Chapter 45: That wasn't torture, but a plea for help. Remember... As

soon as Yan Jiu got into trouble, Lingyue Group immediately offered a staggeringly high reward.

Yan Jiu had always acted arrogantly, relying on his prominent family background to bully men and women, and he had probably made countless enemies. If we were to ask who had the most motive to attack him, Chen Huixing would be one of the freshest suspects.

Word of his feud with Yan Jiu had circulated that day, but Chen Huixing had fought tooth and nail for his wife, and since then, few people had mentioned it, the news was quickly suppressed.

Unlike the rumors outside,

at least at this moment, the Shen family was peaceful.

The table was filled with the aroma of rice. Zhizhi's small hands clumsily grasped the chopsticks, and after several attempts, the rice grains slipped from the tips. She pouted in grievance, her watery eyes immediately turning to Chen Huixing.

This was all Chen Huixing's doing.

Since childhood, Zhizhi had been cradled in Chen Huixing's arms, fed spoonful by spoonful, from rice porridge to regular meals.

Pei Jiqing's brows furrowed so tightly they could kill a mosquito, and he cast a warning glance at Chen Huixing.

Chen Huixing casually placed a piece of the tenderest fish belly in Zhizhi's bowl, completely ignoring the scorching gaze from the other side. He turned to Sister Zhang and said, "Get Zhizhi a spoon. I'll feed her."

Zhizhi refused to use her chopsticks, her plump little feet waving happily under the chair.

On the TV screen, the news anchor reported in clear voices the wrath of Lingyue's executives and Yan Jiu's miserable condition.

Pei Jiqing looked up at Chen Huixing and said, "Fifty million? That's a lot of money. Are you sure your people are flawless?"

Chen Huixing said, "I asked someone to borrow some death row prisoners to use."

His tone was as casual as if he were discussing tomorrow's weather.

Pei Jiqing began by saying, "Do you remember the year of the military corruption case? You even investigated me, and what are you talking about... If you are protecting your own people, how can you have the right to sit in this seat?" Chen

Huixing raised his chin slightly, and the servants quietly left the restaurant.

The halo of the crystal chandelier made his expression even more gloomy.

"You were the one who made me angry first." He spoke to Pei Jiqing, but his hands were extremely gentle. A wet tissue carefully wiped Zhizhi's fingers. The little girl wiggled her feet, completely unaware of the stagnant air on the table, and obediently opened her mouth to swallow the rice her father fed her.

The silver spoon collided with the porcelain bowl, making a crisp sound, which was the only sound in the silent restaurant.

Chen Huixing lowered his eyes to look at his daughter's bulging cheeks, and a curve appeared at the corner of his lips. Zhizhi raised her little face and smiled at Pei Jiqing, with a grain of rice on the corner of her mouth, innocent and cute.

"The president of the Supervisory Association is coming to dinner in a few days. You should prepare in advance."

Pei Jiqing sarcastically asked, "What are you planning to give this time? Money? Or people?"

Chen Huixing spent vast sums annually to bribe the Supervisory Association, simply to escape scrutiny.

"Chen Huixing, you should really look back at your former self. Don't you find all those high-sounding words you said to me back then ridiculous now?"

Pei Jiqing had only learned two years ago that Chen Huixing had secretly removed the biological restraint ring implanted in his body since childhood. The electronic shackles, which should have been embedded in his flesh, had been removed silently, as if he were casually removing a piece of jewelry he disliked.

The news was so sudden that Pei Jiqing was stunned. Chen Huixing had once stood in a military tribunal wearing the restraint ring and solemnly sworn in. Now, this man had broken the shackles placed on his neck by the United Nations.

Chen Huixing had once mocked Ying Chen for his lawlessness, saying that such people would eventually fall. Now he was the one who broke the rules the most. What kind of a deal?

The S-class electronic shackles that symbolized the restraint of the Supervisory Office were discarded by him like trash.

What was even more ironic was that Chen Huixing had once ridiculed Ying Chen in front of Pei Jiqing, saying that the guy was arrogant and scornful of the rules, and would eventually suffer the consequences.

So what about Chen Huixing who was now outside the rules?

Xu Ze had followed Chen Huixing for more than eight years and was well-known for his stability and reliability. When he proposed to resign two years ago, the last person he met was Pei Jiqing.

He said to Pei Jiqing: "The commander has strayed further and further from our original ideals, and I can no longer see through him."

Pei Jiqing knew that this was an old minister and was completely disheartened.

Before leaving, Xu Ze advised Pei Jiqing: "Leave him."

Pei Jiqing smiled bitterly: "Do you think I don't want to leave?"

Xu Ze opened his mouth but said nothing.

Now Shen Huixing has finally embarked on the old path of that S-class Alpha. I heard that the former head of the Ying Group insisted on not taking medication, and ultimately, unable to endure the mental torture, he stabbed himself through his gland with a knife, dying a miserable death, leaving behind a precarious Ying Group and his own Omega.

Chen Huixing gently picked up his daughter, stroked the top of her soft hair, and then called the nanny to take her upstairs. He waited until the footsteps faded around the corner of the stairs before turning and gazing gravely at Pei Jiqing.

"What are you looking at?" A hint of sarcasm curled up his lips. "Looking at that foolish me back then, the one you played around with?"

Pei Jiqing sneered, "Didn't you marry me for your career? If you didn't have a highly compatible Omega back then, would the Military Alliance dare to use you? Chen Huixing, don't think you're so innocent."

Chen Huixing's eyes darkened. "Yes! I did it for my career."

He suddenly took a step closer. "What about you?"

"Me?" Pei Jiqing looked up and met his gaze. "I married you out of vanity. We both wanted what we wanted, so why are you the only one acting like a victim? As if everything is my fault?" Chen

Huixing's voice was filled with suppressed anger. "Vanity, you say? Isn't the money, power, and status I've given you enough? What exactly do you want to satisfy you?"

Pei Jiqing retorted, "Executive Shen is now on top of his game. He's finally got what he wanted, so why are you still holding me back?"

As soon as he finished speaking, they both fell silent.

What exactly is he dissatisfied with? They had tortured each other for years, but neither of them got what they really wanted.

No matter how much one gave, it would not be in return for sincerity; no

matter how far the other ran, he could not get rid of the shackles. Every word was like a knife, cutting the past into blood.

Chen Huixing's voice was as cold as ice: "Pei Jiqing, you are making excuses. It was obviously you who lied from the beginning, and I was deceived by you."

Pei Jiqing stood up, feeling exhausted.

They had stabbed each other enough times over the years, and every bad word was like a blunt knife cutting flesh, painful but not fatal.

He turned to leave, but was grabbed by the wrist by Chen Huixing.

"Whether you believe it or not, I can control myself!" Chen Huixing's fingers tightened, the force almost crushing his wrist bones, "Without high adaptability, I can also..."

Pei Jiqing looked at his red eyes, and suddenly saw the news that Ying Chen died suddenly in prison.

S-level Alpha, is it the most generous gift from the Creator, or the most vicious curse? They possess mental strength and physical fitness that are beyond the reach of ordinary people. They look down on all living beings like gods, but they are given a heart made of stone, which is hard and cold and can never be warmed up.

Their superior genetic advantage was a double-edged sword, slicing the path to power while shattering even the most basic human warmth.

They stood at the pinnacle of evolution, yet they became the loneliest species, powerful enough to destroy everything, yet so fragile that even the most basic emotional needs seemed impossible.

"Have you ever looked in the mirror?" Pei Jiqing asked. "Look at you now, paranoid and gloomy, it's terrifying."

"What about those five years?" Chen Huixing suddenly raised her voice. "There were no pheromones back then, and I was still able to control myself!"

Pei Jiqing was stunned. How could he know what had happened?

There were clearly no pheromones either.

Was it false love that played a role during those five years, or was it simply physical intimacy that maintained the balance?

Frequent sex continued even to this day.

What was it?

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. The answer was there, yet he dared not dwell on it.

Pei Jiqing never saw that 90% compatible Omega again. In fact, if Chen Huixing was willing to meet him once, perhaps he would be able to discover some clues, but Chen Huixing never gave Pei Jiqing this opportunity. He just wanted to keep Pei Jiqing trapped by his side, wasting time day after day.

In the first two years, Pei Jiqing would stare at the ceiling late at night, imagining that one morning when he woke up, Chen Huixing would suddenly get tired of this torture and finally let him go free.

But one year, two years passed, and their child grew from a wrinkled baby in a swaddling cloth to a wobbly baby learning to walk, from a vague babbling sound to being able to clearly call out "Dad" and "Father".

The passage of time crushed Pei Jiqing's faint expectations.

"Chen Huixing, what do you want?" Finally one day, Pei Jiqing asked with red eyes, "Can you stop torturing me?" Chen Huixing

just looked at him silently, with a complicated look in his eyes, as silent as a deep pool, and as distant as across thousands of mountains and rivers.

For a moment, Pei Jiqing even felt absurdly that it was not torturing him, but asking for help from him.

Begging him, begging him for what?

Pei Jiqing ruthlessly extinguished this thought as soon as it emerged.

The person in front of him was Chen Huixing, the always arrogant Chen Huixing, how could he bow his head and ask for help from anyone?

"Pei Jiqing, forget it..." Chen Huixing finally uttered these few words.

In the past four years, they were like two trapped beasts, biting each other every day and night.

Pei Jiqing deliberately ignored him as air, provoking him with the most harsh words and actions, but in return, he always received stronger suppression and more persistent entanglement from Chen Huixing.

Sometimes Pei Jiqing would suddenly feel dazed after a fierce confrontation, wondering if they were hurting each other, or using this method to prove that they would never stop fighting and no one would think of escaping first.

Pei Jiqing no longer did those trivial things like serving tea and water in social events. He just sat quietly beside Shen Huixing as a decoration, listening to some insignificant nonsense.

As the wine flowed, the president of the association across from them suddenly put down his glass and asked meaningfully, "My Lord and Madam, do you still remember Wei Ji of Qingyu Technology, who escaped from the Asian Union a few years ago?"

Pei Jiqing looked up at the smiling president across from him, and Chen Huixing, for once, didn't interrupt this dangerous conversation.

"He's now changed his nationality and is doing quite well in the European Union..."