Chapter 1816: After Raising the Good Baby, I Faked My Death 10

Before Jin Chen briefly stepped out of the private room, Wen Si Luo jumped down from the chair, wrapped his arms around his neck to draw courage, and repeatedly confirmed that Jin Chen would return in ten minutes to pick him up.

"Of course, brother promises."

Jin Chen rubbed Wen Si Luo's little head, "If he touches you anywhere, run out and tell me right away."

Wen Si Luo nodded, "Okay."

Jin Chen gave Wen Zhu, whose anger still hadn't dissipated, a warning look, then left the private room together with the lawyer.

Wen Zhu didn't so easily agree to let it go, and Jin Chen certainly knew this; thus, when he saw outside the private room a dozen or so burly men with fierce auras, ready at any moment to rush in and beat someone up, he felt not the slightest bit surprised.

He even felt some contempt.

Underestimating the enemy will exact a heavy price.

Jin Chen's expression was relaxed; he lazily lifted his eyelids to glance over.

At that moment, inside the private room.

Wen Si Luo watched Wen Zhu's approach very cautiously, dodging back when he tried to reach out, his demeanor extremely cold.

"Don't touch me."

Wen Zhu didn't get angry but smiled, fixing his gaze intently on the child before him, his pupils filled with deep obsession and unwillingness.

Fingers wearing leather gloves slowly tore open the gift bag that Jin Chen had discarded, revealing the dazzling item inside.

It was a brooch; judging by Wen Si Luo's current tastes, it held no appeal whatsoever.

"Actually, this brooch was a gift from your mother to me."

Wen Zhu slowly stroked the brooch, as if lost in memory, a faint smile playing on his lips, yet the madness in his eyes showed no sign of weakening.

Wen Si Luo grew even more puzzled, staring at the man before him who could hardly be called anything but a strange uncle.

He didn't understand why the uncle wore such an expression.

"Now I'm giving him to you, to take your mother's place in raising you—how does that sound?"

Wen Zhu suddenly spoke again, making a motion to pin the brooch onto Wen Si Luo's chest, but Wen Si Luo stepped back a few paces to evade him.

"No good."

Wen Si Luo refused very quickly, showing none of the softness he had in front of Jin Chen; his attitude was unusually firm.

"I like brother; I don't want you to raise me."

Wen Zhu's hand stiffened mid-air.

He drew a deep breath, his eyes gradually darkening, staring at Wen Si Luo as if he were prey trying to flee, "Xiao Luo, don't you understand what I mean, uncle?"

"We are the real family, sharing the same blood."

Wen Zhu suddenly chuckled, regardless of whether Wen Si Luo could understand, his voice low and dangerously intense: "People like us are destined to become madmen—and you are no exception."

"And your so-called brother is merely an ordinary person; can he accept it when you later turn into a madman? Then..."

Wen Zhu lowered his head, leaned in, and spoke word by word with a smile: "Could it be that he won't become the next you mother?"

Wen Si Luo's heart suddenly jolted; the words struck like a hammer, smashing into the heart wound that ought to have been nourished by warmth and affection during this time, carving out many trails of old memories that had festered and oozed pus.

The mother locked in a cage, from the earliest memory filling the whole house with screams and curses; even when held by her, she was always icy cold, filled with painful tears...

"Xiao Luo, by then you'll be unwilling to let your brother go, just as your father couldn't bear to release your mother, and will only torment him to death."

Wen Zhu finally rested his hand gently on Wen Si Luo's head, stroking it twice lightly, but Wen Si Luo felt as if touched by the world's most clammy, chilling tendril, and he shoved Wen Zhu's hand away with utter repulsion.

"Don't touch me!"

Wen Si Luo reacted intensely, coldly staring at Wen Zhu, "You're spouting nonsense."

"Am I talking nonsense? Xiao Luo, you're so smart—surely you know in your heart whether it's true."

Wen Zhu sensed his emotional fluctuations and laughed, growing ever more excited, his eyes even gaining something else: "Sometimes you also doubt that you're different from other kids, don't you?"

Wen Si Luo lowered his gaze, his small hand clutching the edge of his clothes, his breath growing heavier.

"Come with me, Xiao Luo; you don't want brother to live forever in danger, do you?"

"Your father's enemies still have their eyes on you; only your uncle can help you."

Wen Zhu's demonic whisper lingered in his ears, each utterance trying to tear open Wen Si Luo's barely healed wound.

Yet countering that were the bright days spent with brother during this time—each day worth remembering forever, each day filled with happiness.

"No way!"

Wen Si Luo shouted his rebuttal, his fair little face covered in frost, his wary and repulsive feelings intensifying, as if the person before him were not his blood-related uncle but some heinous enemy.

"Brother said he would never abandon me, even if I were a bad child he'd still like me."

"I certainly won't turn out as you say."

He shoved the somewhat startled Wen Zhu hard, then turned and ran for the door.

At that moment, less than ten minutes remained—only a few dozen seconds.

As the private-room door opened, Jin Chen happened to be walking this way, slightly lowering his eyes to straighten the rolled-up cuffs of his shirt; his aura was a coldness Wen Si Luo had never felt before.

"Brother..."

Wen Si Luo didn't know what had happened, and he called out uneasily.

In an instant, the ice melted; Jin Chen lowered his gaze to him, the corners of his mouth curving into a gentle smile, catching the rice-ball that lunged at him.

"Brother."

Wen Si Luo flung himself into Jin Chen's embrace, softly yet urgently calling out several times, the corners of his eyes red as he rubbed against Jin Chen's neck, cooing, "He..."

After thinking for a while, Wen Si Luo chose the best way to tattle, turning his head in Jin Chen's arms to glare angrily at Wen Zhu.

"He wants to touch me, and even take me away—I hate him."

Jin Chen stood silently at the doorway, his dangerous gaze sweeping toward Wen Zhu inside, their surprised eyes locking in a clash.

"Mr. Wen Zhu, your men are as incompetent and hot-headed as you." Jin Chen said coldly.

In the hallway, Wen Zhu's men lay strewn across the floor; one of them still had a dagger in his hand, which Jin Chen had taken away, now twirling it with his pinky finger.

Click.

Inside the private room came the sound of a bullet being chambered; Wen Zhu's sinister eyes flickered with shock, but more so with wariness toward Jin Chen.

"You really aren't an ordinary person."

"Flattery, you're not even a person."

Jin Chen had a gun pointed at him; his eyes darkened slightly for an instant, and he whispered to the child in his arms: "Be good, close your eyes."

Wen Si Luo obediently listened, burying himself in Jin Chen's embrace with eyes tightly shut, yet his hearing was infinitely amplified.

A dagger's whoosh came from the air; Wen Zhu angrily fired, but the gun in his hand disintegrated as if sliced at the instant the trigger was pulled, clattering to the floor with a ding-ling clang.

He stared up in shock; the dagger was already flying straight at him.

In the quiet private room, the sound of dripping blood gradually rose.

The blade tip was embedded in Wen Zhu's arm.

"I hope Mr. Wen Zhu will keep his promise and not appear before Xiao Luo again, otherwise…"

Jin Chen's blade‑sharp gaze swept over Wen Zhu's neck, the meaning clear.

At that moment of being stared at, Wen Zhu felt a threat of death he hadn't felt in ages, far surpassing any mafia he'd encountered abroad.

Just who is this person!

Wen Zhu clenched his blood‑soaked fists unwillingly, but could only watch helplessly as Jin Chen took Wen Si Luo away.

"Brother?" Wen Si Luo sniffed, catching a whiff of blood that faded as they walked away, only then reassured it wasn't from Jin Chen.

Jin Chen scooped up the child hidden in his embrace, lightly pinched the child's cheeks with little effort, and pressed their foreheads together.

"It's okay."

Wen Si Luo finally relaxed, rubbing his forehead, then tilted his head to lean against Jin Chen's chest.

【Detected Villain Blackening Value -10, total 45!】

He firmly believed every word the brother said, never wanting to be separated from the brother.