Chapter 1817: After Raising Guabao, I Faked My Death 11

After that day, Wen Zhu finally realized that Jin Chen was a difficult person to provoke.

Afterward, he tried several times to forcibly take Wen Si Luo away, but never even saw the child's face; the people he sent were either beaten into incapacity or handed over to Jin Chen for various reasons and thrown into big and small detention facilities.

Wen Zhu, whose influence was not domestic, felt fucked up.

Later, whether he came to his senses or was scared stiff by Jin Chen's beating, Wen Zhu actually slunk back abroad and never heard from again.

Often, days pass as quickly as melting ice cream.

Cleary still the child who would daily cling to Jin Chen's arms, begging for a hug, yet in the blink of an eye he had shed his former anxiety and timidity, becoming a young boy nourished and soaked in love and care.

At age thirteen, Wen Si Luo's education shifted from a private tutor to a private academy, while Jin Chen also gradually developed a new business—just when things were looking up.

Midsummer.

The auntie at home had prepared breakfast, the freshly cut fruit divided into two portions, large and small; she glanced upstairs and felt a bit puzzled.

Today, mister and young master seemingly didn't come down to eat at their usual time; won't they still have to go to school later?

Meanwhile, upstairs in the bedroom, the curtains were half-drawn, and Jin Chen pushed open the door.

【Little Luo is thirty minutes later than his usual wake-up time.】 Ling Gun Gun reminded.

"Guabao."

Jin Chen called softly a few times; seeing the blanket stir, he then smiled and walked over, gently patting through the blanket.

"What's wrong today? Even the little vanguard wants to sleep in."

"... Hmph."

Wen Si Luo, half-asleep, revealed half his head, pulled Jin Chen's hand over and buried it, mumbling: "It's all your fault, brother, I can't sleep."

Recently Jin Chen's work had been getting busier; at night, fearing to disturb Wen Si Luo's sleep, he moved to the neighboring room to sleep, but who would have thought it would make the child less able to adapt, only managing to fall asleep very late.

Following the pull of his hand, Jin Chen sat at the head of the bed; Wen Si Luo climbed up, wrapped his arms around his neck and buried his face, his forehead bumping against Jin Chen's chest.

"Brother, don't sleep in the next room, okay?" he cooed softly, his just-woken hazy, moist eyes blinking, feeling utterly wronged.

"Fine, fine, fine, I'll move back tonight."

Jin Chen had no choice; he pulled the air-conditioning blanket up a bit and asked, "Guabao, do you still have to go to school today?"

After a few seconds, Wen Si Luo hummed in agreement, "I have to go."

"First get up and have breakfast; later I'll take you."

Wen Si Luo's eyes lit up; he happily rubbed his face against Jin Chen's, "Okay."

As Jin Chen grew busy, it had already been a while since he personally took Wen Si Luo to school; everything was now handled by the driver.

Seeing the child so happy, Jin Chen's heart softened; he soothed, "Once next month's summer vacation starts, I won't be so busy, Guabao—pick a travel destination ahead of time."

Wen Si Luo looked at Jin Chen and gradually smiled; the gloom of the past few days was swept away.

"I'll choose well." Wen Si Luo said with a reassuring smile.

Today Wen Si Luo was unusually obedient even at breakfast, not picking at the eggs he usually didn't like much, and the auntie's smile never faded.

It's also strange, thought the auntie who had been working in this household for two years; the previous employer had wished the household child would be obedient and not picky about food.

But Mister Jin was different; he actually enjoyed the young master's increasingly picky eating, coming up with all sorts of recipes.

But raising him with such care made a difference; the auntie, full of affection, handed Wen Si Luo warm milk, looking at him like a little prince—even the dolls of TV stars on screen weren't as radiant.

After breakfast, Jin Chen called his secretary, then first took Wen Si Luo to school, fortunately managing to deliver the child before class started.

"If you didn't sleep well last night, call me if you feel unwell."

Jin Chen fastened Wen Si Luo's coat buttons, rubbed his head, and added, "Tonight I'll come back to keep you company for dinner."

"Mm, got it." Wen Si Luo replied; seeing his brother's expectant look, he clung to him and said, "Brother, bring me something tasty."

"Okay."

Jin Chen watched the child off to school with satisfaction.

What he didn't know was that, after getting out of the car, Wen Si Luo sighed helplessly yet sweetly; in truth he didn't want any treats at all—he just wanted his brother to come home soon.

But a smart person must learn to satisfy his brother's sense of accomplishment.

Thanks to the foundation laid by one-on-one private tutoring over the past two years, Wen Si Luo picked up new knowledge quickly; combined with his strikingly handsome appearance, even as a transfer student he suffered no loss in popularity.

Even the teachers paid special attention to this clever child.

But Wen Si Luo at school was unlike how he was with Jin Chen; he was essentially a little ice cube—polite yet distant.

In the eyes of the thirteen- to fourteen-year-old boys who liked to hang out in groups of three or five, he always seemed a bit out of place.

Being out of place meant he would be targeted.

Near the end of the first semester as a transfer student, Wen Si Luo alone dealt with the mistakenly written long‑run roster at the sports meet—a "blunder"—and the incident of being locked in the shower room during PE swimming class.

Wen Si Luo handled it splendidly; those people never dared to provoke him again, and neither the teachers nor his brother knew.

Wen Si Luo certainly remembered his brother's earlier saying that nothing should be concealed, but as he grew older he came to understand the concept of a "bottom line," and in handling these matters he never exceeded the bottom line his brother had set.

So he simply felt there was no need to tell his brother about these trivial matters.

But today, it seemed there was a small mishap.

Wen Si Luo looked at the provocative note placed in the desk drawer and the fake snake whose scariness was unknown, then lowered his eyes and slipped it back; no one noticed anything amiss.

After school, Wen Si Luo first went to the school gate to pick up a delivery parcel, then leisurely headed to the duel site indicated in the provocative note—the extension platform on the sixth floor.

"Hu Ge! That brat really showed up!"

The scrawny lookout, seeing the uniformed Wen Si Luo approach, hurried over to the side of the older student known as Hu Ge, looking rather like a fox borrowing a tiger's might.

Wen Si Luo lifted his fluttering eyelashes slightly, gave a cold glance at the few people waiting for him, and only retained a slight impression of the central Hu Ge.

"You little punk, do you know what mistake you've made? You transfer students all have to pay protection money to Hu Ge, or else don't think you can survive in this school!"

"Wen Si Luo: Campus bullying is illegal."

"Hu Ge:..."

He was a bit embarrassed and angry, his fleshy face showing no trace of youthful innocence: "I'm not breaking the law! If you don't pay up, you still want… ah!!"

A rough shout scared the four lackeys behind him.

There's a snake!! There's a snake!

Hu Ge was terrified by the poisonous snake thrown onto him, sitting down on the ground with a plop, swallowing his saliva and not daring to move.

Wen Si Luo looked down at him from above, curled his lips, and said somewhat wickedly: "This is a poisonous snake; a bite will kill you."

A fourteen-year-old boy who had never come into contact with such things couldn't tell whether the snake was poisonous; hearing that, he was already scared half to death.

Help! Help!!

Hu Ge...... I...... we...... what should we do!

The four lackeys panicked; one grabbed a branch, trying to flick the snake away, but when he turned around another snake had appeared on himself.

After a bout of chaotic screaming, the five youths, including Hu Ge, were about to faint from fright; Wen Si Luo then found it boring and put the two corn snakes he had bought back into the cage.

Don't look for me again.

Wen Si Luo stared seriously at Hu Ge, his icy tone quite solemn.

Wen Si Luo then carefully examined the five people, finding no injuries on them; they were merely frightened.

Wen Si Luo stuffed the cage into his backpack and left alone.