Hui Tian Ch47

Chapter 47

S-class dowry involution

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Two hours later, Bai Sheng’s home.

Chairman Bai sat on the sofa, furiously pinching his philtrum, confirming with a tremble, “Is it really like this? Our whole family won’t be executed?”

“No, no.” Chen Miao sat shoulder-to-shoulder beside him, thoughtfully comforting the poor old man. “It’s consensual, not some great crime. The only issue is that you absolutely must not speak of it outside. After all, our supervisor’s hobby of cuffing people up and beating them isn’t very glamorous. Bai-ge sacrificed a lot to get a permanent position. It doesn’t sound good to talk about unspoken rules…”

Chairman Bai was like a drowning man clutching at a straw. “T-Then does our family need to provide a dowry?”

“…”

Chen Miao was subtly silent for a few seconds, then euphemistically said, “Probably not for now.”

“Understood, understood.” Chairman Bai rubbed his hands in understanding. “Haven’t climbed that high yet, haven’t climbed that high yet.”

The bedroom door opened. Bai Sheng, finally exhausted from coaxing Shen Zhuo to brush his teeth, wash his face, change clothes, and eat breakfast, walked out carrying the Grand Supervisor horizontally.

It’s no wonder all supervisors were full of resentment about their salaries because the workload was simply too immense. Even in this state, Shen Zhuo had to go to work—Shenhai’s fiscal budget deficit for the next quarter was 360 million. He had a video conference with the International Supervision General Administration this morning. Nominally to discuss Supervision Office funding allocation, but in reality, it was a battle to grab money.

“In… Supervisor!” Chairman Bai bounced up like a spring potato, terrified as he paid his respects. “My unworthy nephew Bai Sheng, aged twenty-seven, looks crude, is unmarried, and has some family assets. If possible, I am willing to offer a generous dowry in the future…”

Shen Zhuo turned his head from Bai Sheng’s arms. His cold, white face carried drowsiness as he glanced wordlessly at the old man.

“…”

Chairman Bai’s tongue was tied in knots, and his mind went blank, forgetting his lines due to excessive fear.

After a long while, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he gulped and, guided by some strange force, asked the question he most wanted to know deep down:

“That little bastard Bai Sheng didn’t resist, right? Did you beat him to your satisfaction?”

Chen Miao: “…”

Bai Sheng: “…”

Shen Zhuo buried his face back into Bai Sheng’s arms, obviously very resistant to talking to strangers.

“Uncle.” Bai Sheng sighed, mentally exhausted. “I don’t know if he’s satisfied, but your nephew is going to be played to ruin all night.”

Chairman Bai: “?!”

Hugging Shen Zhuo, Bai Sheng walked out the door under Chen Miao’s gaze that said, “Holy crap, can I listen to this for free?” His hair, just washed with ice water, wasn’t dry yet, the tuft of white hair on top drooping listlessly, his entire back figure written with vicissitudes.

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Perhaps because the hypothalamic neurohormone disorder came in waves, Shen Zhuo’s side effects also fluctuated in strength. While at Bai Sheng’s home, he obviously needed a lot of security. Once inside the Shenhai Supervision Office, he seemed a bit more lucid. At least when getting out of the car, he didn’t let Bai Sheng carry him, walking into the elevator silently alone—fragile, bewildered, but strong.

Bai Sheng followed, laden with bags big and small, carrying in total: the Supervisor’s briefcase, the International Supervision General Administration confidential data platform, abalone rice prepared for lunch, various sweet and salty snacks for the afternoon, a bottle of light salt water, a bottle of electrolyte water, and half a cup of unfinished fresh milk; carefully escorting Shen Zhuo to the top floor of the Supervision Office.

As a result, when the elevator doors opened, Shui Ronghua strode over hurriedly, staring at her phone in shock, then looked up at Bai Sheng.

“Chen Miao messaged saying your uncle is pulling him with teary eyes, expressing willingness to offer double the dowry to exchange for a title for you?”

“…”

“Useless, tried it.” Bai Sheng looked haggard. “With my willow-like appearance, offering a hundred million last night couldn’t marry me off. Making up for your 360 million overdraft for the next quarter might have a sliver of hope.”

Shui Ronghua wore an expression of shattered worldview, quickly replying to Chen Miao on WeChat: [Ask Bai-ge’s uncle if he’s willing to offer 360 million.]

“Empress, just focusing on the dowry is useless; your logistical work this morning wasn’t up to par.” Shui Ronghua put away her phone while following Shen Zhuo into the office, directing the secretary to quickly prepare all work processes. “The International Supervision General Administration’s fiscal plan for the next quarter is out. Supervisor Amatullah will be coming soon to snatch a 60-million-dollar appropriation from us via video conference. Why did you dress His Majesty like this?”

Shen Zhuo wore loose white casual clothes, sleeves rolled up to reveal slender wrists, sitting quietly behind the desk. He appeared incredibly fragile and lean, eliciting pity. Even the secretary couldn’t help but take out her phone to sneak two photos before slipping away when leaving the office.

“Is this some strange fetish of yours?” Shui Ronghua glanced suspiciously at Bai Sheng.

Bai Sheng said honestly, “I am innocent. My fetishes have always been uniforms, gloves, and whips, really. If your supervisor, wearing a uniform was lying in my arms last night, maybe you would have my deed of sale today, the kind where I work for free until death.”

In the unseen void, Witch Italdo punched her palm, full of regret: “Tsk! Miscalculated! I said we shouldn’t have changed Shen’s clothes yesterday!”

“…”

Shui Ronghua didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. While preparing the video conference for Shen Zhuo, she ordered Bai Sheng, “Go to the lounge over there and get a suit. Ten minutes left, hurry.”

Shen Zhuo’s office was a large suite connected to a small lounge with simple furniture like a single bed and wardrobe, used for the Supervisor to take naps when working late.

Actually, with the Grand Supervisor’s status, he could totally make the workplace extremely luxurious. It was said that in Europe, even jurisdictional supervisors had separate villa gardens as office points, with gyms and swimming pools inside.

But Shen Zhuo seemed indifferent to these. His lounge style was very clean—modern black, white, and gray, with concise and tough lines, without any superfluous decoration.

Bai Sheng opened the wardrobe. Completely expected, inside were all black suit jackets, vests paired with white shirts, and a few extra black and dark gray coats, all cut very sharply and toughly.

“…” Bai Sheng smiled silently.

It wasn’t surprising at all that Shen Zhuo would choose this style. His build was upright but thin; only this kind of sharp, tough cut could show strength. Otherwise, if it were even half loose, it would inevitably show weakness, which was very inappropriate on the ten Grand Supervisor council seats filled with alphas.

Anyway, the clothes in the closet were all the same. Bai Sheng casually grabbed a suit and shirt over his arm. Just as he was about to leave, he glimpsed something and inwardly went “Huh?”.

On the cabinet in the corner of the wardrobe, an English academic journal was placed squarely, but it was already very old.

The publication date was over thirty years ago.

Some sensitive nerve in his subconscious twitched. Bai Sheng picked up the journal. The first thing he saw was the cover article title, Genetic Darwinism Hiding Evolution Codes. Flipping to the cover article page according to the index, the author’s name was Shen Ruzhen.

Shen?

Shen Ruzhen? Shen Ruzhen?

Shen Zhuo’s father or mother?

Bai Sheng was interested, but before he could read carefully, Shui Ronghua’s urging sounded from outside: “Mr. Bai!”

“Coming!”

Bai Sheng had to hastily put down the magazine and go out. Shui Ronghua was checking the time while waving: “Hurry up, hurry up, no time for pants, just change his top.”

Shen Zhuo sat quietly in the armchair. At first glance, he looked indifferent, but careful observation revealed a beauty like an out-of-body soul.

Bai Sheng couldn’t help it: “Are you sure he can win that 60 million dollars like this?”

“It’s fine. I’ve seen Shen Zhuo in a meeting with that Supervisor Kingston. Four hours without a word or expression, frozen like an AI image before the camera. Finally, at the end, he opened his mouth and said one word—’NO’, making Kingston cry and run away on the spot.” Shui Ronghua turned to Shen Zhuo, instructing eagerly, “Don’t let anyone snatch our 60 million later. No matter what they say, don’t make a sound. If really necessary, just ‘NO’, remember?”

Shen Zhuo was like a glass figurine, quiet, fragile, and silent. His inorganic glass-like eyes looked at her. After a long while, he spoke slowly:

“Doctor Shui.”

He actually spoke! Shui Ronghua’s spirits lifted.

“Are you the supervisor, or am I the supervisor?”

Shui Ronghua: “………………”

At this moment, the complicated expression on Shui Ronghua’s face was exactly the same as Bai Sheng’s when attempting to help with the bath last night. She lowered her head and sincerely stated, “Sorry, you are. Please proceed.”

Bai Sheng: “Pfft—”

Shui Ronghua covered her face with one hand, signaling Bai Sheng to change clothes quickly with the other, stood up, and exited the office.

Nothing in this world was more pleasant than seeing Shen Zhuo unleash his sharp tongue on others. Bai Sheng was in a delightful mood, personally helping Shen Zhuo change into the shirt, half-kneeling on the ground to button it up one by one. He stood up to get the tie but was grabbed by the hand by Shen Zhuo.

Bai Sheng: “?”

Shen Zhuo looked up at him, uttering three words:

“Want to go home.”

In an instant, Bai Sheng’s heart softened into a puddle, wishing he could pay that 60 million dollars himself and immediately scoop up his baby to run home, placing him on twelve soft cushions as a kiss-hug-lift-high Princess and the Pea.

However, this Princess and the Pea only had a shelf life of twenty-some hours left. After sobering up, he might turn into a cold-blooded demon king silencing all witnesses. Bai Sheng thought about the consequences and could only comfort him painfully: “Be good, I’ll take you home right after the meeting. I guarantee to take you home, be obedient.”

Shen Zhuo gazed at him quietly, neither letting go nor speaking.

“…”

Bai Sheng looked into his eyes and, in an instant, was blessed with sudden insight, tacitly knowing what he was thinking—considering whether to give a kiss.

Heart beating wildly, Bai Sheng leaned down, pointed to his lips, and induced softly, “Come, kiss here.”

Bai Sheng always kept himself very clean and fresh, with a pleasant scent in his collar and clean, smiling lips.

Shen Zhuo stared at the familiar curve and neat teeth before him, with unknown thoughts in his mind. After a long time, he slowly raised his hand and touched the corner of Bai Sheng’s lips.

His fingertips were slender and slightly cool, probing into the teeth along the lip seam, then tracing a fine water mark on the lower lip.

The luscious prey slipped away between the giant wolf’s sharp teeth. In that instant, Bai Sheng’s breathing stopped.

Countless electric currents exploded, rushing from his spine to the top of his head, and even his nerve endings were trembling. Bai Sheng suddenly gripped Shen Zhuo’s wrist, tilting his chin up and lowering his head, breath rapid and hot, about to kiss those lips and teeth fiercely—

The video conference reminder sounded abruptly.

Supervisor Amatullah was online.

Shen Zhuo leaned back expressionlessly, decisively turning his head to avoid Bai Sheng. The latter couldn’t stop it in time, watching helplessly as Shen Zhuo pressed Accept on the display screen.

Bai Sheng: “?!”

Acting, right? Acting, right?!

The S-class’s only impulse was to tear the computer apart and blow up the office, but it was too late. Once the video conference application was accepted, an S-class woman in her forties flashed onto the display screen immediately. Her features were deep, her appearance majestic—it was none other than the Egyptian Grand Supervisor ranked second in the General Administration, Ms. Amatullah.

Bai Sheng retreated quickly to the corner, full of anger with nowhere to vent, wanting to drag the aloof Shen Zhuo from behind the computer to swallow him alive. But in reality, he could only grit his teeth and take deep breaths. Crack! He clawed five smoking white marks on the wall.

“Good morning, Supervisor Shen.” Cold light flashed in Amatullah’s dark brown eyes, getting straight to the point: “Let’s make this quick. I know Director-General Nielsen won’t refuse any request from Shenhai, but I still insist on my view: Shenhai cannot swallow that 60 million dollar appropriation alone!”

“…”

Shen Zhuo ignored Bai Sheng crackling with electricity in the corner, staring coldly at the screen like an AI portrait.

“Shenhai doesn’t need that much money at all! The UN Security Council has evidence showing you are secretly funding the long-banned HRG project!” Ms. Amatullah spread out a table full of reports with a rustle: “Here is the relevant evidence we collected, here are Shenhai’s recent ability fluctuation values, here are relevant images from satellite surveillance, here is the Shenhai financial report audited by us… Unless you can prove all evidence is wrong—but we all know THAT! IS! IM! POS! SI! BLE!—otherwise where did all that money go? Did you use it for skin care projects?!”

“…”

If one observed carefully, they would find dangerous watery light beginning to ripple in Shen Zhuo’s eyes, yet the eloquently flowing Amatullah did not notice.

“If that 60 million dollar appropriation is released entirely to Shenhai, I will undoubtedly exercise my veto power. I will ensure you don’t get a single penny! Unless you agree to share that 60 million with our Egyptian jurisdiction. We can split it half-half. That way, I agree not to submit this evidence to the Security Council and the International Supervision General Administration and barely agree to your Shenhai jurisdiction’s financial budget for the next quarter. Understood, Supervisor Shen?!”

“…”

The air was silent and suffocating. Shen Zhuo remained motionless. Ms. Amatullah stared aggressively at the screen.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Teardrops overflowed rapidly from Shen Zhuo’s eyes, then rolled down his expressionless face, dropping plop onto the table.

Amatullah: “…”

Amatullah: “??!”

Shen Zhuo opened his mouth slowly, with a stubborn sob of utter grievance, rejecting crisply: “NO.”

If one had to describe it specifically, the female supervisor’s expression at this moment was like she saw a volcano erupt, glaciers collapse, the sun flash helium, dinosaurs resurrect, or Nielsen stripping naked and dancing Gangnam Style in front of the International Supervision General Administration gate.

Shen Zhuo turned to Bai Sheng and extended his hand. clearly showing no emotion on his face, yet making one’s heart ache to pieces, like a child who only wanted a measly 60 million dollars to do a few cute little experiments but was unreasonably refused.

No one could refuse Supervisor Shen at this moment. Bai Sheng had no choice but to step forward, hug him, and comfort and pat him while greeting the dumbfounded Amatullah across the video, despite his extremely complicated tone:

“This matter is quite convoluted to explain. Please listen to my reasonable explanation…”

“What are you doing?! What did Supervisor Shen do to you?! Oh no, what did you do to Supervisor Shen!!” Amatullah jerked her swivel chair back, roaring in disbelief: “You actually drugged the Grand Supervisor! Is your jurisdiction launching a coup?!”

Bai Sheng said, “Oh, it hasn’t come to that…”

“Give me 30 million in fiscal appropriations, and I won’t report you to the General Administration; otherwise, I swear to make Nielsen’s eyes go blind too!” Amatullah covered her eyes with one hand while spreading her fingers, quickly pulling out her phone with the other to snap photos of the video frantically: “Too terrifying! Is this part of Eastern metaphysics? Does Supervisor Shen act spoiled like this in private?!”

Bai Sheng: “No, actually not really…”

“He’s rubbing against you! He is rubbing against you!!” Amatullah pointed at the screen as if seeing a ghost, watching as Shen Zhuo hugged Bai Sheng’s waist with both hands, stubbornly turning his head to bury his face in his chest. “Oh Allah, if I have sinned, let me watch Nielsen streak naked. Why make me see such a scene?! My eyes, my eyes—”

Bai Sheng remained expressionless as the video opposite suddenly went black. Amatullah went offline rapidly.

“…”

Shen Zhuo had no reaction, burying his face in Bai Sheng’s chest and shedding tears silently.

“Don’t be afraid.” Bai Sheng patted his shoulder gently. “Worst case is just a global coming out. As long as you’re fine after sobering up.”

Knock knock twice from outside, then Shui Ronghua poked her head in: “Is the 60 million appropriation saved?”

Bai Sheng said, “I have good news and bad news. The good news is the enemy was greatly frightened and won’t bother your Supervisor Shen for a long time.”

“Bad news?”

“…” Bai Sheng showed a genial smile: “The bad news is your Director-General will be so jealous tonight he won’t be able to sleep.”

Shui Ronghua: “Huh?”

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The drug instruction sheet said side effects could last “up to” 48 hours, with records of returning to normal within 24 hours, but that obviously wasn’t Shen Zhuo.

Shen Zhuo showed absolutely no sign of shaking off the side effects, which intensified in the afternoon. He showed great resistance to all Supervision Office affairs. He even fell into silent depression for an hour because Chen Miao stepped into the office with his left foot first when coming to work in the afternoon. Chen Miao almost jumped off the building, standing on the windowsill seeking death for a long time before being persuaded down.

Finally, no one dared to knock on Shen Zhuo’s office door for Office matters. The research director had a bright idea and took three theoretical derivation problems from the lab to ask Supervisor Shen for help.

Facts proved that what a person truly likes cannot be hidden. Upon receiving the derivation problems, Shen Zhuo’s mood stabilized immediately. He sat there quietly researching all afternoon. In the meantime, he was coaxed by Bai Sheng into several kisses without shedding tears. By the time work ended, he had successfully solved all three major derivations, completing half a month’s calculation workload for the entire lab alone.

Bai Sheng was amazed, attempting to ask the research director for more homework problems to take home to coax Shen Zhuo at night. The answer was none left; not a drop could be squeezed out. The research director slapped his thigh in regret, unaware that Bai Sheng regretted it even more than him, having to clock out holding Shen Zhuo and driving home with sweet worries about how to pass the long night tonight.

The two kids went to stay at a hotel. Chu Yan was a little girl who gave adults peace of mind as long as she wasn’t thinking about killing people; Yang Xiaodao was tough enough to stage ten seasons of Man vs. Wild even if thrown onto a deserted island. Therefore, no need to worry about the two little ones. The only thing to figure out was dinner for the two adults.

“What do you want to eat?” Bai Sheng sat on the sofa with legs crossed, one arm around Shen Zhuo’s shoulder, swiping through the menu app with the other. “Whatever you want, I’ll make it fresh. Want White Rabbit Strawberry Mochi? I can bake, you know.”

Shen Zhuo reached out and pointed. Yangzhou Fried Rice.

“Oho, so easy to feed?” Bai Sheng pointed to his own lips. “Give me a kiss.”

Shen Zhuo lowered his eyelashes, leaning forward, wanting to gently touch the corner of Bai Sheng’s lips.

But immediately with a thud, he was forcibly pressed onto the sofa. His lips and teeth were forced open, invaded rudely and mercilessly. Water traces flowed down along the teeth, wetting his chin in the entanglement.

Sounds of resistance were swallowed completely. Body temperature rose sharply with the friction, as if even the air was about to burn. Shen Zhuo trembled in suffocation, raising his hand to push, but his wrists were grabbed by Bai Sheng and pinned above his head. Finally, just a moment before losing control, Bai Sheng barely restrained himself, looking down at him panting heavily.

“This is called kissing, understand?” Bai Sheng said hoarsely, sucking on his earlobe. “What you did? That’s just rubbing.”

Shen Zhuo tried his best to tilt his head to avoid, lips moist and red. Under his slender neck, pale blue blood vessels were clearly visible, extending deep into the open white shirt collar.

“…”

Bai Sheng couldn’t look away, as if struggling intensely deep inside. After a long while, he exhaled hoarsely.

“I am truly a huge sucker.” he patted Shen Zhuo’s lower back casually, forcing himself to get up from the sofa to cook, heart filled with helplessness and despair about how to endure until dawn tonight: “Why must a virgin’s love path be so rough? Is it the overflow of morality or an overdose of humanity?”

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