Chapter 148 This Time I Really Can’t Win Him Back

Chapter 148: This Time, He Really Can't Win Him Back

Getting the marriage license isn't a big deal in a marriage; the day-to-day life together is what truly matters.

But Zhao Jinzong didn't seem to think so.

Chen Su looked up at Old Master Zhao, whose eyes held a hint of joy and relief.

Old Master Zhao was advanced in years and rarely went out except to catch up with a few old comrades. Today, he had come specially to witness this moment.

Chen Su and Zhao Jinzong entered the Civil Affairs Bureau together, got their marriage certificates stamped, and became legally bound.

The Omega who had grown up in the stormy, drifting years had now fulfilled his wish to become an Alpha, to have his own home, and to have family.

From now on, Zhao Jinzong would be Chen Su's family.

After getting the certificate that evening, Chen Su and Xiao Li returned to the Zhao family's old mansion for dinner, but unexpectedly, a banquet had been prepared.

Zhao Jinzong took Chen Su to change clothes, then, arm in arm, they went downstairs to dine with the guests.

Chen Su felt everything was happening too fast, too perfect—so perfect it felt unreal. He barely spoke; most of the answers came from Zhao Jinzong, and all he had to do was rest his hand on Zhao Jinzong's arm.

Though Old Master Zhao didn't show much emotion, after the banquet, he called Chen Su to the study and handed him a jade bracelet.

It was left by Zhao Jinzong's mother for the future daughter-in-law.

Zhao's mother hadn't expected her daughter-in-law to be an Alpha, a man.

"Thank you, Grandpa."

Old Master Zhao, leaning on his cane, walked along the bookshelf, and Chen Su followed, taking the books the old man handed him.

As he walked, Old Master Zhao said, "I've never really been in favor of this marriage. A year ago—no, it's been two years now—since you 'died,' Jinzong rarely came home. Every mission he took was extremely dangerous. He's my only grandson, but he wouldn't listen to me. It seemed there was nothing left for him to live for."

"I know he wanted to die for love, but also hoped his death would have meaning."

"I never had a good impression of you. The grandson I raised with such effort, the successor I painstakingly trained, shouldn't have been so devastated by a relationship."

Chen Su's throat choked up. "I'm sorry..."

Old Master Zhao sighed. "Xiao Wen, the driver, works for me. He told me something that made me understand why you matter so much to Jinzong."

Chen Su: "What?"

Old Master Zhao: "He said that when you reunited with Jinzong, you gave him a business card and asked him to find out whether Jinzong was unhappy to know you were still alive. Only then did I dimly understand that I've always been too hard on Jinzong. He's an Enigma, destined for high office. With the Zhao family's power, he could make history in the International Federation. And he did—he became the youngest General Administrator."

"I've always set high standards for him. At six, he was reading books on politics; at twelve, he could speak fluently and have his own insights. Besides that, piano, chess, music... not a single thing was neglected. I always wanted him to stand higher, but I forgot he was just a child, and he could get tired too."

"I can't remember when he stopped saying he was in pain, when he stopped showing his emotions."

"You're special to him. You care about how he feels."

The old man said a lot, and Chen Su's heart gradually clenched.

Back in high school, when Zhao Jinzong walked him home, Chen Su casually handed him antiseptic tablets and iodine—that small gesture seemed to have already determined that he was special to Zhao Jinzong.

In this turbulent, treacherous capital, where people ruthlessly devour each other, all concern and goodwill are based on power, status, and interests.

Old Master Zhao finished picking out the books and pointed to the desk, signaling Chen Su to put the books there.

Chen Su set them down.

Old Master Zhao said, "It's your life. I won't interfere anymore. As long as you are sincere with Jinzong."

Chen Su promised, "I will."

Old Master Zhao waved his hand. Chen Su poured a cup of tea for the old man, then closed the door and left.

Zhao Jinzong saw the guests off and returned to the bedroom.

He had just sat down and taken a drink of water when Chen Su opened the door and entered.

Zhao Jinzong opened his arms. Chen Su sat beside him, rubbing the family ring on his thumb. The old man's words tonight had deeply moved him.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Mm." Zhao Jinzong loosened his tie, and Chen Su immediately said, "Let me."

Chen Su loosened Zhao Jinzong's tie and removed his watch.

Zhao Jinzong said calmly, "The wedding will be next month."

Chen Su was stunned for a moment. "Isn't that a bit short notice..."

"No, I've already made the preparations."

"...When?"

Zhao Jinzong gazed quietly at Chen Su. "A long time ago."

The "long time ago" Zhao Jinzong referred to was two years ago.

Chen Su had promised to move to the next stage of their marriage after Zhao Jinzong finished his busy period.

...

At the Meng family home.

Meng Suizhi was waiting punctually at the General Bureau entrance tonight for Han Yu. He waited until everyone in the bureau had gone, but still no Han Yu. Only after asking a few colleagues did he learn that Han Yu had gone on a mission to the west part of the city and probably wouldn't be back until late at night.

Meng Suizhi: "..." Damn, now he really can't get him back.

Meng Suizhi drove home.

Seeing that all his things were still in the house, he breathed a sigh of relief. "Good, he hasn't left yet."

Meng Suizhi bought groceries, cooked some dishes, and brought back some takeout, arranged them on plates, steamed some rice, and waited quietly for Han Yu to come home.

Meng Suizhi fell asleep while waiting. It wasn't until Han Yu returned home that he woke up.

Meng Suizhi was startled awake by the sound of the door opening, groggily lifted his head. When he saw Han Yu, he came to his senses. "Did you eat?"

Han Yu glanced at Meng Suizhi, frowning.

The word "eat" made him grind his teeth. He didn't answer.

Meng Suizhi stood up. "Come have a bite. I made it just for you."

Han Yu: "Bought."

Meng Suizhi: "…………"