Chapter 2180

Gu Xi wanted to suppress the spreading public opinion, as someone online was already circulating that day's video, which had considerable heat.

In the background audio, Gu Xi's name appeared clearly.

But a certain media outlet, no matter how Gu Xi pressured, remained unmoved, refusing to take down the video, which infuriated the already stressed Gu Xi to no end.

When Wen Jin overseas learned of this, Jin Chen openly showed all his preparations in the video; Wen Jin said it was handled very beautifully, but to comfort Jin Chen, he still prepared a gift to send back.

He also chose a relatively appropriate moment.

That day, Gu Xi, Wu You, together with several involved judges and leaders, came to the Jin Family residence, demanding Jin Chen appear to suppress the online public opinion.

Jin Tong was still fuming, feeling Jin Chen had gone too far and shouldn't have taken the trophy.

At that moment, the steward entered the living room, nervously telling Jin Zhang: "The Wen Second Young Master has sent someone to deliver a gift to the Jin Chen Young Master."

"What!" Jin Zhang jumped up, his voice trembling as if someone were choking his throat.

Before his words finished, Wen Jin's assistant had already entered holding the gift box.

Inside the black velvet box lay an expensive watch, the sapphire on its dial reflecting a cold light.

The assistant respectfully added to Jin Chen: "Sir said this watch was specially bought at the Zurich auction, its main tone matching that of Jin Chen Young Master's award-winning work."

Gu Xi's face instantly turned ashen.

Wen Jin also learned of this.

No, that's not right.

The point is, Wen Jin isn't just playing around with Jin Chen; he's put in effort to coax him.

That he had tampered in the competition…

"Wen… Second Young Master ah." Several judges and leaders exchanged glances, secretly thinking it was not good.

Regardless of the Wen family's internal standing, Wen Jin is also capable of at any time leaving them without a livelihood in the art world.

At that moment, the attitude of openly and covertly pressuring Jin Chen to appear changed instantly.

Jin Chen took the watch and played with it, chuckling, "Formerly arrogant and later respectful—thinking about it is laughable."

All the judges: "……"

Gu Xi suddenly pulled out his phone; the screen displayed a message from Wen Jin.

He turned around gritting his teeth, but bumped into another of Wen Jin's assistants at the door: "Gu CEO, Sir asked me to convey this to you."

"The day after tomorrow at 9 a. m., Sir will land in Yun City and wait for you at the board meeting."

Jin Tong didn't dare speak more, could only watch helplessly as Wu You bowed and apologized to Jin Chen.

After everyone had left, the two assistants then prepared to leave, and in passing brought Jin Chen a piece of news.

The night before Wen Jin returns, they will come to pick up Jin Chen to go to the manor.

Jin Chen hissed.

What a strange sense of déjà vu.

【Imperial edict announcing Consort Chen's audience is over.】 Ling Gun Gun boldly opens the mic.

Jin Chen: "……"

Jin Chen closed the door, shutting out the noise filling the room.

He leaned against the soft pillow, gently stroking that finely crafted watch.

The watch face glowed with a cold light under the dim wall lamp.

The watch had been modified.

He placed the video call; the moment the screen lit up, Wen Jin's exquisite and sharp countenance came into view.

The other party seemed to be in the hotel's study, with the floor-to-ceiling window behind showing a splendid night view.

"Do you like it?" Wen Jin's voice came through the speaker, tired yet languid.

Jin Chen curled the corner of his mouth: "Like whom?"

Wen Jin took off his glasses, a playful glint flashing in his eyes: "Do you like the gift?"

"Oh, a gift." Jin Chen drew out the syllable, tone nonchalant: "It's just okay."

On the other end of the video, silence fell for a few seconds; Wen Jin's narrow eyes stared straight at the screen, eyelashes slightly trembling: "Then do you like me?"

Jin Chen this time didn't hesitate anymore: "Like."

Too straightforward.

Wen Jin lightly inhaled, his gaze grew increasingly dark, even tinged with a hint of obsession.

"Then put on the watch and let me see."

Jin Chen had long noticed the tracker hidden beneath the watch face, yet without hesitation put on the watch.

The metal watch band felt slightly cool against the wrist bone; Jin Chen fiddled with it twice.

"Really beautiful," Wen Jin's voice pleased, his gaze burning as he stared at Jin Chen's wrist, his breathing noticeably heavier.

After the positioning took effect, Jin Chen's location could be precisely tracked anywhere in the world.

Jin Chen lifted his gaze to the screen, a softness rising in his eyes, his voice clear and soaring.

"I miss you, hurry back."

Wen Jin made an affirmative sound: "I'm handling the final procedures."

"Tomorrow go to the manor to wait for me, and there's a gift."

——

During these two days of waiting, Jin Chen also didn't continue to be a salted fish.

This time after Wen Jin returns, many unexpected events will occur in the plot; the Wen family member who has always prevented Wen Jin from showing his fangs, who is wary everywhere, the Wen family's Young Master Wen Zhong, will also return to Yun City.

At that time, Gu Xi will choose to bring Wen Jin's secret and defect, completely breaking with Wen Jin, causing turmoil in the Wen family, and the entire Yun City's circles will be bloody.

Not to mention those enemies of Wen Jin hidden in the shadows.

Jin Chen gathered some information, and using that news agency, he gradually probed into the underground industry, also achieving considerable success.

Wen Jin returned to his country that night.

Jin Chen was eating at a restaurant; when he heard footsteps, he looked up and saw Wen Jin take off his coat and hand it to a servant, a cold aura emanating from his whole body.

Upon seeing Jin Chen, that coldness dissipated a little.

"Are you tired?" Jin Chen asked.

Wen Jin quickly walked over, pressing his knees into the gap between his legs, his chin resting in Jin Chen's shoulder notch, his breath brushing over the earlobe.

"A bit."

Jin Chen encircled the hand resting on his waist: "The bones are a bit hard."

The wrist he grabbed was indeed a bit thinner, the shirt cuff hanging loosely.

Wen Jin let out a muffled laugh, his nose rubbing the back of his neck, still with a dangerous tone.

"Xiao Chen thinks I'm too thin?"

"I wouldn't dare." Jin Chen changed the subject.

Steam from the food rose above the table.

Wen Jin lazily leaned in his embrace, watching Jin Chen scoop a spoonful of soup, blow on it to cool, and hand it over.

He opened his mouth to take the porcelain spoon, but his tongue tip licked his fingertip: "Salty."

"You're talking nonsense with your eyes open." Jin Chen pulled back his hand, "This soup is almost bland enough to have no flavor."

Wen Jin suddenly leaned in to bite his lower lip, his teeth lightly grinding, "Now you've tasted it."

Soup residue stained his lips, glistening under the ceiling light.

Jin Chen reached for a tissue to wipe, but his wrist was seized; Wen Jin used his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth: "You really can't eat any more."

"No," Jin Chen said, "If you don't drink, I won't go to work tonight."

Wen Jin: "......"

What a canary threatening its patron.

The steam rising from the soup bowl blurred the two people's vision.

Jin Chen suddenly clipped a piece of sweet‑and‑sour spare rib and passed it over: "Open your mouth."

Wen Jin raised an eyebrow, slowly nibbling the spare rib with Jin Chen's chopsticks, then suddenly hooked his calf with his foot: "You're getting addicted."

"Xiao Chen has experience, you know how to take care of people."

Jin Chen retorted, "You flatter me; looking after a patron is just the basic requirement."

In the end, he only ate a few bites with Jin Chen's hand.

After all, color, fragrance, and flavor—color comes first; Wen Jin cannot see the color of the food, only black and gray, even though he's grown accustomed to it over the years.

But in Jin Chen's hand, it ought to be even more delicious.

Wen Jin's knee pushed apart his closed legs, the soup bowl was shoved to the edge of the table: "Hold me a while."

The hoarse trailing sound was drowned out by the rustle of fabric; Jin Chen's lower back pressed against the table, he loosely encircled Wen Jin's waist, smelling the indelible blood scent on him.

This doesn't belong to Wen Jin, so Jin Chen didn't ask further.

After a long while, Wen Jin's palm rubbed up to Jin Chen's collarbone, his thumb lightly pressing.

What exactly does longing taste like? Wen Jin has lived thirty lifetimes, yet he can also be said to have experienced it.

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +8, total 40!】