Chapter 2049: My Wife Keeps Throwing Herself Into My Arms 39

Compared to the tradition Qiao Yu mentioned, the design of the old Yun family residence actually leans toward the avant-garde; from the outside, one might even think it was intentionally styled that way.

But only upon entering does one realize how disparate the interior and exterior styles are.

It seems the people living inside are the same.

Upon entering the Main Gate, Qiao Yu involuntarily became silent and reticent, appearing very ill at ease.

Jin Chen again recalled the words Lu Ziyan, having heard they were coming back, had specially phoned to remind them of.

The Yun family treated Qiao Yu very well, but it was overly suffocating; since childhood Qiao Yu had hoped for a harmonious family, so he endured for many years.

Stepping into the reception hall.

"Xiao Qiao is back."

A voice full of joy rang out first; Qiao Yu lifted his smiling face, but upon fully entering he was startled and froze in place.

He had thought he would only see his second aunt and father upon returning, but what met his eyes was a house full of relatives, each face bearing a smile—genuine, earnest, or feigned.

But it was indeed real—a harmony and liveliness rarely seen even at the New Year reunion feast.

"You said you'd bring your boyfriend home tonight; we've prepared early, and you, this child, should have said so sooner."

The second aunt walked over, embraced Qiao Yu's shoulders, and hugged him, bringing him back to himself.

Qiao Yu stepped back half a step, looking at Jin Chen in near astonishment, then suddenly understood.

It was Jin Chen.

He had only said on the phone that he was bringing his boyfriend to meet the parents; if it weren't for Jin Chen's arrangements, how could the house possibly be like this?

Jin Chen, with just one evening, had the Yun family weave a beautiful dream he had long yearned for.

Over the next two hours, Qiao Yu truly felt as if he were living in a dream.

His mother, who had always been strict and felt that not inheriting the family business meant being unlearned, showed rare tenderness at the dinner table and even began to care about entertainment industry matters—something unheard of.

They seemed like an ordinary but loving family, concerned about his life, no longer cold demands and permissiveness.

Throughout, Jin Chen stayed by his side, giving Qiao Yu an anchor in the dream so he wouldn't be lost, and thus he wouldn't miss it when he pulled away.

At nine p. m., Qiao Yu and Jin Chen said their goodbyes and left the Yun residence.

Qiao Yu declined the suggestion to stay overnight at home and chose to stay at a hotel not far away.

"Xiao Qiao."

At the moment the suite door closed, Jin Chen softly called out.

Qiao Yu, however, did not turn back; he merely faced away, lowered his head slightly, and after a few seconds could not help but lift his hand to wipe away the tears and mist welling in his eyes.

"Are you blaming me for making a private arrangement?" Jin Chen asked gently.

"No… how could I blame you?"

Qiao Yu wiped his tears dry, but when he turned around his eye sockets were still red.

"I just haven't come to my senses; tonight felt like a dream."

Even if the dream eventually fades, the feelings of the one who dreamed it are enough for him to remember for a long time—an existence more precious than the dream itself.

He opened his mouth, having many things he wanted to confide in Jin Chen, but his throat felt blocked by tears, and he could say nothing.

Qiao Yu returned to the door and walked toward Jin Chen, opening his arms in front of him for a hug.

Jin Chen bent down, embraced him, supporting his thighs as he walked inward.

This position really gave a strong sense of security.

Qiao Yu instinctively buried his face in the crook of the neck, rubbing all his tears in, and when he spoke again his voice was soft: "How can you be so good to me, I…"

"What if I can't repay your kindness? If I have to cling to you every day, and later you grow tired of me, would you grow tired of me?"

Perhaps because he had drunk two cups of wine tonight, Qiao Yu's speech was inevitably garbled, but Jin Chen surprisingly understood his meaning.

Jin Chen held Qiao Yu as they sat down, leaned back, then lifted him up, cradling his face and saying: "I like you clinging to me; I'm glad that person is me—do you understand?"

Qiao Yu's dazed heart softened, and much sweetness was poured into it.

"But… I'm a little afraid; I don't know how long the task will last, you treat me so well, and I don't know how to do better for you…"

Jin Chen lowered his head and kissed him, saying, "Xiao Qiao, we're dating, not doing business."

"In this regard, I don't need your reciprocal courtesy."

"Furthermore…"

Jin Chen restrained his waist, pulling him into his embrace, sucking on his reddened earlobe, and said: "I'll get it back from elsewhere."

Qiao Yu shuddered all over, a pale red quickly spreading from his neck to his cheeks like a rose blooming to decay, his gaze still devoted and pure, making one unable to resist wanting to tease him.

Yet Qiao Yu, lacking any self‑awareness, kept offering himself, obediently submitting to the kisses.

Hearing Jin Chen's final words, Qiao Yu instead felt able to relax.

The drunken Xiao Qiao had courage greater than heaven, remembering none of last night's waist and back soreness, trembling with ardent affection, eager to kiss and embrace.

In a daze, dawn arrived.

Qiao Yu also didn't hear the system's announcement.

【Today's mission completed, gained 10 hours of life.】

【Currently re‑detecting the Host's self‑attack progress; when progress reaches 100%, unbinding can be performed……】

【Host's self‑attack progress: 98%】

——

Early in the morning, Ling Gun Gun leapt onto Jin Chen's head like a lit firecracker.

Jin Chen could take no more; he snatched it down, pinched it hard twice, then tossed it aside, turned over, and continued sleeping while holding his wife.

Ling Gun Gun quietly crawled onto the bed again, its beady eyes fixed on Jin Chen, 【Host, do you want to know what the suspected system thing is?】

Jin Chen barely opened a slit of an eye, 【Speak.】

【"I don't know; the boss didn't tell me, only saying it would do no harm to the Main God, nor to you."】

Ling Gun Gun chattered as it opened its mouth.

Jin Chen: "……"

He came to his senses fully, gave it a glance, 【After being away a day and a night, you ask this?】

【……Hmm that.】 Ling Gun Gun nodded obediently, cyber-pink bubbles bubbled up on top of its head.

Jin Chen snorted coldly, 【You're done, White Marsh has a secret on you, it now dares to keep a secret, and later it will be able to hide another system from you.】

Ling Gun Gun: 【……】

What nonsense are you spouting first thing in the morning?

It, angry, bounced twice on Jin Chen's head again, and only when it flew out again did it shout.

【However, the trap you set earlier took effect, Ning Tong and Tan Du were utterly ruined, frantically exposing the other side's dirt, and hot searches remain at the top.】

Jin Chen glanced at his phone for a moment, ignored Jin Lai who was always running around seeking validation and got annoyed if he didn't send a few messages, after replying to each work message he paused for two seconds.

Afterwards, he contacted his assistant Song Zhu and tore up the love contract locked in the safe.

Keeping something that is no longer necessary will inevitably lead to sleepless nights and overthinking.

After finishing these things, Jin Chen turned off his phone; just then, Ning Tong's phone screen on the bedside table lit up—a concern from his overbearing CEO cousin Lu Ziyan, worried he had been uncomfortable staying at home last night.

A few minutes later, the senior office worker President Lu received the reply.

"Thanks for the concern, Xiao Qiao is still sleeping; when I have time, I'll grab a meal to thank President Lu."

Lu Ziyan numbly put down his phone, confirmed this was Qiao Yu's chat window, closed his eyes and tossed the phone into the drawer, angry, he watched another two episodes of cat and mouse.

He was just worrying needlessly!