Chapter 2168: You Are My Only Color 03

At this moment, Jin Chen stood in the light, and what reflected in Wen Jin's pupils was what kind of picture.

The boy was gilded by sunlight with a golden edge, warm-colored light spots danced on his hair tips, the outer corners of his eyes slightly lifted, his eyes were light brown, and his skin glowed with a faint white in the sunlight.

His whole person resembled a blazing flame, his colors intensely vivid beyond words.

Too dazzling.

Wen Jin's Adam's apple moved, his fingers suddenly pressed hard against the jade bead on his wrist, fingertips exerting slight force, as if suppressing an inner impulse.

The black umbrella snapped open with a 'swish', casting a patch of cool shade over Wen Jin's head.

Wen Jin lifted his gaze to look at him, the light-sensitive reaction made his irises show a pathological bloodshot in the sunlight, like splashed blood droplets, extremely eerie.

Jin Chen furrowed his brows, 'Professor, are you alright?'

Wen Jin did not answer, his gaze slid along the umbrella ribs to Jin Chen's knuckles, then he suddenly reached out and gripped his wrist.

Beneath the youth's wrist skin, the pale blue veins throbbed faintly with his pulse, but in Wen Jin's eyes they appeared as a striking indigo.

This was the first time he had seen the color of blood vessels up close.

"So fond of meddling?" Wen Jin pressed his thumb hard over that blue hue, as if trying to knead it into the bone and blood.

Jin Chen reflexively twitched his wrist, then spoke softly, carrying a hint of weakness.

"... It hurts."

Only then did Wen Jin release his hand.

"Professor, where are you going? Let me give you a ride." Jin Chen asked.

"To a place kids can't go." Wen Jin said, then leaned casually against the wall behind him, raising an eyebrow at the youth before him.

"What kids?" Jin Chen wondered, then after a few moments he realized and couldn't help chuckling, tilting his head slightly as he looked at him.

"Professor seems to have a bit of a stereotype."

"Want to go play? Dare you."

"Of course I dare."

Jin Chen followed Wen Jin toward the parking lot, the lingering glow of the sunset stretched their shadows long.

Wen Jin's black sedan was parked under the tree shade, its body gleaming with a cold luster.

The bodyguard beside the car door, seeing Wen Jin, immediately raised his hand to get out and open the door, but was pinned in place by Wen Jin's glance sweeping over.

He personally opened the car door, turned his head and hooked the corner of his mouth at Jin Chen: 'Get in.'

Jin Chen was about to bend down to get in, but his peripheral vision caught two people standing by another car not far away.

Wu You and the man in a suit.

The man was tall, his side profile lines cold and hard, he was lowering his head to say something to Wu You, with an unlit cigarette pinched between his fingers.

Wu You's expression was somewhat tense, his eyes looking aggrieved.

Wen Jin's gaze also swept over, his eyes lingering on that man for a moment.

"Gu Xi." Wen Jin whispered the name, his tone laced with dangerous amusement.

If he remembered correctly, Gu Xi shouldn't have been free to appear here at this time.

"Professor?" Jin Chen called out.

Wen Jin withdrew his gaze, suddenly raised his hand to press on the car door, blocking Jin Chen's movement to get in: 'Forget it today, we'll make another appointment next time.'

Jin Chen froze, a flash of bewilderment crossing his eyes: '... Are you messing with me?'

What the hell! You said you'd take me out to play!

Wen Jin chuckled lightly, pulled a black card from the inner pocket of the car, pinched it between his fingertips and handed it over: 'Take it to play, consider it compensation.'

Seeing Jin Chen not take it, he simply shoved the card into the other's shirt pocket, his fingers brushing over the youth's warm cheek as he went: 'Be good, listen.'

Jin Chen: '……'

Jin Chen choked in anger.

His tone yet carried grievance: 'I'm not after this.'

The only response was the sedan driving away.

【Hahaha—crack】 Ling Gun Gun laughed with a stuttering sound.

As the sedan drove off, Wen Jin watched Jin Chen standing in place through the rearview mirror.

The youth lowered his head, the back of his shirt billowing from the wind, inexplicably looking pitiful.

He rubbed the jade bead on his wrist, let out a scoffing laugh, though the corner of his mouth unconsciously curved upward.

"Naive to the point of being deadly."

Jin Chen turned his head and contacted his own driver, heading to the Charming Night Club according to the original plot's progress.

——

Inside Room 3 of the Charming Night Club, the lighting was dim, dark gold wallpaper floating with an ambiguous glow.

Wu You sat beside Gu Xi, the finely tailored suit unable to hide the youthfulness in his brows and eyes, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the rim of the wine glass.

Across from him, Wang CEO, beer belly protruding, smiled broadly as he raised his glass: 'Gu CEO, this time I've entrusted the design project to your group—I'm completely at ease!'

Gu Xi hooked the corner of his mouth, 'Wang CEO, you're too polite…' He paused, his gaze glancing over Wu You as if unintentionally.

"This time, the design liaison for your team is the intern I personally brought, Wu You. Young people need opportunities, so please give him some guidance."

Wu You smiled and raised his glass: 'Wang CEO, please advise me.'

Upstairs, in the top-tier private room, Wen Jin leaned back on the leather sofa, long legs crossed, fingertips playing with the whiskey.

The amber liquid swayed gently in the cup, reflecting his cold, stern brows and eyes.

The club boss stood with hands at his side, cold sweat beading on his forehead, his suit back already soaked through.

The display screen on the wall was playing the footage from Room 3 in real time; every word of Wu You's flattery, even Wang CEO's oily laugh, transmitted with crystal clarity into Wen Jin's ears.

"Gu CEO really knows how to care for people, even looking after the intern so attentively." Wang CEO squeezed his eyes.

Gu Xi's expression didn't change: "Wu You has decent talent, worth cultivating."

He raised his hand and put his arm around Wu You's shoulder, obviously acknowledging their relationship.

Wen Jin suddenly chuckled, his voice low to the point of being almost inaudible: "Gu Xi, you've developed some skills, playing the game of outward compliance and covert defiance behind my back."

The surnamed Wang is merely a middleman; even if this project were to reincarnate eight lifetimes, it would never fall into Wu You's hands.

The club owner's legs went weak, he almost knelt: "Sir, I never expected Gu CEO to bring someone here to discuss the project."

Damn it, this Gu-surnamed idiot, doesn't he know the club is also Sir's property! He's acting as if he and Sir are working together!

Wen Jin raised his hand to interrupt him, his eyes still fixed on the screen.

Seeing them raise their glasses to celebrate the pleasant cooperation, Wen Jin set down his wine cup, lifted his chin at the assistant behind him: "Have Gu Xi come over."

Gu Xi's phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID, let go of Wu You, his tone instantly returning to calm: "Brother Jin, I'm in a meeting at the group, okay… I'll be there in twenty minutes."

After waiting for Wang CEO to leave, Gu Xi locked the door behind him and pressed Wu You onto the Sofa for some intimacy.

"……You're not going?" Wu You still felt a bit afraid.

"The private room is just upstairs; no delay, Wen Jin will surely figure it out."

Wen Jin pressed the pause button with a blank expression, the screen freezing at the moment Gu Xi pulled open his tie.

"Idiot."

Twenty minutes later, Gu Xi pushed open Wen Jin's private room door, a composed smile: "Brother Jin, you called for me?"

Wen Jin swirled his wine cup, his gaze sweeping over his disheveled collar: "How is the progress on the cross-border coordination project?"

Gu Xi's Adam's apple bobbed: "Everything's going smoothly; Wang CEO is very satisfied with the plan, and I believe the Y Nation General Group will be satisfied as well."

The highball glass made a crisp click on the table, silence spreading through the private room.

The atmosphere became oppressive and tense; Gu Xi felt an intangible pressure, cold sweat beading on his forehead, and he finally grew a little panicked.

"Gu Xi, are you hiding something from me?"

Gu Xi's complexion shifted slightly, then he smiled: "Brother Jin, what do you mean? How could I dare to hide anything from you?"

"Really? Then what is this?"

Wen Jin pressed the remote, and the surveillance footage reappeared.

Gu Xi's complexion instantly turned pale.

A few minutes later, Wen Jin leisurely gazed at his ashen face.

He drew the dagger from the table, pressing it against Gu Xi's trembling throat: "You used my money to support your people, and used my venue to poach the project I value."

"Your brain, it's even bolder than I thought."