Chapter 120 Want to Know What Chen Su Would Do?

Chapter 120: Want to know what Chen Su will do?

Chen Su couldn't lie; he couldn't bear the consequences.

"I borrowed a dagger from Han Yu..." Chen Su paused. "I didn't know when the yacht would explode, or how big the blast radius would be, or if there would be any remains left... I was afraid you'd see the tattoo on my hand."

Zhao Jinzong looked at the alpha.

Zhao Jinzong, who was usually silent and rarely spoke, gave a rare response: "Chen Su, omegas and alphas aren't much different to me."

"... ..."

The surrounding noise, the howling wind, all turned into a buzzing tinnitus. Chen Su stood rooted to the spot, completely frozen.

The thing Chen Su had been so cautious about, so afraid of being loathed for, turned out to mean nothing to Zhao Jinzong... How could that be? Hadn't Zhao Jinzong once said he liked alphas?

Chen Su looked up at Zhao Jinzong, a mix of confusion and relief in his eyes, but mostly regret.

Chen Su deeply regretted writing his will so coldly and decisively, with not a trace of emotion visible.

Chen Su took Zhao Jinzong's hand again and said it was cold once more. Zhao Jinzong didn't push him away or let go, allowing Chen Su to hold on.

A simple touch, holding hands, would trigger his pre-rut symptoms.

His pheromones involuntarily leaked out. Chen Su said urgently, "Zhao Jinzong, let's head back..."

He was about to go into rut.

Zhao Jinzong took off his trench coat and draped it over Chen Su's shoulders. On the way back to the car, Chen Su turned his head and saw an unmanned convenience store. He let go of Zhao Jinzong's hand. "I need to buy something."

Chen Su went in and came out quickly, one hand in his pocket.

Back in the car, Chen Su lowered the partition, took off Zhao Jinzong's coat, and covered his lap...

Zhao Jinzong looked sideways.

Chen Su unbuttoned his shirt, allowing Zhao Jinzong to look. As he moved, a sheen of sweat appeared on his neck, and his shirt clung to his skin. The curves of his back and neck were elegant. His waist was half-hidden by the trench coat, but it was still clear that Chen Su's waist was very slender, without an ounce of excess fat.

Unlike omegas, who were soft and delicate, Chen Su had a more athletic build. And unlike most alphas, who were robust, his lines were smoother and leaner.

Chen Su was so focused on what he was doing that he didn't notice when Zhao Jinzong put his hand on the center console. When Chen Su reached for a tissue and put his hand down, he accidentally touched Zhao Jinzong's hand.

The Enigma's fingers were long, his bones large, and his temperature was very warm.

The dying embers reignited into a blaze.

Chen Su quickly withdrew his hand and turned his attention to Zhao Jinzong's trench coat. Since things were already so improper, he might as well see it through.

By the time the car arrived at the Zhao mansion, Chen Su was exhausted, leaning limply against the leather seat, his hand loosely placed under the trench coat, his breathing uneven and rapid.

Uncle Wen was about to open the car door, but Zhao Jinzong pressed the intercom button and said in a low voice, "Uncle Wen, get another car."

Uncle Wen understood Zhao Jinzong's meaning and went to the garage to swap out the car.

The Enigma bent down and stepped out of the car, his long legs stepping out, the crisp sound of footsteps swallowed by the closing door.

Chen Su thought Zhao Jinzong had gone into the villa first. He looked down at the trench coat.

It was stained with something he couldn't name...

Zhao Jinzong's trench coat was black, made of nice fabric, and also carried a faint scent of incense and pheromones.

The car door opened. The Enigma's tall figure cast a shadow over Chen Su. Zhao Jinzong looked down at Chen Su's blatant behavior, raising an eyebrow slightly, his features obscured in shadow, unreadable.

"Sorry..." Chen Su apologized. "I'll wash it for you."

Zhao Jinzong chuckled and reached out his hand.

Chen Su hesitated for a moment, then handed over the trench coat.

Zhao Jinzong's hand bypassed the trench coat and grasped Chen Su's wrist. He bent down, draped Chen Su's wrist over his own shoulder, then wrapped his large hand around Chen Su's waist, easily lifting him with one arm.

Zhao Jinzong carried Chen Su with one arm back to the villa, straight into the bedroom.

Chen Su was set down. The Enigma probably knew that he had entered his pre-rut early and was too exhausted to walk, so he had gallantly carried him.

Chen Su frowned, casually tossed the trench coat on the bedside table, and tightly grasped Zhao Jinzong's wrist, not letting him leave. "Zhao Jinzong."

"Hm?"

"I'm going into rut."

"Hm."

"I can't handle it myself." Chen Su reached out and unbuckled the Enigma's belt. "Help me."

Zhao Jinzong said, "I have work."

Chen Su pulled off Zhao Jinzong's belt. "I'll wait for you to finish work..."

Zhao Jinzong raised an eyebrow.

He neither agreed nor refused.

Chen Su let go and let Zhao Jinzong go to the study.

Ten minutes later, having showered, Chen Su entered the study. He had a clear purpose, so he came carrying several things: the belt, items from the convenience store, and a soft blanket.

An alpha in rut would be very dominant, needing their partner's comfort—pheromones or more—and would cling to their partner.

An alpha marked by an Enigma couldn't bear to be separated from their partner for even a second.

Chen Su walked over to Zhao Jinzong, unusually not lying on the sofa. He placed the blanket on Zhao Jinzong's desk, along with a small gold box labeled 001.

Zhao Jinzong put down his pen and freed a hand. Chen Su took the opportunity to sit on Zhao Jinzong's lap.

The Enigma's chair was very wide, a custom-made rosewood chair, majestic and dignified, exorbitantly priced.

Chen Su tilted his head slightly and rubbed against Zhao Jinzong's neck.

Zhao Jinzong picked up the blanket and covered Chen Su, his large hand holding Chen Su's waist through the blanket to keep him from falling.

To keep himself from disturbing Zhao Jinzong, Chen Su mercilessly restrained his own hands.

He obediently waited for Zhao Jinzong to finish his work.

When he felt uncomfortable, he would turn his head and kiss Zhao Jinzong's neck, or look up at the Enigma's jaw or lips.

Zhao Jinzong released his pheromones to soothe him.

Chen Su felt much better, but still craved contact desperately.

He kissed more frequently, and eventually, that wasn't enough for him.

Chen Su fixed his gaze on Zhao Jinzong's shirt, undoing one button with his teeth, his lips brushing against Enigma's skin.

After unbuttoning one, Chen Su lowered his head, ready to continue.

Zhao Jinzong grabbed his chin and lifted his head to meet his eyes. There wasn't any anger in Enigma's eyes, only a hint of helplessness.

"Chen Su."

Chen Su asked seriously, "Did I hurt you?"

As Chen Su bit the button, his teeth grazed Zhao Jinzong's skin.

Chen Su acted like this was a huge deal, even though Enigma before him had endured countless injuries, so even a hard bite from Chen Su would mean nothing.

But Zhao Jinzong felt a sudden urge to mess with Chen Su, to see how he'd react.

Zhao Jinzong lied, "Mm-hmm."