Chapter 2176: You Are My Only Color 11

After not staying too long in the garden, once the brief mingling time passed, it was the guests who saw the younger generation of the Wen Family give gifts to today's birthday celebrant.

For such a family, the gifts given represent one's own face and also serve as decorum for the guests to see; naturally, they bring whatever is scarce.

Strangely, when it came to Wen Jin, it was just a worthless painting.

What makes it worthless? He painted it himself, and aside from his feelings, it expresses nothing.

Moreover, anyone who thinks they understand Wen Jin a bit knows how perverted his painting style is.

Even the birthday lady herself said nothing, giving full decorum, so the guests dared not openly mock.

What they didn't know was that, in the blink of an eye, Wen Jin gave Jin Chen a box.

Opening the box, inside was a gemstone more expensive than any gift today, valuable indeed.

Jin Chen glanced at it, closed it, and casually slipped it into Wen Jin's suit pocket.

"Don't you like it?" Wen Jin asked.

Unexpectedly, Jin Chen let out a soft sigh, as if heartbroken, "If we disagree, you pretend not to know me, and to appease you only give jewelry."

"Avoiding people outside, using money inside. You really just want to keep me as a kept lover, the process hasn't changed."

Wen Jin: "……"

Heaven knows, Wen Jin has never kept anyone before, and coaxing someone is also his first time.

Who knew other "sugar daddies" do the same.

"What I give you, there's no reason to take it back."

Wen Jin alone took out the gemstone, felt it in his palm like a stone, pressed it into Jin Chen's palm with slight force, "If you don't like it, just throw it away."

"Just no black card, you don't like the gemstone either, Xiao Chen, you're much harder to appease than those people."

Jin Chen compared him to other sugar daddies, and Wen Jin also observed propriety.

When his emotions are stable, Wen Jin truly resembles an elder who takes and gives as he pleases; even this mild reproach isn't frightening.

Jin Chen grew bold, his long fingers supporting Wen Jin's chin, lightly brushing a kiss at the corner of his lips, "What then?"

"You can't just replace me."

Undercurrents surged.

Wen Jin almost couldn't hold back from returning the kiss, but now isn't a good time.

He wants tenderness and intimacy, thus needing the most intense colors to bind him, and an environment that is as free as possible yet full of danger and fun.

Just then, laughter sounded from far to near, and though they were separated by vines and landscaping from the bench, the voices were crystal clear.

Through the gaps in the vines, Jin Chen saw Jin Tong trailing behind Third Young Master Wen like a lapdog.

He simply relaxed his body, leaning against Wen Jin to openly eavesdrop.

Wen Jin hooked his glasses with one hand on the bench, his fingers idly tracing the ends of Jin Chen's hair.

Through the vine gaps, seeing his own third younger brother surrounded by five or six people walking over, Jin Tong bowed and scraped while holding up his phone to take pictures, Gu Xi walking last with a strange expression.

Jin Tong's fawning laughter came through.

"Third Young Master, look at these newly transplanted blue roses in the garden; only the Wen Family can keep them alive in the whole South City."

"My brother's been putting on airs lately, running to the art institute every day." Third Young Master Wen ignored Jin Tong, took a puff of his cigar, and said, "Gu Xi, do you think Wen Jin is pretending or being genuine?"

This question has often been asked of the Wen Family people ever since Gu Xi took office as Chief Executive Officer of the Third Group.

Previously he was Wen Jin's loyal subordinate, keeping silent outwardly, and if necessary belittling others, so no one noticed anything.

But……

Gu Xi pressed his palm, "Third Young Master, the Wen Family people… who among them is ordinary?"

Oh boy, the protagonist top is courting death again.

Jin Chen sneaked a look at Wen Jin and indeed saw the smile belonging to a crazy person.

He hooked Wen Jin's finger, signaling to continue listening.

Unexpectedly, the ensuing topic revolved around Jin Chen.

Several young masters had long disliked his aloof, unimpressed demeanor; in their second-generation circle, those who couldn't fit in were naturally ostracized.

Jin Tong was furious to the point of exploding, "I say we should have Dad burn all his lousy paints, but… the Jin Family will sooner or later be mine, what is that Jin Chen anyway?"

Jin Chen glanced sideways, once again voicelessly expressing his grievance.

Look, you won't let me say we know each other, and that's how I get bullied.

Wen Jin: "……"

If he doesn't do something, this topic probably won't pass.

Wen Jin suddenly lifted his eyes, lifted the hanging vines, "How lively."

The air suddenly froze, and both groups chatting about different topics were startled.

Gu Xi's face changed instantly, he choked and dared not speak.

Third Young Master Wen also jumped, the cigar in his hand nearly burning his fingers, "Second Brother, what are you doing?"

Jin Tong and the others hardly dared to breathe.

"Who is this?" Wen Jin glanced over Jin Tong, feigning ignorance.

Jin Chen leaned against his shoulder without moving, "Old Man Jin was born outside."

Third Young Master Wen's face turned ashen instantly; who doesn't know he also rose to power as an illegitimate child?

"Ah, sorry." Jin Chen slowly sat up, his shirt collar askew revealing his collarbone, unrestrained yet cool.

"I forgot that Third Young Master is also...."

Third Young Master Wen flung his cigar aside, turned and left; Jin Tong chased two steps, then turned back to glare at Jin Chen, "You wait!"

Wen Jin glanced at Gu Xi, "Get lost."

After the crowd dispersed, Wen Jin lifted Jin Chen's face, "Just now I backed you up; I'll collect interest."

Jin Chen suddenly grabbed his tie and yanked it down, his lips pressing squarely against the other's slightly cool corner of the mouth.

The kiss carried a hint of floral scent, and they didn't part until the sound of guests' conversation drifted from afar.

"Enough?" Jin Chen brushed his thumb over the moisture on Wen Jin's lips.

"Just a deposit." Wen Jin bit his fingertip, leaving a faint tooth mark on the knuckle, "I'll show you a surprise later."