Chapter 2174: You Are My Only Color 09

That day, after Jin Chen left the dormitory, he did not go to that small western-style building; when he got into the car that came to pick him up from home, he finally had time to send a message to Wen Jin. The message was also short, just saying he needed to go home for a trip.

Jin Chen's family background had long been thoroughly understood by Wen Jin.

Therefore, he even knew exactly what matters Jin Chen had to handle when going home today.

Wen Jin didn't ask anything, only replying: "If anything happens, come find me."

An air of indulgence to the utmost.

Jin Chen smiled at the screen, then glanced sideways at the scenery flying past outside the window, and slowly lowered his gaze.

The original host and the protagonist Wu You have some overlap.

Although born as cannon fodder, the Jin family, to some extent still considered prominent in Yun City, had never faced obstacles in studying the arts; their parents' marriage, while not saying they were deeply loving, was at least respectful.

But all of that ended on the day of his coming-of-age ceremony.

On the day of the coming-of-age ceremony, the original host's father, Jin Zhang, was suddenly visited by a teenager the same age as the original host, who brought along a paternity test and a photo of his white moonlight.

Jin Zhang's white moonlight from his youth not only didn't die, but also gave birth to a son for him, whom she raised well until he was eighteen.

Everything that happened afterward was beyond what the original host could accept.

In just a month, the white moonlight's son changed his surname back to Jin, and Jin Tong was announced to the outside world as the Second Young Master of the Jin family.

Moreover, the parents divorced swiftly; the mother took her rightful share of the property and emigrated abroad, then used shares as an excuse to pressure Jin Zhang into handing over the company to Jin Chen.

Jin Zhang agreed to all of this, then began frantically pursuing his white moonlight again, but to no avail.

The white moonlight especially understood in her heart that what is unattainable is most important; she did not want to rekindle the old flame with Jin Zhang, only wanting to pave the way for her son.

But it was obvious that Jin Zhang hadn't figured anything out at all; instead, he regarded Jin Tong as extremely important.

Moreover, Wu You's mother and the white moonlight were biological sisters, so Wu You naturally got along with Jin Tong as if they were real brothers.

The sedan pulled up in front of the villa.

Jin Chen was not surprised to see Wu You in the living room, as well as the father and son seated on the main sofa.

"You're back."

Jin Zhang's smile faded a bit, but he was still kind.

"Anything?" Jin Chen hung his coat on the rack, his tone indifferent.

Jin Zhang set down his teacup, "Your younger brother has something to say to you."

Jin Chen walked over to the sofa, his gaze sweeping past Jin Tong and Wu You before finally landing on Jin Zhang: "Go ahead."

Jin Tong fiddled with a blue-and-white porcelain cup in his hand, speaking righteously: "Brother, you should withdraw from this oil painting competition."

Jin Chen curled the corner of his lip in a cold smile: "Reason."

"Wu You needs this opportunity." Jin Tong stood up, his gaze provocative: "You have so many honors; you surely don't lack the chance to compete this time."

Jin Chen glanced at Wu You, then at Jin Tong: "You haven't been racing lately; did you switch to banditry?"

Opening his mouth is just to rob.

Jin Zhang frowned, his voice stern: "Jin Chen, how are you speaking? Wu You is your younger brother's cousin; helping him is hardly blameworthy."

Jin Chen remained unmoved, his tone still calm: "Do you think I've been too polite to you all these years?"

Jin Zhang's face turned ashen, his fingers trembling slightly: "What do you mean!"

"You're old, maybe you've forgotten." Jin Chen tapped the coffee table, and the following words made Jin Zhang's brow jump.

"My mother's shareholder agreement clearly states that I have the right to dispose of the Jin Clan Fund once I turn twenty."

Having had enough of Jin Zhang's unsightly expression, Jin Chen turned and walked toward the stairs: "I won't withdraw; if you want to help the poor, go do charity yourself instead of spending others' money."

"Jin Chen!"

Wu You caught up, lowering his voice: "I know this competition slot was an internal recommendation from the Dean for you; I'm not asking you to give it to me, I just want fair competition."

"In exchange, I can try my best to help you get rid of Wen Jin."

Thinking of Wen Jin's perverseness, Wu You's gaze toward Jin Chen even held a hint of sympathy.

Jin Chen: "……"

What the heck.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, looking at him with genuine feeling: "Are you sick?"

"I……"

"Excessive self-consciousness and overactive imagination are both illnesses; regardless of which you have, the urgent thing is to go to the hospital for a brain check."

Jin Chen walked around him and headed upstairs; seeing Wu You still trying to catch up to speak, Jin Chen's long legs covered three steps in one stride, making it impossible for Wu You to keep up.

Wu You was so angry he panted heavily.

How could there be someone so clueless about gratitude.

He must think cozying up to Wen Jin is a good thing, unaware of how terrifying that person is.

Wu You didn't get the chance for fair competition, left in a fluster, and before leaving, Jin Tong even patted his chest, promising to make Jin Chen agree.

That night, Jin Chen was stuffed with an invitation by the sarcastic Jin Tong.

The pattern of black gold was clearly the emblem of the Wen family.

No matter how much Jin Tong and Jin Zhang disliked Jin Chen, they dared not tamper with the Wen family invitation bearing a name.

Come on, that's a colossus that controls all of Yun City's commercial lifelines.

Jin Chen casually glanced at it twice; it was a birthday banquet hosted by Wen Jin's aunt, presumably inviting all families of some prominence just for a grand scene.

He lay back on bed and sent a message to Wen Jin, asking whether he would return to attend.

Wen Jin did not reply.

Jin Chen calculated the time in his mind, then simply turned off his phone and went to sleep, pulling the covers over his head.

Five minutes later, Jin Chen shot up, sat cross-legged, and grabbed his phone.

He placed an order for non-toxic, washable body paint.

This is important; who knows what new hobby the wife has taken up— that day, taking a bath almost scrubbed off a layer of his skin.

After thinking, Jin Chen screenshot the purchase order and sent it to Wen Jin, also imitating his aloofness, and after sending it he said nothing more.

A few seconds later, Wen Jin sent a transfer.

Jin Chen: You really aren't asleep.

Professor wife: No need for you to prepare, I bought it in the studio.

Jin Chen hissed, turns out he didn't cancel the order.

From now on he can also draw Wen Jin, can't he?

Jin Chen: Not replying to the banquet message means you don't want to attend the banquet with me.

Jin Chen: You don't want to be with me.

Wen Jin on the other end of the screen took a full half minute to respond, and still couldn't keep up with Jin Chen's nonsensical teasing.

Professor wife: ……No.

He shouldn't have put in so much thought, but Wen Jin, after thinking it over, still told Jin Chen the pros and cons.

Professor wife: I'll go to the banquet, but you'd better pretend not to know me— it's better for both of us.

Jin Chen: I understand.

What Jin Chen understood.

On the other side of the screen, Wen Jin set down his wine glass, his fingertips lightly tapping the screen twice, and ultimately didn't continue speaking.