Chapter 1828: After Raising the Good Baby, I Faked My Death 22

The manager never expected that, while he personally waited to reprimand the late server, what arrived was the young master being led over hand-in-hand by the server.

Seeing Wen Si Luo's icy glance, the manager had already figured out how he himself would die.

Xigemeng didn't even say that his backer was the young master!

"Young master, Xigemeng… how could you be together with him?" the manager clung to the hope that perhaps it was just a coincidence.

"He's my person."

Wen Si Luo's voice was cold, without any hint of anger, yet everyone—including the manager and the servers behind the bar—was afraid.

Moreover, the customers in front of the bar shot surprised, probing glances at Jin Chen, wishing they could see what was different about him.

It was Wen Si Luo who was nervous instead.

The possessive desire from his youth grew with time, becoming ever more intense.

Only he himself could be by his brother's side.

Before, he could still tolerate it; now he cannot suppress it at all.

Wen Si Luo slightly stiffened his grip on Jin Chen's hand, his icy black pupils flashing with menace as they swept over everyone staring.

Jin Chen certainly felt his lack of security; he slipped his arm around Wen Si Luo's narrow waist and pulled him closer, saying, "All right, let's leave this place."

"Um, Xigemeng."

Qiao Jia endured and endured, but could still not curb her curiosity; she stood at the bar's edge, waving her hand mysteriously to signal Jin Chen to come over.

Jin Chen felt that this gesture didn't look like it was calling someone over.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, lifted his eyes at Qiao Jia, and said, "Come over and speak."

Qiao Jia didn't dare.

Not everyone dares to directly approach the young master like Xigemeng does! His salary couldn't cover being beaten up by the young master, unless he was cremated on the spot.

Just then, two masked figures walked over from the arena area and stopped behind Wen Si Luo, clearly wanting to report something.

Wen Si Luo didn't really want Jin Chen to know about this.

All his brother needed was to stay safely by his side.

So, when Jin Chen quietly said he'd go chat with a friend, Wen Si Luo didn't refuse, but the instant Jin Chen turned toward someone else, his heart suddenly went empty and he reflexively reached out to grab Jin Chen.

But he still came up empty.

Wen Si Luo's outstretched hand stiffened into a fist, hung at his side, and he coldly stared at the masked figures.

"What do you want?"

"For the next banquet transaction, Mr. Ai Er De wants you to be his bodyguard," the masked figure said in a businesslike tone, his voice as cold and mechanical as a preset.

"Me? What about his assassination squad?"

Wen Si Luo questioned suspiciously, feeling that something was off.

The masked figure fell silent for half a second, then said, "In the last transaction, someone of unknown origin broke in and stole what Mr. Ai Er De had taken a liking to."

It's surprising that someone could actually snatch something from Mr. Ai Er De's hand.

Wen Si Luo's expression grew grave; he couldn't even guess who this person was.

"Understood."

As the masked figure went on to report recent arena match details, Wen Si Luo didn't listen carefully at all, his attention wholly on Jin Chen by the bar, watching him chatting happily with a stranger.

"Good heavens, Xigemeng, I can hardly believe it—you and the young master are… that kind of relationship?"

Qiao Jia, already frightened by her own assumptions, hurriedly asked Jin Chen, "Are you really bed partners? How dare you have such gall?"

He sternly rebutted, "It's a relationship even more intimate than bed partners."

Qiao Jia covered her mouth and exclaimed, "Could it be… a slave?"

Jin Chen: "……"

You An Nu Nuo Si don't have a pure relationship, do you?

He promptly cut off the topic to prevent it from veering into even stranger territory.

"What else do you need from me?"

"Oh right, but it's not me looking for you—it's Fei Luo looking for you."

Thinking of her friend's half‑brother, Qiao Jia couldn't help feeling contempt, pouting as she said, "He's now the deputy manager of Area Two at the trading venue, and supposedly he'll preside over the final banquet transaction two days from now."

"Fei Luo's status has risen; he's searching all over the Underground City for you, and even said he'd shoot you in front of everyone to vent his spite."

Jin Chen scoffed, "A fat Japanese melon in armor is still just a melon—he'll never turn into Napoleon."

"Well then, do you want to go back up… up, Young Master?"

Qiao Jia jumped, her tone shifting, and she hurriedly stepped back two paces.

Wen Si Luo took Jin Chen's hand, his tone slightly harder, and said, "Brother, who is he?"

"He's my friend, Qiao Jia."

Qiao Jia felt for the first time that she shouldn't have understood Chinese.

Otherwise she wouldn't have to endure the Fighting King calling his friend "brother," that intimate term of address.

He froze on the spot and laughed twice.

Wen Si Luo glanced at Qiao Jia, then slipped his finger into Jin Chen's palm, leaning on him with reliance and hidden thoughts, head tilted up as he murmured, "Brother, where are you going?"

His unfathomable dark eyes locked onto Jin Chen, missing no micro‑expression.

"Be good, I'm not going anywhere." Jin Chen lightly embraced him, saying, "Brother will stay with you."

Wen Si Luo's expression eased a little, and he glanced at Qiao Jia.

"I‑I‑I‑I'm leaving!" Qiao Jia turned and ran, bursting into a speed she'd never had before.

Seeing that, the bystanders only thought Wen Si Luo had gotten angry, and they all retreated, pretending they hadn't seen anything.

Jin Chen suddenly laughed, lightly lifted Wen Si Luo's thin chin, lowered his head to look at him, and teased, "Wow, Wen Xiao Luo, you've become a young master who always means what he says."

Wen Si Luo leaned his back against the drink counter, leaned back slightly, gazed at the person before him, instinctively gripping Jin Chen's shirt hem, his eyelashes trembling badly.

"Brother, I don't want to."

Wen Si Luo's nose lightly brushed his cheek, his gaze back at him somewhat hazy and sad, "I'm not strong."

Jin Chen reached out and brushed his face, a gentle touch at the corner of his eye, so tender it was almost unreal.

"It's okay, Guabao."

Just then he moved close, Wen Si Luo's breath winding with sandalwood, he silently stared at Jin Chen, his gaze slowly drifting to his lips.

He lifted his hand, fingertips pressing on Jin Chen's lips; the morbid possessive desire was fully exposed at this moment, boiling, screaming, spasming uncontrollably.

It was as if he were handling something that was his yet could not go any further, a treasure.

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +5, total 65!】

Jin Chen didn't stop him; instead, he curled his lips into a smile, pulling that somewhat restless finger to touch his lips again.

The finger curled a bit, feeling warm and soft, accompanied by what Wen Si Luo thought he could hear—a thump, a blooming, throbbing heartbeat.

But Jin Chen's gaze was clear, making Wen Si Luo lose himself even more; his raven-black lashes finally veiled the dense, inseparable obsession, and he instead pressed his forehead against Jin Chen's face.

"I have training today, brother, come with me."

"Okay." Jin Chen, of course, didn't know what Wen Si Luo had thought in those few seconds; he simply assumed he still lacked a sense of safety.