Chapter 1814: After Raising the Good Baby, I Faked My Death 08

But Jin Chen was blocked as soon as he stepped out.

Jin Chen pressed Wen Si Luo's head into the crook of his neck, glanced over the several fierce individuals, then calmly rested his hand on Wen Zhu, who stood smiling in the middle.

"Excuse me, please make way."

Wen Zhu played with the dark green poisonous snake tail ring, a cunning killing intent flashing in his sinister eyes, "Mr. Jin Chen, you're preventing me from meeting my close nephew."

"No, I'm advising you not to break the law."

Jin Chen said solemnly.

The next second, police sirens sounded, completely surrounding Wen Zhu and his group.

Wen Zhu: "……"

When did this person call the police!

Jin Chen was very satisfied.

It's still better to call the police—no need to get our hands dirty.

Candle Grandpa, who had been calling the shots overseas, along with his lackeys, was taken into the police station.

Socially conscious citizen Jin Chen received verbal praise from the police, watching the police car drive off with its siren blaring.

He gently patted Wen Si Luo's back, which had finally relaxed a little, asking, "Feeling better?"

Wen Si Luo gave a soft, muffled hum, yet still unwilling to loosen his grip even a moment, his chin resting on Jin Chen's shoulder, "Brother… did you already know he was coming back?"

"He doesn't matter; brother won't let you be taken away."

Jin Chen held him as they got into the car; the newly hired driver asked no extra questions and drove toward the next destination.

But seeing Wen Zhu this time still affected Wen Si Luo's state, leaving him flustered and at a loss.

Wen Si Luo no longer fears being abandoned by his brother; he firmly believes every word his brother has said.

But he fears this little uncle.

Whenever he sees those eyes, Wen Si Luo recalls many things from when he was trapped in that cage-like room before.

He's even more afraid the little uncle will harm his brother.

Brother is so good; Wen Si Luo doesn't want him to come into contact with those terrifying things at all.

——

The result of overthinking is that little Wen Si Luo's loose tooth feels even more uncomfortable.

That night, Wen Si Luo couldn't help but lick his tooth; an inexplicable soreness made him reject it in his sleep, groggily waking up wanting to tell his brother.

But as soon as he moved a little, Jin Chen hugged him and patted his back.

Drowsiness struck again, and Wen Si Luo instantly forgot what he wanted to say, falling back asleep.

Until the next morning, he still hadn't recalled last night's events; he obediently washed up, poked half his head out the door, saw his brother talking to a stranger in the living room, then ducked back and ran to the small study to start reading.

In the small study, there was fruit prepared by Jin Chen; Wen Si Luo took half an apple and bit into it.

Crunch.

His little head stiffened, he blankly pulled the apple out, a sharp tooth poking out of it.

He reached out and touched it; the loose tooth no longer hurt.

This certainly wasn't Wen Si Luo's first time losing a tooth; he skillfully pulled a tissue to wipe away the blood, but soon realized something and didn't go wash up himself.

"Brother!"

Wen Si Luo clutched the half‑apple and pattered into the living room.

In the living room, Jin Chen, who was chatting with the new bodyguards, caught the lunging child and said, "Easy now, Guabao, what's wrong?"

Wen Si Luo pressed his lips together and lifted the half‑apple to show Jin Chen.

"Lost it? That fast?"

Jin Chen went on high alert, lifted Wen Si Luo's chin to make him open his mouth, and saw blood continually seeping from the empty gum.

"Does it hurt?" Jin Chen asked anxiously, gesturing for a few bodyguards to wait there as he carried Wen Si Luo to the washroom.

"A little bit."

Wen Si Luo, unaccustomed, licked his mouth and tasted blood all over, feeling very uncomfortable.

Standing on his own little stool, Wen Si Luo had just rinsed his mouth when he tilted his head back and a hot towel wiped his face clean; a few damp strands of hair clung softly to his forehead, and then Jin Chen touched them.

"Hah…"

Wen Si Luo silently exhaled, satisfied only when he could neither feel nor smell the foul blood odor, after which Jin Chen pinched his nose tip.

"Now you're a lime‑flavored Guabao; even if your teeth leak air, it doesn't affect your cuteness," Jin Chen praised.

Wen Si Luo: "……"

Wen Si Luo solemnly scrunched his face, as if to prove: "I speak without leaking air."

But as soon as he spoke, Wen Si Luo noticed his words were unclear; his pale little face flushed completely, he buried himself in Jin Chen's belly, where he couldn't help laughing, feeling a sullen irritation yet unable to hide his dependence.

【Villain Blackening Value detected -10, total 55!】

Jin Chen had Wen Si Luo face the mirror, stood behind him and tidied his sleep‑messy hair; as nutrition supplemented, his hair grew noticeably faster than before, essentially becoming a girl‑style cut.

Suddenly thinking of the perverted dead man Wen Zhu who periodically shows up to be an eyesore, Jin Chen's eyes darkened.

"Guabao's hair has grown a bit; brother, shall I take you to get it cut short?"

Wen Si Luo looked at his reflection in the mirror, nodded in agreement, and decided to avoid speaking unnecessarily until his teeth grew back.

But some things still need to be said.

He stepped onto the small stool, turned to face Jin Chen, and said, "Brother, hold me."

Jin Chen carried the child out to meet the bodyguards, not expecting Wen Si Luo to remember all their names—just to recognize their faces.

Seven bodyguards stood in a line, each with a fierce, towering wooden face; Wen Si Luo really gave them a few careful glances before telling Jin Chen, "I've memorized them."

"From now on they'll be responsible for protecting you, so for ease of memory, Guabao, just distinguish them by numbers."

Jin Chen's reminding voice was gentle, but Wen Si Luo, hearing those words, was a little unhappy; his dark pupils twitched a few times, and his small hand clutched Jin Chen's sleeve.

"Brother, protect me."

Why should this be given to someone else?

The grievance in Wen Si Luo's tone seemed to tug at Jin Chen's heart; he hurriedly Change Address: "Is it okay if I say I'll protect both you and Guabao at the same time?"

Sure enough, the child was easily appeased; when he looked again at the seven bodyguard Dage, he no longer had that faint, subtle aversion from before.

——

Late at night, an underground club somewhere.

Get lost with the people you found, or I'll blast you with a gun.

Wen Zhu was the only person seated in the private room; he looked furiously at the smug subordinate before him, and a dagger plunged into his thigh, word by word: "Did you hear that?"

"Yes…… yes, Candle Grandpa."

That subordinate was practically shaking like a sieve, never expecting this to backfire; he didn't dare cry out in pain, trembling as he dragged his right leg, blood flowing nonstop, away.

Following that person's departure were a few girls who looked somewhat similar.

To be more specific, they all resembled Wen Si Luo's mother, Li Xue, to some extent.

"None of them are like her……"

Wen Zhu murmured, Li Xue's face gradually overlapping with Wen Si Luo's in his mind; the liquor cup lingered on his lips for a few seconds before he drank, a flash of bloodlust crossing his eyes.

"Only Xiao Luo is the most like her."

The confidant behind him widened his eyes slightly; of course he knew who Wen Zhu was referring to, and after wanting to speak but stopping, he still probed: "Candle Grandpa, that child is only ten years old."

"Hmph, so what?"

Wen Zhu instead revealed a smile that could be called gentle: "It's just a few years."

No matter how he says it, he was also raised by the previous Li Xue.

"Yes……, you have your own plans; I was meddling."