Chapter 218: Saving the Ruthless Mafia Boss 06

Whether Du Ruosong understood the hint or not, Meng Fuchi didn't care; he just wouldn't let it slide if there were a next time.

He sent a message, having Shadow investigate Du Ruosong's recent contacts with others, glanced at A Qiang's info to confirm Jin Chen's background was fine, then Meng Fuchi looked back at the person following him upstairs.

Don't worry about the debt; just stay here peacefully from now on.

I understand.

Jin Chen raised a gorgeous smile and nodded obediently.

Mm, go rest. Remember to tell Liang Shu your clothing size; have someone bring it tomorrow.

Meng Fuchi rubbed his forehead, opened the bedroom door, was about to step in, but Jin Chen grabbed his arm from behind.

He instantly suppressed the near‑reflexive attack, turned and frowned, yet saw Jin Chen suddenly approach, and they ended up embracing.

Good night, Brother Chi.

Jin Chen lowered his voice, said that in his ear, then immediately let go and walked into the room.

In a daze, Meng Fuchi seemed to see that person's shy expression.

His heart also raced; he unconsciously pressed a hand to his chest, trying to calm it.

After a moment, he looked toward the door, curled his lip and shook his head, simply attributing it to Jin Chen being young and prone to rely on him in an unfamiliar setting.

No longer lost in thought, Meng Fuchi walked into the bedroom.

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value 5, total 5!】

【Host! Little Pitiful One planted a camera in the room.】

0731 reminded him, 【Do you want me to block it?】

【No, as long as it wasn't done by someone else.】

Jin Chen didn't care at all, merely glanced at the painting opposite the bed, which was also where the camera was hidden.

He sat at the foot of the bed, patted his slightly flushed face, looking like a pure‑hearted youth, and only after a long while rose to go to the bathroom.

The moment the door closed, Jin Chen's expression returned to blank.

【How's the investigation?】 he asked 0731.

【Host, don't worry about a tragic romance! The Jin Family's bankruptcy and the incident have nothing to do with Little Pitiful One's ELF; it's an organization in Las Vegas that also opposes ELF.】

After taking off the slightly tight bartender uniform, Jin Chen turned on the shower and tilted his head into the water.

0731 continued explaining.

【That organization is called Devil; when the host's original father was doing business in the western U. S., he had dealings with their leader, got targeted for his wealth, and Little Pitiful One is also investigating Devil, likely already suspicious.】

【Devil leader's information.】

【Here it is!】

But in an instant, the Devil leader's personal info appeared on the spatial panel and also flashed in Jin Chen's mind.

【Register a virtual identity at the International Mercenary Association and take on the assassination mission against him.】

【Sure thing, Host.】 0731 immediately went to make it happen.

The shower shut off; water‑soaked, he took down a towel, loosely tied it at his waist, revealing a nicely toned abdomen and chest, with still‑wet droplets sliding down and disappearing below his navel.

Jin Chen wiped his hair in the bathroom, then draped the towel around his neck and returned to the bedroom.

After playing on his phone while sitting on the bed, he finally turned off the light and slept.

——

Next day.

Jin Chen changed into a hoodie, looking more youthful and energetic; just as he stepped out, a servant told him Meng Fuchi was already waiting at the restaurant.

He happily jogged over, sat in the seat closest to Meng Fuchi, and didn't even glance at Liang Shu opposite.

Good morning, Brother Chi.

Morning.

Meng Fuchi glanced at him a few more times, his pleasing appearance suddenly making the phrase 'beauty enough to eat' seem quite apt.

You look very happy.

He took a sip of porridge and casually asked.

I dreamed last night that everything that happened was fake, that in the dream you didn't save me, and upon waking I found it was all real, so I'm very happy.

Jin Chen also scooped a bowl of porridge to drink, but suddenly stopped.

Shrimp and vegetable porridge, salty, with extra pepper added.

But his wife usually prefers sweet flavors; why would the kitchen make this breakfast? He glanced at the other dishes on the table.

Without exception they were all salty, some even foods his wife outright dislikes.

Jin Chen again looked at Meng Fuchi, saw his expression neutral, showing no like or dislike for the porridge, while Liang Shu opposite ate with satisfaction.

He suddenly realized.

He reached out and tugged Meng Fuchi's sleeve, asking, "Brother Chi, how do you find the porridge's flavor?"

Huh?

Meng Fuchi lifted his brows, not quite understanding why he was asked, but still replied, "Average."

He has no particular preference for food; as long as it's edible, it's fine.

I also think it's average; the seasoning overwhelms the shrimp fragrance.

Jin Chen put down his spoon, propped his face with both hands, wearing a troubled expression.

You don't like this? Meng Fuchi asked him.

I don't like it.

Jin Chen nodded earnestly, furrowed his brows and pouted; though it was a flailing facial motion, on his face it didn't look distorted, appearing lively yet aggrieved.

Liang Shu suddenly laughed, sarcastically cutting off his complaint.

"Maybe working as a bartender at the nightclub is too comfortable, and even the head chef's dishes seem bland."

"His words were a jab at Jin Chen, a bartender, for being so picky about the chef's cooking in the manor."

"Jin Chen secretly rolled his eyes, but his brows and eyes instantly drooped, like a scolded child who had done wrong; even his hand gripping Meng Fuchi's sleeve slipped down."

"Seeing his expression, Meng Fuchi frowned slightly, and his heart inexplicably ached."

"Jin Chen used to be the young master of the Jin Family, so he had naturally eaten all kinds of mountain and sea delicacies; being picky about taste was to be expected."

"\"If you don't like it, don't eat it. What do you want to eat? Let the chef make it. \""

"Meng Fuchi wasn't good at comforting people; he just awkwardly reached out and patted Jin Chen's shoulder."

"Who would have thought Jin Chen would instantly look like someone who understood his grievance, pouting as he took Meng Fuchi's hand and shifted his chair."

"\"Being this picky, will Brother Meng think I'm a hassle, and does Brother Liang also think I'm a hassle? \""

"\"You're not a hassle; don't think wildly. \""

"Meng Fuchi glanced at Liang Shu with a warning look, his eyes turning cold, then he rubbed Jin Chen's head, trying to keep his voice gentle."

"The two were close together, and he again caught a faint scent of sandalwood on Jin Chen, secretly wondering if it was his natural fragrance, since this aroma had never appeared in the residence before."

"Liang Shu: \"……\""

"He couldn't fathom why Meng Fuchi, as if under a spell, favored Jin Chen—it was only breakfast, Meng Fuchi could eat it, so why couldn't this person?"

"Jin Chen took the chance to rub against his wife's shoulder, mumbling, \"Brother Meng treats me really well. \""

"\"Or rather, let's not disturb the chef; I can go to the kitchen and make it myself. \""

"\"You can cook too? \" Meng Fuchi hadn't considered that; in his impression, a noble young master shouldn't be someone who doesn't even touch spring water with his ten fingers."

"\"Of course, of course! Brother Meng, you can try my cooking. \""

"Jin Chen instantly brightened up; the tears still lingering in his peach-blossom eyes hadn't faded yet, but a smile had already appeared."

"Meng Fuchi couldn't help laughing; truly, a youthful nature—emotions come fast and go fast. \"All right, then I'll have a taste. \""