Chapter 1825: After Raising the Good Baby, I Faked My Death 19

The pure white mask was removed, and all emotion in Wen Si Luo's eyes vanished in an instant, leaving him dazed to the point of blankness.

He didn't speak, so the resting room was naturally quiet, only the sound of Jin Chen's approaching footsteps.

Jin Chen raised his hand, placing his palm on Wen Si Luo's bandaged left arm, gazing into his eyes and asking, "Does it hurt?"

Wen Si Luo trembled slightly; through the bandages he couldn't actually feel the warmth of the palm, and besides, that wound had already hurt to the point of numbness.

It was an incredulous tremor, afraid that blinking would make him disappear.

Who is this person?

Everyone in the resting room looked at Jin Chen in confusion, and the next second they heard Wen Si Luo's extremely suppressed voice, his pitch-black eyes fixed on Jin Chen without looking away.

"Get out."

The bodyguard reacted first, thinking the young master was driving away this meddling man, but as he moved to escort him out, he heard an even colder voice.

"I told you to get out."

Wen Si Luo's icy expression began to crack.

"... Yes, Luo-ge, we'll wait outside."

Yunran suddenly realized something, looked at Jin Chen in disbelief, and pulled the curious Zhengyi out of the resting room.

The door shut tightly, blocking out all outside sound.

In the still, somewhat oppressive room, the smell of blood lingered, and Wen Si Luo's wounds were numerous enough to be shocking.

"Who are you?"

Wen Si Luo stared intently at the man before him, having endured to the extreme, unable to conceal his suppressed emotions, which surged in his dark, lightless pupils, even threatening to scatter.

"I am Jin Chen."

Jin Chen couldn't help the sour ache welling in his chest; his warm fingers gently covered Wen Si Luo's eye corners, stroking lightly, his voice soft and pitying, as if afraid to startle him.

"Ten years ago, I took Guabao out of the Fuliyuan, raised him for five years, pampering him into being both spoiled and obedient; due to certain reasons I had to let go temporarily… and we were separated for another five years."

"Sorry, Guabao."

He said those last words heavily and slowly, Jin Chen's voice also a little hoarse, slowly curving into a gentle, familiar smile: "Big brother's back."

Wen Si Luo's heartbeat skipped a beat.

"Big brother..."

Wen Si Luo struggled to utter the title he had awaited in his dreams for five years, his eye sockets burning with tears.

All his endurance meant nothing; only the person before him was real.

The youth flung himself into the embrace, a scorching, tightly clinging hug.

Jin Chen embraced the thin yet strong Wen Si Luo; it was no longer the delicate touch of before, but more like a cold blade forged through relentless tempering.

The trembling body in his arms seemed just pulled from an ice cavern, instinctively seeking the warmth overflowing with sandalwood scent—his unique warmth, absent for five years.

"Big brother is here, big brother knows."

Jin Chen's tightly furrowed brows and eyes spread with an unbearable sourness, his throat also feeling dry, as he gently stroked the back.

"Guabao has suffered much; I came too late."

His response was Wen Si Luo's near-sobbing breaths, urgent and painful.

Jin Chen's waist was locked in pain, enough to feel how much force Wen Si Luo used in the embrace.

Wen Si Luo's bandaged arm kept exerting force, blood seeping out and winding to the back of his hand like a red thread drawing them together.

He could no longer restrain himself, bursting into a heart-rending cry, all collapsed emotions vented, all pretended rationality completely abandoned.

"Big brother…… Jin Chen…"

For five years, Wen Si Luo had never cried except in the dark; now he wept like a little boy who hadn't yet grown up.

Jin Chen simply held him, continuously rubbing his back up and down, also like soothing a child.

【Villain Heartthrob Value +10, total 60!】

Jin Chen cupped his reddened face, wiping away the sticky, scorching tears at the corners of his eyes, and placed a precious, pitying kiss on his brow.

Just as during the five years of raising him, Wen Si Luo's comfort after each grievance.

"Big brother will help you apply medicine."

Wen Si Luo hiccuped, his breathing intense and short, his throat blocked so he couldn't speak a word, his moist black eyes fixed on Jin Chen.

He sat in Jin Chen's embrace, trembling only a few times when the bandages were removed—a pain so intense that even numbness couldn't endure it, a gas escaping from his nose.

The wounds on his left arm were fully exposed before Jin Chen; his breath halted, and dense bitterness and heartache spread instantly.

The skin burst open, revealing large patches of bruises not yet repaired, dark viscous blood clinging, deep enough to see bone.

Wen Si Luo saw the surprise and heartache in Jin Chen's eyes, his tears surging even more; this time his crying was soundless, buried in his neck, trembling faintly.

"It hurts, it hurts."

Wen Si Luo whispered a sob, a vulnerability he had never shown before anyone else.

Only Jin Chen, only he could be.

【Zero Egg.】

【Understood! Exchanging Extreme Speed Healing Gold Sore Medicine for the Host, deducting 200 points!】

The cooling ointment was applied to the arm, feeling soft and non-irritating, much gentler than the potent painkillers used in the fighting arena.

Wen Si Luo seemed exhausted from crying; a cluster of lashes at the corner of his eye was damp, and as he lifted his dark eyes, they trembled.

Jin Chen dared not apply force, wrapping the new bandage with the lightest touch, tying a pretty bow at the arm.

Wen Si Luo slightly lifted the corner of his eye, glanced at the bow for a moment, then suddenly raised his bruised right hand to cover Jin Chen's face, before slowly sliding down to rest against his neck, feeling the pulse.

Afterwards he pressed his ear to the chest, lowering his eyes to feel carefully.

The heartbeat sounded strong, full of vibrant vitality.

Finally, he lifted his gaze to Jin Chen, his fragile, hazy eyes gradually gaining a glimmer.

"Liar."

Wen Si Luo spoke softly, the tone filled with infinite grievance.

"Sorry, Guabao." Jin Chen's voice was muffled, they gently rubbed their scorching, wet eye corners, "It's my fault as the older brother."

"Brother will spend their whole life making it up to you, okay?"

Wen Si Luo's dim eyes trembled slightly, the fingertips gripping Jin Chen's chest clothing tightened, and Wen Si Luo leaned back in.

Wen Si Luo quietly listened to the heartbeat sound— that was the sound of every sleepless midnight over the past five years, longed for yet unattainable.

"Guabao wants to know the reason why older brother... disappeared five years ago?"

Jin Chen knew there were worldly shackles, not easy to explain.

But Jin Chen was even more unwilling for this matter to remain a thorn in Wen Si Luo's heart after they reunited, as long as it wasn't explained clearly, it would forever exist.

That's not good.

But Wen Si Luo shook their head.

Did not dare to listen, did not dare to recall.

Wen Si Luo merely buried themselves in Jin Chen's embrace, enjoying the hug after five years apart.

Until Wen Si Luo's breathing grew soft, after their emotions were heightened and soothed, they fell into a deep sleep in this safe embrace.

In the quiet resting room, Jin Chen sighed lightly, held the person in their arms tighter.