Chapter 1843: After Raising Guabao, I Faked My Death 37

Returning to this city again, the sky poured down a heavy rain.

Annuonos City rarely sees such a rainy season; year after year it is dry and resolute, with smoke lingering.

After passing two streets, Wen Si Luo saw the familiar buildings from his memory; a damp, hazy feeling enveloped the whole city, and the air carried a unique fresh chill.

Every scenic spot here, every place suitable for going out to pass the time, Wen Si Luo had experienced; they were filled with all his memories worth cherishing.

The car stopped outside the villa.

A Si glanced at the rearview mirror, without urging, and rather sentimentally looked out the car window at the villa's main gate.

Jin Chen's coat outer button undone, in his arms was the silent Wen Si Luo, gazing at the window.

"Guabao, we're home."

Wen Si Luo softly hummed, was held by Jin Chen as they got out of the car, and hand in hand they walked toward the home door they had long been apart from.

A Si put their only luggage inside, then sensibly left the living room, happily taking the 'treasure' he'd scavenged from the underground city to the servant's room on the side to clean it.

Except for the photos and paintings Wen Si Luo took away, everything in the house was unchanged from before, only the long‑vacant emptiness and loneliness.

Warm yellow light shone; outside the floor‑to‑ceiling window the rain poured down, and they briefly exchanged a kiss in the living room.

"Are you unhappy?" Jin Chen stroked his hair and asked softly.

Wen Si Luo shook his head. "I'm very happy."

It was just that his emotions overflowed, really impossible to put into words.

【Detected Villain Blackening Value -10, total 25!】

Wen Si Luo tilted his head, again pulling at Jin Chen's shirt corner to kiss him, but something was shoved into his mouth.

Wen Si Luo stared, and before he could react he already tasted sweetness spreading across his tongue.

"Milk candy?"

Jin Chen's lips curled slightly, he raised a hand to lightly touch Wen Si Luo's forehead hair, "Yeah, milk candy, the kind Wen Xiao Luo loves most."

Wen Si Luo's eyes curved, he pointed at his own lips, fingertip lightly pressing, a faint pink showing, "Brother, want to eat?"

With such an invitation, how could Jin Chen let it pass?

Afterward, the fatigue from the journey seemed to disappear as well; Wen Si Luo became especially proactive, clinging to Jin Chen, not wanting to go out or see anyone else.

But Jin Chen could feel that his home's Guabao's condition kept improving, and his mood swings were no longer like those in the underground city, where they swung wildly enough to cause worry.

For many hours after returning home, Wen Si Luo was happy.

The environment really can affect a person.

This place holds too many memories; even if the timeline's twist left something missing, Jin Chen patiently accompanied Wen Si Luo to gradually make up for the lost memories.

The home became warm and cozy again, just as before.

Besides that, it was the management of the company.

Before, Wen Si Luo had hired others to manage the company, only occasionally showing up for major decisions, while the boss behind the scenes had always been Jin Chen.

This time returning to the country, Wen Si Luo's emotions had eased, so he returned the company to Jin Chen; the assistant team had already been replaced with a new batch, each hand‑picked by Wen Si Luo, posing no danger.

After all, it was the company Jin Chen had founded with his own hands; taking it over again posed no difficulty, and if there were any troubles, they would exist.

For example, not being accustomed to being 'forgotten'.

Jin Chen often didn't realize that people in this city who had formerly cooperated with him or shared a brief friendship had no memory of him, so when working together again there would inevitably be some laughable mix‑ups.

Even some business partners secretly asked Wen Si Luo, "Does your company's new Chief Executive Officer have any special abilities, like mind‑reading?"

At this point, Wen Si Luo, who openly served as Chief Assistant, would respond with a cold, solemn face.

"Our Chief Executive Officer is merely god‑like at foreseeing things."

Yes, after Jin Chen ret took over the company, Wen Si Luo strongly demanded that this position could only be his.

What truly made Wen Si Luo have this thought was that, after Jin Chen took over the company, he became much busier.

Another morning, the study opened an online meeting.

Jin Chen listened to the report, occasionally glancing at the hanging clock on the opposite wall, calculating in his mind when Wen Si Luo would wake up.

But perhaps because he wasn't beside him to keep him company, Wen Si Luo woke up earlier than usual, waiting alone in the room for a while, still not seeing Jin Chen.

A few minutes later, the study door was pushed open.

Wen Si Luo wore pajamas, looked at him with a hint of grievance, then walked in without any reservation.

His steps on the plush carpet were light, making no sound like a cat.

During these days after returning, Jin Chen was unusually attentive to raising Wen Si Luo well; in just two months he had again grown soft flesh, and his bad temper showed only in front of Jin Chen.

Jin Chen looked at his angry wife, just about to end the meeting first, but Wen Si Luo stopped him.

He raised an eyebrow, silently watching Wen Si Luo's next move.

Wen Si Luo tilted his head and smiled, as if provoking, he braced his hands on the table and leaned forward, only a few inches from the camera, sitting in that posture with his toes stepping on Jin Chen's thigh.

Jin Chen's breathing deepened; he pressed down on the ankle that was kicking about, his deep eyes narrowing slightly with danger, his stern expression becoming even more grave.

The Director reporting the quarterly work on the screen was startled, stuttering a few times, thinking he had misspoken.

But the Chief Executive Officer had no intention to interrupt, so he could only continue nervously.

Wen Si Luo found it amusing, his antics worsening; the toe not held down lifted Jin Chen's shirt hem and pressed onto his abs.

Meeting Jin Chen's warning gaze, he merely gave an innocent blink, sly and coquettish.

Jin Chen raised his hand to turn off the camera, gesturing to the Director who thought he had misspoken, "Please continue."

Then he raised his hand, pulling the ankle to draw the person into his embrace.

"Ah…"

Wen Si Luo let out a soft exclamation, then Jin Chen covered his mouth; he almost slipped down, and the arm locked at his waist easily undid the pajama tie.

Wen Si Luo just wanted to tease, but didn't want to be bullied again; the vigor from last night hadn't faded yet.

He widened his eyes in protest, pushing with his legs to avoid being held, wanting to jump down.

Don't move.

Jin Chen warned him in a low voice by his ear, voice tinged with a smile, "You're so bold, why do you want to run now?"

Wen Si Luo felt numbness creep up his spine, he muttered with a hum: "Bad person."

Although he said that, he unconsciously found a comfortable posture to nestle in, the red mark on his neck ambiguous.

【Detected Villain Blackening Value -5, total 20!】

Jin Chen held him while finishing the remaining meeting, reported something he didn't hear clearly, but Wen Si Luo caught the key point about going to discuss cooperation.

After the meeting ended, Wen Si Luo knelt-sat on Jin Chen's thigh, tilted his head and kissed the corner of his lips.

"Brother, I want to go be your assistant."

Jin Chen picked up the tea cup beside him and fed a few sips to the person in his arms, hearing this he wondered: "Why suddenly want to come be an assistant, didn't you say you didn't want to go out?"

Being an assistant isn't that easy.

If you ask for the reason, Wen Si Luo has plenty.

"Brother, don't you want to work together with me?"

"But being separated from brother for too long makes me sad; at the company I can always accompany you."

"When I was little... I always envied brother's assistant, not having to wait at home every day, could accompany you to many places..."

Wen Si Luo leaned on his shoulder, gradually his voice choked with grievance, making Jin Chen unable to muster any refusal.

Although someone is all thunder and no rain, with an expression as grievous as possible, not a single tear is seen.

But it's just the chief assistant, it's not like there can only be one.

His family's Guabao only needs to provide emotional value, be a pretty treasure in the office, other work duties can just find another assistant.