Chapter 135 Did You Enjoy Sleeping with My Ex-Wife?

Chapter 135: Is My Ex-Wife Fun to Sleep With?

When Zhao Jinzong arrived at the private fish pond, Chen Su and Old Man Tan were chatting animatedly. Old Man Tan even promised that if he ever had a great-grandson, he would definitely ask Chen Su to tutor him. However, the old man had forgotten one very important and heartbreaking fact: his only grandson and his grandson's ex-wife had already been divorced for a year.

Zhao Jinzong placed his hand on Chen Su's shoulder.

Chen Su looked up and caught a faint scent of alcohol on Zhao Jinzong's fingertips.

Old Man Tan smiled and said, "Jinzong is here."

"Mm."

The owner of the fish pond brought a chair over for Zhao Jinzong. Not long after he sat down, a fish bit Chen Su's line. Old Man Tan glanced at his own completely still fishing rod and gave a wry laugh—it really was beginner's luck.

"Jinzong, help him reel it in."

"Mm."

Zhao Jinzong took the fishing rod from Chen Su and taught him how to reel in the line. As the line drew closer and the water cleared, they saw it was a three- or four-pound red catfish.

Zhao Jinzong scooped it into the net.

Old Man Tan laughed. "Jinzong, Xiao Su, stay for lunch."

Zhao Jinzong smiled. "Alright."

Old Man Tan sighed. "Help me talk some sense into Tanzhou. I think he's gone mad. Giving up such a good wife like Xiao En—how dare he divorce her behind my back!"

He hadn't even been told about the divorce! Now, after a year, how could he swallow his pride and mediate?

Old Man Tan caught a fish before heading back. The two fish were sent to the kitchen for lunch. When the food was brought to the table, Old Man Tan urged Chen Su to eat more. After the meal, members of the Tang family arrived, so Zhao Jinzong took Chen Su and left first.

On the drive back, Enigma placed his hand on the rear armrest.

Chen Su turned his head, staring at the back of Zhao Jinzong's hand, which had been burned by a candle the night before. He touched it gently with his finger. "Does it hurt?"

"No."

"You've been drinking?" When Zhao Jinzong arrived at the private fish pond, Chen Su had caught a faint smell of alcohol on him.

"Mm, a little."

"Smoking too?" Besides the alcohol, there was also a faint smell of smoke.

"No."

Zhao Jinzong turned his hand over, clasping Chen Su's hand in his palm. "Heading back to the Federation tomorrow morning."

"Alright."

Perhaps because yesterday and today had been so perfect, Chen Su felt that time had passed too quickly.

That night, they had a passionate, unrestrained session. It would likely be a long time before they saw each other again, so Chen Su used their intimacy to leave a strong pheromone mark on Enigma. To make the pheromones last longer, Chen Su refused to let Zhao Jinzong take off his clothes.

Zhao Jinzong rubbed his lips and smiled. "Releasing pheromones casually in public is illegal."

"Uh..." Chen Su paused for a few seconds—it was an ironclad rule.

He unbuttoned Enigma's shirt and left kiss marks on his chest, from his collarbone down to his wrists, branding every inch.

Only after Chen Su was satisfied did he lean against Enigma and rest.

Zhao Jinzong knew he was tired. He massaged Chen Su's waist and legs while Chen Su fell asleep breathing in the scent of incense pheromones—like an addict finally getting nicotine, intensely satisfying.

The next morning, Chen Su insisted that Uncle Wen first take Zhao Jinzong to the airport before dropping him off at the Drug Supervision Bureau for work.

Because Chen Su's legs were aching and he walked slowly that morning, he only saw Uncle Wen opening the rear door and didn't notice any luggage. He assumed Uncle Wen had already taken Zhao Jinzong's suitcase. It wasn't until he got out of the car that he realized there was no suitcase.

Chen Su asked, "The suitcase..."

Zhao Jinzong said, "No need to bring it."

Chen Su was puzzled.

Zhao Jinzong smiled. "I'll return to Beijing once this mission is over."

"Why... why..."

"The Federation is too far."

"Actually, you don't have to..."

"Chen Su, life is for two people to live together. One person always has to compromise and give ground. I don't want you to wait too long. In Beijing, we can still walk side by side." Zhao Jinzong raised his hand and ruffled Chen Su's hair.

"Okay." Chen Su's eyes stung.

Chen Su asked Uncle Wen to first drive to the underground garage, and he escorted Zhao Jinzong to the airport entrance. Chen Su knew exactly what time the flights to the Federation departed and when. He checked the time and, knowing it was approaching, looked up and kissed Enigma.

Zhao Jinzong wrapped his arm around Chen Su's waist, leaning slightly.

Just as their lips were about to meet, a familiar face appeared in Chen Su's field of vision. It was a natural instinct—people can always spot someone they know in a crowd.

Sheng Beiqing, wearing a baseball cap, pulled a sharp triangular dagger from inside his black jacket. The triangular dagger was a tactical knife with extreme anti-hemostatic properties—surgical sutures couldn't close the wound, and air embolism would prevent the wound from clotting properly. The victim would bleed out in a very short time.

Chen Su's eyes widened. In that split second, untrained, he couldn't react in time. A verbal warning would take too long—the brain would have to process it before the body could react.

Chen Su loved Zhao Jinzong more than anyone in the world. That was true, not just words. He just never had a chance to show it. But now, he deeply loved Zhao Jinzong. He knew that if that dagger plunged into Zhao Jinzong's back, Zhao Jinzong wouldn't have a single chance to survive.

Chen Su grabbed Enigma's upper arm and shoved him hard to the side.

Sheng Beiqing, driven by murderous intent, thrust the dagger quickly. It missed its target as Zhao Jinzong was pushed away by Chen Su, and the dagger came straight toward Chen Su.

The gleaming blade made Chen Su break out in a cold sweat.

The next second, Zhao Jinzong caught the blade in his hand. Fresh, hot blood dripped down, staining Chen Su's shoes crimson.

Chen Su's face turned white, his pupils and body frozen in shock as he stared at the knife.

The people around screamed and fled.

Zhao Jinzong chopped at Sheng Beiqing's wrist with his other hand. The dagger fell, still embedded in Zhao Jinzong's palm. He kicked Sheng Beiqing into the glass partition door, using all his strength. There was a loud crash.

Sheng Beiqing felt as if his internal organs were shattered. He clutched his chest and spat blood, staring at Zhao Jinzong's bleeding wrist and laughing maniacally: "Zhao Jinzong, I should have fucking killed you a long time ago!"

Ever since he found out that Zhao Jinzong liked Chen Su, he should have killed him back then.

Otherwise, he and the Sheng family wouldn't be in such a state, bullied and humiliated by everyone!

Sheng Beiqing's greatest regret in life was being too gentlemanly in respecting Chen Su's wishes. He should have forcefully claimed Chen Su and openly flaunted his relationship with Chen Su in front of Zhao Jinzong.

That way, Zhao Jinzong would probably never return to the capital, never know that his lover was coerced into marriage, and thus never take revenge on the Sheng family.

When Sheng Beiqing attacked Zhao Jinzong today, he never planned to walk away unscathed. Now that the Sheng family has fallen and the family patriarch passed away three days ago, Sheng Beiqing had long lost any hope of survival. But Zhao Jinzong had to come back at this critical moment, and with a new ring on his finger!

Sheng Beiqing wished he could kill Zhao Jinzong!

Staring at the hickey on Zhao Jinzong's neck, Sheng Beiqing taunted, "Zhao Jinzong, did sleeping with my ex-husband feel good? Real good, huh? Someone like him with skin hunger—touch his hand and he’ll cling to you..."

The atmosphere around them was eerily silent.

The vast airport entrance was empty, leaving only Zhao Jinzong, Chen Su, and Sheng Beiqing.

Chen Su offered no explanation for Sheng Beiqing's provocation. His heart trembled as he looked at the blood in Zhao Jinzong's palm, his fingers trembling. His eyes turned fierce and red as he glared at Sheng Beiqing, pulled out his phone, called Uncle Wen, and told him to drive up.

Chen Su held Zhao Jinzong's wrist. Zhao Jinzong's hand was cold and trembling slightly.

He didn't let go of the dagger in his hand; if he did, the blood would flow even faster.

But the tighter he held it, the sharper the pain of the blade cutting into his flesh.

Chen Su wished the knife had pierced him instead; his tears fell faster than the blood.

The security guards finally arrived, subduing Sheng Beiqing. Chen Su pulled out his Four Bureaus ID and said, "Call the police and send him to the General Bureau for interrogation."

The guard nodded. "Yes, sir."