Saving the overbearing CEO

Chapter 183: Second World: Always Lock The Door

The magnificent lavish main hall famous for it's unparalleled beauty that survived for six centuries was all destroyed in one night and Emperor Zhao was not pleased about it. To top it all off the Marshal and that unfillial son of his escaped unscathed. His main hall suffered great losses all for nothing and Prince Yao wasn't even apologetic exiting the main hall after turning of the drone.

Livid, Emperor Zhao followed after this young man who was issuing out orders to his men with no care in the world. "Lin Yao! You took things too far. Why did you have to destroy my entire main hall? To top it all off you didn't even succeed so what was the fuckin point!" bellowed the emperor fuming like a raging bull his veins bursting in anger.

Prince Yao unhurriedly turned to face him his expression unfeeling at all. "Tsk, tsk....Emperor Zhao desperate times call for desperate measures. Don't you know? How can you achieve success if you are unwilling to suffer losses. Now be obedient and go back to your play room and show off all your flashy toys to my father and wait for me to deliver on my promise," said Prince Yao with a condescending tone before exiting the room.

Emperor Zhao wanted to retort but found that he couldn't speak his anger stuck in his throat. He was about to exit the room when Emperor Lin suddenly asked an unrelated question. "Emperor Zhao how does your omega son have a mecha?"

Emperor Zhao was startled by this line of questioning that had a hint of inculpatory. He could clearly sense the other party's hidden meaning. Whether he knew or not why his omega son had a mecha and could use firearms he would either way come off as an alpha who couldn't manage his household stinging his pride. But based on Emperor Zhao's character he wasn't one to take things lying down so he said, "You are the one to talk. Your son runs the show like his the fuckin emperor. So don't you fuckin lecture me."

Emperor Lin didn't really have much to say following behind silently. His son was crazy but at least Lin Yao still respected him enough to not conspire aganist him.

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While Emperor Zhao was going to interrogated the cloaked man over how he didn't report to him about Zhao Xieshu's odd behavior Wen Qinxi was being carefully examined by a physician in Night Scourge warship. Under Qie Ranzhe's urging, Wen Qinxi had to undergo a full body check up and also checking the health of the baby. After everything was determined to be normal, the physician left this picture perfect family to themselves. Qie Ranzhe was excitedly rubbing Zhao Xieshu's belly with a genuine smile in his eyes expressing his joy but Wen Qinxi felt somewhat awkward letting him do as he pleased.

"Will you stop? This isn't the time to be belly rubbing when we have a war to fight," said Wen Qinxi running his fingers through Qie Ranzhe's hair whose head was sticking close to his belly as though listening to something. "You won't hear anything apart from my tummy digesting. The kid is like the size of pin so how can it make a sound?" he continued to say unable to complete Qie Ranzhe's thought process.

Qie Ranzhe finally raised his head staring at the omega with sparkly eyes and an unmistakably foolish grin. "Baby, I think his lonely in the there. How about we give him a companion?" said the all so cunning Marshal climbing on top of Zhao Xieshu looking like a predator ready to strike. He slid his hand under Zhao Xieshu's shirt clearly expressing his intentions his palm rubbing aganist the omega's warm skin that was hot to the touch.

Wen Qinxi slightly shivered at his touch thinking, 'this man is a sex addict,' but in actuality he wasn't fairing an better with his member already enthusiastically twitching in anticipation.

"Ran-ge, that's not how it works.....ah....stop.....we have to go," protested Wen Qinxi moving up in an attempt to flee but Qie Ranzhe grabbed his thighs and dragged him back under before kissing him fervently. Qie Ranzhe wasn't polite about it biting and sucking on his lips punishing him for eating other people's things at the banquet.

He only let go after venting all his frustrations asking, "Do you know what you did wrong."

'This question again?' thought Wen Qinxi recalling the first world where this question landed him in a blood contract. "Why are so petty? You know I like eating spicy food so how could I resist that temptation?" said Wen Qinxi feeling wronged. He was sacrificing a lot but couldn't even eat what he liked.

"Fine, you can eat that but I don't like it when you eat other people's things and I don't like it when people look at you," said Qie Ranzhe his head buried in Zhao Xieshu's chest hiding his indignant expression.

Wen Qinxi naturally understood Qie Ranzhe's tendencies of constantly eating vinegar for any living thing that came close to him which was something he couldn't fix over night so he could only speak words of comfort.

"Do you hear my heart beat?" asked Wen Qinxi turning the Marshal's head to the side so his ear could listen, "As long as its beating just know it beating for you and no one else. So they can look but my sight would always land on you." These words weren't spoken out of flattery or for the purpose of winning this world but were Wen Qinxi's true feelings spoken sincerely.

Qie Ranzhe was surely appeased by these words and was about to rip off Zhao Xieshu's clothes and leave his marks once more but the door suddenly opened with Machu walking in on such a striking scene.

"Seriously? Don't you two know how to lock the door or at least put don't disturb sign?" said Machu before shutting the door once more. This is to say the Marshal wasn't going to get laid because he didn't lock the door.

"Ran-ge, get off. The party is cancelled," said Wen Qinxi gently pushing the Marshal off. Qie Ranzhe didn't protest physically only verbally voicing his grievances.

"Baby come on. I will lock the door this time. I promise I will be quick," tugging at his sleeve while staring at him with armatory filled eyes.

Wen Qinxi finished buttoning up his white shirt before standing up to put on his formal jacket saying, "Ha! You don't know the definition of quick. Quick to you is forty-five minutes to an hour." Wen Qinxi reached out to fix the Marshal's tie as he continued to say, "So you can look at me like that all you want but it's not going to work. Now be good and I will reward you later."