Chapter 2181

He had been back less than a week, and Wen Jin was still injured at a time when Jin Chen didn't know about it.

Wen Jin had thought about hiding it, after all he still didn't want to scare Jin Chen, who seemed unable to accept such things, and on the other hand he secretly anticipated what Jin Chen's reaction would be when he found out about his injury.

Because of his peculiar neural pathways, Jin Chen came to Zhuang Yuan after school that day and saw that Wen Jin hadn't treated his wound, hadn't changed his bloodstained clothes, and was listening to his subordinates' report while bearing injuries on his shoulder and the back of his neck.

Jin Chen really wanted to ask if Wen Jin had injured his brain.

He waited with a stern face for Wen Jin to finish speaking, without urging him, but sitting on the Sofa made him conspicuous, and Wen Jin couldn't ignore him.

Within three minutes, the subordinate who had been being scolded was let go, and before leaving he still glanced at Jin Chen like a benefactor; the last subordinate to leave placed the medical kit beside the Sofa.

Wen Jin walked over to Jin Chen on the Sofa, reached out to touch his collar, and hooked his neck to pull him into an embrace.

The chilled rim of the water cup touched Jin Chen's lips; inside was alcohol, and he said, "Try a sip?"

Jin Chen: "……"

Jin Chen's gaze was very dangerous.

Anyone who looked at Wen Jin with that gaze would end up badly.

But the person was Jin Chen, and after Wen Jin studied him for a while, he only found him cute.

Jin casually put the wine glass on the side table, sat with his back to Jin Chen, and said, "Help me check my wound, okay?"

As soon as Jin Chen's fingers touched Wen Jin's shirt collar, he noticed his shoulder was slightly tense.

When he undid the button, a fresh scratch ran horizontally across the back of the neck to the shoulder, already forming a thin scab.

"How did this happen?" Jin Chen frowned, his fingertip lightly touching the edge of the wound.

Wen Jin really didn't care much, saying, "Just a minor injury."

Jin Chen pushed him away, turned, and went to open the medical kit.

Wen Jin turned sideways, wrapped his arms around his waist, rested his chin on his shoulder, and said, "Xiao Chen, are you angry?"

"You're injured, should I be happy?" Jin Chen snapped, pulling open Wen Jin's shirt with somewhat rough movements.

The smell of antiseptic spread in the air as he lowered his head to apply medicine to the wound, his face still tense and growing colder.

Wen Jin suddenly laughed, lifting his chin with his fingertip, and said, "What are you doing, being so fierce?"

Jin Chen's eyes flickered, and he seized the opportunity.

He needed to let Wen Jin know that he didn't care about the seriousness of his injury.

Jin Chen brushed his hand away, continued treating the wound, and said in a low voice, "I'm not being fierce."

His eyes were dark and deep, and he said, "You won't let me ask about those things, so I haven't, but what do you mean by covering yourself in injuries?"

Wen Jin felt a bit regretful.

He shouldn't have let Xiao Chen see the wound; he was probably really angry.

Jin Chen could tell at a glance what Wen Jin was thinking, almost laughed in anger, realized he couldn't guide him with normal thinking, and immediately changed his approach.

He paused for a few seconds, then said, "I also have no right to manage you, I know."

After saying that, unlike a tone of grievance, he slightly stiffened, leaned down, and lightly kissed the edge of the wound; the soft touch made Wen Jin unconsciously clench his fingers.

"Xiao Chen," Wen Jin suddenly pulled Jin Chen's hand over, rubbed the skin on the inner wrist with his fingertip, pressed his thumb on the faint blue vein, and said, "Who said you have no right to manage."

He lowered his head and kissed that thin blood vessel, saying, "Let you manage, okay?"

Jin Chen pulled back his hand, but his tone had already softened, "Including those things?"

Wen Jin: "……"

After thinking for a few seconds, Wen Jin retreated step by step, sighing lightly as if compromising, "Alright, including those things."

Wen Jin no longer remembers where he set his own bottom line.

【Detected Villain Blackening Value -1, total 96!】

Jin Chen's brow twitched, and he couldn't help pressing his mouth against the skin at the back of Wen Jin's neck, rubbing it twice.

Naturally, applying the medicine turned into a noisy hug; Wen Jin felt more exhausted than when he went out to negotiate with people, experiencing the fatigue brought by the age gap.

The canary goes to work, yet it's the patron who ends up exhausted—such a thing simply doesn't happen.

Feeling inwardly unbalanced, Wen Jin forced himself up, pulled Jin Chen to the studio and made him serve as a canvas again; only after seeing his own masterpiece did he feel satisfied.

He doesn't know what it feels like for a normal person to see color, but the distortion caused by the corrective lenses can never compare to even a fraction of what he sees on Jin Chen; Wen Jin wishes he could use all the rare colors he had collected years ago on him.

Through Jin Chen, Wen Jin also slowly comes to understand the many colors around him; sometimes, when the mood strikes, he even has Jin Chen run his hand over the clothes he wears each day before going out.

——

While Jin Chen was preparing for the various subject exams at the end of his junior year, Wen Jin made a trip back to the Wen family.

The current overt authority figure, Wen Jin's elder brother Wen Zhong, has returned to Yun City.

The reason is simple: Wen Jin's actions have become increasingly frequent lately, finally making Wen Zhong sense danger, forcing him to personally return to take charge.

After all, the only one who can speak up in the Wen family's old residence is the partially paralyzed old master, their shared father.

The old master has four children, but only Wen Jin and Wen Zhong are full brothers born of his first wife; they ought to be closer, yet they happen to be genetic defectives.

Apart from the already married Fourth Miss Wen, it is actually the Third Young Master Wen and Wen Zhong who have the best relationship, which inevitably leads the relatives of other branches to openly mock and sneer at Wen Jin.

Of course, as Wen Jin has covertly maneuvered in recent years, he has brought under his control most of the collateral branches that hold sway, and thus those voices have likewise diminished considerably.

Academy.

Based on the fact that it had indeed been a long time since he last dined with his roommates, and to avoid constantly hearing three voices beside his head accusing him of "favoring lust over friendship," Jin Chen, upon returning to school to prepare for exams, hurriedly treated his roommates to a meal.

Upon hearing that Jin Chen had… oh no, not "picked up" but "won over" a beautiful professor and brought her back, Shen Qiu and the three others all said this should be Chen-ge's standard for choosing a partner, and behind the scenes they frantically searched how to extort a roommate who had become rich overnight.

Shen Qiu overcooked the tripe until it was tough, wailing as he shoved it into Jin Chen's bowl: "Chen-ge, fortify yourself!"

Jin Chen: "……"

Fortify what?

"Professor Wen really doesn't check duty rolls?" Yun Liu bit his straw, glancing sideways at Jin Chen's phone, "How many plates of beef have we gone through already? He actually lets you go out to play?"

Zhao Pei suddenly raised his ice-cold beer: "I bet fifty cents, the call will come within three minutes!"

Glass bottle tapped the table edge with a crisp sound, and Jin Chen's phone screen lit up suddenly.

Shen Qiu leaned over to grab it, but he knocked the back of her hand with the tip of his chopsticks.

A blurry photo popped up on the message interface; Jin Chen didn't guard against his roommate and opened it.

Inside was unmistakably Jin Chen—or rather, all the data of the original owner up to now.

The hot‑pot ingredients on the glass turntable suddenly lost their aroma; three heads crowded beside Jin Chen to look, their expressions identical, all utterly shocked.

"Is this the price of dating Professor Wen?" Zhao Pei slapped Jin Chen's back hard.

"Oh no, boiling! The soup's boiling!" Shen Qiu panicked, trying to lift the lid; the stainless‑ladle sank into the red broth and stirred.

"The newsstand at the school gate." Jin Chen glanced at the address demanded in the message.

As Jin Chen stood up to put on his jacket, Yun Liu suddenly slipped a bottle of pepper spray into his pocket: "Brother Chen, go for it!"

Zhao Pei silently pushed over a steel thermos, ice cubes clinking inside: "Although I don't know who it is, at a critical moment it could smash him to death!"

"Mm… If he doesn't come back in ten minutes I'll call the police." Shen Qiu flipped over the hot‑pot restaurant's meal card to the back, trembling as he wrote down three emergency contacts.

Jin Chen: "……"

Jin Chen declined the kindness, putting the seasonings and ice back: "I wasn't going to treat that person to hot pot."

"No need to call the police, I've got it figured out."

Jin Chen walked to the cashier, turned back, paid, then left.