Chapter 1831: After Raising the Good Baby, I Faked My Death 25

Wen Si Luo never imagined it would turn out like this.

He was anxious and fearful, hiding all his feelings; five years of waiting had already spoiled this affection, as if pricked by tiny sharp needles, leaving it mangled.

But when the heart was cut open, all the morbid ailments were removed, inside remained intact love.

It was during the time Jin Chen raised him that he felt the world's purest beauty and trust.

Jin Chen lowered his head, lightly pecked his lips, and chuckled: "Why aren't you speaking again? Just now you were so bold."

Wen Si Luo's arms climbed Jin Chen's neck, he slightly closed his eyes, joy was like reeds spreading across the sky, lightly brushing the heart's tip, both itchy and gentle.

"Brother..." he murmured, his tone a little dazed, his nose brushing against Jin Chen's cheek.

"Kiss me again."

Then another kiss, full of affection beyond mere comfort, fell again, utterly bewitching.

【Detected Villain Blackening Value -5, total 95!】

Wen Si Luo was very happy; he and Jin Chen had a more inseparable relationship, allowing him to make demands freely and openly express jealousy.

But in the underground city, even if he was happy, he couldn't show it.

Wen Si Luo all too well knew how many eyes were watching here, and how many wanted to kill him in secret.

Besides that, Wen Si Luo wanted to manage nothing else, just to take Jin Chen to another place to have a look.

He and Jin Chen set a day to go together to the surface city.

It's not much of a coincidence that this day was near the final round of the banquet auction; even the fighting arena had many extra guests coming early to watch the fun, let alone the various shady wrongdoers and international fugitives.

And that mischievous thief who loved to cause trouble and set off explosions—Mister Aiede had already posted a sky‑high bounty, strictly controlled entry and exit, and everyone knew this hateful thief was somewhere in the underground city, yet no one could find him.

It's said that Mister Aiede was so angry he nearly had a heart attack at his age, and the underground city's populace grew even more restless.

In response, Wen Si Luo appeared somewhat anxious and restless, constantly needing Jin Chen's company to barely stay calm; everyone knew that beside the Fighting King there was an unknown‑identity attendant, and even the exclusive healer Yunran had to stand aside.

At the fighting arena entrance.

"Young Master, I heard you're leaving for a trip today." The masked person stood by the obsidian crystal pillar, subtly and respectfully blocking the two's path to the service elevator.

Jin Chen stared at him for a few seconds, his expression unpleasant.

He was thinking when he could also steal a set to wear; this thing would be even harder to expose.

Wen Si Luo only felt annoyed by the masked person: "What now?"

"Quite inconvenient, Candle Grandpa wants to see you, and also this gentleman beside you." The masked person repeated Wen Zhu's request, then continued: "Besides, you haven't visited Candle Grandpa this week."

"Wen Zhu." Jin Chen raised his eyebrows ambiguously, tightened his arm around Wen Si Luo's waist, and said: "Why not go take a look first?"

These past few nights, while doing all sorts of bad deeds, he actually almost forgot that damned thing.

"Not going."

Wen Si Luo refused bluntly, gripping Jin Chen's wrist with a bit of hardness: "Brother promised to accompany me to the surface city today."

In rebuilding their interaction order, Wen Si Luo's thoughts were extremely sensitive, allowing no unexpected incidents.

"Alright, I'll listen to you." Jin Chen didn't insist either; after all, he still had a chance to kill him.

The masked person heard their conversation, was about to bring people forward to stop them, when he heard the central service elevator stop.

Inside the glass door was a white‑haired Western elder surrounded by the black‑clad assassination squad—this place's owner, Mister Aiede.

He was impeccably dressed, looking refined and scholarly, his gold suit utterly out of place in this dark underground city.

Jin Chen took a look and thought this person might as well have written "I am a pervert" on himself.

The masked person hastily retreated into the darkness, not daring to speak; even Wen Si Luo, who had been ready to leave, stood frozen, his body unconsciously tense.

Holding him, Jin Chen could clearly feel that this wasn't nervousness or fear, but rather a sense of suppression.

Jin Chen's gaze turned cold again as he happened to meet Mister Aiede's eyes, then glanced away without a trace.

"Mister Aiede." Wen Si Luo's tone was mild, not especially respectful, but that was his usual manner, giving nothing away.

"I heard you found a very satisfactory lover—is this him?" Mister Aiede asked.

Jin Chen instantly felt many gazes on him; thinking of his attendant role, he shyly hid himself in Wen Si Luo's embrace.

Wen Si Luo hadn't expected him to do that; inappropriately he wanted to laugh, but he pressed his lips together, restrained himself, and pressed Jin Chen's hand that was furtively pinching his waist, gently hooking his palm in a placating way.

Mister Aiede, smiling like a tiger hiding a blade, was sizing up Jin Chen, but Wen Si Luo stepped forward half a step to block his view, looking at Wen Si Luo with considerable meaning.

"You care a lot about this lover, Wen Si Luo—that's not good."

"What business do you have with me?" Wen Si Luo didn't take the bait, replied softly, glanced at Mister Aiede's dangling left hand, and frowned in puzzlement.

Mister Aiede's face darkened at once; he raised his hand, signaling the secretary behind him to speak.

"Tomorrow is the final auction; the mysterious thief hasn't been found, and the sir is worried, hoping you'll accompany him into the venue from the start of the auction tomorrow."

"Besides… Xiaoduoge was snatched by the mysterious thief."

What the secretary didn't say was that Mister Aiede himself had been beaten by the thief, his entire left arm shattered.

Had the assassination squad not discovered it in time, if Mister Aiede had died, the whole underground city would likely have plunged into chaos.

Xiaoduoge, Mister Aiede's youngest grandson.

Wen Si Luo looked at Mister Aiede in surprise, straightened up a bit, and said: "Fine, I'll be there on time tomorrow."

During their talk, Jin Chen consistently played the role of the obedient lover to the fullest; aside from the subtle moves only Wen Si Luo could feel, to everyone else he showed no movement at all.

By rights, he shouldn't have attracted attention.

Yet Mister Aiede suddenly looked at Jin Chen again, his aged, sharp gray‑blue eyes flickering with inquiry: "Where were you working these past few days?"

Jin Chen: "The fighting arena's drink stall, sir."

"Really? How about a bit earlier?"

Jin Chen showed no change: "I was wandering."

Hmm, Xigemeng is just like that—nothing wrong.

As for acting, Mister Aiede couldn't see through Jin Chen's disguise; the suspicion in his heart vanished as soon as it arose.

That thief was so arrogant, even when leaving he had to blow up several doors—how could he possibly hide as an ordinary waiter?