around Chen Su’s waist, pulling him into his arms, and shattered a glass water cup on the desk. Chen Su startled, trembling at the sound. Zhao Jinzong’s fingers tightened. “Don't move around. There’s broken glass on the floor.”

Chen Su’s leather shoes had already fallen to the floor with a plop, so he absolutely couldn't put his feet down now—they might easily step on glass shards.

Outside the door, the alpha who had glimpsed from the corner was seething with rage.

He saw Chen Su kissing Zhao Jinzong, saw Zhao Jinzong’s almost provocative gaze, heard Chen Su’s almost indulgent sounds… Sheng Beiqing froze in his tracks.

Sheng Beiqing was also a proud son of an aristocratic family. He'd never envied anyone or wanted to be someone else in his life, but at this moment, he desperately wanted to be Zhao Jinzong. He had worked toward this for two years, gaining nothing, not even one kiss. But what about Zhao Jinzong? Just six months!

Just six months, not even six months yet, and Chen Su was willing to abandon everything, allow Zhao Jinzong to touch him, to do this with him!

Clearly, Chen Su had secrets. He would restrain himself and keep his distance from Zhao Jinzong…

Why had things turned out like this?

Sheng Beiqing didn’t know.

He only knew that Chen Su was excessive, deliberate, eager to leave him and give Zhao Jinzong a formal status.

The sounds in the room continued. Sheng Beiqing wanted to leave, but his steps were stiff. He had to admit that he had never received love and had long become twisted and perverse. He couldn’t bear to leave, but the thought of Zhao Jinzong’s smug look made him feel humiliated.

Sheng Beiqing stood at the door for three minutes before finally, in humiliation and gnashing his teeth, he left.

He would never divorce Chen Su!

As long as he didn’t divorce, Zhao Jinzong could never ascend to the position—no legitimate standing.

The shadow at the door disappeared. Zhao Jinzong lifted Chen Su and placed him on the desk. Chen Su was startled by this. Zhao Jinzong glanced at the door, pressing down on Chen Su’s attempt to resist. “Now you know fear?”

“……”

“Chen Su, do you even know what you’re doing?”

Zhao Jinzong looked down at him, his tone reproachful. Clearly, he was an enigma in his susceptible period, yet he was more rational than Chen Su, scolding Chen Su from a superior position for his reckless and extreme behavior.

Chen Su looked up at the door, knowing that the person at the door had left, and… Zhao Jinzong was angry.

Afraid that Zhao Jinzong would pull away and take the warmth away, Chen Su grabbed the hem of his clothes, not letting him leave. “Just this once.”

Chen Su confessed: “Zhao Jinzong, just this once.”

Zhao Jinzong lowered his head, his gaze deep and cold.

Chen Su sat up from the desk, following the hem, and took Zhao Jinzong’s hand. Zhao Jinzong’s fingertips were slightly cool, his palm calloused, his fingers long. He didn’t let Chen Su hold for three seconds before pulling his hand away.

Zhao Jinzong pinched Chen Su’s chin, looking at the taut lines on Chen Su’s neck, and said heavily, “You need to learn a lesson.”

Chen Su was silent for a moment, then nodded and said okay.

Acting without permission, doing things without any sense of proportion.

Chen Su deserved punishment, and he accepted it.

Zhao Jinzong straightened Chen Su’s disheveled collar and belt, went out, and came back with a pair of new shoes, placing them by the desk. He didn’t put them on for Chen Su, but simply cleaned up the broken glass shards and the fallen leather shoes, then left again.

Chen Su put on the shoes and got off the desk, tidying up the desk.

When he came out of the room, Zhao Jinzong had returned with a glass of water. Chen Su followed behind, waiting for punishment. But Zhao Jinzong just sat down, drank tea, and read a book. Chen Su stood beside him for a while, his legs aching, feeling weak. He leaned his hand on the desk and reminded, “No punishment?”

Zhao Jinzong looked at Chen Su’s unsteady legs.

He wrapped his large hand around Chen Su’s waist, as if afraid he might fall.

But his tone was severe: “Punishment.”

Chen Su was supposed to sit in Zhao Jinzong’s lap like before. Zhao Jinzong frowned. “I’m not holding you now.”

“…………”

“This is the punishment.”

“Oh…” Chen Su said, “I’ll get you a glass of water.”

Chen Su left, brought back a cup of hot water, and moved a chair over. Seeing the enigma frown, he moved the chair away again and sat on the sofa. Before long, he fell asleep.

Zhao Jinzong took a blanket and covered Chen Su, reaching out to ruffle his hair. His hand paused in midair, then he withdrew it. He stood there looking at Chen Su for a few seconds, then bent down and gently rubbed Chen Su’s head.

In the evening, Chen Su was woken by his own alarm—it was time to apply medicine to the enigma. When he woke up, his hand touched the blanket. He froze for a second, then looked at Zhao Jinzong, who was sitting upright. Chen Su sat up, found iodine and anti-inflammatory medicine, and prepared to apply it to Zhao Jinzong.

Zhao Jinzong just said, “I know. Go eat first.”

Uncle Wen had brought the food and placed it downstairs; it was still warm.

Chen Su went downstairs and waited for a while. Only then did Zhao Jinzong come down leisurely, smelling of disinfectant—meaning he had already applied the medicine.

Chen Su looked up at Zhao Jinzong.

Zhao Jinzong didn’t talk to him.

Chen Su asked, “Did you apply the medicine?”

“Mm.”

“Did you take the medicine?”

“Mm.”

“…………” Chen Su said nothing, lowering his head to eat. After dinner, he took a shower. He hadn’t washed up in the afternoon and had fallen asleep instead.

By evening, Chen Su very proactively invited Zhao Jinzong twice. The enigma in his susceptible period couldn’t refuse him, still gentle in his treatment, but he didn’t hold Chen Su anymore, not even to sleep at night.

So Chen Su obediently lay flat. After the lights went out, he stared at Zhao Jinzong in the darkness.

“Zhao Jinzong, do you want to hear a story?”

"I'm not listening."

"I just learned two things..."

"..."

"Zhao Jinzong."

"Mm."

"I won't do this again."

"Mm."

"..."

Chen Su knew that Zhao Jinzong had truly only been angry with him twice. The first time was when Chen Su had stayed up for several nights straight, ignoring his health; Zhao Jinzong, who was on a mission in Huaicheng, flew back in the early morning hours, before dawn, took him home and put him to bed, but he spent the night in his study instead and left before daybreak.

The second time was right now.

Chen Su had gone behind Zhao Jinzong's back and let Sheng Beiqing see them... This time, Zhao Jinzong was clearly angrier than before.

Chen Su really needed to placate him.

He reached out and took Zhao Jinzong's hand in the darkness, then launched into a story of his own accord. Halfway through, Zhao Jinzong interrupted him: "Tell me the reason."

Why did you do this?

What was your purpose?

"I want a divorce..."