Chapter 113 Is That Enough?

Chapter 113: Is That Enough

Chen Su couldn't put that night into words.

The relentless, chiseling possession left him not a single moment of respite. He couldn't withstand the enigma's rut, even wanting to sink into unconsciousness several times, but the enigma would kiss him—a rare kiss—and Chen Su couldn't sleep, didn't dare to sleep.

He just let the enigma get his fill.

Chen Su's throat was hoarse. When he truly couldn't bear it anymore, he raised his hand and lightly patted Zhao Jinzong's leg. That was the only movement Chen Su could manage; he had no strength left.

His skin hunger made him weak.

Zhao Jinzong reached out and rubbed Chen Su's cheek, asking softly, "You still okay?"

Zhao Jinzong was checking with Chen Su.

Seeing Zhao Jinzong about to pull away, Chen Su tensed instantly, his eyes filled with disappointment.

"I'm fine." Chen Su didn't want Zhao Jinzong to leave.

Chen Su couldn't bear to let Zhao Jinzong go. He didn't know when the next time would be, or whether they would still be this intimate after Zhao Jinzong's rut ended…

Zhao Jinzong raised an eyebrow and asked, "You okay?"

Chen Su didn't know what he was being asked; the enigma's thoughts were always so hard to guess.

He nodded firmly.

Yes, anything, even if it killed him. As long as it was Zhao Jinzong, anything was worth it.

Zhao Jinzong stroked Chen Su's chin, praising him for being good.

The next morning, Chen Su lay weakly on Zhao Jinzong's shoulder, his chin resting against the enigma's collarbone, begging for mercy.

"Zhao Jinzong…" Chen Su's chin moved slightly.

Zhao Jinzong slid his fingers into Chen Su's hair and gently rubbed. "Mm."

Chen Su leaned against the enigma, drowsy, and finally muttered one word: "Sleep…"

Zhao Jinzong chuckled. He shifted slightly as if to get up, and Chen Su frowned, pressing down on his shoulder with a bit of force.

He wouldn't let Zhao Jinzong get up.

Chen Su's tone was fierce, laced with a hint of threat:

"Zhao Jinzong."

"I'm not leaving. Just going to the living room."

"…"

Chen Su's brow remained furrowed. Honestly, even with his grip, he couldn't stop Zhao Jinzong from leaving. An alpha's strength was nothing compared to an enigma's.

Zhao Jinzong laid him down properly, covered him with a blanket, and stepped over the scattered items on the floor as he left the bedroom.

Half an hour later, Chen Su woke up. A bowl of porridge sat on the nightstand.

He was woken up to drink the porridge, but he had no appetite at all. Even moving hurt.

Zhao Jinzong said in a low voice, "Chen Su, are you sure?"

Chen Su jolted awake and sat up to drink the porridge.

As soon as he put down the spoon, Chen Su reached his arms out to Zhao Jinzong. When Zhao Jinzong didn't respond, Chen Su leaned in, pressing his nose into Zhao Jinzong's shoulder, slightly burying his face.

"Zhao Jinzong, don't leave…"

Chen Su's tone was pleading and obedient, carrying a hint of desperation.

Zhao Jinzong slid an arm around Chen Su's waist and lay back down to rest.

the enigma's incense pheromones made him feel so relaxed, and he was asleep in no time.

…

Last night, Meng Suizhi didn't go to see Han Yu, nor did he call Dr. Liu.

This was the first time Meng Suizhi had slacked off since learning Han Yu was alive. In truth, he didn't want to be lazy—he was burning with fever, and the weather last night was so bad that even walking, let alone driving, would have been nearly impossible.

He thought he would feel better the next day and go in the morning. Reality soon crushed his optimism…

The next day, Meng Suizhi's condition worsened.

He was so weak from the fever that he groped for the medicine on the nightstand and threw a pill into his mouth. As soon as he swallowed, his eyelids drooped, and he felt on the verge of passing out.

Through his haze, he saw a figure—tall, handsome, with a prominent scar on his forehead.

Meng Suizhi's dry lips parted a little. "Han… Han Yu."

Meng Suizhi fainted. When he opened his eyes again, the sky outside was dark and overcast. His whole body ached, though he didn't know why.

He stirred, and a hand immediately reached over to help him sit up, feeding him medicine and porridge.

This time, Meng Suizhi saw the person clearly.

It was Han Yu.

Using every ounce of strength, Meng Suizhi grabbed Han Yu's wrist, his fingers shaking from the effort.

"What are you doing here?"

Han Yu's tone was ice-cold. "It rained last night. Dr. Liu was worried something might have happened to you, so he asked me to check on you."

"Oh…" Meng Suizhi coughed a couple of times, his throat sore.

Han Yu poured him a glass of hot water.

Meng Suizhi watched Han Yu set down the water, feeling an overwhelming sense of nostalgia…

In the past, whenever he felt even a little unwell, Han Yu would fuss over him, sometimes even taking leave from work to care for him. Back then, Meng Suizhi thought Han Yu was overreacting.

Now, looking back, he realized that Han Yu had cared about his health even more than he himself had.

No wonder they used to argue because Meng Suizhi often stayed overnight at the Drug Supervision Bureau.

Meng Suizhi couldn't even remember how many times they had argued.

He always felt that Han Yu was too clingy; as long as he didn't come home, he'd get countless calls from Han Yu, even though he'd already told Han Yu many times he'd be working all night at the Drug Supervision Bureau…

Now, Han Yu coldly set his cup down and was about to leave.

Meng Suizhi coughed twice and said, “Han Yu, I’ll come see you once I’m feeling better.”

“No need.” Han Yu walked to the door. “There’s congee and instant noodles downstairs.”

“…” Meng Suizhi couldn't even get up, so he just watched Han Yu leave.

Meng Suizhi didn't start feeling better until evening. In the meantime, aside from the morning porridge, he hadn't eaten a thing.

It wasn't until evening that he had enough strength to get up, go downstairs, make himself a bowl of noodles, take his medicine, and lie back down.

The next day, since he was feeling a bit better and it was the weekend, he took a taxi to the street near Dr. Liu's house, got out and walked the rest of the way, remembering to buy water and work up a little sweat.

Meng Suizhi went in carrying some fruit and health supplements.

Dr. Liu saw him and said in surprise, “Huh? Engineer Meng, what brings you here?”

“Oh, I'm here to see Han Yu.” Meng Suizhi put down the supplements. “I had a fever at home the past couple of days. Thanks for thinking of me.”

Dr. Liu was surprised. “Fever?”

Meng Suizhi hesitated. “Didn’t you have Han Yu come check on me?”

Dr. Liu shook his head. “No... Han Yu said he was going to stay at your place. Didn’t he go?”

Meng Suizhi's face stiffened, and he shook his head stiffly. “He came by in the morning, and then he left…”

Dr. Liu felt something was off. “He hasn't been home in two days. I thought…”

From inside the house, Dr. Liu's son called out, “Dad, can you help me figure out how to install this thing?”

Meng Suizhi instantly understood everything.

Dr. Liu has a son who's in college and must have come home for break.

Han Yu had been staying at the Liu house temporarily for a year. Dr. Liu was very good to him, but after all, it wasn't his home. He was just a guest and could never truly fit in.

Although Han Yu had forgotten most things now, he knew that there was a difference between Liu Ce and Liu Decai—a family—and himself, a nameless, disfigured alpha.

Han Yu had never had a home.

Before, Meng Suizhi was his home, but that hadn't been the case for a year.

Dr. Liu shouted, “Han Yu is missing! I’ll go look for him… You put on a jacket and go look too.”

“Oh, okay!”

Meng Suizhi thanked him: “Thank you, Dr. Liu.”

Meng Suizhi searched everywhere but didn't find Han Yu. Finally, he went home, thinking Han Yu might be waiting for him there.

But he wasn't.

Han Yu had left, and no one knew where he'd gone.

……

Zhao Jinzong's susceptible period lasted five days. For those five days, Chen Su was in bed almost the entire time.

Chen Su did not even touch his phone.

The Enigma did not allow him to answer any calls, not a single one.

Chen Su's waist was especially sore, and his entire body was drenched in the Enigma's incense-like pheromones. Almost all the buttons on his shirt had popped off.

Zhao Jinzong liked him to wear formal attire.

Of course, the most critical thing was Chen Su's throat.

He couldn't speak.

Chen Su missed Zhao Jinzong too much. He would hold onto Zhao Jinzong…

He had to show the Enigma his sincerity.

He would also use this to request that the Enigma put down his phone and stop working.