Chapter 1452: Little Jin Dragon and the Guardian Phoenix 05

Chang Li: "This is my... distant relative cousin; you can just call him Jin Chen. I brought him in to play."

Jin Chen: "……"

What.

I'm asking what you're saying!

Who is your distant relative! Who is your cousin!

【Unfortunate host without a title.】 Ling Gun Gun sighed, but however you hear it, it carries a hint of schadenfreude.

The front desk attendant suddenly realized, "Oh, I see. Then I'll get this... young master a cup of milk tea."

He looks young, yet he deliberately puts on a mature, cool vibe.

Jin Chen clenched his fists! Creak—creak!

Chang Li felt a sudden chill behind his back for no reason.

He pulled Jin Chen into the studio quickly, leaving the gossipy front desk, saying, "You go in and rest first; I have a meeting to hold."

Oh.

Anyway, I'm just a distant relative; it doesn't matter at all.

Smack!

A loud door slam.

The studio staff all took a deep breath, then went to check Chang Li's expression.

Chang Li silently touched the tip of his nose, feeling a bit guilty.

It was truly a subconscious answer; after all, Jin Chen's identity is truly special—I can't exactly tell others he's been an egg I've incubated with him since childhood.

Forget it, I'll coax him later.

Chang Li fumed inwardly, thinking Jin Long is just more immature than Phoenix; when he first transformed a thousand years ago, he wasn't nearly as immature as Jin Chen.

In the lounge.

Jin Chen's expression returned to normal; he stuffed the balloon underneath the sofa, hidden, and only felt reassured after confirming the entrance spot couldn't be seen.

Today it probably won't be useful, but this kind of balloon filled with foul-smelling gas can be left for many days.

【Host, what are you trying to do?】 Ling Gun Gun can barely keep up with the host's train of thought in this world.

【Fight poison with poison.】

Jin Chen gave a short reply, having no interest in the pile of documents and design drafts on the table; after a quick glance, he lay down to sleep.

Just after transforming is when he's prone to sleepiness.

At least that's what Jin Chen believes—if you can't wake up, you simply can't wake up.

Jin Chen lay on the sofa, suddenly feeling a bit hot, completely unaware that the sofa fabric beneath him was already giving off a scorched smell.

——

Just after finishing the meeting, Ning Ze entered the studio with his lunch box; the front desk and assistant were already very familiar with the boss's friend, so they didn't even think to stop him.

I knew you'd forget to eat again, workaholic Mr.

Ning Ze set the lunch box on the conference table, waved at the staff leaving the meeting room, then nonchalantly smiled at Chang Li and said, "Since I happened to pass by, you don't need to thank me."

Fine.

Chang Li tapped the table with a finger, smiling, no longer stern with the staff, and said lightly, "You don't need to think hard to know you're here to deliver the design drafts."

Hey, you really saw through me.

Ning Ze then took out the design draft from his briefcase and handed it over, saying, "The big boss needs it urgently; I pulled an all-nighter to finish it, so please take a look."

Ning Ze's design skills aren't top-tier in the industry, but he has his own spiritual flair, which Chang Li has always appreciated, hence their long-term cooperation.

Of course I trust your skills.

Chang Li organized the design drafts, a faint smile appearing, and said, "But today you can skip the meal—I'm taking someone out to eat."

"Yo, who is it?" Ning Ze took a sip of his tea, offhandedly asking, "You haven't fallen in love, have you, boss?"

This time Chang Li didn't mention the distant relative again.

A certain dragon really holds grudges, making him hard to placate.

What? You're overthinking it.

Chang Li opened the lounge's main door; Ning Ze followed closely behind and saw Jin Chen curled up on the sofa asleep, the room temperature very… high.

"Is the air conditioner set to heat?" Ning Ze wondered, glancing at the AC, then wiped away the sweat that suddenly appeared.

Chang Li: ……

He felt Jin Chen's sleepy state was a bit off.

Yesterday, when I made him food at home—just ten or so minutes—by the time I came out of the kitchen, Jin Chen was already asleep, likewise causing the surrounding temperature to rise quickly.

Chang Li subtly suppressed the heat source in the room, then gently tapped his shoulder to wake Jin Chen.

Jin Chen fluttered his eyelids, turned over, and wrapped his arms around Chang Li's waist, then stayed still.

Chang Li found this leaning-over posture a bit uncomfortable; he helplessly pushed Jin Chen's hand away and said, "Let's nap later; first I'll take you out to eat."

Who is he?

Jin Chen still hadn't opened his eyes, yet he accurately lifted his hand to point at Ning Ze standing at the doorway, his tone drowsy and low like a petulant teenager.

Ning Ze cleared the darkness from his eyes, then politely smiled upon entering and said, "Hello, little cousin; I'm a friend of A Li."

Quite a clear distinction between closeness and distance.

Jin Chen smirked inwardly, then suddenly turned and buried his face in the sofa back, a long blanket covering his head, muttering, "Annoying—who said you're my cousin? Get out."

This…

Ning Ze was genuinely surprised.

Chang Li's cousin is nothing like his temperament—he's practically explosive.

"Sorry, Jin Chen doesn't like being called that." Changli said this to Ningze, but didn't have time to look at him, just tugged at the blanket covering Jin Chen's head.

"Are you feverish?"

The two sentences were only two seconds apart, but the concern and familiarity in the tone showed a clear difference.

Jin Chen finally lifted the blanket, his head almost steaming, he pressed Changli's icy cold hand against his face, his voice hoarse.

"I'm about to be cooked."

The scorching heat made Changli's hand jerk.

He was surprised and touched Jin Chen's forehead again; the temperature was even higher.

According to reason, the brocade dragon can control its body temperature; only rarely does it lose control.

Unfortunately, as a phoenix, Changli also doesn't know what's wrong with Jin Chen.

【My goodness, charcoal-grilled fire dragon, Host.】 Ling Gun Gun also surprised, 【System store at your service! Ding dang cooling patch!】

【...... Don't.】

He has a wife, a human-shaped cooling patch.

Furthermore, we still don't know the cause.

Jin Chen hummed twice, then sat up again, saying, "I want to soak in ice water."

"Go home." He stared straight into Changli's eyes, and one could even hear a hint of grievance.

"Alright, alright, let's go home first."

Changli intended to see Jin Chen's true form, and immediately made the decision, telling Ningze, "Sorry, you go back first; I'll get back to you on the design draft when I have time."

"Okay, his body is important." Ningze understandingly agreed, nodding with a smile.

Watching Changli and Jin Chen leave the studio, Ningze also walked out of the elevator, then found a secluded corner to make a call.

"I saw Changli today." Ningze gazed at the faraway car, "He looks no different from usual."

It's simply unbelievable that Changli would actually be a phoenix—not any monster he hasn't seen before, but a divine beast that only appears in mythology!

Ningze was still surprised, but on the other hand he wondered, since they're both phoenixes, why would they still come to snatch humanity's fortune?

"A phoenix is a divine beast; if he wanted to disguise himself, how could a mere human like you tell?"

Heyi's cold, clear voice came from the phone earpiece: "To take away his fortune, we must find a way to create an opportunity for a private meeting."

"I'll do my best."