Chapter 107 Chen Su Never Let Sheng Beiqing Touch Him

Chapter 107: Chen Su had never let Sheng Beiqing touch him.

When Zhao Jinzong was with Chen Su, he must have felt particularly insecure.

The second time Sheng Beiqing came over, when Zhao Jinzong called him, he even cried... It would be hard for Zhao Jinzong not to misinterpret Chen Su's tears as being unable to let go of Sheng Beiqing, and that he was only with Zhao Jinzong to spite Sheng Beiqing.

That night, Zhao Jinzong asked if they could stay on the phone while sleeping. Was Zhao Jinzong afraid at that time? Afraid that Chen Su wasn't home? Afraid that he wanted to go back to Sheng Beiqing?

Chen Su felt a pang in his heart.

What he had done was more than that.

He hid the petition that Zhao Jinzong had gone out on a limb to apply for, breaking his promise to marry Zhao Jinzong.

Even though he later actively distanced himself from Sheng Beiqing, it wasn't long before he broke up with Zhao Jinzong.

Later on, his distancing, anger, harsh words, and finally a cold, distant suicide note...

Every single thing, in Zhao Jinzong's eyes, showed that he had no feelings for Zhao Jinzong.

There seemed to be too much disconnect between them.

No wonder Zhao Jinzong was being cold to him now.

Chen Su didn't blame Zhao Jinzong at all.

Zhao Jinzong had already compromised too much.

Chen Su looked at the breakfast the servant had prepared and sat down without asking opposite Zhao Jinzong.

Uncle Wen tactfully stepped outside to wait, and the servant also left.

The room fell silent, and the sounds of breathing and chewing grew clearer.

Chen Su looked up at Zhao Jinzong. "Zhao Jinzong."

"..."

"My marriage to Sheng Beiqing was not voluntary. He and I... had no feelings for each other."

As Chen Su spoke, he carefully observed Zhao Jinzong.

Zhao Jinzong's brows furrowed slightly, his expression unreadable.

Chen Su continued, "In the year and a half we were married, I never let him touch me."

Zhao Jinzong finally responded, "Mm."

In that year and a half, Sheng Beiqing had never touched Chen Su. Given Chen Su's condition, Sheng Beiqing hadn't even touched his skin. This meant... they didn't even have a basic respectful relationship.

It also meant that Chen Su's first time had been with Zhao Jinzong.

No wonder Zhao Jinzong was going at it so hard that the veins on his forehead were popping, and he wouldn't stop.

No wonder he was so inexperienced.

It wasn't that Sheng Beiqing hadn't touched Chen Su in a long time; it was that Chen Su had never let Sheng Beiqing touch him.

Chen Su finished his breakfast. He waited for Zhao Jinzong to stand up first before he rose. "I'm going to work at the Drug Supervision Bureau now. If you're not busy tonight, I'll come bother you again."

Chen Su left. As he went out, Uncle Wen was smoking. "Leaving, Mr. Chen?"

"Mm."

Chen Su drove away.

Soon after, Zhao Jinzong came out of the villa, and Uncle Wen opened the rear door.

Zhao Jinzong bent down, the silver chain on his waist swaying slightly. "Did Old Master Sheng call you a couple of days ago?"

"Yes, it was about the urban land auction."

Ever since Sheng Beiqing forced Chen Su and was punished by the Federation, the Sheng and Zhao families were at odds. The Sheng family's business was going downhill day by day, shrinking considerably. That had little to do with management—it was just the changing times.

The Zhao and Sheng families had been on bad terms for a long time, until recently when Old Master Sheng contacted Uncle Wen.

Uncle Wen had been with Zhao Jinzong for many years, and a casual mention here and there was the most effective way. Old Master Sheng wanted Uncle Wen to mention the recent city land auction, because the location was very good and the price was steep. The Sheng family wanted to partner with someone to buy the land together and develop a business together.

Uncle Wen mentioned this to Zhao Jinzong, but Zhao Jinzong was not interested. When Old Master Sheng visited, he was turned away and got the cold shoulder. In the end, he went to Old Master Zhao to vent.

Zhao Jinzong rubbed his eyes. "I'm going back to the old house tonight."

"Okay."

Uncle Wen was a bit surprised. Other than Old Master Zhao's birthday dinner last week, Zhao Jinzong hadn't been over to have tea and play chess with the old man in a long time.

...

When Chen Su returned to the Drug Supervision Bureau, Tanzhou called a regular meeting.

Meng Suizhi was extremely sleepy, yawning nonstop. After the meeting, Chen Su asked, "Have you been... really busy lately?"

Meng Suizhi seemed to have not rested for a long time and looked very tired.

"I walk two hours every day, so I'm busy and tired."

"Walking?"

"Oh... playing the sympathy card." Meng Suizhi adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, which was unlike his usual refined self. He'd been going to Dr. Liu's place every day recently, but Han Yu barely acknowledged him and didn't talk to him.

Meng Suizhi had to start playing the pity card.

Just like Han Yu used to come to see him, walking every day to come and go.

Meng Suizhi had to work, and walking that much made his feet kill him. Sometimes he'd get to exchange a few words with Han Yu, which was okay, but basically he couldn't talk to him. Sometimes he'd go there for nothing because Han Yu would be out playing ball.

Meng Suizhi couldn't reach Han Yu; Han Yu didn't use a phone.

Meng Suizhi had bought one for Han Yu, but Han Yu didn't accept it. Meng Suizhi could only use the old-fashioned way to find him. Searching like that, he'd sometimes walk for three hours, and that was without counting the time spent with Han Yu. On his way home, he almost fell asleep walking.

Actually, Meng Suizhi knew that if he didn't walk back and took a taxi halfway, Han Yu wouldn't know.

After all, Han Yu never cared about him, never paid attention to him, and certainly never saw him off.

The reason Meng Suizhi insisted on walking back was to feel, to feel how hard Han Yu's year had been.

Now he could at least see Han Yu. In the past, whenever Han Yu saw Meng Suizhi, Meng Suizhi would call the police...

After hearing this, Chen Su asked, "Is it working?"

"Uh... it doesn't work on Han Yu, but you can give it a try."

"No."

Playing the victim card doesn't work on Zhao Jinzong.

Chen Su owes Zhao Jinzong too much to play the victim card for sympathy; he can only be even better to Zhao Jinzong, making him feel the sincerity of his pursuit.

"Alright then..." Meng Suizhi yawned again and went back to work.

Chen Su took half a day off and went to the hospital.

He collected his prescription and had a follow-up. The doctor asked about his recent physical and mental condition. Chen Su said it was about the same as before, but in reality, it was worse—his emotions had been extremely volatile lately.

He felt like he would be exceptionally good to Zhao Jinzong, that no one loved Zhao Jinzong more than he did.

But moments later, he would feel like the worst person, always making Zhao Jinzong sad, that anyone else would be better than him.

This emotional push-and-pull kept cycling.

Taking his medication on time helped a bit.

Chen Su got his meds, took them, and returned to the Drug Supervision Bureau.

When he got back, there was someone sitting in his office.

This alpha he had seen before, in Zhao Jinzong's study—the one Old Master Zhao had sent over, likely the alpha rumored to have a 99% pheromone compatibility with Zhao Jinzong.

Chen Su frowned, placed the medicine on the table, and said flatly, "Are you with the Drug Supervision Bureau?"

Lu Xun: "No."

Chen Su's voice turned icy as he called Tan Zhou, "Director Tan, it's break time, and there's an extra alpha in my office. I recall the Drug Supervision Bureau doesn't allow unauthorized personnel to wander in."

Chen Su hung up after filing his complaint.

Lu Xun's expression darkened. "Are you that afraid to talk to me?"

Chen Su: "Strictly business."

Lu Xun laughed. "You're scared, scared that you're the other man."

Chen Su said dismissively. "If I were, you'd be submitting a report to the Federation right now, requesting my suspension and an investigation."

Lu Xun glanced at the medicine on Chen Su's desk. "You're sick? A mental patient?"

Lu Xun's condescending tone held a hint of disdain, as if to say, 'And this guy thinks he's worthy of pursuing Zhao Jinzong?'