Chapter 1827: After Raising the Good Baby, I Faked My Death 21

Yunran obtained consent, brought the little assistant in, and the small cart contained various medicines specially prepared for Wen Si Luo.

Jin Chen glanced at them; most were for treating external injuries, while the unnamed medicines were likely developed by the underground city itself.

In Jin Chen's eyes, they were all things of unknown origin.

"Luo bro, give."

Yunran picked up the wine cup, poured out the powder from the first layer of the bottle, and handed it to Wen Si Luo.

"Wait a moment."

Jin Chen stopped Wen Si Luo's outstretched hand, looking at the powder in the paper bag in Yunran's palm, and asked, "What medicine is this?"

This medicine looks quite suspicious!

Yunran looked at Wen Si Luo and hesitated, saying, "It's a specially made medicine for quickly replenishing stamina; fighters in the arena all have to take it, otherwise the recovery period would be too long."

Jin Chen pinched a bit between his fingertips, raised his eyebrows upon hearing that, and said, "A high-dose stimulant?"

Yunran choked a little, "Actually… pretty much, but it's better for the body than a stimulant, and overall has hardly any side effects."

How blunt this person's speech is.

Jin Chen lowered his gaze again to the quiet Wen Si Luo in his arms and said, "You haven't eaten breakfast, and you're taking stimulants with strong liquor?"

For no reason, as soon as Jin Chen said that, even Yunran, who should have had nothing to do with it, dared not speak.

Only the little assistant, who didn't know Jin Chen's identity, glanced over in surprise, sensing from those words a hint of helplessness and resentment.

Wen Si Luo lifted his head to look at him; his dark eyes held sorrowful and desolate grievance, yet his tone was nearly flat and straightforward.

"Nobody cares about me."

Just a few short words caused that meaningless reproach to collapse utterly.

Before Jin Chen could respond, the next sentence came bombing in.

"If I don't take this, I'll be in great pain and won't be able to win."

Jin Chen inexplicably heard resentment in those words.

After a few seconds of silence, Jin Chen took a deep breath, suppressing the chaotic thoughts and faint anger in his heart.

"Brother will take care of you; from now on, won't you stop taking it?"

Wen Si Luo's eyelashes twitched slightly as he bit hard on his own tongue, his eyes dimmed to show no light at all.

I shouldn't have said that.

He clearly didn't want to make his brother angry at all.

"Okay."

Wen Si Luo leaned against Jin Chen's palm; the unconscious sorrow in his eyes turned into longing as he said, "I won't take it."

"Take it away." Wen Si Luo's tone was slightly cold, directed at Yunran and the little assistant.

Yunran hesitated and said, "Luo bro, actually I suggest you taper off this medicine gradually; since the start of this year, your dosage has been three times that of an ordinary fighter, and quitting abruptly would leave your bodily functions unable to keep up."

Jin Chen's brows knit tightly, and a heaviness settled in his heart.

Last night he took Wen Si Luo's pulse; over the past five years his body had been completely depleted, and since the fighting arena is inherently a life‑risking profession, continuing like this would only repeat the past and lead to death in the ring.

But he insisted that Wen Si Luo live a long life.

"It's fine," Jin Chen said. "I have a way; go pour a cup of hot water and buy some stomach‑nourishing breakfast."

Wen Si Luo glanced at Yunran and told him to do so.

"All right." Yunran said no more, pushed the small cart loaded with various bottles and jars of ointments and pills away, and the little assistant followed closely behind.

Jin Chen thought of getting up to change Wen Si Luo's clothes—he couldn't go out in his pajamas—but as soon as he pulled his arm free, Wen Si Luo reflexively clutched tight, his eye sockets reddening as if stained with cinnabar.

"Where are you going?"

Are you angry……

Wen Si Luo helplessly pressed his lips together, his heart feeling as if it were being gnawed with pain.

But his longing is real, and the resentment and hatred accumulated day by day are also real.

How could the past be so easily uncovered?

"Good, I'll go get clothes to change you into."

Jin Chen's tone was ordinary, without the anger he had imagined, and he personally changed Wen Si Luo's clothes.

He even teased, "These clothes aren't very nice-looking, but Guabao is prettier now and looks good in anything."

Wen Si Luo gave a soft hum and said, "I don't want to be pretty."

Yet this compliment came from Jin Chen, and he didn't dislike it at all.

Wen Si Luo finally let out a hint of pleased smile, regaining a bit of his former obedient and soft demeanor.

——

Feeding Wen Si Luo spoon by spoon, who was reluctant to leave his embrace, they finished breakfast; the wristband on Jin Chen's service uniform vibrated—a furious urging from the manager.

"Xigemeng! You've barely started work and you're late—do you not want this month's salary? Get your ass back to work!"

"I'll go; let Georgia cover my shift first." Jin Chen said without a hint of panic.

Having said that, he didn't listen to the manager continue his roar‑like shouting, but preemptively cut off the communication.

Wen Si Luo's eyes darkened slightly; he looked at Jin Chen doubtfully and asked, "Who is Xigemeng?"

"It's me, the jinx." Jin Chen pointed at himself.

Wen Si Luo made an "oh" sound, not asking why Jin Chen would be Xigemeng, or whether he and Xigemeng were the same person—in fact, it really didn't matter at all.

As long as he is Jin Chen, that's fine.

"You're working as a new server in the fighting arena; you're broke now." Wen Si Luo adeptly extracted the key information from the manager's words.

Although it sounds heart‑wrenching, it's indeed the case.

"No, you're not poor."

Wen Si Luo shook his head, pursed his lips, and muttered, "Your company is still here; I didn't let anyone take it away."

"And… our house is still here, too."

He just wanted to oversee things from Annuo Si City to Huaxia X City, and Wen Si Luo had poured a lot of energy and money into it, especially during the first two years under Wen Zhu's high-pressure control.

"I have money too." Wen Si Luo's eyes finally lit up.

"You'd give it all to me?" Jin Chen teased, asking deliberately.

Wen Si Luo nodded, without hesitation: "Okay."

He didn't see anything wrong with it, and was actually a little eager, wanting to prove that even if he put himself aside, there were still things that could hold onto Jin Chen.

"Silly kid."

Jin Chen tapped his forehead, then couldn't help but hug Wen Si Luo again, holding him so tightly that Wen Si Luo felt an overwhelming sense of security, his dependence making him tremble.

"Brother…"

Wen Si Luo rubbed his cheek against his shoulder, his voice faintly trembling with tears.

"I miss you so much."

Jin Chen's throat tightened as he gently stroked Wen Si Luo's hair and the back of his neck, saying, "Be good, big brother will soothe you."