Hui Tian Ch101

Chapter 101

Unspoken Wedding Vows

Three days later.

Ding-dong! Ding-dong!

In front of the villa’s main gate, the surveillance camera showed Chen Miao’s distorted baby face: “Bai-ge! It’s me! I brought what you wanted!”

After a moment, there was a click, and the door opened. Chen Miao, carrying a bag, curiously pushed the door open and walked in.

It was chilly outside, but the villa was very warm inside. The decor had a classical Western feel, with the foyer connected to a wide central corridor and a spiral staircase. Chen Miao looked around with his head tilted up and heard footsteps on the thick carpet of the stairs, followed by Bai Sheng’s lazy yawn:

“Wow, that was fast.”

Chen Miao turned around and was immediately shocked.

Bai Sheng was wearing a pair of grey loungewear pants. His upper body was bare, revealing a strong and toned physique with beautifully defined muscles on his shoulders and back. His skin was covered with scratch marks made by fingernails, crisscrossing and clearly visible. From the depths, it was clear the perpetrator had done it with intense hatred, or at least in a near breakdown state.

“………” Chen Miao opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, and finally found his voice after a long moment: “What… what did you do?!”

Bai Sheng lazily responded, “Hmm.”

“Impossible! My senior would never voluntarily scratch you like that!”

“Oh, really?” Bai Sheng said nonchalantly, “It seems that when people are pushed to the brink, they indeed do things contrary to their nature.”

Chen Miao’s pure worldview was overturned, and he stood there in stunned silence for a long time. When he noticed the subtle but smug expression on Bai Sheng’s face, he finally realized: he intentionally didn’t wear a shirt.

He just wanted to show off.

Years of teacher-student relationship flashed before his eyes, filling Chen Miao with sudden rage. He stood there, taking deep breaths for five seconds, finally mustering the courage to glare at Bai Sheng, his myriad of thoughts condensed into one sentence:

“Is my senior okay?!”

Bai Sheng glanced at him lightly.

“……” Chen Miao gave in at the speed of light: “Is your wife okay?!”

“Oh, he’s fine. He loves me very much,” Bai Sheng said. “My next plan is to buy the front pages of major media worldwide to announce our wedding news, then hire someone to embellish our epic love story, adapt it into a novel, a play, a ballet, a movie, and a TV series, have Netflix produce eighteen seasons, and broadcast it during prime time on all major platforms. Finally, I’ll order twenty thousand drones to perform a wedding banner show celebrating our union, hoping my daughter can find that Rong’s lair and put on a free light show on their rooftop for half a month until they send a red envelope to my account.”

Chen Miao: “……”

“What’s Romeo and Juliet, the Red Chamber, or Butterfly Lovers? Weak sauce. A thousand years later, when humans do archaeological digs, they’ll find evidence of our love in the remnants of civilization. Our urns will be exhibited in museums with labels underneath: Bai Sheng, Supervisor Shen’s original spouse, love-rival terminator, supreme first wife.”

At this moment, Chen Miao felt like he had been hit by a mental attack of S-class level, dazed with only one thought: Is this what future humans will dig up? Is there any hope for humanity?

“Have you eaten?” Bai Sheng asked kindly.

“…No, why?”

Bai Sheng grabbed Chen Miao’s shoulder bag and took out a small velvet box—the item he had specifically asked Chen Miao to drive to his house, fetch from the bedside drawer, and deliver to this suburban villa.

“If you haven’t eaten, go back and eat,” Bai Sheng said, taking the small box and throwing the bag back to Chen Miao, kindly reminding him, “The cafeteria at the supervision office has free pineapple soup for lunch today; don’t miss it.”

Chen Miao instinctively hugged his returned bag, immersed in indescribable shock and confusion. He dazedly walked a few steps towards the exit, then suddenly reacted, looking at Bai-ge in disbelief:

“I came all this way to deliver something to you two, and you don’t even offer me a cup of milk tea, but instead send me back for free pineapple soup?!”

Bai Sheng paused, standing at the top of the stairs, and looked down at Chen Miao with a slight smile.

“You all kept the truth about HRG from me,” he said pleasantly, “I’ll deal with you all after my honeymoon.”

“……”

Chen Miao nodded and backed out of the door. If he were a big golden retriever, his fluffy tail would be wagging like a propeller at this moment: “Happy wedding, Bai-ge, happy wedding, you and my senior are a match made in heaven, mwah mwah.”

With a click, Chen Miao thoughtfully closed the door and quickly fled, like his tail was on fire.

·

Bai Sheng returned to the master bedroom. The thick curtains completely blocked out the daylight, making the room private and warm. On the large bed, a figure was curled up, showing long and beautiful arm lines, the skin giving off a cold white glow in the dim light.

The mattress slightly sank as Bai Sheng sat down, watching Shen Zhuo’s deeply sleeping face.

He was completely exhausted, his black hair damp with sweat and a bit disheveled, his cheeks to his neck showing a white sheen like thin porcelain soaked in water. His thin lips, bitten too many times and now blood-filled, were slightly parted, and even in his sleep, his brows were slightly furrowed in discomfort.

Of course, he was uncomfortable.

No human could feel comfortable being repeatedly tortured greedily by a male beast for days after being taken back to its lair.

The campfire not far away flickered silently, casting Bai Sheng’s expression into unclear shadows, with only a point of bright light flickering deep in his eyes.

Only with great care could one see that the light was clearly an insatiable, forcibly suppressed desire and love of a wild beast.

“……” Shen Zhuo seemed to sense something, frowning slightly and slipping deeper into the silk bedding as if trying to escape, but was promptly stopped by Bai Sheng’s hand, his palm pressing and rubbing his lower abdomen, then bending down to suck on the already parted, thin lips.

Amid the entwining and crossing, Bai Sheng’s breathing grew heavier and harder to control until he suddenly exerted force, cupping Shen Zhuo’s head and making him sit up.

Shen Zhuo’s fingers dug deep into the silk, and his already hoarse voice finally made a sound: “Impossible, don’t you dare…”

“You can do it.” Bai Sheng kissed him intermittently, extremely seductive and gentle, even though the veins on his forehead were bulging and throbbing violently, and his breath was mixed with scorching air: “You managed it yesterday, didn’t you?”

The submission period was chaotic and intense. In the first three days, when the pheromone suppression was strongest, Shen Zhuo almost completely lost consciousness, mindlessly clinging to Bai Sheng no matter where he went, like a pearl wrapped in the embrace of a dragon, unwilling to let go even for a second. Bai Sheng was driven to madness, even enticing Shen Zhuo to bite him hard, leaving bloody marks, and fantasizing about becoming a giant wolf that could hold his most beloved treasure in its mouth forever, never letting anyone else see it or leave any fantasy in the world.

Fortunately, by the fourth day, although still in the submission period, the pheromone suppression was not as intense. Shen Zhuo began to regain some consciousness, being able to struggle and refuse during moments of collapse, allowing Bai Sheng to regain a shred of sanity amidst strong reluctance.

The chaotic scent filled the room. Shen Zhuo bit his teeth, his forehead resting on Bai Sheng’s shoulder, hearing the mingling of silk stretching and faint water sounds, with the crackling of sparks merging into a growing heat.

The swaying flames made the shadows on the walls flicker, chaotic and intertwined. The tides of sensation surged to the top, squeezing out the last bit of oxygen, suffocating, and reaching the brink of despair until stars of white light exploded before the retina.

“You…” Shen Zhuo gasped, still catching his breath, squeezing out a few words through his teeth, “…you bastard.”

Bai Sheng kept kissing him, using his healing ability to soothe the blood-red finger marks. Otherwise, the bruises would soon turn blue and black, spanning the entire narrow back.

“Wonderful,” he murmured, more like an obsessed whisper to himself, “Everyone will know you are mine; everyone must get out of your world.”

He wasn’t wrong because the submission period only occurs once. From now on, no pheromone could affect Shen Zhuo anymore, not to mention that no S-class pheromone in this world could compare to that of a tyrant.

Shen Zhuo turned his head to avoid the scorching kiss, unable to help wanting to curse him due to excessive embarrassment, but the words stuck in his throat when he saw Bai Sheng’s expression.

The young, handsome face that always gave a lazy and unserious impression was now unusually focused and obsessed, revealing the sharp and oppressive contours of his features.

“I love you.”

He stared into Shen Zhuo’s eyes, possibly not even aware of how he was forming the words, instinctively expressing the most intense, uncontrollable thoughts from his soul.

“I’m willing to protect you, to be controlled by you in all thoughts and actions, until the day we die.”

“……”

Shen Zhuo didn’t respond, an indescribable complexity surfacing and spreading from his heart to his tongue, paradoxically painful and tingling with soft electric warmth, pulsing with his heartbeat.

Bai Sheng picked up the small velvet box, opening it to reveal two rings nestled on the soft cushion, hanging from fine chains.

He took out the smaller ring, holding it up before Shen Zhuo’s eyes, asking, “Will you also let me become yours?”

The wood crackled in the fireplace, and the rings shimmered with a subtle warmth from being touched through countless ages.

They were so close that their breaths brushed against each other’s cheeks. The whole world shrank to this small space of their gaze, body warmth pressing together seamlessly, time flowing gently and slowly; the vast outside world, the complex disputes, and the unpredictable future all receded in this gaze, becoming quiet, insignificant, and unreachable.

A surge of unprecedented impulse made Shen Zhuo open his mouth: “I…”

Then he stopped abruptly.

Bai Sheng looked at him deeply, not releasing pheromones to oppress or induce, until Shen Zhuo raised his hand, his fingertips gently tracing the familiar face as if meticulously sketching it in his heart.

He said no more words and just leaned forward slightly, leaving a silent kiss on Bai Sheng’s lips.

Silk sheets rustled, shadows intertwined, and they lay down, mingling breaths engulfing everything. In the entanglement, Shen Zhuo’s neck felt cool as Bai Sheng fastened the chain with the ring around his neck, then bent down to kiss the spot over his heart, tender and devout.

The dual S-class pheromones surged into the brain, like countless invisible chains binding their limbs and even their souls, as the submission period was far from over.

I secretly love you just the same.

Time rose with the lingering affection, carrying their intertwined breath, witnessing the unspoken wedding vows, and drifting past the curtains towards the sky.

[End of Volume 4]

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