BDBE 2

Chapter 2: The Domineering CEO Zhou Hui (?)

The moment Shen Wanchao grabbed Zhou Mingchen by the back of the neck, the entire class gasped in unison: 

“Ha–!” 

Zhou Mingchen swatted Shen Wanchao’s hand away whit a disgusted expression: “I’ve had enough of you, don’t touch me!” 

With that, Zhou Mingchen completely disregarded that it was still morning reading time and walked out of the classroom. 

Yang Liu was startled; she stretched out her arm like a male character from a famous summer TV drama, and called out: “Zhou Mingchen!” 

She wanted to chase after him, but couldn’t ignore the students in the classroom. 

After hesitating for a moment, she went to Shen Wanchao and asked, “Shen Chao, why don’t you change seats?” 

Yang Liu felt somewhat ashamed; as a teacher, she couldn’t control her student. Zhou Mingchen’s problem was deeply rooted and couldn’t be solved overnight, but at least she should try her best to prevent him from affecting other students. 

Shen Wanchao was staring at his hand when he noticed Yang Liu’s arrival. He looked up. 

“I’m sorry, Teacher Yang, you must have a lot of trouble with Zhou Mingchen.” 

“Huh?” Yang Liu paused. “It’s…it’s alright…”

Shen Wanchao slowly clenched his right fist, his smile was warm and elegant, but it didn’t reach his eyes: 

“Zhou Mingchen caused you trouble before. I’ll discipline him properly from now on.” 

Yang Liu was bewildered: “Huh?” 

An eerie silence fell over the classroom. 

Until a “gurgle” broke the silence. 

Shen Wanchao froze, his ears started turning red. 

He really should have bought a jianbing guozi and secretly eaten it in a secluded corner. 

Just then, Fang Chi’s new deskmate, Lu Niannian, appeared like a divine intervention; she raised her hand: “Teacher Yang, Fang Chi’s stomach is growling loudly, seriously affecting my studies. I request to transfer him!” 

“Huh!?” 

Fang Chi was shocked. 

He definitely hadn’t eaten breakfast, but his stomach wasn’t growling! 

It shouldn’t be growling, right? 

Fang Chi blushed “I ate breakfast! Aunt Zhao’s janbing guozi, with five eggs!” 

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Lu Niannian’s forehead: “Teacher, Fang Chi is an idiot. If I continue to be his deskmate, I’ll definitely catch it.” 

“You’re the idiot!” 

“At least I’ve never scored 28!” 

“You…you’re awful!” 

Yang Liu, embarrassed, took a flattened bread roll from her bag and gave it to Fang Chi: “Don’t go hungry.” 

Fang Chi took a big bite of the bread roll: “Teacher Yang! Beautiful Yang! You’re so kind! This bread is so chewy!” 

Lu Niannian noticed the flaw: “You still say it wasn’t you? You’re clearly so hungry you’re talking nonsense!” 

Fang Chi: !? 

Shen Wanchao stared at the bread roll in Fang Chi’s hand for a while, then elegantly looked away. 

After this interlude, everyone believed it was Fang Chi’s stomach that had been growling. Shen Wanchao regained his composure; he slowly turned to the next page of his English book.

I’m sorry, but you’ll have to take the blame, Tony.

… 

In the top-floor office of the office building, the golden rays of the setting sun slanted in. 

The broad-shouldered, long-armed Alpha finished signing the last document, capped his gold fountain pen, and smiled slightly at his secretary: “Thank you for your hard work, get off work early.” 

The intern secretary, Han Zhen, picked up the documents on the table and glanced at his boss. 

Then, quite boldly, he complained: “Thanks to President Zhou’s recent vacation, I should be working overtime until nine o’clock today.” 

Zhou Hui choked for a moment, waved his hand, and dismissed him: “Enough with the nagging.” 

Han Zhen turned and walked out of the office indifferently. 

Zhou Hui stood up and went to the huge panoramic floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the bustling street scene of Qiongying City Center.

His tall and muscular silhouette outlined with a golden edge by the setting sun exuded an elite air. 

One couldn’t help but worry that the next second he would say some domineering CEO quote like “It’s getting cold, let Wang’s go bankrupt.” 

Fortunately, he didn’t say anything. 

Just two hours later, this elite man was completely dejected, slumped on a sofa in a private room, surrounded by a dozen overturned bottles. 

Wen Hua looked at the man with some disdain. He listened to him repeat himself for the hundred and first time tonight: 

“What do you think I should do?” 

Zhou Hui covered his eyes with the back of his hand, his cheeks slightly flushed, and continued, “He texted me ‘I’m going abroad to clear my head, don’t contact me,’ and then he really disappeared for half a month…” 

“Did you contact him?” Wen Hua asked. 

Zhou Hui lowered his hand and whispered, “Yes.” 

“I asked his parents and also called his assistant.” 

Wen Hua broke out in a slight sweat and asked again, “That’s your wife, didn’t you ask him directly?” 

Zhou Hui pursed his lips and remained silent. 

Wen Hua knew Zhou Hui was being stubborn again. He sighed while rubbing his forehead, and was about to offer some words of comfort when Zhou Hui continued, 

“The mark has disappeared.” 

Wen Hua’s heart skipped a beat, his hand holding the wine glass froze in mid-air, and all the words caught in his throat. 

Zhou Hui leaned back on the sofa, his voice became weary: “Could it be that we really can’t overcome the twenty-seven-year itch…?” 

Wen Hua’s lips twitched: “You guys have a pretty long reaction time to this itch.” 

Zhou Hui glared at him reproachfully, as if to say, “How can you still be in the mood to complain at a time like this?” 

Wen Hua pushed up his glasses and coughed. 

“I think you really went too far this time,” Wen Hua said. “You and Xiao Wan have been married for so many years, it’s impossible for you to still be as clingy as when you were dating. His career is currently on the rise, it’s normal for him to be a little busy. You should be more understanding.” 

Wen Hua frowned, “But you…” 

He paused, got up to pour Zhou Hui a glass of wine, then raised his glass to clink with his. 

“Now that Xiao Wan has gone abroad to relax, doesn’t that just prove he still cares about you? You should hurry up and just swallow your pride and coax him back.” 

Zhou Hui held his glass and lowered his eyes, seemingly pondering Wen Hua’s words. 

Wen Hua carefully observed his expression; he prayed to God that he would listen to him. 

Unexpectedly, Zhou Hui suddenly slammed his cup on the table and loudly announced, “No! Why should I always be the one to back down first? I’m an Alpha, and I have my own sense of male chauvinism too!” 

Wen Hua: “…?” 

Zhou Hui’s eyes were tinged red as he gritted his teeth and said, “Divorce, I want a divorce.”

Wen Hua was startled; he never expected to hear the word “divorce” from Zhou Hui’s mouth. 

“Are you kidding me?” he asked. 

Zhou Hui touched the spot on his neck where the mark had been removed, then slumped back onto the sofa. “He went abroad and had the mark removed. What can I do?” 

Wen Hua felt a pang of sympathy for him. 

At the same time, he wondered what Shen Wanchao meant this time. Were they really going to divorce? 

Zhou Hui waved his hand dismissively: “After the divorce, he gets all the house, car, gold, and money. I don’t want a penny. I only want my son.” 

Wen Hua rationally said, “If you give all the property to him, the child is unlikely to stay with you.” 

Zhou Hui completely ignored him, “If the son stays with me, he should at least exercise his visitation rights once a week.” 

Wen Hua sweated: “Sir, visitation rights are for visiting children, not for ex-husbands.” 

“That’s all. I’ll be going now.” 

With that, Zhou Hui grabbed his coat, his steps unsteady as he stood up. 

Then he turned to Wen Hua and instructed, “Just as I said, draft a divorce agreement for me and send it to my email on Monday.” 

Zhou Hui patted Wen Hua’s shoulder: “You’re the only one I can entrust with this; after all, you’re the only educated person in our family.” 

Wen Hua’s forehead twitched: “…” 

The door to the private room closed.

Wen Hua weakly adjusted his glasses: “Hello? Does anyone remember I’m a criminal defense lawyer?” 

Oh well, it’s still a job. Wen Hua took out his phone to assign this task to an intern at the law firm. 

Just as he was about to get up and leave, Wen Hua noticed that Zhou Hui’s phone was left on the sofa in the private room. 

He picked it up and saw that the unlocked screen displayed a chat page with Shen Wanchao. 

A sentence had been typed, but not yet sent: 

[Wife, why aren’t you home yet? Do you really want a divorce? T^T]

Wen Hua felt as if his eyes had been blinded and immediately turned the phone upside down. 

Was this really Zhou Hui? 

Although he’d had a bit too much to drink tonight, how come even his aloof, domineering CEO persona had completely vanished? 

… 

Zhou Hui stood at the club entrance. The still-cold early spring wind brushed against his face, but failed to dispel the intoxication, instead causing him to sneeze. 

Ah, was he thinking of him? 

Zhou Hui’s eyes lit up. 

He sneezed again. 

No, someone was talking about him behind his back. 

He sneezed again. 

Okay, looks like he’s catching a cold. 

Zhou Hui slumped down, and after the driver brought the car over, he dejectedly got into the car. 

Before the car started moving, Wen Hua chased after him and handed his phone back to Zhou Hui through the crack in the window. 

“Oh, thank you.” 

Only then did Zhou Hui realize he’d left his phone behind. 

Wen Hua pressed down on the car window: “My final advice is, divorce is not a game. Think carefully before you act. Also, I’m a criminal defense lawyer; divorce cases are not within my area of ​​expertise.” 

“Since you don’t care, then I’ll find someone else,” 

Zhou Hui snorted and rolled up the window. 

The car drove away, leaving only a trail of exhaust fumes. Wen Hua cursed under his breath, “I deserve it for feeling sorry for this guy.” 

Forty minutes later, Zhou Hui arrived home safely. 

As soon as he opened the door, Zhou Hui’s ears twitched; he keenly sensed the sound of water coming from the bathroom. Zhou Hui smiled as he changed his shoes, and tentatively called out, “Xiao Wan?” 

The bathroom door clicked open. 

A tall, slender Alpha emerged from the bathroom, his hair damp with moisture. The tiny droplets of water clung to his hair before dripping down. 

Zhou Hui’s smile faded when he saw it was his son: “It’s you, Xiao Chen.” 

He took off his coat, teasingly saying, “You finally know how to come home. Your father, in the prime of his life, is getting a taste of what it’s like to be an empty-nest old man.” 

Zhou Mingchen chuckled mockingly: “You thought that person came home?” 

Zhou Hui paused. 

The air suddenly became quiet. 

The living room lights were off, only the neon lights of the city outside the floor-to-ceiling windows reflected into the room, casting a shadow on Zhou Hui’s defined features. 

“‘That person’?” Zhou Hui’s irises were the color of a pitch-black abyss, shimmering with a dangerous golden light amidst the colorful, dim neon lights. “He’s your dad, watch your words.” 

Zhou Mingchen, however, seemed to have heard a joke. He scoffed “heh,” and said, “He might not even remember he’s my dad.” 

The coat he was about to hang up was now in Zhou Hui’s hand, the adult Alpha turned sideways, his eyes slightly lowered as he stared at the disobedient youth before him. 

A suppressive pheromone subtly spread. 

The surrounding air suddenly felt heavy. 

Zhou Mingchen sensed the pheromones emanating from his dad, and the unyielding suppressive force within them. His resentment grew stronger; unwilling to admit defeat, he stared directly at his father. 

Like a lion cub just learning to hunt, he tentatively revealed his claws to a mature adult. 

Upon closer look, you could see a slight tremor in his spine. 

Zhou Hui had just endured several difficult days of heightened sensitivity. His pheromones were unstable, which was why he hadn’t been able to resist using pheromone suppression. 

Shen Wanchao had always strictly forbidden him from using pheromones in front of their son, as it was uncivilized and inelegant. Educating children should be done through example and instruction, not through physical suppression. 

Zhou Hui abruptly reigned in his pheromone and walked past Zhou Mingchen. 

“Remember, you can’t just say anything like that. There won’t be a next time.” 

Only after Zhou Hui entered the room and closed the door did Zhou Mingchen finally take a step back and breathe a sigh of relief. 

He leaned against the wall, ran a hand through his half-dry hair, and cursed under his breath, “Damn it.” 

Back in his room, Zhou Hui felt wronged. He took out his phone, skillfully scrolled to Shen Wanchao’s chat window, and typed: 

[Wife, please come home soon. Our son is too big to control. I need your support T^T]

After typing this, Zhou Hui hesitated for a moment, then finally deleted all the words one by one. 

He then threw his phone onto the bed and went into the bathroom.