Chapter 2191: You Are My Only Color 26

Wen Jin also knew it had nothing to do with his Xiao Chen, and he would hardly take his anger out on him.

But whenever he thought someone was eyeing him and secretly harboring other thoughts, he felt annoyed.

"Xiao Chen, don't talk to others, and don't get close to others."

Wen Jin had his own standard; his tone stern: "If you get too close, I'll see the colors on other people, which is not allowed."

Jin Chen: "……"

Wen Jin continued to look at his face, then lowered his head to sniff, quite unreasonably: "You also can't pick up anyone else's perfume."

【It's your nose's fault……】

【Shut up.】 Jin Chen's eyelid twitched.

Wen Jin's condition was indeed not quite right.

Jin Chen soothed the one leaning on his shoulder, suppressing his inner thoughts, planning to find time to ask a doctor.

"All right then."

Only then did Wen Jin feel satisfied, lightly rubbing his head against Jin Chen's hair, leaning his head over.

After a while.

Wen Jin suddenly pressed his lips, frowned slightly, "Xiao Chen…"

"Hmm?"

"Was I just too harsh with you?"

Jin Chen: "……"

That Blackening Value actually dropped back down.

He had no temper left, his finger jabbing at Wen Jin's mouth corner: "Still okay."

——

One day.

Jin Chen, while Wen Jin was in a meeting, pulled his assistant Yu Lan, who had followed him for several years, up to the rooftop.

Yu Lan's expression was tense; in the elevator he tried to persuade Jin Chen: "If there's something, talk it out properly with Sir, don't lose your temper."

"You know, life is important; Sir will ultimately not treat you too badly..."

"Stop!"

The elevator doors opened, Jin Chen's face full of black lines: "What are you mumbling?"

I didn't understand a single word.

The rooftop wind blew; Yu Lan put to use his experience as Wen Jin's assistant navigating both the white and black worlds, blocking Jin Chen from leaving the elevator.

"Don't be desperate." Yu Lan said, extending his leg, ironed straight to an excessive degree in his suit pants, to block the way.

Jin Chen: "……"

Jin Chen shoved the person out with one push.

"Screw you, you're the one who's desperate."

"I have something to ask you."

Yu Lan let out a breath: "Then that's good."

The next instant, he sucked in a breath of cold air, trying to get back into the elevator.

"Wrong, Sir doesn't allow you to talk with anyone during work hours."

Jin Chen moved his wrist.

Knowing how formidable Jin Chen's methods were, Yu Lan held his breath, straightened his face: "All right, you speak."

"Don't provoke him; this is the madman… uh, big boss who can settle Sir's underground business for him."

Jin Chen got straight to the point: "Has Wen Jin ever seen a psychologist before?"

Yu Lan thought for a moment, "……You think Sir is ill."

Jin Chen swallowed.

"I didn't ask you to summarize."

"What the hell is wrong!"

Yu Lan, not knowing what he was thinking, furrowed his brows and turned sideways to look at the cityscape beyond the rooftop railing.

After a while, "Yes, there has been."

"When Sir first got involved in those underground… matters, his condition was poor and unstable; during that period he saw a psychologist."

"But it didn't help."

Jin Chen: "Why?"

"When faced with a psychologist's analysis, Sir can respond perfectly, even entering… a performance state."

Yu Lan barely found a precise term: "Sir inherently… has a genetic issue; he refuses to let anyone enter his inner world."

"Since then, Sir seems to have found a way to cope with this condition, hardly ever showing any lapses."

Jin Chen's expression gradually sank.

"This isn't being fine; it's quite serious."

"What method?"

"Drawing." Yu Lan said, "Those paintings in the Zhuang Yuan."

"Extremely eerie, oppressive, clashing colors, terrifying."

Jin Chen suddenly touched his throat.

Wen Jin had previously engaged in unconscious harmful behavior, but it passed quickly.

Later, busy taking over the Wen family's estate, he didn't pay much attention to it.

【Oh my! Host! Main God is behind you!】

Jin Chen's heart skipped a beat, and he looked behind.

The elevator door opened and closed again; Wen Jin seemed to have just come up not long ago, didn't get closer, with an unclear expression, standing in the corridor looking this way.

Yu Lan's expression went blank, he hurriedly moved two meters away from Jin Chen, and for a moment thought about his own death.

Wen Jin saw them looking over, his smile slightly cool, his gaze fixed on Jin Chen, "Xiao Chen, what are you chatting with my assistant about?"

"Talking about you."

Jin Chen calmed down, didn't walk toward him, but stood in place and opened his arms.

"Come here, let me hug you."

Jin Chen today wore a warm-toned, waist-cinching shirt, which was soft and warm in the sunlight.

Wen Jin's smile somewhat stiffened, and he glanced toward Yu Lan.

The latter immediately said, "Sir, Young Master Jin is asking about your condition."

"You guys chat, I'll go down to continue working."

Yu Lan slightly bent his waist, went around Jin Chen and headed toward the elevator corridor.

Wen Jin lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Wen Jin, my arms are sore." Jin Chen reminded, making a motion to lower his hands, "If you don't want to hug, then forget it.."

Before his words finished, Wen Jin strode over in three steps and firmly hugged Jin Chen.

Jin Chen naturally put his arm around his waist, then gently covered his eyes, "The sun is a bit strong."

In the next instant, Wen Jin tightened his arms, as if claiming possession, gripping Jin Chen's shoulders and kissing him, probing and turning, the kiss extremely forceful.

Jin Chen relaxed and let him kiss, lightly stroking Wen Jin's back, feeling the body beneath his palm gradually cease to be stiff, then he took the initiative, turning the nearly venting kiss into a gentle and prolonged one.

The kissed Wen Jin gradually became docile, quietly embracing Jin Chen,

"Xiao Chen..."

Wen Jin withdrew slightly, actively ending the kiss, slowly caressing Jin Chen's face, the possessiveness in his eyes astonishing.

Being stared at like that, others would only feel terrified, as if looking at a unique prey.

But Jin Chen is not prey.

He calmly hummed, took Wen Jin's fingertip and lightly kissed it, then protested, "Wen Jin, you scared me."

Wen Jin froze, repeating, "... scared you."

He gradually regained composure, frowned and embraced Jin Chen again, actually somewhat choked up.

"Don't be afraid of me."

"Wen Jin, the sun is strong here, your eyes can't handle bright light, we should go back."

Jin Chen changed the subject, not pursuing it further.

He needs to find the previous psychiatrist to clarify Wen Jin's condition.

Even if he thinks, he knows it won't be good.

Wen Jin had been kissed thoroughly, then Jin Chen pulled him into the elevator; his temper had long dissipated, so he simply didn't bother, and was successfully placated.