Chapter 141 Not Even a Minute

Chapter 141: Not Even for a Minute

Chen Su said in a low voice, "It's not convenient."

Chen Su hung up on Old Master Zhao, tossed the phone aside, and reached out to Zhao Jinzong. Zhao Jinzong took his hand, and Chen Su explained, "It wasn't an important call."

"Mm."

Zhao Jinzong didn't ask further.

Chen Su turned off Zhao Jinzong's phone.

That call from Old Master Zhao served as a wake-up call for Chen Su—this peace and quiet wouldn't last long.

Chen Su's honeymoon leave was only a month.

After Chen Su had fully satisfied Zhao Jinzong, he released pheromones to coax the Enigma into resting.

Once Zhao Jinzong fell asleep, Chen Su went out, got a fresh tattoo on the back of his hand, and then worked in the study. Chen Su knew nothing about Zhao Jinzong's work; it was harder for him than scientific research. The only thing he found easy was reviewing past similar cases and making approvals, but the times changed quickly, and the documents he approved were bound to have errors.

This wasn't something he could finish quickly.

Chen Su wanted to spend more time with Zhao Jinzong, so he could only allow Zhao Jinzong to work.

In the evening, after they ate dinner.

Chen Su let Zhao Jinzong into the study. While Zhao Jinzong reviewed documents, Chen Su watched from the side. Occasionally, a couple of phone calls came in, asking whether Zhao Jinzong had left the Federal Office and whether the documents needed to be sent back to the capital.

Chen Su answered, had the documents sent over, and signed them.

They worked until nine o'clock, then Chen Su forcibly shut down the computer and made Zhao Jinzong go to bed.

He leaned on Zhao Jinzong's shoulder, but no matter what he did, he couldn't fall asleep.

During these forced days, Zhao Jinzong showed no emotion at all.

Chen Su had no idea what Zhao Jinzong was thinking and didn't dare to ask. He only knew he had made a mistake and angered Zhao Jinzong, and was now dealing with him in a forceful way.

Zhao Jinzong shifted.

After his hands had been restrained for so long, even his shoulders ached.

Chen Su unlocked the handcuffs and locked one half around his own wrist.

Zhao Jinzong wasn't asleep. His now-free hand gently rested on Chen Su's cheek in the darkness. "Are you sick?"

Zhao Jinzong's touch was gentle and tender.

Chen Su had been taking medicine every day this whole time, which couldn't be hidden from Zhao Jinzong.

"It's nothing."

"Chen Su."

"It's just that my emotions get unstable sometimes. I've been taking my meds on schedule."

"What caused it?"

"I don't remember..."

Probably since childhood—being abandoned by his mother, his father jumping into a river to die because he feared becoming a burden... These things had quietly taken root in Chen Su's heart. Growing up, he met Zhao Jinzong. He didn't want to get close, didn't dare to even try, but unexpectedly ended up with him.

Zhao Jinzong was an extremely demanding person.

Chen Su didn't dare to make mistakes, didn't want to, but he really knew nothing about emotions, and he easily angered Zhao Jinzong. That intense fear of abandonment was completely triggered, and Chen Su fell ill, growing worse and worse.

Especially after Lu Xun appeared...

Chen Su didn't have a privileged family; they weren't well-matched. Zhao Jinzong would give him the silent treatment when he was angry, and Zhao Jinzong had countless suitors... Even though Zhao Jinzong had seen him long ago and fallen in love at first sight, that still couldn't suppress the fear in Chen Su's heart.

How much love was enough?

Chen Su himself didn't know.

This was his own problem, yet he placed the burden on Zhao Jinzong.

On one hand, he respected Zhao Jinzong's pursuit of his career; on the other, he felt lost because of it. He was conflicted and paranoid.

Zhao Jinzong touched Chen Su's head, holding the hand that had been retattooed. He had stubbornly added a few more marks to his already scarred hand. In his eyes, the tattoo wasn't a declaration of love—it was a symbol of pain.

"Does it hurt?"

"No."

"Chen Su." Zhao Jinzong's voice was soft. He placed Chen Su's hand on his chest. "You can do whatever you want. It's okay to get angry. You don't have to hold back."

Recently, Chen Su had been holding back his temper.

BPD emotions can be extremely intense, like when Chen Su used to throw pens and smash candy jars.

"Mm."

Chen Su agreed. So, in front of Zhao Jinzong, he blocked Lu Xun's email. "He's not at the Four Bureaus anymore. It won't affect work."

Zhao Jinzong smiled. "Mm. Anything else you want to do?"

"Mm, anything?"

"Sure."

"I want a marriage license."

Chen Su had already proposed, and Zhao Jinzong had accepted the ring. Even though Chen Su had partly broken his promise, he had already been punished. We should have gotten this marriage certificate a long time ago.

Zhao Jinzong asked again, "Anything else?"

Chen Su pushed his luck: "One phone call a day, at least ten minutes."

A ten-minute call a day was easy—it could be in the morning while washing up and having breakfast, or in the evening before bed. It wasn't a long time.

"Alright." Zhao Jinzong continued, "Anything else?"

"Not for now..."

Zhao Jinzong shot back, "What about the wedding?"

Chen Su smiled. "It's okay."

Zhao Jinzong's voice turned serious. "Chen Su."

Chen Su had been married before, but that marriage, a marriage in name only, was coerced and brought him no happiness, so there shouldn't have been a wedding.

But with Zhao Jinzong, Chen Su deserved a wedding.

Chen Su started to say: "I'm sorr—"

Zhao Jinzong lifted Chen Su's chin and kissed him, cutting him off. "No more apologizing."

Chen Su smiled and kissed Zhao Jinzong back eagerly.

In the following days, Chen Su began to allow Zhao Jinzong to work, but Chen Su himself wouldn't rest; he stayed by his side, reading every word, and still refused to give Zhao Jinzong any electronic devices except for his watch.

Before leaving, Chen Su would instruct Zhao Jinzong not to leave the bedroom.

Otherwise, he would get angry.

Chen Su would handle Zhao Jinzong's calls—from Old Master Zhao, from Old Master Tan, and from Tanzhou...

Chen Su answered all of them on his behalf.

Using the honeymoon as an excuse, Chen Su refused any interruptions.

Zhao Jinzong's phone had almost become Chen Su's phone.

Chen Su dutifully replied to calls and messages for Zhao Jinzong. Half a month went by like this. Once he was satisfied, he wanted more and more. Human desires are endless; they only keep growing.

In the document box handed over by an Alpha subordinate, he found a blank transfer application.

Chen Su had already forged Zhao Jinzong's signature extremely well.

Chen Su wanted to fill out this transfer order and have Zhao Jinzong return to the capital. This horrifying thought lingered in his mind for only ten minutes.

Chen Su tore up the blank transfer application.

He returned to the room and held Zhao Jinzong for a very long time.

Zhao Jinzong sensed something unusual and asked, "What's wrong?"

After a long moment of bitterness, Chen Su cautiously ventured, "Can you..."

Chen Su paused, and Zhao Jinzong asked, "Hmm?"

The words hovered on his lips for a moment. Chen Su rephrased: "Don't be too harsh on me."

Zhao Jinzong took it to mean: "You don't want me to control you?"

"No." Chen Su frowned, "People always lie. Can you..."

Lies filled Chen Su's early life—he used drugs to trick everyone into thinking he was an Omega.

When Zhao Jinzong said he hated lies, it was as if he hated Chen Su himself. Later, Chen Su learned that Zhao Jinzong loved him more than gender itself, so he didn't get angry with him.

But Zhao Jinzong was too harsh about lies. If Chen Su made a promise but didn't keep it, Zhao Jinzong would get angry, and when angry, he would ignore Chen Su.

Chen Su couldn't accept such a harsh punishment.

Because he always lied, and he couldn't guarantee he wouldn't lie in the future.

He couldn't afford to take Zhao Jinzong lightly.

So Chen Su could only ask Zhao Jinzong not to be so strict about lies.

Chen Su could now accept Zhao Jinzong staying at the Federal Office, but he couldn't accept any coldness from Zhao Jinzong toward him in the future.

Not even for a minute.