Chapter 1226: Millennium Year Love Story 31

Jin Chen put down the knife, turned and flung himself into Chen Zhu's arms, "Brother, you always think you're different from others, but it's actually not your problem."

Huh?

Chen Zhu didn't know how Jin Chen brought up this topic; he closed his eyes, letting him lightly kiss the corner of his eye, then gently pulled his hand to rest on his waist and abdomen, enjoying the satisfaction of being touched.

Why say that all of a sudden?

Jin Chen: "Because they're the ones who are sick."

Chen Zhu couldn't help laughing, ruffling his hair, "Just treat it as you comforting me."

Jin Chen leaned over Chen Zhu's chest, his lips brushing his neck as he spoke.

"In a few days we'll go to Jing Shi; if Brother wants to make this sign known, you can continue learning baking while undergoing treatment."

This is also a method they came up with after Brocade City communicated remotely with the psychologist.

The treatment of mental illness inevitably involves constant analysis and self-healing, perhaps also medication side effects; this process is destined to be painful.

His companionship is one thing; if Chen Zhu can devote himself to what he likes, even if there's no result in the end, the healing process is already enough.

These days Chen Zhu has already accepted leaving; moreover, with Jin Chen by his side, he hasn't had much reaction.

Chen Zhu blinked, wrapped his arms around the neck, lowered his head to respond to Jin Chen's kiss, a silent reply.

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +5, total 75!】

"Brother, I haven't finished my yogurt."

Jin Chen suddenly broke away from the deep kiss, sat up straight with a solemn expression.

Chen Zhu, dazed, let out a vague hum; the sudden loss of caresses left him feeling lost, not understanding why Jin Chen was talking about yogurt at this moment.

"Don't drink it…"

Chen Zhu pulled Jin Chen's hand, mist swirling in his eyes, "Bao Bao… I feel awful."

"I can drink it another way."

Jin Chen kissed his brows and eyes, poured the yogurt into Chen Zhu's collarbone, and it instantly flowed down.

"... Jin Chen!"

Chen Zhu's breath caught; the yogurt had just been taken from the fridge, its cold touch restoring some of his senses, so he dared not move.

But even so, it still flowed along the collarbone into the midline of his chest muscles.

"I know, Brother has a cleanliness obsession."

Jin Chen put the glass back, knelt on either side of Chen Zhu's body, leaned in with interest, and tapped his collarbone with his fingertip.

"I'll drink it cleanly."

Chen Zhu: "……"

He frowned, let out a muffled groan, and was forced to tilt his head up while clinging to Jin Chen's shoulder.

Sometimes it's really hard to tell who's crazier, him or Jin Chen…

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +10, total 85!】

——

Yesterday Li Shao's words, Jin Chen and Chen Zhu didn't take them to heart; anyway, Zhao Weifang being even more arrogant was just shouting a few thugs to block the shop entrance.

They were about to leave anyway; if a few doors were damaged, the Zhao Family would compensate.

But when he heard the roar of at least ten or more motorcycles outside the shop, Jin Chen couldn't stand it.

He irritably covered his ears, turned and buried himself in Chen Zhu's arms, "It never ends."

Recently, his coquettishness has become more frequent.

Chen Zhu found it very pleasing, unaware that besides Jin Chen's own thoughts, it was also a form of healing.

From the night they cleared up the misunderstanding and confirmed their relationship, Jin Chen had already initiated a psychological healing tailored for Chen Zhu's body.

"Brother, if I end up fighting them later, you can't stop me."

Chen Zhu laughed despite himself, pinching Jin Chen's ear, "As long as you're not hurt, how could I stop you?"

"I'll try my best."

Jin Chen nodded solemnly; as he stood up, frost appeared between his brows, a chill surfacing.

Without a thorough lesson, Zhao Weifang is like a cockroach—can't be killed and still disgusts people.

In front of the cake shop, more than ten motorcycles surrounded it, horns blaring deafeningly; this time the shopkeepers didn't dare come out to watch, instead they shut the doors tight together with the customers still inside, peeking through the windows.

"Jin Chen! Get out here, you bastard!"

Zhao Weifang's aura surged again after a long time; he grabbed swiftly, and a stone smashed toward the horn hanging at the shop entrance.

"Shameless thing, I've had enough of this broken junk."

"Brother Zhao! Rest assured, the brothers will definitely teach this beast a lesson today!"

Shunzi also changed from his usual self; perhaps because there were many people and great strength, their confidence was much greater, each person holding a large hammer.

Seeing they were still holding weapons, Chen Zhu worriedly grabbed Jin Chen's hand.

"It's fine, Brother."

Jin Chen kissed his cheek, "Trust me."

"Okay."

Chen Zhu could only let go, watching Jin Chen leave, then suddenly picked up the phone on the table, left through the warehouse side door for deliveries, and headed straight to the print shop.

Jin Chen pushed open the glass door, his eyes wandering; looking at the formation of a dozen motorcycles, I felt like I was watching a bunch of escapees from a mental asylum.

He stood straight, slightly shaking his head at the security guards preparing to rush over, indicating they didn't need to come.

Afterwards he stopped on the opposite side of the street three meters from Zhao Weifang, giving a cold snort.

"You really don't learn from your mistakes."

"Cut the crap, today I must regain face!" Zhao Weifang kicked the street trash can hard, raised his hammer, and charged.

Jin Chen glanced at the more than ten people following behind him—all unfamiliar faces; apparently they had been hastily recruited just to fill the ranks.

He stood calmly, and just as Zhao Weifang's hammer was about to fall, he swiftly lifted his leg and spun a kick, the toe striking Zhao Weifang's wrist squarely.

Zhao Weifang suddenly cried out in pain, his grip loosened and the hammer came crashing down, but Jin Chen kicked it away, and it landed on the back of Shunzi, who was shouting and trying to flee.

"Ah!"

The kick's force drove the hammer's striking point squarely into Shunzi's spine, pain making him collapse instantly and leaving him unable to get up for a while.

Zhao Weifang was startled; he didn't expect that Jin Chen, besides being a pervert, actually had some skill.

Jin Chen kicked him back, and for a moment the gang behind him brandishing hammers dared not move, cowed by his aura.

"What are you standing around for? Beat him to death!" Zhao Weifang roared.

Taking someone's money means you have to do their bidding—this rule is known to everyone on the streets.

Jin Chen, however, raised his hand to call a halt just before they charged, saying, "I know Zhao Weifang is surely paying you off."

He stood relaxed, pulling a bulging wallet from his hoodie pocket, and said, "Whatever he's paying you, I'll pay double—go beat him."

"Or we can settle now—you haven't even seen Zhao Weifang's money yet, have you?"

The thugs who had wanted to rush forward were all dumbfounded.

"This..."

Nearly ten scrawny yellow-haired thugs stared at each other; after so long as gangsters, it was the first time they'd been fought over by both sides to pay them.

Zhao Weifang panicked, shouting, "Why would you believe him?! Can he possibly have more money than I do?!"

Jin Chen leisurely opened his wallet, pulled out several stacks of cash, and said, "Three times."

The yellow-haired thugs' eyes went wide.

Zhao Weifang: "..."

Damn, this kid must be burning money for fun!