Chapter 1175: Little Angel and the Psycho 17

Because Jin Zhiyan was unexpectedly injured, the postponed ordinary dinner and Fu Suhua's birthday celebration collided, and they happened to be arranged to be held together.

And Jin Chen, who had early agreed to attend, had already prepared a great gift.

He still wore his usual black suit, gloomy and deep, appearing in a wheelchair, like the eternal ice of a cold pool.

But unlike before, he had a handsome young man in his arms.

This naturally attracted many gazes.

Some who heard the rumors thought Jin Chen keeping a lover was just gossip; after all these years, the ones who had stayed longest by his side were merely the butler and assistant, while other flirtatious companions might not even survive.

Unexpectedly, such a lover actually existed.

But… this handsome lover looked somewhat familiar.

The guests who had just seen the future young madam of the Jin family thought it over, and when Luo Rui'an and Jin Zhiyan came downstairs they suddenly realized, sparking another round of whispered chatter.

"This… this Second Master Jin's lover, how could he look so much like Jin Zhiyan's partner?! Could my eyes be playing tricks?"

"It's not your problem… they really do look alike, aside from their distinctive hair colors… hiss, could they be brothers?!"

As soon as those words were spoken, the several people chatting fell silent at once, not daring to discuss others' private affairs.

Upon arriving at the banquet hall, Jin Xiangming and the old lady Fu Suhua were equally surprised; they stopped Luo Rui'an and pulled him to the adjacent open-air balcony.

"Why does your lover look so much like Jin Chen's?" Fu Suhua asked.

Luo Rui'an was very unwilling to admit, stiffly explaining, "He and I are brothers."

Jin Xiangming startled, immediately probed: "Then does he also have the special ability you have?"

"He doesn't."

Luo Rui'an curled his lip in a cold smile, "He's a good-for-nothing."

"Then that's good..." Jin Xiangming finally relaxed, putting on a parental front in front of Luo Rui'an, though his rejection of this brother was obvious.

"Since that's the case, can you control your brother?"

Luo Rui'an: "Tried, useless."

He impatiently pushed Jin Xiangming away, his tone irritable, "Stop bringing him up in front of me; you're also quite annoying."

Having said that, he left the balcony to go play with Jin Zhiyan.

Jin Xiangming flung his hand in anger, "Mom, look! Look at who Zhiyan has found!"

Fu Suhua sighed, "Forget it… he hasn't helped our family earn tens of millions lately, just bear with it."

"I think… this kid, and also Jin Chen's lover, don't seem like ordinary humans."

"We still need to think of a way to keep this money-making tree."

The guests in the banquet hall had already gathered; as the hosts and today's birthday star, they needed to appear promptly.

When Fu Suhua saw Jin Chen, she completely changed her earlier stern demeanor, putting on a false smile to greet him.

"Look at you, you have someone you like but you didn't even bring them for Mom to see."

"You just saw him earlier, where is he? You should also bring him over so Mom can get a good look."

Putting on the act of filial piety toward his mother-in-law, previously he had endured hardship, waiting for a chance to take revenge, but Jin Chen couldn't be bothered to perform.

He lazily lifted his eyes, his gaze toward Fu Suhua dark with mockery, "Didn't you already know when he arrived?"

"What are you pretending here for?"

"Old witch."

Fu Suhua: "……"

She choked, nearly rendered speechless by the retort.

Inside she felt both startled and doubtful, not knowing what was up with Jin Chen today.

In the past, no matter how ugly the scene got, at least he would put on a show of surface propriety.

The gazes of the surrounding guests made it even harder for Fu Suhua to save face.

Her nails dug into her fingertips, Fu Suhua kept her smile, wrinkles stacking at the corners of her eyes, "Fine, fine, fine, you're in a bad mood today, Mom won't press on your sore spot."

The guests engaged in heated conversation, wine cups clinked in the banquet hall; amidst the liveliness, Jin Chen alone went to the side gate of the old residence in the front courtyard.

The servant who followed opened the door, bowed to usher Jin Chen in, then closed and locked the door, standing guard beside it.

Inside the room were actually several of Jin Xiangming's paternal cousins, along with their children.

The difference was that some were seated, some knelt, and black-clad bodyguards held their guns aloft, ready to fire at any moment.

As Jin Chen entered, the seated Jin relatives greeted him with smiles.

"I knew you would come now."

Jin Chen gave a perfunctory hum, scanning those kneeling on the floor, "More than I imagined……"

He suddenly grew excited, grabbed a bottle of alcohol from the tea table and flung it at them, his tone dark and heavy.

"To willingly kneel here, not wanting to betray Fu Suhua and her good son."

"When did the Jin clan become this loyal?"

The middle-aged man leading those kneeling shouted angrily, "That's my paternal aunt and brother; are our Jin family affairs still to be meddled in by a villain like you?"

"Your mother is a nobody, and along with you your son is also a madman…… ah ah ah ah!!"

He stared furiously, his hand hanging at his side pressed by Jin Chen onto glass shards, the hard toe of his leather shoe grinding it a few times.

Flesh blurred, skin split open.

Jin Chen lowered his brows and eyes, leaning languidly against the wheelchair, a smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Who allowed you to speak, your mouth stinks."

The man's wife behind him struggled to pry open Jin Chen's foot, but was shoved back by the bodyguard's gun barrel.

Jin Chen glanced, saw the man weakened to the point of being unable to struggle, then boredly withdrew his foot, his eyes dark with interest.

"If you had followed me, you could have shared some wealth and property later; now you can't even save your life—what's the point?"

He showed off a bit like that, and the few people sitting behind also felt a little uneasy.

Firstly, they were glad they had made the right choice; secondly, they were even more wary of Jin Chen, fearing that the Jin family had already secretly changed hands.

The seated little girl suddenly tugged at her father's clothes, her voice very soft, "Dad… just now Young Uncle Jin used… his foot."

Although her voice was soft, the room was so quiet that everyone who heard it was astonished.

Jin Chen gave a low chuckle, turned his head and glanced, "Who's so clever, I heard that."

The little girl's face turned pale, she clutched her skirt and slowly stood up; she was only fifteen, yet she had already heard quite a bit about this young uncle's deeds.

It's me… Young Uncle Jin is good.

Jin Chen gestured to his assistant behind him, pulled out a check and gave it to her, "Reward pocket money."

Finally, someone noticed.

Otherwise, who was he putting on a show for! A room full of blind people.

Jin Chen felt uneasy in his heart.

The little girl dazedly took the check with all those zeros, hesitated and looked at her father; her father smiled, thanked Jin Chen, and silently accepted the check.

Since we're picking sides, we need to show our stance.

Jin Chen was basically telling them, both openly and secretly, that they had chosen correctly, and there would be plenty of wealth and honor ahead.