Chapter 2170: You Are My Only Color 05

Two minutes later.

The private room door was suddenly pushed open.

The club boss rushed in, drenched in cold sweat, followed by a gaunt figure emanating a chilling aura.

Wen Jin stood at the doorway, now wearing a pair of silver‑wire thin‑frame glasses on his nose.

The special lenses caught a cold glint under the dim wall lamp, making his brows and eyes look even sharper.

At this moment he stood at the private room door, his gaze behind the lenses slowly sweeping over Huo Chu and Song Lin's deathly pale faces, finally landing on Jin Chen.

False correction cannot compare to true color.

Wen Jin deeply felt the difference between them.

In contrast, Jin Chen's uniqueness became even more apparent.

Wen Jin's fingers unconsciously rubbed the frame, his Adam's apple twitching once.

The glasses were meant to make negotiations more efficient, but now they had become a cage, pinning him in this vivid blend of real and unreal where he could not see the true colors.

He suddenly wanted to take them off.

"What are you standing there for? Come over."

Wen Jin took off his glasses, and as he folded the temples they made a crisp click.

Without the lenses blocking his view, all surrounding color faded to black and white, while the color on Jin Chen grew even richer, like neon exploding in a black‑and‑white silent film.

The private room fell into dead silence.

Even if Song Lin and Huo Chu were given ten more guts, they wouldn't dare think this slightly indulgent remark was aimed at them; right now their hearts felt like dead ash.

Jin Chen walked over from opposite the coffee table, his fingertips slightly reddened as he deliberately clenched that black card.

Wen Jin glanced at the mess all over the floor, his eyes landing on Jin Chen's wrist, reddened from being gripped.

"Sorry, Professor, I'll return the money to you." Jin Chen spoke first, handing the black card back to Wen Jin.

He remained neither humble nor arrogant, not at all intimidated by Wen Jin's overpowering presence.

"How did you end up here?" Wen Jin carefully scanned Jin Chen's profile in the light.

What a coincidence, to be in the same private room with his two subordinates.

Jin Chen lowered his head slightly, yet still met Wen Jin's gaze, his tone clean and low: "I was meeting friends in the private room at the end of the hallway; I was grabbed as I passed by here."

If you listened closely, a hint of grievance lingered in his tone.

Hmm, it wasn't wrong to begin with.

Jin Chen lifted his eyes without a trace of guilt; the warm wall lamp reflected in his pupils, forming a faint warm hue.

Wen Jin stared at his eyes, then after a few moments asked, "What did you hear?"

Huo Chu blurted out, "Director Wen, it's really just a misunderstanding! We thought this kid was here to eavesdrop…"

"Shut up." Wen Jin didn't even turn his head, just raised a hand in a silencing gesture.

Two bodyguards stepped forward, grabbed Huo Chu's shoulders, and pressed him back onto the sofa.

The private room suddenly fell silent, only the rising and falling of breaths remaining.

Jin Chen lifted his head, his gaze sweeping over Wen Jin's brows and eyes.

He spoke softly, as if weighing his words: "They said… they wanted to cut off someone's left and right arms, scraping away the bone."

"Sorry, I really didn't hear that clearly."

His words were ambiguous, yet they precisely tore open a rift.

Seeing Wen Jin lost in thought, Jin Chen began to complain: "Professor, are they your subordinates?"

"Huh? How so." Wen Jin looked at him.

"He said he wants to sleep with me."

Jin Chen pointed at Huo Chu, who was being held down by the bodyguards.

Huo Chu: "……"

Song Lin: "……" This is completely over now.

Wen Jin followed his gaze, remained silent for a few moments, then told Jin Chen: "Rest assured, I'll give you an explanation."

He raised his hand, signaling the bodyguards to take the two away.

"Wait for me at the usual place." Wen Jin said.

Jin Chen pretended not to see their faces turn even paler, observing nose, observing heart, letting Wen Jin arrange things.

When only the two of them remained in the private room, Wen Jin suddenly stepped forward half a pace, using the cold metal glasses in his hand to lift Jin Chen's chin, forcing him to raise his head and meet his gaze.

Jin Chen's Adam's apple rolled; his warm‑white skin flushed faintly red against the cold metal, "... Professor."

"Wen Jin."

Wen Jin stared at the light‑brown pupils reflected in the ceiling lamp, cutting off Jin Chen's words.

Jin Chen's eye color remained calm, yet he did not echo his shout.

"They call you Director Wen, but I dare not speak your given name directly."

"... tsk."

Wen Jin didn't bother to correct him further; compared to that, the title Professor suits him better.

"You really came just to play?"

"Yes, my roommate is still waiting in the private room; Professor, would you like to come over and sit?" Jin Chen asked.

"No need, come with me."

At that moment Wen Jin's interest had been piqued; how could he just let this person go?

Jin Chen originally intended to ruin that plan and then go back to sleep; he truly hadn't expected to gain anything else tonight.

Even he wasn't quite sure how a wife with such a high Blackening Value could still have the leisure to let him go up to the top‑floor private room to drink with her.

He drank rather improperly.

Wen Jin lifted Jin Chen's chin, personally pouring the scarlet liquor in, then satisfiedly watched as the lips turned a red that no pigment could replicate.

Jin Chen drank half a glass, then turned his head and pushed the goblet away, wiping the wine that had flowed to his chin, and gave a few low coughs.

"Professor..."

Jin Chen's brows showed a hint of moisture and a subtle probe, as he asked, "Do you want to keep me?"

Saying such somewhat wanton words in an utterly pure and icy tone, his eyes still bright, in this setting he showed no self‑deprecation at all; his bluntness was hard to withstand, and instead it was a temptation to whoever heard it.

Even though the person he faced was an older one who should have been more composed.

Wen Jin's Adam's apple bobbed as he drank the remaining half‑glass of wine, yet he did not answer the question.

Even if he were interested, he currently knows nothing at all about Jin Chen.

After drinking a while longer, Wen Jin indeed had other business tonight; having enjoyed enough of the beauty's colors under the lights, he without hesitation let Jin Chen leave.

Almost the moment Jin Chen left, information about his family background and even today's schedule ended up in Wen Jin's hands.

That was indeed correct—he had come to dine with three roommates, and every piece of surveillance footage the club could capture showed Jin Chen being taken inside; it was merely a coincidence.

After returning to the private room, Jin Chen chatted aimlessly with the roommate who had been dragged along, and by the time he left the club it was already past midnight.

At that moment, his social app suddenly showed a new friend.

Jin Chen opened the avatar, glanced at it a few times, and casually sent a message when the driver arrived.

——Good night, Professor.

At the same moment, the club's basement.

Wen Jin saw the screen suddenly light up; a fleeting, hard‑to‑catch ripple passed through, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Across from him were Song Lin and Huo Chu, who finally spilled their scheming plot.

【Detected Villain Blackening Value -1, total 99!】