Hui Tian Ch46 [Volume 3]

Chapter 46

At the wedding, everyone will go to Fu Chen’s grave to play an unforgettable song.

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The LaFerrari stopped in the underground garage, the engine’s roar halting abruptly.

Bai Sheng got out, closed the door, went around to the passenger side, opened his arms, and asked devoutly, “May I have the honor of personally carrying you upstairs, Supervisor?”

Shen Zhuo had changed into home loungewear. The soft, light colors made him look like a young student, seemingly much younger than Bai Sheng. His usual austere black suit and white shirt had been soaked with tears, along with a report card where the scores were no longer legible, and a report of a 360 million fiscal deficit.

When Bai Sheng raced back from the cemetery to the Supervision Office, he arrived just as Chen Miao, overcome with guilt, resolved to hang himself. Standing on a chair, wailing as he finished the last milk tea of his life, he was eventually pulled down by Shui Ronghua after much persuasion. on the other side, everyone was solemnly lining up to sign a proposal. The main content was to cut funding from now on; the breakfast porridge in the unit cafeteria would no longer be unlimited refills. After all, 360 million—saving a penny counts.

Seeing this, Bai Sheng’s heart ached terribly. He wrote a check for two million on the spot for the cafeteria to improve everyone’s meals. Everyone was moved to tears and respectfully sent him off with the delicate, unable-to-care-for-himself Supervisor.

Fortunately, although Shen Zhuo’s brain functions were disordered, he could still recognize people and got into Bai Sheng’s car relatively quietly and cooperatively. Before leaving, Bai Sheng wrote a guarantee letter to the eyeing Shui Ronghua, signing and fingerprinting it personally, swearing absolutely not to take advantage of the Supervisor while he was under the influence of drugs, absolutely not to do anything inappropriate while helping with bathing, changing clothes, or sleeping at night. If violated, he would be treated as a scumbag, selling himself to the Shenhai Supervision Office for the rest of his life, working without pay or bonus until death.

Shen Zhuo’s tears had stopped. His side profile was clear with perfect lines, his complexion snow-white, eyelids slightly red, pondering something silently. After a while, he shook his head to indicate he didn’t want to be carried and got out of the car himself.

Bai Sheng wished he could conjure a floor scrubber to clean, sterilize, disinfect, and blow-dry every inch of ground Shen Zhuo stepped on, ensuring not a single dust particle remained, then lay a layer of cashmere carpet. Fortunately, Shen Zhuo wasn’t fragile to that extent. He walked into the elevator himself, silent all the way in Bai Sheng’s arms, like an autistic but emotionally stable life-size figurine.

Before Bai Sheng could feel relieved, the elevator reached the top floor. The moment the house door opened, Yang Xiaodao stood respectfully in the living room.

Yang Xiaodao wore a floral apron, holding a horsewhip high in his hand. On the dining table were eight dishes and one soup he had just cooked himself. He was terrified:

“Supervisor Shen… Shen!”

Chemistry 18.
Physics 29.
Math 43.

Shen Zhuo stared at him unblinkingly, his eye rims turning red rapidly. It was too late for Bai Sheng to stop it.

The next moment, rolling tears fell plop plop, quickly wetting the floor beneath his feet.

“Get out!”

Bai Sheng was scared out of his wits, kicked his son away, and hurriedly carried Shen Zhuo to the sofa to comfort and coax him in every way possible. Yang Xiaodao scrambled out, trembling as he called Shui Ronghua: “Started again! Going to dehydrate! Quick, Plan B!”

Five minutes later, an Supervision Office car roared in like lightning, rushing Plan B to downstairs of Bai Sheng’s apartment—it was Chu Yan.

Shen Zhuo was leaning on the sofa silently shedding tears, wetting a large patch on Bai Sheng’s chest. Just then, the doorbell rang ding-dong. Opening the door, Chu Yan descended like a savior goddess, holding her high school report card high with both hands. Math and Physics 150 each, Biology and Chemistry 100 each. Glittering full marks in four subjects blinded Yang Xiaodao’s titanium alloy dog eyes on the spot.

“…”

Shen Zhuo’s emotions stabilized immediately. He beckoned Chu Yan over, patted her head, and finally spoke his first sentence:

“Only you can be counted on in this family.”

“?” At this time, Chu Yan didn’t know Yang Xiaodao’s four subjects combined were lower than her one subject score, but she cooperated solemnly: “Understood.”

Bai Sheng pulled a black card from his wallet and gave it to Chu Yan, instructing solemnly, “Daughter, go stay in the presidential suite at our hotel for two days first. Find time to move back home later yourself. Oh, right, while you’re out, find a moment to sell your Dao-ge. Sell him as far away as possible.”

Yang Xiaodao: “?!”

Chu Yan held the report card high with one hand for protection and dragged the aggrieved Yang Xiaodao with the other, quickly retreating from this minefield. Before leaving, she didn’t forget to cling to the door and look back to remind: “Research Director said, remember to hydrate!”

Bai Sheng hugged Shen Zhuo and made an OK gesture.

Click, the door closed. Only Bai Sheng and Shen Zhuo remained in the house.

Bai Sheng’s chest was wet, and the S-class Wolf King’s heart was soft and mushy. He personally served a bowl of soup, hugging Shen Zhuo like holding a priceless treasure, and asked softly, “Baby, hungry? Shall I feed you?”

“…”

Shen Zhuo was silent for a moment with unclear meaning, not immediately showing resistance to this terrible way of speaking, and simply opened his mouth.

So Bai Sheng fed him soup with joy blooming in his heart, his movements careful and appropriate. After finishing two bowls of soup, he fed another bowl of vegetable porridge, peeled two large prawns by hand and watched him eat them, then shook his head and pushed away the tray, meaning the meal ended here.

Hypothalamic neurohormone disorder affects appetite. Bai Sheng didn’t mind, hugging him and asking gently, “Baby, dessert? Shall I cut a fruit cake for you?”

Shen Zhuo was silent for a moment again, still showing no resistance, seemingly acquiescing.

So Bai Sheng went to the kitchen happily to cut a small piece of pink pineapple mousse cake, specially picking out the pineapple and cutting it into a perfect heart shape, bringing it out personally and feeding Shen Zhuo spoon by spoon, watching the corners of his mouth turn slightly red from eating.

The usually cold-blooded, iron-fisted, swift-acting Grand Supervisor now nestled in his arms like a white jade thin porcelain doll. Bai Sheng’s heart beat faster, body temperature rising. He adjusted his sitting posture uncomfortably for cover. “Baby, want a bath after eating? Shall I help you?”

This time, Shen Zhuo leaned in his arms silently for a long time, not a trace of expression on his face. After a long while, he spoke hoarsely:

“…Bai Sheng.”

He’s finally willing to talk! Bai Sheng’s spirits lifted.

“I’m just sick; don’t treat me like a retard.”

Bai Sheng: “………………”

Bai Sheng immediately regained his composure, bowing his head to apologize: “Sorry, I was wrong. Please go ahead.”

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The shower sound finally stopped. Covered in cold water droplets, a bath towel around his waist, Bai Sheng stood before the bathroom mirror.

Bai Sheng was born with longer bones than others. Loving boxing and extreme sports since childhood, his body fat percentage had always been very low, and after evolution, it was strengthened to the extreme in this aspect. But his skin tone wasn’t dark, and his build wasn’t terrifyingly bulky. Dressed, he looked somewhat dashing and slender; undressed, he revealed broad, straight shoulders and powerful abs, with deep V-lines extending all the way into the bath towel wrapped around his waist.

“A man, a man about to turn 28, what’s the difference between him and a beast if he can’t control his lower body?” Bai Sheng looked down at the bath towel, coaxing earnestly, “You are an adult who has received higher education and possesses mature speculative ability. How can you allow yourself to degenerate into a beast? Isn’t mutual affection a more advanced form of romance?”

After a long silence.

“Very good.” Bai Sheng calmed down, mentally prepared, and pulled open the door confidently. “I am an adult with self-control. I can do this.”

Then he walked into the master bedroom and looked up.

Shen Zhuo had already showered and was lying on his side in the middle of the big bed, ready to sleep, half his face buried in Bai Sheng’s pillow, wearing a very ill-fitting large T-shirt, revealing slender, deep collarbones under the warm yellow light.

“…”

Bai Sheng turned around, slammed the door, rushed back to the bathroom, turned the shower to max, and stood under the pelting cold water, thinking helplessly: I am a beast! I am just a beast!! I am willing to work for free for the Shenhai Supervision Office until death!!

With a whoosh, the bathroom door was pushed open. Shen Zhuo stood there expressionlessly, beautiful eyes staring straight at Bai Sheng like black crystal shards. His calm tone sounded like an accusation, no matter how one heard it:

“Why don’t you get in bed?”

“…”

“Your bed is too big. I need a sense of security.”

Bai Sheng was like a huge male wolf with soaked fur. If he had a tail, it would definitely be tucked tight right now, thinking despairingly: Do you really need me to provide security?! Am I not the person most likely to deprive you of security in this house?! I don’t want to give you a full sense of security; I just want to give you a full load of @￥%& ah!

Bai Sheng’s heart burned with fire, all his blood rushing down, wanting to solve the problem himself, but knowing very well the long time required for manual labor, realizing it was absolutely too late. He could only stand under the rushing ice water while playing the Great Compassion Mantra on loop on his phone, broadcasting live for twenty minutes until he barely calmed down. Although still very erect, at least it wasn’t so ferocious anymore.

He turned off the shower, pushed his wet hair back forcefully with one hand, and took a deep breath.

Calling Yang Xiaodao back to knock himself out with a punch was impossible now, but fortunately, there was one last move.

Bai Sheng pulled open the door with a whoosh, strode into the master bedroom, opened the bedside drawer under Shen Zhuo’s puzzled gaze, and pulled out two pairs of cold-gleaming handcuffs.

Not those toys to add fun, but real Supervision Office handcuffs given by Chen Miao. Last time Shen Zhuo was delirious from toxin invasion, even restraints couldn’t control him; he survived several dressing changes relying on these—although recalling those three nights now, Bai Sheng couldn’t figure out how he endured it. Was it because Shen Zhuo was injured too miserably and his conscience awoke? Or was the purely physiological impulse back then much easier to control than now?

“Baby,” Bai Sheng held the two pairs of handcuffs, lay down flat, and raised his hands high. “Do me a favor.”

“?”

“Cuff me to the headboard, thanks.”

Shen Zhuo: “………………”

Although his consciousness wasn’t very clear, Shen Zhuo was too proficient in cuffing people. So the Grand Supervisor followed his deeply ingrained work instinct, clicking twice readily, cuffing Bai Sheng’s two hands separately to the brass bed frame.

The light spread evenly over Bai Sheng’s bare upper body. His arms and finger bones were very long, every inch of muscle line lean and smooth, containing latent power and beauty.

Shen Zhuo propped his chin on the pillow with one hand, looking Bai Sheng up and down for a moment. Suddenly, the corner of his beautiful lips hooked up slightly.

For a few seconds, Bai Sheng thought he saw wrong. Then Shen Zhuo lowered his head slightly, staring at him at close range, thick eyelashes almost brushing against the tip of his nose, whispering with a smile:

“You are really cute.”

Like a reward from above, Shen Zhuo lowered his eyes and leaned down.

In that instant, their bodies touched. Bai Sheng felt a very light kiss on his lips, cool and soft, separating upon touch.

Three seconds later.

CRASH!!

The headboard collapsed with a loud noise, the entire headboard slamming heavily onto the carpet. Bai Sheng rushed into the bathroom with the torn handcuffs, looking wretched with messy hair, muscles all over his body taut to the limit, blood vessels roaring.

He likes me! He just likes me!!

Fck mutual affection. I don’t care if he’s willing or not. Tonight I’ll make him cry all night! Cry until dawn!!*

Our wedding will be held around the world. Rong Qi as MC, Yue Yang at the head table, Nielsen giving a speech. After eating, everyone goes to Fu Chen’s grave to play “Unforgettable Tonight”. It’s decided!!

Bai Sheng rushed into the bedroom with an imposing manner of killing gods and demons, using his last trace of reason to pick up a thin chain from the bedside. The pair of men’s and women’s wedding rings on the pendant were already very old. Then he knelt on one knee with a thud on the collapsed bed board, voice hoarse from suppressing desire: “Baby, Honey, I bought the marital house in your name, betrothal gift of 100 million deposited in your card. Are you willing to join hands with me for this life and grow old together… Baby?”

Shen Zhuo rolled over, burrowed into Bai Sheng’s arms, murmuring: “Don’t make noise.” Then he rubbed satisfiedly against his abs, eyes closed tight, breathing evenly.

Asleep.

Bai Sheng’s hand loosened, the pair of rings falling onto the bed with a clatter.

In that instant, he felt like ten thousand arrows pierced his heart. His soul roared crazily, suffocating to the point of explosion. The only impulse was to use a blast of Causality to wipe out his own thing.

The long night passed slowly, seconds ticking by, until dawn.

Morning light permeated faintly from behind the floor-to-ceiling windows.

On the collapsed big bed, Shen Zhuo yawned longly, drilling skillfully into the crook of Bai Sheng’s arm half-asleep and half-awake, just like countless times repeated last night, wanting to bury his face in the neck hollow with the familiar scent.

The next moment, his world spun. He was heavily pressed down and pinned. Bai Sheng pressed his whole body mercilessly on him, pinching his jaw with one hand, forcing a voice through clenched teeth:

“Five times.”

Shen Zhuo was full of sleepiness under his long lashes, eyes containing a pool of water, still somewhat ignorant and innocent.

“I took five cold showers all night.” Bai Sheng stared at his unconsciously parted lips, mind filled only with the thought of making these lips emit no sound other than crying, voice hoarse to the point of distortion: “Do you know how annoying you are when sleeping at night?!”

“…”

Shen Zhuo certainly didn’t know.

Perhaps because he usually covered himself tightly, refusing to expose any skin, the Grand Supervisor underwent a 180-degree reverse transformation after being controlled by drugs. He was particularly proactive about skin contact, never leaving Bai Sheng’s arms all night, touching, rubbing, and sticking, like a precious and clingy beautiful figurine doll.

Facing such an interrogation early in the morning, the culprit was obviously very unclear-headed. Confused and pondering for a while, he suddenly felt uncomfortable @#￥*（&, so he rubbed uncomfortably.

Bai Sheng: “!!”

In an instant, it was like fireworks and silver flowers, ten thousand arrows firing at once. Bai Sheng couldn’t handle it immediately. His right hand clamped Shen Zhuo’s waist tightly to prevent escape, left hand forcibly grabbing Shen Zhuo’s wrists, painfully forcing a few words through his teeth:

“Please, help me for a little while, just a little while, I’ll take a cold shower for the rest…”

Shen Zhuo: “?”

Shen Zhuo had always been the type to raise a great white shark but refuse to feed it. Not only did he not want to help, but he also immediately showed great resistance, struggling hard to escape. In the confusion, swish, he scratched four bloody marks on Bai Sheng’s abs.

Body friction made the fire burn even hotter. Bai Sheng’s eyes were densely filled with bloodshot lines. He shouted in a low voice, “Don’t move!” Then, forcibly confining Shen Zhuo beneath him with one hand and gripping his struggling fingers with the other, he couldn’t resist impulsively biting down on the base of his neck like a male wolf confirming territory.

“—Ah!”

Shen Zhuo threw his head back in pain, emitting a short cry, a layer of mist rising rapidly in his eyes.

Bai Sheng was struck by lightning, sobering up immediately: “Don’t cry, don’t cry!”

With a clatter, Bai Sheng scrambled to turn over and pour water, ignoring his own unresolved urgency, half-kneeling on the bed hugging Shen Zhuo and comforting him softly: “It’s okay, it’s okay, let me see, does it hurt?”

It definitely hurt a bit. Shen Zhuo covered his neck tightly, refusing to let him see. Bai Sheng suppressed his anger and coaxed for a long time before getting him to loosen his hand slightly. In the deep hollow of the collarbone, the skin was broken by canine teeth, oozing a little blood, particularly striking on the semi-transparent skin.

This person’s skin was simply too thin; marks appeared with the slightest touch. Four clear blood-red finger prints were left on his thin, firm waist, predictably turning into bruises later.

“Look at you, what are you hiding for? Last night when I tried to escape the bed to sleep on the floor under your various molestations, why didn’t you hide?” Bai Sheng gasped in heartache, carefully wanting to touch, but saw the Grand Supervisor glance sideways, eyes cold and intimidating, yet floating with fragile, dripping watery light in the pupils, meaning don’t touch.

Bai Sheng raised his hands in surrender sensibly, then pointed to his own neck: “I was wrong, I won’t move. May this civilian volunteer have the honor of using medical abilities to treat Supervisor Shen’s wound, and after treatment, invite Supervisor Shen to bite me back exactly the same way as punishment?”

“…”

Shen Zhuo stared at him thoughtfully, unsure for a moment whether that was punishment or reward.

Ding-dong! Ding-dong!

Just then, the doorbell rang outside.

Bai Sheng subconsciously thought it was Yang Xiaodao coming early in the morning to inspect the filthy adults. Turning his head to look at the remote tablet by the bed, the surveillance showed the visitor outside in real-time—it was actually Chairman Bai.

Ding-dong ding-dong! Chairman Bai, carrying a thermos bucket, rang the doorbell twice more, looking up at the overhead surveillance in confusion.

In an instant, Bai Sheng remembered what he had forgotten—his uncle had an appointment to see him this morning because:

“Big nephew, heard you inexplicably fainted while working for free for the Supervision Office a couple of days ago? Fainted for 24 hours? What exactly happened? Young people can’t mess around just because they have good health. Don’t tell me you stayed up all night gaming or starved yourself! No, I have to come to your house to see!”

Bai Sheng pressed Shen Zhuo back onto the bed, making a silencing gesture: “Be good, I’m going out to see someone, guaranteed back in one minute. Lie here and wait for me, understand?”

“…”

Shen Zhuo frowned without speaking. Seeing this made Bai Sheng’s heart itch unbearably. He kissed him hard before letting go, quickly found a pair of loose sweatpants to put on for cover, and casually closed the bedroom door when leaving.

Ding-dong ding-dong ding-dong!

Chairman Bai looked down at his watch, thinking it’s been so long, still not opening the door, still sleeping? Just as he was puzzled, the door in front of him opened whoosh, revealing Bai Sheng beaming with enthusiasm:

“Yo! Uncle! So embarrassed to trouble you to bring soup over when you’re so busy. I’ll definitely treat you to dinner at the company another day. See ya!”

Chairman Bai was sharp-eyed and quick-handed, blocking the door with one foot, staring at his nephew with pupils quaking: “You got a girlfriend?!”

Bai Sheng answered smoothly: “No, where would a girlfriend come from? Someone with full marks in male virtue and self-discipline like me…” At the same time, he looked down following Chairman Bai’s trembling index finger.

Sweatpants hung low on his hips, upper body bare. The four scratch marks on his abs were not only very striking but also very fresh.

Scratched just now when Shen Zhuo struggled while his hands were gripped.

Bai Sheng was silent for a few seconds, looked up at Chairman Bai, and said solemnly: “Allergic urticaria. Early treatment, early cure. Must not hide sickness from doctors. I’m going to see a doctor this afternoon.”

“…” Chairman Bai asked incredulously: “Are you humiliating me or humiliating urticaria?!”

“Oh, Uncle.” Bai Sheng put on a ‘don’t be so serious’ face, carelessly hooking his arm around his uncle’s neck, forcing him outside the door: “Is this matter that important? Is it a problem for an adult to have some harmless little injuries? To be honest, I picked up a stray cat on the road yesterday, haven’t had time to trim its nails. I’ll bathe the kitty later and take two photos to prove it, then you’ll believe…”

Click.

The bedroom door opened.

Shen Zhuo, wearing a very ill-fitting loose T-shirt, face like ice and snow, eyelids slightly red, met the gaze of the instantly silenced Bai Sheng. The meaning in his accusation-filled eyes was obvious.

One minute is up. You should be back.

Even in such an unclear state, the Shenhai City Supervisor was astonishingly beautiful. Except for his slightly haggard face, eyelashes slightly wet as if he had just cried, and a trace of blood oozing from the teeth marks under his thin neck bone, as if he had suffered some kind of abuse.

Through the open door, one could see the master bedroom’s big bed collapsed. The brass headboard was torn apart by brute force, shockingly still dangling half a handcuff.

“…”

Dead silence.

Chairman Bai’s trembling spread from his pupils to his hands and then his whole body. In an instant, he seemed to see his own funeral, suona playing, a grand banquet, and even deciding on the style of urn for the whole family.

“You… You…”

Chairman Bai turned to his good big nephew, convulsed on the spot like a stroke victim for thirty seconds, rolled his eyes back, fell backward, and fainted with a thud.

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