Chapter 110 Help Me

Chapter 110: Help Me

Chen Su took off his leather gloves. On his left hand, there was no tattoo, only hideous, bloody purple scars.

"This happened after a bacterial infection," Chen Su added. "I got the tattoo after college graduation—it had nothing to do with Sheng Beiqing. I tattooed a wish."

"What was it?"

"It was about you." Chen Su paused. "We met a long time ago. You probably don't remember. On the evening of October 24, 2017, you returned to campus to give a lecture—an omega rights protection seminar. I was there too."

"After it ended, I had a low blood sugar attack and almost fainted. You helped support me and gave me a piece of candy. I remembered it for a long time. Omegas are a vulnerable group—they can't fight back against alphas, they are needed yet unable to protect themselves... Very few people raise their voices for them."

"I had never liked anyone before, and I didn't really understand feelings. I just thought you were great, and I couldn't help wanting to get closer. Only later did I realize it was love at first sight. But after I heard you say you disliked omegas, I stopped thinking about those things..."

"Even if I were an alpha, we still wouldn't have much of a future, but it would still be better than being an omega."

"Zhao Jinzong, back then I really wanted to become an alpha."

"After graduation, I got the tattoo. I wanted to be an alpha. Chen Su was saying that he wanted to be Zhao Jinzong's alpha."

Zhao Jinzong's eyes on Chen Su grew darker and darker.

So... when Chen Su received Zhao Jinzong's wedding invitation, he didn't accept it—because Chen Su was an omega, and he knew that Zhao Jinzong despised omegas the most.

Zhao Jinzong understood Sheng Beiqing too well. If Sheng Beiqing had known about Chen Su's tattoo, throughout that year and a half of marriage, Chen Su would have been belittled and put down.

Sheng Beiqing would have repeatedly told Chen Su how much he despised omegas.

Chen Su knew. Chen Su was afraid. So he wrote the suicide note distantly and coldly.

If Chen Su hadn't survived from Antarctica, this secret—Chen Su's secret

and his love—would never have seen the light of day.

Chen Su dared not let Zhao Jinzong know his secret.

Chen Su was afraid that he would make the person he liked feel disgusted.

Seeing that Zhao Jinzong remained silent, Chen Su spoke again, "I have dual glands now, but the omega gland was once damaged. I can undergo surgery to remove the omega gland..."

Zhao Jinzong's breathing was labored. "Fine."

"Then I'll go to the hospital in two days..."

Zhao Jinzong cut him off. "Mm, then you never need to come again."

"... ..."

Chen Su stood frozen, his limbs turning cold.

Zhao Jinzong said nothing, nor did he look at him.

Chen Su's throat tightened; he couldn't get a single word out. He just stared fixedly at Zhao Jinzong. The word "never" was too heavy, too cruel. After a long moment, he tested the waters, "Then I won't go."

Zhao Jinzong pulled open a drawer, his gaze stopping on the back of Chen Su's hand. "Come here."

Chen Su walked over to Zhao Jinzong. Zhao Jinzong handed him a tube of ointment. "Twice a day."

"Thank you."

Zhao Jinzong raised the bowl of congee and took two spoonfuls.

Chen Su waited until Zhao Jinzong put down the bowl, then asked, "Are you going back to the Federation after the New Year?"

"Mm."

"Okay." Chen Su didn't ask him to stay.

He couldn't ask him to stay.

Zhao Jinzong was meant to achieve great things at the International Federation, not stay at the General Bureau in the capital. It was just that it would be hard for Chen Su to ever see Zhao Jinzong again. Promotions were already slow, and being promoted to the International Federation would be even more difficult.

The International Federation was filled with alphas who were one in ten thousand.

Chen Su roughly calculated—it would take about eight years.

Eight years. Too many variables could change.

"Would it be convenient for you to give me an address after you go? I'll come find you when I have time."

"It's not convenient."

"... ... Alright."

Chen Su said nothing. He just took the bowl and went downstairs.

Chen Su washed his hands, applied the ointment, then returned to Zhao Jinzong's study.

He had brought a blanket. He lay down on the sofa, covered himself with the blanket, and fell asleep.

Chen Su fell into a deep sleep.

When he was with Zhao Jinzong, he could always smell the faint incense-scented pheromones, which made him feel at ease.

Chen Su slept deeply.

When Zhao Jinzong finished his work, he rose from his chair, walked over to the sofa on his long legs and stopped. He looked down at the omega who had grown so thin in the year they had been apart.

Chen Su was always excessively fixated on becoming an alpha.

All because of one sentence from Zhao Jinzong.

A sentence Zhao Jinzong had said lightly, carelessly.

A sentence he himself didn't even remember—yet someone had carved it into their very bones.

Zhao Jinzong's shadow cast over Chen Su's cheek. The harsh light disappeared, and Chen Su's furrowed brow relaxed a little, making him appear much more gentle.

Zhao Jinzong bent down, his rough thumb tracing Chen Su's cheek, a surprisingly delicate gesture.

During this period, Chen Su, as he pursued him, kept repeating the same line: "I'm an alpha now."

In Chen Su's world, being an alpha was the pass to pursuing Zhao Jinzong.

He understood Zhao Jinzong, yet he blamed himself for not being an alpha.

Chen Su couldn't understand Zhao Jinzong's coldness. He had retreated, and at times had betrayed his conscience to persuade himself to keep coming closer.

Chen Su was cautious, constantly testing, never daring to overstep.

A person's nature and the way they love someone are hard to change.

Zhao Jinzong reached out and lifted Chen Su, blanket and all.

Chen Su smelled the incense-like pheromone and burrowed into Zhao Jinzong's arms, rubbing his cheek against the Enigma's hard, muscular chest.

Zhao Jinzong carried Chen Su to the bedroom and laid him on the bed.

When Zhao Jinzong tried to get up, Chen Su grabbed his robe tightly, his neck resting on his arm, refusing to let him leave.

Zhao Jinzong pulled the blanket over Chen Su and tucked him in.

Chen Su's skin grew warm little by little...

His skin hunger hadn't gotten better and couldn't be cured.

Frowning, Chen Su threw off the blanket, nestled into Zhao Jinzong's arms, and right in front of him—

Chen Su's mind was hazy; surrounded by pitch black, he couldn't see a thing, only feeling like he was dreaming.

In the dream, there was Zhao Jinzong's pheromone.

It felt like someone was in front of him—Zhao Jinzong... it had to be Zhao Jinzong.

Chen Su could only think of having sex with Zhao Jinzong.

Chen Su urgently pulled Zhao Jinzong's hand over and put it on his waist.

That broad, callused hand didn't budge, completely different from before.

Chen Su was desperate and about to open his eyes...

"Don't move." A voice stopped Chen Su in his tracks.

A large hand covered Chen Su's eyes—the meaning was clear.

He wasn't allowed to open his eyes.

Chen Su took a deep breath. Without moving, he said in a pleading tone, "Help me..."