Chapter 1659: After Meeting the Rank‑One in Person, I Got Entangled by a Yandere 07

The next morning.

Jiang Sui received a call from Jin Chen, asking what he wanted to eat for lunch.

At that moment Jiang Sui had not yet crawled out of the blankets, his whole body feeling dazed from sleep, and it took him a while to respond.

"Anything… is fine."

His voice, still thick and hoarse from just waking up, sounded muffled through the blanket; Jin Chen found it utterly adorable and laughed, saying, "Then I'll just improvise—go back to sleep for a bit."

The low laughter came through the phone into his ear, and Jiang Sui became much more awake, pressing the record button.

"I'm not sleeping anymore… Are you coming over today?"

Jiang Sui's tone was full of anticipation; he sat up from the bed, his gaze falling on the windbreaker beside the blanket, feeling a faint nostalgia for yesterday's scorching warmth.

"Sorry, I still have some things to take care of; I'm going to the neighboring city this afternoon." Jin Chen's tone was soothing, "I'll probably be back in about two days; I'll make some extra dishes and have A Song deliver them—just heat them up and eat, okay?"

A Song was the clerk who had guided Jiang Sui upstairs that day.

Jiang Sui's smile vanished instantly; he tightened his grip on the phone, his shoulders trembling slightly.

"... Okay."

Why, why, why can't we meet today?

Jiang Sui bit his lip, hearing Jin Chen say a few more words before the call ended.

He slowly wiped away the blood at his lips; his body beneath the dark sleepwear was pallid to the extreme, his wet black pupils somewhat unfocused.

After thinking for a long time, Jiang Sui washed up with a blank expression, then brought all the perfume bottles the driver had left at the door inside, sitting cross-legged in the bedroom and sniffing each one.

Soon, every corner of the bedroom was filled with various agarwood scents, intertwining and affecting each other, becoming so rich they almost stung the nose.

Yet each one was different from the scent on him.

Jiang Sui couldn't help but sneeze, fearing his own scent would interfere; he changed clothes before diving into the windbreaker coat, carrying an unconscious reliance and longing.

He just wanted to see him again.

The temperature had left no trace, yet that faint yet warm agarwood aroma lingered, faint but not fading.

Beside the bed, perfume bottles and scattered drawing papers lay in disarray; the papers bore only a single figure's outline, from the upper body gradually gaining a face.

Jiang Sui's body temperature was too low; even after a long time the windbreaker hadn't regained warmth, and he ruefully rubbed the collar fabric, continuing with what he had planned to do.

The driver received another shopping request message again:!!!

How come yesterday it was perfume, and today it's all sorts of… extreme stuff!

Jiang Sui even thoughtfully prepared an address for him; some things could only be bought there.

The driver shivered as he agreed, beginning to wonder whether this job would make him an accomplice in the future.

Surely he won't have to help the little boss dump corpses later!

Jiang Sui, completely unaware of how much the driver had imagined, switched to another phone; logging into his social media account still lagged for a long while, and the backend messages and comment section were filled with screens of insults.

The studio also abandoned cooperation with him; only the comic he was still drawing needed updating.

Jiang Sui didn't have much passion for comics; his former psychologist had said he needed to find an emotional anchor, to form some connection with the world so he wouldn't constantly think about death.

Back then his grandmother was still alive, so Jiang Sui didn't want to die so early; who would have thought that now he has nothing left, yet his interest in drawing has somehow been retained.

Jiang Sui scrolled through those endless streams of hateful comments; having probably heard similar things in real life, he didn't feel particularly hurt.

Anyway, that's just who he is.

Recalling the new neighbor's repeated hostile glances, he tilted his head in slight confusion.

He asked the landlord for the neighbor's contact information.

But at this point Lin Yu, who had been dating and traveling with Jiang3 sui1 all sorts of times, had already forgotten this misunderstanding in the back of his mind and hadn't noticed Jiang Sui's friend request.

——

This time Jin Chen's temporary departure mainly involves two things.

First, donate part of the relics left by his parents to a museum and auction another part.

Anyway, keeping them would just be keeping them; it's better than having that family covet them.

For antiques with special significance to his original self, he kept them all, and additionally purchased a property for preservation, regularly sending people to maintain it.

After finishing this, the emotions left behind by his original self diminished greatly, leaving him feeling utterly light.

The other matter is acquiring a private hospital.

Jiang Sui's physical injuries are not to be underestimated; full-body exams and regular checkups are necessary, but hospitals are crowded and he surely couldn't tolerate it, so Jin Chen had Ling Gun Gun screen for a hospital that could go through the acquisition process the fastest, then took the money and went door-to-door to discuss contracts.

The only slight hiccup was that Jin Chen discovered someone secretly filming and almost got exposed; just before he was about to act, he recalled that the filmer's employer might be a certain Jiang Sui still at home, so he pretended not to have seen it.

After finishing these matters and returning, it was already the morning of the third day.

That day.

Jiang Sui's room door was knocked on by the landlord.

He stood at the doorway, head slightly lowered, his somewhat long, smooth bangs covering his doubtful, moist eyes, "Anything wrong?"

The landlord held a gift and a basket of fresh fruit, "Little Sui, nothing's wrong—I just came to check on you."

"Your situation is special; you usually don't go out, so it's only right to look after you more."

The landlord's gaze fell on Jiang Sui, his smile a little overly enthusiastic; as it swept over the collar of his sleepwear, a flicker of a different emotion passed through his eyes.

Jiang Sui is so perceptive.

He suddenly lifted his head, the landlord's smiling face reflected in his damp pupils, and asked softly, "Really… is that all?"

Jiang Sui slowly pulled his lips into a smile that wasn't quite pleasant, appearing merely as a slight upward curve.

The landlord's breathing suddenly grew heavy, "Because I want to take care of you a little more, Little Sui—can you understand what I'm saying?"

Jiang Sui was forced to retreat step by step as the landlord approached; when his shoulder bumped the entryway, he grasped a sharp dagger in his palm.

His stance shifted instantly.

"Ah!"

The landlord was shoved back by the dagger into the wall corner, crying out in pain, and the sharp touch at his neck frightened him so his legs went weak.

"What... what are you doing!"

How could an ordinary household have something like a dagger!

Jiang Sui isn't short; his tall, thin figure is stretched even longer by the light, pinning the landlord's shadow on the floor like a gaunt, elongated wraith.

He pressed a little harder, his voice sounding seductive: "I need... to understand what, do you like... me?"

The landlord hardly dared to admit it, his trembling voice shouting: "No! It's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding!"

The sharp dagger slit the skin, and fresh blood slowly seeped out.