Chapter 1210: Millennium Love Story 15

Jin Chen had already put on the hand cord, a unique red rope woven around his wrist, pleasing to the eye.

But being handmade meant that what he was wearing had been woven by someone else's own hands.

Jin Chen failed to notice Chen Zhu's concern, approached to help him put it on, but Chen Zhu dodged his hand.

"I still have to make a cake; wearing this is inconvenient."

Chen Zhu took the initiative to hold Jin Chen's other hand; after hesitating and wavering, he still couldn't help asking.

"Xiao Chen, big brother has something to ask you."

Jin Chen raised an eyebrow, then sat down beside him in an obedient manner.

"Go ahead and ask."

"Are you planning to go into business, Xiao Chen?"

These past few days Jin Chen has been receiving call after call, both international and domestic; now, whenever Chen Zhu hears Jin Chen's phone ring, he starts to feel anxious, just like hearing the rumble of a large truck on the street.

Jin Chen did not deny it; he shifted his position, leaning against Chen Zhu, and said, "Yeah, the lawyer hired for the estate left behind by the old man has been appointed, and I have something I want to do."

He explained it casually, but he had no idea how painful it sounded to Chen Zhu's ears.

"Don't worry, brother; many things don't require my involvement."

Chen Zhu tugged at his lips, still feeling anxious inside.

He couldn't help but think of the worst possible outcome for anything.

What if Xiao Chen's business venture fails? Nowadays many people are in business, and the number of those who lose everything is countless.

Chen Zhu stroked Jin Chen's wrist, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

While he was lying in Chen Zhu's arms chatting, Jin Chen suddenly heard Chen Zhu shift the topic: "Even if the business fails, it's no big deal; I've saved some money here that I can give you for emergencies."

Jin Chen froze, let out an involuntary sound, full of doubt.

How did we end up talking about this?

He sat up from Chen Zhu's embrace, saying, "Brother, you have far too little faith in me," his tone accusatory.

Thus the person who was dazed switched to Chen Zhu; in fact, the moment the words slipped out, Chen Zhu realized his thinking had affected his trust in Jin Chen.

The motion of stroking the wrist suddenly stopped, as if burned, he pulled his hand back, saying, "Sorry, I…"

Before Chen Zhu could finish his apologetic words, Jin Chen lunged forward and hugged him; Chen Zhu leaned back involuntarily, and the two clung tightly.

"No need to apologize."

Jin Chen rubbed against Chen Zhu's shoulder and neck outside the collar, saying, "Brother, you always like to keep that phrase on your lips."

His tone grew more accusatory and aggrieved.

Thus Chen Zhu immediately forgot what had just happened, allowing Jin Chen to lie recklessly in his arms; the soft muscles were pressed, his arms held tight to comfort the person, unaware that he himself was the one whose ears were reddest.

Jin Chen shifted his posture to continue the embrace, recalling Chen Zhu's subconscious reaction earlier, and let out a slight sigh.

Habitual catastrophizing is a typical symptom of anxiety disorder.

These emotional disorders pile up, and one must constantly face negative public opinion while enduring the torment of skin hunger.

It's strange that Chen Zhu's blackening value isn't high.

But this also precisely indicates that Chen Zhu must have once experienced a serious accident, which the original storyline never mentioned.

Jin Chen tilted his head, his nose brushing Chen Zhu's collarbone, with a mischievous look at the patch of skin turning faintly red.

"I…"

Chen Zhu was about to explain, but Jin Chen's action made his breath hitch; after a pause he continued, "I do believe in Xiao Chen, I just always think of the worst outcome."

It took a long time to finish that sentence; Jin Chen today seemed especially interested in his neck, pressing and rubbing against it, and though Chen Zhu felt reluctant to refuse, when his Adam's apple moved, Jin Chen's fingertip pressed and then slid over it.

Having played enough, Jin Chen slowly withdrew his hand and responded to Chen Zhu.

"It's fine, brother; I know what you want to say, so even if I fail in business out there, I can still come back home to find you, right?"

His response was tender and ambiguous, yet Chen Zhu's focus was always somewhat different.

Chen Zhu, already on edge, only heard the three words "go out".

The warm, strong arms tightened around the person buried in his chest; Chen Zhu's tone suddenly turned stern, almost a whisper as he probed.

"Where are you going? Are you going to leave big brother?"

His gradually darkening, lightless eyes fixed on Jin Chen; it seemed that as soon as he got an affirmative answer from Jin Chen, his emotions would erupt and he would do something unpredictable.

"Xiao Chen, answer big brother's question."

But Jin Chen was even fiercer.

The coquettish aura faded; Jin Chen gradually became expressionless, giving a tsundere snort.

"Are you mad at me, brother?"

Having said that, he made a move to get up and leave, but as their tightly pressed chests separated, Jin Chen was pulled back into an even tighter embrace.

Chen Zhu's panic was about to overflow; after holding it in for a while, he fixed his gaze on Jin Chen's lowered brows and eyes, denying what he had just said.

"No, big brother won't be mad at you."

He too felt wronged; why does Xiao Chen always misinterpret his meaning? How can he stay stern like that?

Chen Zhu gave Jin Chen's head, resting against his chest, a light pat like a punishment, his tone dull.

"It's because I can't be without you… that I'm afraid Xiao Chen will leave this place."

"If you leave, I won't be able to find you again… what should I do?"

Jin Chen's lips curled in a smile; he lay at ease in Chen Zhu's arms, unmoving, and finally began to give him a boost of courage.

"It won't happen, brother; don't worry."

Chen Zhu: "Then you say you're going into business—how could you possibly not leave?"

I can have my subordinates handle it; after all, I'm a big boss who rarely shows his face.

Jin Chen carefully brushed the flour off Chen Zhu's arm with his fingertip, rubbing the spot, his smile growing richer.

So I won't leave here; I'm not going anywhere.

...... Really?

Jin Chen nodded, rubbing against him in his arms, "Really."

Chen Zhu then felt a little relieved.

【Detected Villain Blackening Value -10, total 82!】

This talk, which couldn't really be called an interrogation, finally ended; Chen Zhu's resentment mostly faded, he happily embraced Jin Chen, enjoying his habitual rubbing and clinging.

But Jin Chen's movements became increasingly intense.

When he raised his hand to cover the chest's arc that had been pressed last night, Jin Chen clearly felt the trembling beneath his palm, as if softness filled the clothing.

"Brother, did you put on a band-aid today?"

He asked casually, his rubbing motion unceasing, and he clearly heard Chen Zhu's uncontrollable intake of breath.

"Yes, otherwise it would rub a bit."

Perhaps because the vest's fabric was too thin last night, Jin Chen actually rubbed a spot of skin raw; this morning's congestion became worse, even protruding, so Chen Zhu could only put on a band-aid to cover it.

"Alright."

Jin Chen, after all, feared it would hurt him, or else he didn't continue.

Just as he withdrew his hand, Chen Zhu's warm palm seized his wrist, and the sound that came to his ears also carried embarrassment.

"The other side...... doesn't have a band-aid."