Chapter 1219: Millennium Love Story 24

This… ouch, this has nothing to do with us!

The short‑haired aunt, seeing this scene, hurriedly shifted blame, saying, "This person paid us to cause trouble!"

Yeah, yeah! Look at these young, strong folks—if they don't cooperate, we'll suffer too……

They completely changed their earlier arrogant attitude, and their words now further confirmed the video's authenticity.

Damn it…

Zhao Weifang cursed under his breath, lifted his chin and shouted, "Smash this thing, beat that kid up, and I won't believe he still has evidence!"

The few loiterers hiding at the shop entrance tossed away their cigarettes and rushed over, full of bluster—they started shouting in a chaotic mess even before any punches were thrown.

This time they acted smarter, surrounding only Jin Chen to avoid being caught alone, trying to win by sheer numbers.

Hey! Why are you still hitting people?

The onlooking shop owners hurried forward to intervene, and the room descended into chaos, with shouts and curses rising and falling.

Bang bang!

Everyone heard the sound and stared in shock, turning to see several two‑meter‑tall men charging in, their fists pounding with a bang‑bang.

Holy shit…

Shunzi was stunned, knocked down by Jin Chen's punch and unable to get up for a while, he exclaimed, "Are these guys specifically in charge of the cake shop or something!"

"Boss Jin, do you need us to step in?"

The leading muscular man spoke in a low, resonant voice, looking at Zhao Weifang and his crew with contempt and mockery, as if they were ants he could easily crush.

"Throw them out."

Jin Chen sensed that Chen Zhu's mood was off, tightened his grip on the hand beside him, and his voice sank cold.

The shop owners watching inside hurriedly stepped back, fearing collateral damage—none of them could withstand a single punch from those guys!

They crowded outside to watch, occasionally grimacing, sighing, and shaking their heads.

"Serves them right," someone said. "These hooligans are really annoying—if it weren't for the Zhao family collecting rent… I'd have wanted to beat them up ages ago!"

"Exactly! They don't nap at noon, just zoom around on their motorbikes—so annoying!"

But while they complained, they still couldn't bear to watch those people be beaten to death; fortunately, the muscular men knew their limits, stopped after a rough beating, and threw them all out.

Li Shao panicked to the extreme, wanting to grab Jin Chen's arm again to beg for mercy, but Chen Zhu slapped his hand away.

"You!" Li Shao stared at Chen Zhu, his eyes flickering as he saw Zhao Weifang already thrown out, and he hurriedly pleaded.

"Older Brother Chen… I really didn't mean to—if I hadn't helped him, I wouldn't have been okay these past two months……

"Jin Chen… want to settle this with me? Aren't we friends?"

Jin Chen had just turned when Chen Zhu grabbed his hand, and he heard a muffled voice in his ear.

"I'm feeling a bit unwell…… Bao Bao, let's go home."

Since Jin Chen arrived in town, Chen Zhu has always seemed completely at ease—not only taking good care of him, but also being generous and proper in social situations when they don't touch on outside matters.

Except when he's ill, such a fragile expression is rare; seeing it made Jin Chen's heart soften, and he pulled the person close.

"Alright, let's go home, brother—don't worry about them."

"Jin…"

Li Shao was about to say more when they noticed a lone burly man and threw him out as well.

He's all soft skin and tender flesh—how could he withstand a fall? His back slammed onto the scorching street, and he screamed in pain; if Zhao Weifang hadn't lent a hand, he could barely have gotten up.

"What do we do… what do we do, Weifang?" Li Shao changed his tune from earlier, looking blankly at Zhao Weifang with tears welling up.

"If Jin Chen blows this up…… he's from Jing Shi—if my school and family find out, I'm doomed."

"It's fine! Why are you crying like a sissy? I'll get my mom to settle it."

Zhao Weifang dragged him away, stared fiercely at the red sign.

After dealing with the hooligans, the bodyguards also drove away the others still loitering at the shop entrance, their attitude much improved.

After all, they're paid well above the town average, so the bodyguards carry out their duties without complaint.

Jin Chen had them clean up the broken glass, then took Chen Zhu back to the rear room first.

Just as the door closed, Jin Chen clearly heard Chen Zhu's relaxed exhale.

【Detected Villain Blackening Value -5, total now 62!】

"Brother shouldn't have gone out."

Jin Chen spoke with heartache, the back of his hand brushing Chen Zhu's cheek, "Obviously you hate crowded places."

The lingering scent of strangers seemed not yet faded; Chen Zhu couldn't help but embrace Jin Chen, inhaling his unique sandalwood, and his trembling body eased a little.

He wanted to say that this serious situation wasn't because of the crowd, but because of the shattered glass and blood…… so much blood.

But Chen Zhu couldn't utter a word now, his fragile, sensitive expression tight; he even began to feel ringing in his ears and dizziness, only relaxing a bit under Jin Chen's gentle stroking—and even that was slight.

This isn't right; even if Jin Chen tried not to notice, it would be hard.

"Brother Chen Zhu, look at me."

He cupped Chen Zhu's face, foreheads touching, "This place is safe, don't be afraid."

Chen Zhu sensed Jin Chen's warmth, slowly regulating his chaotic breathing, yet his gaze remained unfocused.

He mumbled something in his mouth; Jin Chen leaned in to listen, but it was just fragmented delirium, as if trapped in a nightmare.

Jin Chen's inner panic grew heavier.

Suddenly, he thought of a better method than comfort.

"Brother, my hand hurts."

Jin Chen rubbed against Chen Zhu's shoulder, his voice low and hoarse, "They hit hard—I think I'm injured."

Chen Zhu heard Jin Chen's coaxing, forced himself to stay calm, and instinctively patted the back of the person in his arms.

"Injured…"

He finally found his voice again, hoarse and broken, "Don't get hurt…"

Chen Zhu's eyes were red as he reached for Jin Chen's arm, "Let brother see, where does it hurt."

Jin Chen barely relaxed his breath, extending the arm that had just been knocked against the cabinet door—only a small bruise.

"It's fine, I'm fine."

Chen Zhu still pulled Jin Chen to sit down, stubborn and insistent, insisting on applying medicinal alcohol to him.

Jin Chen clung to Chen Zhu, forehead against his neck, not daring to loosen his grip even a bit.

"Brother, what just happened?"

The hand holding the cotton swab froze; Chen Zhu instinctively looked at Jin Chen's eyes, then slowly lowered it, the redness in his eyes not yet faded.

"Do you believe what they say?"

"I don't believe it."

Jin Chen without hesitation turned his head and kissed his collarbone, "I only trust you."

Chen Zhu tugged at the corner of his mouth, a smile finally appearing in his eyes, he embraced Jin Chen's shoulders, leaning on each other.

Again and again they tested, and again and again they got what they wanted.

His voice was very soft as he told Jin Chen the truth of the matter.

"Before, Zhaolong came to the shop to buy cake, coming often enough that sometimes when they met they could chat a couple of sentences, until half a year ago…"