Chapter 154: Love Variety Show: Saving the Blackened Movie Emperor 23

Wen Ci Ye never imagined that the person who would throw a wrench into his perfect plan would be someone he never thought of.

He cannot accept his failure!

"Oh, you have no evidence—how can you prove I'm not?"

Jin Chen tilted his head; though he was smiling, his eyes were indifferent and cold.

The blade pressed against his neck, Wen Ci Ye was forced to lift his head, looking up at Jin Chen in the most humiliating posture.

Just then, the internal line phone in the side hall rang.

Jin Chen pressed the call button on the phone with his other hand.

"Second Mister, someone named Song Pojian wants to see the young master. Should I let him in?"

Wen Ci Ye was about to call for help when he felt the blade sink deeper, already breaking the skin; turning his head, he met Jin Chen's half-smiling expression.

It seemed to say that if he dared to shout, he'd lose his breath the next second.

Jin Chen gestured for Wen Ci Ye to speak, letting Song Pojian come in.

Wen Ci Ye swallowed and said, "Let him in."

"All right, Second Mister."

The phone hung up.

Wen Ci Ye suddenly thought of something and laughed out loud, his tone sarcastic.

"You like Song Pojian… but do you know he once crawled into my bed!"

"The person you like now is the junk I discarded!"

Outside the side hall, Song Pojian was about to knock when he heard those last words clearly.

He froze for a few seconds, then heard an extremely short, sharp scream from inside the room, followed by the sound of something being dragged across the floor.

Worried that something had happened to Jin Chen, Song Pojian hurriedly pushed the door open; seeing what lay before him, he was slightly startled and instinctively slammed and locked the door.

All that could be seen was a gash on Wen Ci Ye's neck, blood flowing nonstop; his lips were also sliced into four flaps, and Jin Chen dragged him by the arm toward the bathroom.

"Jin Chen…"

He called out, somewhat at a loss.

Jin Chen stopped moving, the chill in his eyes instantly fading: "Wait a moment; I'll come find you after I finish."

Song Pojian glanced at the bloody, mangled Wen Ci Ye.

【Detected Villain Blackening Value -30! Total 27!】

"Don't die, or you'll have a life on your conscience."

Song Pojian whispered the warning.

"I know."

Jin Chen replied gently.

Their conversation reached Wen Ci Ye's ears, making it feel no different from chatting with a demon.

Wen Ci Ye had thought that if Song Pojian saw him, Jin Chen would restrain himself, but he stared wide-eyed, already numb from pain.

0731 saw Wen Ci Ye's reaction in the space and burst out laughing.

Just kidding! The Little Pitiful One is, after all, a story villain—how could he go soft for you, the protagonist? Their whole shtick is being utterly unsaintly, ruthless and cruel.

Jin Chen dragged Wen Ci Ye into the bathroom, shut the door behind him, turned on the tap to fill it with water, and, as an afterthought, grabbed a bottle of alcohol disinfectant and poured it into the sink.

His tone was icy.

"Your mouth is so dirty—let's give it a good wash."

Having said that, he grabbed Wen Ci Ye's head and pressed it into the water-filled sink.

After the alcohol mixed with water, as it touched the wounds on Wen Ci Ye's face and his eyes, it burned fiercely; he tried to breathe but choked on a mouthful of water, his eyes bulging and bloodshot, struggling violently and whimpering, in agony.

Each time Wen Ci Ye thought he was about to die, Jin Chen pulled him up to let him catch his breath; just as he began to ease, Jin Chen pressed him back down.

After this back-and-forth three times, Wen Ci Ye had completely given up resisting, just wanting to get it over with quickly.

Jin Chen finally said, "Crawl out and apologize to Brother Song Pojian."

"Aren't you proud? Then I'll utterly crush your self-esteem."

"Do you still like this gift?"

Wen Ci Ye heard Jin Chen chuckle.

At this very moment, in his heart, Jin Chen was a soul‑reaping demon.

"Unwilling?" Jin Chen made a move to press him back into the water.

"... Willing."

Wen Ci Ye's consciousness was already fuzzy; blood kept flowing from his neck wound, which wasn't deep enough to cost him his voice or life, but the pain was excruciating.

He knelt on the floor, and, following Jin Chen's instructions, trembled as he opened the bathroom door with his arm; the moment he saw Song Pojian, Jin Chen kicked him, and he bowed his head to the ground in apology.

Song Pojian was startled by the sight of Wen Ci Ye, drenched head to toe, his face barely recognizable, and then a wave of nausea rose.

"S-sorry…"

Wen Ci Ye's voice was hoarse.

Jin Chen stood behind him, the surrounding chill dissipating, and he gave Song Pojian a smile as warm as a spring breeze.

Song Pojian ignored Wen Ci Ye and instead asked.

"Will he die?"

"No."

Jin Chen stepped over Wen Ci Ye, walked up to Song Pojian, put an arm around his shoulder, and said, "He won't die—don't worry, I won't end up in jail."

"Then that's good."

Only then did Song Pojian look back at Wen Ci Ye and suddenly kick him.

Wen Ci Ye, who had no strength left, collapsed on the ground, breathing his last.

I don't care anymore.

Song Pojian said to him.

I won't forgive you, but I also won't care.

How disgusting, I want to leave.

Song Pojian grabbed Jin Chen's arm, feeling uncomfortable with the bloody smell filling the room.

Right away.

Jin Chen's other hand, hidden under his sleeve, curled its fingers into a hook, withdrawing the entwined silver light; the curse-destroying flower was uprooted and dissipated into the air.

【0731, handling the surveillance, today I and Brother Pojian didn't come here.】

【Understood!】

When passing the butler and servants, they were still strange, wondering why they had become even more respectful toward the Second Mister lately, as if possessed.

Jin Chen erased their memories individually, then left shoulder to shoulder with Song Pojian.

After getting in the car, Jin Chen's phone rang immediately.

It was Wen's father's call.

He loudly scolded Wen Ci Ye for having ill intentions, insisting he must have hired a hypnotist to hypnotize himself, which was why he had handed over the group to Wen Ci Ye.

Jin Chen embraced Song Pojian while dealing with this cheap father.

Then you just hold another press conference launch, saying you were hypnotized by Wen Ci Ye; surely many will echo you.

"Really? Is that useful?" Wen's father hesitated a moment.

Of course, having come this far, there must be many people he has hypnotized.

Fine! I'll do it that way! Otherwise, you brat, insisting on going into the entertainment industry, I wouldn't have to bother managing the group at my age!

But you'll be managing for a long time yet; you're in your prime, what age are you? What will Mom think?

Jin Chen chuckled.

You little brat! Stop spouting nonsense to your old man! Hang up!

Song Pojian leaned on Jin Chen and couldn't help laughing.

How can you speak to your uncle like that?

He disrespects his elders.

Jin Chen pouted, hugged his wife tightly, stole a kiss, and said, "Brother Pojian should feel sorry for me."

Although the two of them have not yet had a formal confession ceremony.

But Song Pojian has already completely accepted this person, and has grown somewhat accustomed to these lovers' intimate gestures, merely blushing slightly and slipping into Jin Chen's embrace.

I didn't know you could be so ruthless.

He poked Jin Chen's chest, yet felt no fear at all, instead speaking in a teasing tone.

Only ruthless toward others.

Jin Chen took his hand, lowered his head, and lightly kissed his fingertips.