Chapter 1580: The Fake Young Master Is Going to Be Pampered by the Real Young Master 10

Jin Chen walked up to Zhu Suisheng, looking at the hand he had just used to fan Zhou An; Zhu Suisheng noticed his gaze and instinctively raised his slender fingers, "What are you looking at?"

"Wipe it off." Jin Chen tore open a disinfecting wipe, his calm voice carrying a gentleness no longer put on for outsiders.

Just as Jin Chen extended the wipe, Zhu Suisheng didn't take it, instead waving his hand lightly in front of Jin Chen's eyes, smiling somewhat mischievously, "You still have a cleanliness obsession, huh? Is that a shared trait of you aloof weirdos?"

Jin Chen glanced at him, then pulled over the incessantly waving fingers and lowered his eyes to wipe them clean.

"Zhou An is bleeding; be careful of infection."

Zhu Suisheng: "……"

He suddenly lowered his head, watching Jin Chen meticulously clean his fingers, not feeling at all that this was intimidation.

Then he thought, Jin Chen jumps into action at the slightest disagreement—this aloof weirdo is actually a man of action.

The sensation from his fingertips was warm and moist, yet Zhu Suisheng recalled the cool feeling of that mint candy, a memory especially vivid in winter.

【Villain Heartthrob Value +5, total 10!】

Yu Xing let out a silent sigh behind them; in just a few seconds Zhou An took the blame again—truly—deserved.

After Zhu Suisheng finished wiping his hands, he continued speaking, pulling a card from his pocket and thrusting it toward Jin Chen, "This is for you; it contains one million."

Jin Chen：？

Yu Xing：？？？

Yu Xing silently covered his ears, feeling that the upcoming words were not meant for him to hear.

Jin Chen didn't look at the card, merely gazing at Zhu Suisheng's handsome brows and eyes, he asked softly, "Why are you giving this to me?"

Excellent, every step was as expected; Zhu Suisheng answered with the words he had prepared beforehand, "You're good‑looking, you really suit my taste!"

Jin Chen：「……」

The two locked eyes for a few seconds; Zhu Suisheng sensed Jin Chen's slightly tense expression and asked, bewildered, "What are you doing?"

"No need." Jin Chen let out a faint sigh, pushed the card back, lifted his gaze to him, and said, "Thank you for your 'eye‑affinity'."

Zhu Suisheng: "?" What does that mean?

He froze for a moment, but saw Jin Chen already leaving with his instrument case, instinctively feeling that his earlier reaction had been off.

Zhu Suisheng looked at the only remaining Yu Xing in the classroom and said, "You and Jin Chen are friends—what just happened to him?"

Yu Xing really wanted to pretend he hadn't heard any of that, but the music classroom's acoustics were too good, piping straight into his brain.

"Classmate Zhu, are you… trying to keep Chen‑ge as a kept boy?"

Zhu Suisheng started, his bright eyes widening: "What nonsense are you spouting?"

Yu Xing glanced hesitantly at the now‑empty doorway, thought a moment, then said, "When school just started, there was a senior with a bad reputation who wanted to keep Chen‑ge, and his lines were practically identical to what you just said…"

Zhu Suisheng：「……」

"I didn't mean that."

Zhu Suisheng now felt that his good intentions had not only caused harm but had also messed everything up terribly.

He took back the bank card; his usually proud brows and eyes showed a rare hint of helplessness, and the inexplicable guilt welling up inside him didn't fade—it only piled higher.

"I'm going to the next‑door classroom for another class, see you, Classmate Zhu." Yu Xing grabbed his bag and slipped away.

Jin Chen put his things down in another classroom, then leisurely walked to the restroom at the end of the hall, turned on the tap and let the cold water run.

Inside the stall, the few people who had just apologized to Jin Chen were chatting loudly.

"What's up with that little young master Zhu? Why does he care so much about that poor nobody, Jin Chen?"

"I don't think it's because of Jin Chen; it's more that he can't stand Zhou An, probably afraid of fighting over the inheritance. If I were to say, Zhou An should toughen up—Jin Chen is just a recommendation student with no background; the school could just expel him outright."

They happened to reach the sink at almost the same time, just in time to see Jin Chen placing a safety‑maintenance sign at the toilet door, then turning around unhurriedly and raising an eyebrow.

【How awful, truly awful.】

During class, the class monitor oddly received several texts; apparently an entire dorm had collectively called in sick because someone accidentally broke a leg while using the restroom.

Class Monitor：「……」

——

One day later, Zhu Suisheng found Jin Chen studying alone in the library.

The reading room's heating was cranked up high in winter; Jin Chen took off his coat and draped it over the side armrest—this was the first time Zhu Suisheng saw him in a shirt, and from the scene he caught a hint of warmth beyond the winter chill.

Zhu Suisheng couldn't help but want to retract his earlier comment that Jin Chen "was very suited to winter."

He's simply wonderful all year round.

Zhu Suisheng, who is a looks‑oriented type, lingered by the bookshelves for a while, then brought two hot coffees and sat opposite Jin Chen, nudging one cup toward him and whispering, "I came to talk to you about yesterday."

The reading room was so quiet that Zhu Suisheng could only speak in a faint breathy hum, his voice softer than usual.

Zhu Suisheng pressed his lips together; the pampered little young master, clearly unused to apologizing, held back for a few seconds before saying, "I didn't mean… to keep you as a kept boy yesterday."

After he spoke, he himself felt a bit awkward, and with a show of sternness masking inner weakness he pressed down on Jin Chen's book, saying, "Don't read—just listen to me first."

Jin Chen lifted his gaze, stood up, and gestured for Zhu Suisheng to follow him outside to talk.

Zhu Suisheng glanced at the other people studying in the reading room, then obediently followed him out.

The plane trees facing the balcony stood bare and bleak; Jin Chen leaned against the railing and said, "I'm not angry."

Zhu Suisheng thought to himself, "Yeah, right."

"If you're not angry, why did you just walk away yesterday…?" Zhu Suisheng hadn't finished speaking when he noticed Jin Chen's earlobes visibly reddening—especially noticeable since he wasn't wearing a hat today.

Zhu Suisheng froze, then saw Jin Chen's tense expression, just like yesterday, and incredulously asked slowly, "You weren't… shy back then, were you?"

Jin Chen: "No."

But his denial came too quickly.

The unhappiness Zhu Suisheng had been harboring since yesterday dissipated; he tilted his head back and laughed at him, "You're just shy!"

A cold wind blew softly outside the hallway; Zhu Suisheng had come out without his coat, feeling a bit chilled, and the next second he saw Jin Chen shielding himself from the draft and heard him say, "Why did you suddenly bring up keeping someone?"

Zhu Suisheng fell silent for a second.

You can't say he stayed up all night last night investigating the person who confessed to Jin Chen, and also worried about leaving some psychological shadow on Jin Chen, so he specially came to apologize.

"I won't tell you." Zhu Suisheng shook his head, trying to sound fierce: "Why are you asking so much?"

Zhu Suisheng saw the smile in Jin Chen's eyes slowly and gently spreading, "Apology over, is there anything else you 'must hear me out' about today?"

Pretending not to catch the metaphor in Jin Chen's words, Zhu Suisheng refused to admit that every time he came to see him it was this excuse: "I'm not specially coming to see you; I'm also here to read books."

"Then go inside, it's windy outside."