Chapter 1819: After Raising Guabao, I Faked My Death 13

Xiao Kui is a very pretty girl.

But all the assistants in the CEO's office are outstanding; moreover, everyone knows the CEO only cares about his precious younger brother, and after he threw flirtatious glances at a blind man two years ago, the talented young men and beautiful women in the company all abandoned this Mary Sue storyline.

Even so, it never really eased Wen Si Luo's worries deep inside.

"Young Master, please drink this milk first; I ordered the cake President Jin usually gets, and it will be delivered soon."

Wen Si Luo sat on the sofa, turned another page of the book in his hand, and softly said thank you.

The noble, doll-like handsome boy even had his page-turning joints pale and reddish, far healthier than a few years ago, and even more eye-catching.

After setting down the milk, Xiao Kui casually sat beside Wen Si Luo and asked him about various aspects of Jin Chen's life.

Wen Si Luo's expression turned cold instantly; he lifted his eyelids to glance at the impeccably dressed assistant and said, "What are you asking this for?"

"After all, I'm new here; I might end up dealing with President Jin's daily trivialities someday."

Seeing that obvious smile on his face, Wen Si Luo almost instantly understood the person's intention.

"I don't think this is within your job scope."

Wen Si Luo put down his book, his clear, perceptive gaze seeming to see into people's hearts, and said, "Don't try to seduce my brother."

Xiao Kui: ""

I never expected this young master to speak so bluntly.

"Young Master, you misunderstood; I was just asking casually, not to disturb your rest."

Xiao Kui stood up and left; the lingering scent of her suit skirt was noticeable, making Wen Si Luo frown slightly, his fingertips lightly touching his nose, without noticing any other small movements.

Xiao Kui sent the few secretly taken photos to some overseas account, then quickly erased the records.

Wen Si Luo opened the lounge window for fresh air; the wind blowing in from the high floor was exceptionally cold, rushing to occupy the heating's space.

He exhaled lightly, eyes half-closed against the cold wind, his jet-black lashes drooping to shield his eyes, also hiding the emotions surging within.

Until the lounge door opened again, another assistant exclaimed, "Young Master, why are you standing out here in such cold weather?"

"Your cake has arrived; the meeting is expected to end in another fifteen minutes, so just wait a bit longer."

This assistant is someone Wen Si Luo knows by name, having worked at the company for years; Wen Si Luo grunted in acknowledgment and closed the window.

Fifteen minutes later, Jin Chen arrived at the lounge.

"I heard Guabao is out here blowing in the cold wind; are you upset from waiting too long?"

Jin Chen looked toward the sofa, where the boy wrapped in a blanket was reading, undid two buttons of his collar, and casually sat down.

"It's not because I've been waiting too long."

Wen Si Luo, still wrapped in the blanket, leaned into Jin Chen's embrace, his warm cheek pressing against Jin Chen, letting out two dissatisfied hums as he recalled a classic line.

He poked Jin Chen's shoulder and muttered softly, "Brother really knows how to attract bees and butterflies."

Jin Chen: ""

Goodness, I wonder what the kid has been secretly watching lately.

"What are you talking about?"

He pinched Wen Si Luo's earlobe, his low tone tinged with helplessness, and said, "I just went to a meeting—how could that possibly be related to attracting bees and butterflies?"

If we really talk about attracting bees and butterflies, Jin Chen recalled the scene when, before winter break, he picked up Wen Si Luo from school and witnessed a confession at the school gate; although his child rejected it outright, it still made him realize.

While he diligently raised the child, many people in the inaccessible academy had already developed feelings for Wen Si Luo.

Over the past few years, Wen Si Luo's Blackening Value has dropped to a single digit; he is no longer the moment‑to‑moment life‑or‑death villain from the original plot, disguising himself with bloodlust and cruelty.

Jin Chen raised him to be both delicate and obedient.

Wen Si Luo remained subdued, his half‑opened, half‑narrowed dark eyes filled with a gloomy light, softly rubbing against Jin Chen's neck as if testing whether to speak.

"So many people like you, Brother—do you also want to start dating?"

Jin Chen's brow twitched slightly; the fingertips gripping Wen Si Luo's neck eased, instead slowly pulling the boy out, and he asked, somewhat dangerously,

"How did you suddenly bring this up, or are you saying Guabao has something on her mind?"

Early romance is not advisable!

And other people's early romances must be stopped even more.

Wen Si Luo stared at Jin Chen in silence, as if wanting to speak but hesitating; in the end he slowly pressed his lips together and shook his head.

Only then did Jin Chen relax, saying, "Tonight the company executives have a dinner party; Guabao, come along and help me fend off drinks, okay?"

"Hmm."

Wen Si Luo then buried himself again in his brother's embrace.

Their interaction remained as soft as before, unchanged, which was originally fine.

But Wen Si Luo felt extremely sad inside.

——

At this dinner there were many people Wen Si Luo had only met a few times, or never seen before.

This quickly made him realize it was far from an ordinary gathering, and while helping Jin Chen fend off drinks he put in twelve‑percent effort.

Naturally, Wen Si Luo's drink‑blocking wasn't about helping him drink; whenever someone wanted to toast Jin Chen, if they were unfamiliar, Wen Si Luo's domineering temper flared and he declared that Jin Chen must not drink.

Yet he wasn't annoying at all—besides, the brother himself was happy to indulge him, so they certainly knew it was Jin Chen's intention.

After three rounds of drinks, once the buzz set in, someone would always start speaking without restraint.

Somehow the topic turned to them.

"The boss treats his brother so well; if he ever gets a wife, he'll surely be a model husband."

The speaker was a young director, his words full of flattery; Jin Chen didn't know what he thought of, chuckled lightly, and casually moved on from the topic.

But to an observant person, it actually carried another meaning; the youth beside the director glanced shyly and timidly at Jin Chen.

Jin Chen didn't notice; Wen Si Luo unconsciously composed his expression, then immediately told Jin Chen he was tired and wanted to go rest.

Coincidentally, the dinner was already winding down, and after Jin Chen spoke, it was about time to disband.

The winter night wind was cold, the temperature near zero.

Wen Si Luo wore Jin Chen's windbreaker coat, a towel covered half his face, standing at the doorway waiting for the person exchanging pleasantries to finish speaking, the fingertips hidden in his sleeve cuff were somewhat tense, showing a bluish-white pallor.

The one who approached Jin Chen to talk was precisely that young man, reportedly the partner for next quarter's collaboration, the same age as Jin Chen and coincidentally sharing similar interests.

Outside the door the wind howled; Wen Si Luo waited at a distance, his eyes reflecting the scene of his brother and a stranger standing side by side under the brilliant lobby lights.

Not knowing what they were discussing, Jin Chen and the young man both turned their gazes toward Wen Si Luo, their expressions differing.

Jin Chen's face still showed gentleness toward Wen Si Luo, gesturing for him to come over immediately.

Yet a fleeting hint of subtle jealousy flashed in the young man's eyes.

The corner of Wen Si Luo's mouth, hidden beneath his scarf, curled up; he had already guessed.

Yet another suitor rejected by his brother.

"Brother."

Wen Si Luo stepped forward a few paces, his dark, translucent pupils glistening with moisture, the tip of his nose flushed red.

"I'm cold," he said, sounding utterly aggrieved.

Jin Chen hastily took Wen Si Luo's hand; coming out of the private room, it was a bit chilly.

"All right, let's go home."

Afraid that standing too long would let the temperature difference give the child a cold, he no longer had the patience to discuss the collaboration, casually made a few excuses, then left while holding his own glutinous rice ball.

In fact, after Jin Chen bewilderedly heard this confession, he had already anticipated that the collaboration would not proceed as planned.

Wen Si Luo quietly turned his head, glancing at the young man; his eyes were somewhat sly, lively and beautiful.

The young man realized something, then in a sudden burst scoffed and dismissed it; Wen Si Luo simply pretended not to have seen.

Even if he discovered it, what then?