Chapter 1882: The Frail Young Master's Blessed Beauty Wife 37

Ye Zining had changed into a new outfit from somewhere, looking much more presentable than before, but his faintly collapsing mentality and the overly alert way he snapped his head at any sound genuinely startled Jin Chen.

This person looked as if he had gone mad.

Jin Chen sized him up for a few moments, deliberately chose a seat farther away, and asked, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

Ye Zining turned sideways to face Jin Chen, a few strands of his casually swept‑down bangs falling over his gloomy eyes, yet his tone was unnervingly gentle.

"Young Master Jin……"

Memories of his past and present lives kept replaying in his mind, tearing Ye Zining apart to the brink of madness; he only regretted that the timing of his recollection was so wrong.

But things had come to this.

All Ye Zining wanted was to strip Ye Yuchi of all protection—preferably making his fate three times worse than in his previous life!

Ye Zining's eyes hardened, his fingers clenched involuntarily, and a flicker of uncontrollable hatred leaked from the corner of his eyes—gone in an instant.

"Young Master Jin, I need to tell you something."

Jin Chen dismissed the attendants, his narrow peach‑blossom eyes slightly narrowing, and said, "Speak."

"Ye Yuchi is by no means the good husband you think he is."

Faced with this biggest variable of his past and present lives—the Jin Family young master who should have died long ago—Ye Zining spoke each word as if weeping, deliberately softening his gaze.

"I know… you want to say that you're aware of all the things Ye Yuchi has done, but it goes far beyond that."

Ye Zining trembled all over, struggled to kneel, and grabbed the hem of Jin Chen's robe, "You don't know—Ye Yuchi… how many wicked deeds he has done, having lived two lifetimes!"

Jin Chen jerked his hand away, glanced at Ye Zining's expression without changing his face, and the resentment in him seemed genuine, not feigned.

It seems he really has remembered.

Ye Zining continued in a mournful voice, "Don't you care? Do you truly not care that Ye Yuchi lived two lifetimes and committed countless heinous atrocities?"

"In his previous life, Ye Yuchi even jinxed you to death!"

Bang!

The door of the side chamber was pushed open.

Jin Chen looked at Ye Yuchi with some surprise.

"How did you come here?"

"My lord!"

Ye Yuchi hurriedly pushed the door open, just in time to hear that remark; his heart felt as if doused with ice water, and his pallid expression betrayed his current tension.

He paid no attention to Ye Zining beside him, and in his panic he also dropped to his knees, clutching Jin Chen's sleeve with trembling fingers, his voice breaking into incoherence.

"My lord, please hear my explanation."

"What do you have to explain?"

The combined grudge of Ye Zining's past and present lives made him want to tear Ye Yuchi apart, and he suddenly thrust a hand to shove him.

"Don't you remember what happened last time? It was merely a matter of making you a substitute bride…"

Ye Zining's tears streamed down, his voice choked to the limit, and the resentment over failing to protect his family in both lifetimes continually tangled in his heart.

"Even if you hold a grudge, direct it at me—why kill my parents? And you… you also want to steal Duan Linfeng!"

"Ye Yuchi! Do you dare admit it? Admit that you haven't schemed endlessly, admit you're not a husband who's done every evil deed, admit it wasn't you who jinxed the Jin Chen of your previous life to death?"

Ye Yuchi's expression shifted instantly, and he slapped Ye Zining's face hard, the sharp crack of the slap ringing out.

"Shut up!"

Ye Yuchi's gaze toward Ye Zining turned fierce, realizing that this person before him was also the one who, in his past life, had caused him to die without a whole corpse; his narrow phoenix eyes brimmed with cold killing intent.

He gripped Ye Zining's chin tightly, lunged forward, and almost madly demanded, "What have I done? Have I never defended myself before? When did I ever want to take Duan Linfeng?"

"To a beast like him, only you regard him as more important than an eyeball—don't you realize that even in this life?"

Ye Zining felt somewhat dazed, his head pounding terribly; one moment it was the dream of Duan Linfeng's attentive care, deep affection that made others envious, the next it was the affair exposed at the tavern that day, and Duan Linfeng's unsparing scolding and beating.

"No…"

In his peripheral vision, Ye Zining saw Jin Chen seated high on the main seat, calm as a deity in a niche, watching them tear at each other.

Ye Zining then suddenly muttered softly, a cold sneer.

"Ye Yuchi… don't think you can divert from the main point."

"Duan Linfeng… anyway, he's already dead."

"What matters most right now is definitely not this!"

"It's true that you jinxed Jin Chen to death, and it's true that you let the Jin family down to the point of utter despair—how can you still feel comfortable being his husband? How dare you!"

Ye Yuchi felt as if struck by lightning.

He froze on the ground, barely able to keep his kneeling posture, and dared not look to see Jin Chen's current expression.

In the side chamber where the argument raged, a deathly silence finally fell.

Ye Zining finally regained a fraction of his sanity, his madness fully exposed; he still wanted to utter some "evidence," and the dagger clenched in his palm was itching to strike, but suddenly his mute point was struck.

He looked up in terror, and the next instant Jin Chen kicked him hard, flipping him over and losing the best chance to kill Ye Yuchi.

Jin Chen slowly exhaled a turbid breath.

What Ye Zining took for Jin Chen's indifferent cold stare was actually him unable to find a chance to interject, and moreover fearing he might accidentally hurt Ye Yuchi.

That's really frightening.

Jin Chen rubbed his brow, took Ye Yuchi's hand, and said, "Ah Ci, please get up first."

Ye Yuchi's hand was ice‑cold to the bone; when it met warmth, it shuddered violently, dread and unease sweeping through him as he timidly lifted his gaze, his narrow phoenix eyes suffused with an odd red.

"My lord…"

He didn't know how much Jin Chen believed him, but even a fraction would be enough to alter the hard‑won, long‑dreamed‑of tenderness of his rebirth.

Ye Yuchi was terrified of losing these.

"My lord, don't believe him… no, that's wrong—I'm the one at fault, I made a mistake…"

Ye Yuchi's grim, pale, coldly beautiful face streamed with miserable tears as she knelt before Jin Chen, her black hair disheveled, like a tamed gorgeous poisonous snake.

Jin Chen felt a pang in his heart, without hesitation pulled him into his embrace, palm covering his ears, "Ah Ci, Ah Ci."

After a while, Ye Yuchi barely managed to calm down, his tense body still trembling slightly, his face lifted and forced to look up, his wet eyes meeting Jin Chen's warm and tolerant gaze.

"You didn't kill me."

Ye Yuchi shook his head, "I... I have."

He choked out a sound, his emotions on the verge of collapse, he suddenly flung himself into Jin Chen's embrace, forehead against his neck, gripping his shoulders tightly.

"Sorry, I don't know why... I thought I was dead, but I'm not dead; I've done many bad things... but... but in this life I never intended to harm you."

"I know, I know, Ah Ci."

Jin Chen kissed the tip of his nose, soothing him in a low voice, his tone soft enough that only they could hear.

"I know you have past and present lives, and I know there was no little young master Jin in your past life, but Ah Ci, here there is Jin Chen, do you understand?"

Ye Yuchi stared for a moment, murmuring to repeat those words, his bewilderment gradually turning to realization, his icy fingertips lightly brushing Jin Chen's cheek.

"Only in this life are you... Jin Chen."

"Then... the previous life."

Jin Chen said righteously: "Not bad, otherwise I'd be jealous."

Ye Yuchi: "..."