Chapter 1813: After Raising Guabao, I Faked My Death 07

After Wen Si Luo returned home from the hospital and recuperated for a while, Jin Chen stayed with him every day at home; the child's sense of security grew, so he no longer constantly worried about being sent back to the Fuliyuan by his older brother.

Thus Jin Chen began taking Wen Si Luo to experience the outside world.

In the past ten years at the Wen Family, Wen Si Luo had hardly encountered anything outside; his understanding was vague and dim, mostly coming from electronic screens.

What struck Jin Chen as odd was that Wen Si Luo, who had never been to an amusement park, was especially averse to it, refusing at the mere mention, leaving Jin Chen no chance to probe deeper.

"Then let's go to a restaurant outside for lunch today, and this afternoon I'll take you to... the Space Bureau or the zoo—you pick."

On the balcony, Jin Chen lay comfortably in a rocking chair, sunbathing and making a suggestion; the child, sitting back-to-back on his personal sofa looking at a picture book, heard him, looked up, took the city attractions map Jin Chen handed over, and examined it seriously for a while.

"No..." "I can't not think about it."

Wen Si Luo pursed his lips, knowing little about these places, so he casually chose a zoo.

Now he couldn't even focus on the picture book; Wen Si Luo tidied up a few books, walked over to Jin Chen, and reached out for a hug.

"Older brother, I want to sunbathe too."

Jin Chen didn't immediately pick him up, sat straight, gestured to indicate his height, then satisfied, held the child and placed him on his lap.

"He's grown a bit taller, now looking more like a ten-year-old child."

Wen Si Luo looked up at Jin Chen and muttered, "I was originally ten years old."

He's almost eleven.

"The kid next door in the residential community is only nine, and he's half a head taller than you."

Jin Chen paid extra attention to nutrition, supplementing Wen Si Luo considerably during this period, but the deficit from nearly ten years prior couldn't be made up overnight.

"Eh... Host, please note, the child dislikes being compared the most." Said Ling Gun Gun, who had upgraded to Child-rearing Master, with great conviction.

Jin Chen's tone shifted abruptly; he placed his hand on Wen Si Luo's fluffy head, his deep eyes smiling.

"But still, our Xiao Luo is the cutest."

Jin Chen's whole body was warmed by the sun, making Wen Si Luo cling to him, burying himself in his embrace and rubbing for a while, humming softly.

"I didn't even notice there were other kids downstairs; how did you see them, older brother?"

Jin Chen curled his finger, gently brushing the cheek buried in his shoulder with his knuckle, "Older brother was wrong; we shouldn't compare Guabao with other families' children."

Wen Si Luo rubbed his eyes, his soft cheek pressing against Jin Chen's face, "Then I want candy."

"Have it this afternoon; look at your teeth."

Jin Chen slipped his finger in, prodding the slightly loose upper tooth in Wen Si Luo's mouth, "If it falls out, it'll hurt."

"Mm…"

Wen Si Luo sucked back the saliva that was about to drool, nodded and said indistinctly, "Okay..."

"So good," Jin Chen pinched his cheek again, lifted him and headed to the living room, "Come on, older brother will make you milk; drink it and we'll go out to eat."

Warm sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling window into the living room, and the scent of hot milk gradually diffused in the air.

Wen Si Luo had just taken two sips of milk when he climbed onto Jin Chen's thigh and sat; his soft hair glowed gold at the edges in the light, obedient and gentle.

——

A certain restaurant.

The server had just greeted the guests when he caught the eye of an observant person.

In a certain spot, one could observe the corner of that table: a youth in an elegant, crisp suit had a handsome bearing, but his overly gloomy demeanor and snake-like eyes weakened his softness, making people feel deep dread, as if they would be flayed and have their bones broken the next second.

"Candle Grandpa, that's the child Wen Si Luo you're looking for."

The sunglasses man standing behind Wen Zhu whispered, "That person over there is... Jin Chen."

Recalling how Candle Grandpa had flown into a rage upon seeing those two documents, the sunglasses man could barely contain his fear and hastily stopped speaking.

Wen Zhu merely curled his lip, his gaze not lingering on Jin Chen for more than two seconds, then involuntarily turned to Wen Si Luo.

"So alike..."

Wen Zhu murmured, his eyes misty with repressed emotion, as if crossing many years, seeing Li Xue before his good older brother had tormented her.

Wen Zhu and Wen Si Luo's father differed by eight years; in his memory, Dage had brought his sister-in-law home when he was very young.

Later, when something happened to the family, Dage began frequently traveling on business, and only the sister-in-law cared about him in the whole household.

Li Xue was an irreplaceable presence throughout Wen Zhu's adolescence.

But who knows when it started; by the time Wen Zhu realized his feelings were wrong, Li Xue had already been driven mad by his good older brother.

It was likely the cruelty engraved in the Wen Family's bones. What struck Wen Zhu as interesting was that, seeing such a Li Xue, he could only admire and fervently like her.

He took a deep breath; taking Wen Si Luo away became all the more imperative.

Unable to take Li Xue, he would let no one try to take this child from him.

"Make the arrangements." Wen Zhu suddenly seemed to regain his composure, saying coldly.

"Yes, Candle Grandpa."

Here, Jin Chen, who was still focused on feeding the child, darkened his gaze, sensed something, looked up at the approaching server, and asked, "Anything?"

The head waiter, smiling appropriately, gestured for the person behind him to serve the dishes, slightly bowed to Jin Chen, and said, "A gentleman has ordered several dishes for this table; please try them with this young friend."

Jin Chen raised an eyebrow slightly: "Which gentleman?"

The head waiter gestured left rear; Wen Zhu nodded at him, the corners of his eyes slightly lifting, his gaze holding a ruthless, rampant smile.

"Oh dear, this is Wen Zhu! Xiao Luo's perverted uncle!" Ling Gun Gun hurriedly warned.

Jin Chen tapped the tabletop, his voice cold: "Take it away."

The head waiter's smile stiffened; he had never seen anyone request a meal then refuse it—these were the restaurant's most expensive signature dishes.

"All right."

She hurriedly waved her hand to signal the dishes to be cleared, glanced twice at the obediently eating Wen Si Luo, felt a bit doubtful, but still spoke as Wen Zhu had requested.

"Wen Si Luo, little friend, do you want to meet your..."

Before the head waiter could finish speaking, he was startled by a crab-cutting scissors flung onto him, staring blankly at the ice-cold Jin Chen.

But Wen Si Luo had already heard the first half of the sentence, guessed what it was, and suddenly a chill ran through him; his eyes darted around, searching.

Jin Chen covered Wen Si Luo's ears and gave the supervisor a light glance.

"Do you also have the surname Wen at your restaurant?"

The commotion here drew many diners over; although the tables were separated, watching the spectacle knows no distance.

The supervisor's face flushed red, and the manager who had rushed over scolded him for a while.

It was precisely at that moment that Wen Si Luo finally saw Wen Zhu in the corner, and he could almost be certain that this was the uncle he had never met.

He and that person are blood brothers, but they don't resemble each other at all; only the eyes, those frightening eyes, are exactly the same as that person's.

Wen Si Luo utterly despised and rejected such a gaze.

He turned his head, ignored Wen Zhu's greeting and smile, buried himself in Jin Chen's shoulder, his voice trembling slightly.

"Brother... I want to leave."

Jin Chen soothed the child's forehead pressed against his chest, saying, "Don't be afraid, we're leaving now."