Chapter 1702: Beiping Old Dream: Beauty Actor Overpowers the Big Shot 17

Jin Chen entered the main hall again.

Pei Yinnian's bedroom was at the innermost part of the suite; this time Jin Chen followed him straight in, his gaze drawn to the medicine bottles on the bedside table.

Most of them were painkillers.

It seems Pei Yinnian's nightly headache problem is indeed serious.

Jin Chen set down the blanket and embraced Pei Yinnian from behind.

Pei Yinnian was slightly dazed, lowering his eyes to look at their clasped hands in front of him, and his usually cold tone softened considerably.

"Go to the bedroom to sleep."

"No, we haven't finished talking."

Jin Chen rested his chin on Pei Yinnian's neck, speaking softly: "Coming to Beiping to look for relatives is a pretense, but my family's ruin and death are real; Shanghai has no place for me, and my father's enemies still want to kill me. I obtained this false identity by spending a few silver dollars in the black market society."

"You're the most powerful person in Beiping, so I came to find you—I've said these words before, haven't I?"

Moreover, if Jin Chen had truly told the truth that day—a person being hunted with unknown origins—would Pei Yinnian have felt compassion?

Pei Yinnian thought: even if a single glance could be stunning, and Jin Chen's looks matched his taste perfectly,

he would still not have simply taken Jin Chen away that day.

Pei Yinnian listened quietly to Jin Chen's words, his doubts gradually fading; he lightly patted Jin Chen's hand and said, "I understand."

"It's late, you should go rest…"

Before he finished speaking, the act of being kissed on the neck made Pei Yinnian tremble slightly, unaccustomed to the sensation; an electric shudder ran from his skin to his fingertips.

Jin Chen held him, his kissing unceasing, and murmured hoarsely, "Can't you sleep with me, sir?"

"No… I can't."

Pei Yinnian raised his slender neck and let out a low gasp.

After being kissed for a while, Pei Yinnian's face flushed; he turned and cupped Jin Chen's face, saying, "Be good, go back to your room to rest."

Jin Chen curled his lips, his cold, imposing presence intensifying, yet his expression remained obedient.

"Why, sir?" He pressed his lips to Pei Yinnian's Adam's apple, his crimson lips curving in pleasure, "Don't you like me? Why won't you let me sleep with you?"

Pei Yinnian inexplicably sensed a hint of danger.

By the time he reacted, Jin Chen had already wrapped an arm around his waist and flung him onto the bed; the kiss on his neck remained tingling and sticky, refusing to let go.

Pei Yinnian lifted Jin Chen's chin, narrowing his eyes coldly, "What do you intend to do?"

Jin Chen gave a meaningful smile, hooked his hand around Pei Yinnian's waist, slipped it under the covers, and nestled in his embrace, cooing, "I want to sleep with you."

"No…"

"Brother."

The muffled pant near his ear made Pei Yinnian's throat tighten, a faint surge of surprise flickering in the depths of his eyes.

【Villain Heartthrob Value +5, total 35!】

"You said you'd let me follow you, so why can't I even sleep?" Jin Chen pressed his forehead against Pei Yinnian's, lightly rubbing his lips, his voice lazy as if tinged with fatigue.

Pei Yinnian's heart jumped violently; even closing his eyes, he couldn't calm down.

He gently brushed Jin Chen's hair tips and whispered, "I have bad sleeping habits; you'll be woken up."

"It's fine, brother." Jin Chen chuckled, as if he'd succeeded.

He kissed Pei Yinnian's lips, saying, "Trust me, you'll sleep well."

Keeping Pei Yinnian's sleep in mind, Jin Chen also stopped pretending, holding him as they rolled into the blankets.

The surroundings finally fell silent.

Pei Yinnian kept his eyes open, held tightly by Jin Chen; hearing the steady breathing, he feared waking him and could only give up struggling.

The bedside lamp stayed on; even when trying to sleep, he wasn't used to darkness, but it didn't affect Jin Chen much.

I had thought it would be another sleepless night.

Yet the restrained embrace, the faint breathing at his ear, and the lingering sandalwood scent in the blankets made Pei Yinnian feel very relaxed.

Gradually, he subconsciously pressed himself against Jin Chen's chest and fell into a deep sleep.

【Villain Blackening Value -10, total 70!】

——

In the early morning, Jin Chen woke up dazed to find his wife gone; he glanced at the room's clock and exclaimed in surprise.

Sleeping with his wife improves the quality!

Jin Chen changed into a new long robe and went downstairs; Pei YiQing bit into a bun, looked up, then slowly turned his gaze to Pei Yinnian, who was still looking at the bun.

How come my sister-in-law looks… radiant today.

Even his brother seems to be in a great mood.

"Good morning, sister-in-law!" Pei YiQing said, finishing the last bite of his bun with a smile.

Jin Chen: "……"

Jin Chen gave him an annoyed look, but when facing Pei Yinnian he held back a smile without denying it.

Jin Chen walked over to Pei Yinnian, took the newspaper he was reading, lowered his head for a kiss, and said, "Good morning, brother."

Afterwards he sat beside him, leaning his head to rest on his arm.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

Pei Yinnian smiled, lips pursed, not pushing away the boy who was about to cling to him, lightly playing with Jin Chen's slightly loose hair, and said, "Very good."

He hadn't had a good night's sleep in ages—better than foreign sleeping pills.

Pei YiQing:??

"Do I have no presence at all?"

Jin Chen picked up a steamed bun, nibbling it while glancing at the newspaper passed from Pei Yinnian's hand, and suddenly hummed in doubt.

There are still more than ten days until the arena competition; is it a bit too early for the Cai Fa Theatre to advertise in the newspaper now?

The intention isn't to advertise Xu Nanchun, but this person. Pei Yinnian pointed to the name appearing in the newspaper.

Mr. Hua, a famous drama master, it's said that this time he sold face to the Xiao family, directly giving the script he'd written for two years to Xu Nanchun.

After listening to Pei Yinnian's explanation, Pei Yiqing was the first to glare, "Isn't this cheating?"

Jin Chen didn't forget to advise him, "Right, you see Xiao Bojing isn't a good person, right?"

Pei Yiqing: ……

He furrowed his face and shrank back, gulping down the porridge in big mouthfuls.

Pei Yinnian gently brushed Jin Chen's forehead hair, asking softly, "Do you have confidence?"

Of course.

Jin Chen put down the newspaper, smiled and kissed Pei Yinnian's face, "But brother, if I really lose, will you support me?"

Will.

Pei Yinnian nodded in response, his warm, moist voice carrying a reassuring comfort that could cover all bases.

The kind that supports one for a lifetime?

Pei Yinnian lowered his eyes, lightly kissed the corner of Jin Chen's eyes, and coaxed, "It's time to go to the theatre; I'll have the driver take you."

Jin Chen glanced at him, but didn't insist on an answer, got up and tied his hair.

Okay.

Pei Yiqing mumbled while finishing the last mouthful of porridge, "I also want to go; sister-in-law, please take me with you."

Compared to going to the bank to study, Pei Yiqing would still rather go to the theatre to play with Jin Chen.

His voice wasn't low; the servants and housekeeper cleaning the living room heard it, seeing that the head of the household didn't object, they couldn't help but gain a new understanding of Jin Chen's status in the household.

——

Over the next ten-plus days, Jin Chen did nothing but sleep and eat, rehearsing with the troupe at the theatre, and spent much less time returning to the small western-style building.

Fortunately, whenever Pei Yinnian was free, he would come to see him, together with Pei Yiqing, who had been ordered not to be allowed to meet Xiao Bojing.

As the arena competition drew near, both theatres spared no effort in promotion.

One is the performer supported by Mr. Pei, and they don't charge for tickets.

The other is the performer supported by Young Master Xiao, and the script is still personally written by Mr. Hua.

This left many theatre fans in a dilemma; these days, the streets of Beiping were filled with discussions about which play to go see.