Chapter 1815: After Raising the Good Baby, I Faked My Death 09

It so happened that, just the day after Jin Chen took Wen Si Luo to get a haircut, Wen Zhu got back in touch with Jin Chen.

This time, acting as Wen Si Luo's paternal uncle, he came with a lawyer to discuss custody matters with Jin Chen.

Jin Chen had prepared early on; even if the other party truly shared blood ties with their little Luo, he wasn't the slightest bit afraid.

Inside a private room at an upscale club.

Wen Zhu, who had been waiting a long time, saw the door open, curled his lips and looked toward the entrance; his gaze landed precisely on Wen Si Luo's face, but after a moment he frowned slightly, feeling that something was different from their last meeting.

The resemblance to his mother had also diminished considerably.

Only after a few seconds did Wen Zhu realize it was because of the haircut, and he gave Jin Chen a meaningful look.

Jin Chen returned the stare without hiding his hostility, and as he sat down he held Wen Si Luo in his arms, making the boy feel less repelled by this completely unfamiliar, oppressive setting.

"See you again, Xiao Luo."

Wen Zhu's tone was gentle, putting on the act of an extremely affectionate uncle, as he pushed the prepared gift bag across the table: "Take a look at the gift Uncle prepared for you; last time we met I didn't have a chance to give it to you."

The subtext was actually him blaming Jin Chen right in front of Wen Si Luo.

Jin Chen didn't react much; he just gave an inscrutable smirk, thinking, "This damned pervert is really stupid."

Wen Si Luo didn't want to touch the gift at all, and after hearing that he even glared at Wen Zhu, saying, "I don't want your gift."

He turned his head, burying his face in Jin Chen's chest to completely shut out Wen Zhu's gaze.

Jin Chen put the earplugs he had prepared earlier on Wen Si Luo, then held him and gave a gentle pat.

"Sorry, my child doesn't accept gifts from strangers."

Jin Chen leisurely pushed the gift bag back, using a bit of force so it fell under the table and thumped against Wen Zhu's leg.

"I hope Mr. Wen can understand," Jin Chen said with a smile.

Yet between the lines, there was not the slightest hint of apology—it was practically written on his face that "you don't matter at all."

Wen Zhu narrowed his venomous eyes at Jin Chen, sizing him up without changing expression, and despite Wen Si Luo being present, he went straight to: "Come to think of it, we've never formally met, Mr. Jin."

"Wen here does business overseas, yet I had no idea when Mr. Jin managed to dig up everything on me—truly mysterious and… almost clairvoyant."

Jin Chen didn't bother with pleasantries: "Maybe it's just because you're easy to look up."

Wen Zhu: "……"

Does this guy not understand plain speech?

"Also, stop using that disgusting gaze to look at Xiao Luo," Jin Chen said, locking eyes with him, his brows fierce over his handsome eyes, "or are you trying to see someone else through him?"

Bang!

Almost the instant Jin Chen finished speaking, the suddenly enraged Wen Zhu crushed the wine‑filled glass in his hand, like a demon from hell.

"You… what are you saying?"

"What else do you know?!"

Wen Zhu didn't even notice the red wine splashing his shirt, glaring furiously at Jin Chen as if he could flay him alive.

Jin Chen merely smiled, his expression betraying indifferent nonchalance, and wrapped up the topic by telling Wen Zhu's frightened lawyer: "I think Mr. Wen lacks basic self‑care skills and has a volatile temper, so he's incapable of properly raising Xiao Luo."

Lawyer: "……"

He dared not agree.

No one had warned him beforehand that these people weren't easy to deal with!

Perhaps it was Jin Chen's words to the lawyer that pulled Wen Zhu back from the brink; he took the towel handed by his subordinate, dried his fingers, and then looked toward Wen Si Luo, who had his back turned.

"Regarding the custody issue, Xiao Luo also has the right to hear—what's the point of putting earplugs on him?"

"Obviously, I'm afraid he'll hear some crazy talk."

Seeing Wen Zhu's emotions settle, Jin Chen slowly removed the object from Wen Si Luo's ear, met the boy's puzzled black eyes as he looked up, and gave his ear a playful pinch while smiling.

Wen Si Luo glanced back at Wen Zhu and happened to hear him say: "I demand that Xiao Luo be taken to live with me for a while first, and then let him decide who should be his guardian."

"Furthermore, Mr. Jin, as a blood relative, I am the legally most suitable guardian for Xiao Luo."

At last the discussion got back on track; the lawyer nodded in agreement with Wen Zhu's argument and added a supplement to the relevant legal provisions.

Wen Si Luo didn't understand the legal talk, but he understood what Wen Zhu said.

Wen Zhu could use a perfectly legitimate identity to take him away from his brother.

This realization filled Wen Si Luo with panic; he hurriedly clung to Jin Chen's arm, shifting uneasily in his embrace.

"No……"

"Brother, I don't want to go with him; I only want you."

Wen Si Luo's tear‑filled eyes blinked, his voice small as he clutched Jin Chen's hand tightly: "Brother, don't abandon me."

The fragile, tear‑choked tone rang especially clear in the private room; Jin Chen felt a pang of sourness, inwardly scorning Wen Zhu's unrestrained mouth, and never expected those words to hit Wen Si Luo so hard.

"No way, brother will never hand Guabao over to anyone."

Jin Chen raised a hand to wipe the tears from Wen Si Luo's face, gently stroking the stray hairs behind his ear, and said, "Didn't I promise you that, brother?"

Watching this scene, Wen Zhu clenched his fists, ignored the lawyer's suggestion that the child could decide for himself, and spoke again to Wen Si Luo: "Xiao Luo, Uncle wants to have a few words with you alone."

Before either could object, Wen Zhu added: "If after today's talk Xiao Luo doesn't change his mind, I'll leave and give up the custody battle."

Wen Si Luo stared, his still‑wet eyes fixed on Wen Zhu in bewilderment, as if trying to read something from his face.

"Brother," Wen Si Luo called, looking up at Jin Chen in a soft voice.

"Does Guabao want to go?"

Seeing his expression, Jin Chen could guess what he meant and replied helplessly.

Wen Si Luo nodded.

Although he didn't know what that person wanted to say, he certainly didn't want anyone to disturb his life with his brother again.

"Then go ahead, don't be scared—brother will be waiting outside for you."

Jin Chen confirmed there were no secret passages or devices that could be used to sneak the child out, then rose, glanced at Wen Zhu, and said, "Ten minutes."

Wen Zhu sneered, "Fine, ten minutes."