Chapter 1838: After Raising the Good Baby, I Faked My Death 32

The tank appeared suddenly and withdrew just as quickly; no one knew what magic this mysterious man who appeared out of nowhere had used.

Duoluoge was dazed when he took over.

So Xigemeng wanted him to cooperate, meaning just show up and make an appearance!

Big shot, why don't you take over as this overlord?

Jin Chen had already slipped away.

As Jin Chen left with Wen Si Luo in his arms, swaggering, it ultimately became an eternal mysterious topic of discussion in the underground city.

Actually, his wife had locked his hands and forced him to leave, and someone sensed that if he didn't go back to appease her, big trouble would ensue.

As for Yunran, who carried the secret of the antidote.

When Wen Si Luo asked in the car, Jin Chen boldly pinched his angry wife's cheek and explained, "I didn't save Yunran's sister for nothing."

But he didn't have time to spend all day being a good person.

Wen Si Luo guessed tacitly, lowering his eyes without dodging Jin Chen's affectionate gesture.

"You bribed his sister, then asked in return whether Yunran is the antidote carrier?"

"Hmm… yes." Jin Chen nodded.

Changing bribery into interrogation, that was completely correct.

Yunran's loyalty to his wife is genuine, but as a healer without background and overly 'kind,' rising to such a high position in the underground city is too dazzling even for a protagonist's halo.

When things go awry, there must be an antidote.

Jin Chen lowered his head and lightly kissed Wen Si Luo's cool cheek, saying, "Guabao, don't be mad; let me apologize, okay?"

Wen Si Luo lifted his eyes to look at him: "What did you get wrong?"

Jin Chen: "…Wrong in not continuing to be bound by you?"

"Pfft."

Wen Si Luo suddenly let out a low laugh, seeming self-mocking.

"Brother is not wrong."

As he said that, his gaze toward Jin Chen was misty, his pale cheeks full of lingering fear.

"Binding you like this is not good; you're disobedient."

"But I'm too scared, brother."

Wen Si Luo pressed against Jin Chen's thigh, half-kneeling on him; the smoothly moving carriage had no jolts, and Jin Chen still half-embraced his waist, saying, "Guabao, I…"

Halfway through his words, Wen Si Luo's lunging kiss cut him off, their noses touching, the affection wet and hot with no distance between them.

Immediately afterward, Jin Chen smelled something off, and his tongue tasted a hint of bitterness—it was the medicine Wen Si Luo had hidden under his tongue.

Jin Chen's gaze deepened as he stared at Wen Si Luo for a few moments, then he went limp, lowered his hand, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

Wen Si Luo closed his eyes, long lashes glistening with moisture, nestled in Jin Chen's neck crook, lightly rubbing and whispering.

"I'm so scared… brother, don't blame me, don't blame me…"

I've been crazy for a long time.

The enemy is settled; all that remains is my obsession.

Brother, I want you to never be able to escape.

Wen Si Luo tilted his head, curled in Jin Chen's arms watching the night scenery fly by outside the car window, as if he himself were soaked in boundless, sticky darkness.

The flood surged past the heart, drowning breath; only the driftwood named Jin Chen remained—if lost, it would be even more painful than death.

——

When Jin Chen woke again, it was roughly daytime.

He barely relied on the room's sole window to judge, but the window paper was blurry and had been fitted with iron-spiked railings.

The room is spacious, with plenty of furnishings, but the various items piled at the entrance make one dizzy, unable to tell what they're for.

Jin Chen's hands, feet, and waist were bound by iron chains, inseparable from the bed beneath him; he could only slightly lift his head to observe the interior.

The floor under the bed was carpeted, the walls bore strange picture hangings, and beyond the doorway corridor stood a full-length mirror.

Jin Chen still recalled that, aside from the mirror and odd furnishings, it was roughly a replica of the bedroom he used to have at home.

When Wen Si Luo was little, he liked to go barefoot in summer and occasionally trip flat-footed, so Jin Chen simply carpeted the entire upper floor.

Jin Chen's expression softened with tenderness as he continued turning his head to look at the wall hanging, then his brows suddenly furrowed.

This is not right.

The photo collage recorded Wen Si Luo's many growth milestones from age ten onward, his smile shifting from shy to genuine joy.

But each photo only shows Wen Si Luo, whereas they should have been pictures of them together.

The blank space beside Wen Si Luo was like a void white shadow, blurry and making one's memory dazed.

【Oh dear, a bit scary! But this is because the timeline was pulled back to its normal course; that timeline didn't have you, so……】

Ling Gun Gun sighed, this simply made the overseer heartbroken.

Xiao Luo would be terrified seeing this!

Jin Chen stared in silence for a long time, thinking back to those few days after their reunion—Wen Si Luo said the domestic company still held on, the house too, but losing the things that bore traces of his existence, his Guabao would have to expend how much effort just to 'stay'.

A wordless ache filled his heart, eventually turning into a deep sigh; Jin Chen leaned back against the pillow, and in his blurred vision a phantom light appeared.

【Zero Egg.】

【Huh?】

【Let's drag out the Heavenly Way and give it a beating.】

【Hey!】