Chapter 2192: You Are My Only Color 27

Jin Chen contacted, through Zhuang Yuan's medical team, the psychiatrist who had previously stayed at Zhuang Yuan, and called him back again.

Speaking of Wen Jin, his former biggest client, the psychiatrist could hardly express his suffering; finally someone could listen to his confessions.

"Mr. Wen doesn't cooperate with my treatment or questioning at all, even trying to turn the tables, making me feel like I'm the one with the problem."

Is that right! Ah!

Jin Chen defended his wife, "Perhaps it's your way..."

"No problem!"

The psychiatrist continued: "I initially thought it was the method, but not only me—Mr. Wen has gone through many domestic and foreign authorities in this field, and it's all the same."

"Mr. Wen's defenses are strong, his mental state and emotions are dangerous; we frankly say… conducting psychological interviews with him is frightening."

"But no matter what, I still hope Mr. Wen can improve; you called me back this time—has something new happened?"

Jin Chen responded, briefly telling the psychiatrist what had happened recently.

Eventually, they talked about the "locking" remarks.

Psychiatrist: "Mr. Wen tries to control you; in his subconscious he wants to put a shackle on your body."

"Whatever you need, he can provide—work, money, including the sugar daddy and kept-bird relationship you mentioned before."

"Because he likes you, he must possess you, which is why he engages in locking behavior."

Jin Chen understood.

Essentially it's still a small dark room.

However, it's not materialized; it's subtly permeating life.

"Then what I need to do is… give him a sense of security, let go of the shackles?" Jin Chen asked.

The psychiatrist thought for a moment, "Given Mr. Wen's condition, that's almost impossible."

"That's also true."

Jin Chen tapped his fingers on the table, pondering: "What if we turn the physical shackle into the psychological shackle he thinks of?"

"A shackle chained to the body can lock my freedom; I cannot leave him."

"A psychological shackle is equal love; even if I have freedom, subjectively I don't want to leave."

"If he just believes I have it, he can change his previous behavior, right?"

The psychiatrist exclaimed in delight: "This is feasible!"

He immediately proposed: "To improve, we can use life-scene simulations to let Mr. Wen most directly feel the difference between the two kinds of shackles."

"But doing this carries risk, you..."

"It's very easy to actually get locked up."

The psychiatrist didn't say the rest; Jin Chen also understood it in his heart.

"I can find an assistant." Jin Chen said, his gaze slowly turning toward the old butler walking into the living room.

The old butler felt a chill down his back, his brows furrowed tightly.

After finalizing the plan and seeing off the psychiatrist, Jin Chen suddenly received a call from Yu Lan.

——"Top floor of the Night Black Club, hurry! Sir needs you!"

Forty-five minutes earlier, Wen Jin attended a social function.

The private room was filled with the mellow aroma of cigars and red wine.

Wen Jin leaned in the leather sofa, fingertips playing with an unlit cigar.

When partner Liu Zong raised his glass again, the private room door was pushed open, a white figure slowly walked in.

The bosses all looked toward the door, their expressions varied.

Who dared to pick a drinking companion for Wen Jin?

"Mr. Wen, this is the one I selected for you……" Wang Zong rose, words unfinished, the young boy already walked toward Wen Jin.

He wore a white shirt, the collar buttons undone, and deliberately applied a layer of glitter to his collarbone.

"I'm Xiao Chen." The boy's voice deliberately softened, "I heard Mr. Wen likes art?"

"Perfect, I also study art; we surely have many common topics."

Wen Jin's eyes narrowed slowly behind his glasses.

The boy's features bore a deliberate resemblance to Jin Chen, but in his eyes it looked like a clumsy copy.

No color, no warmth, even his breath carried a cheap perfume scent.

Foolish imitation.

"Get out." Wen Jin said coldly.

Wang Zong hurried forward to smooth things over, smiling greasily, with an expression that said "you understand."

"Mr. Wen, don't be angry, this kid just graduated from art college……"

Wen Jin suddenly felt his temples throbbing, a strange restless heat surging inside his body.

He violently threw down the wine glass; glass shards sliced the boy's ankle, eliciting a cry.

"Drugged?"

Wen Jin's voice turned cold and low: "Who did it?"

The private room fell instantly silent.

The partners stared at each other, "What?!"

Liu Zong glared angrily at Wang Zong, "Could it also be you? Are you crazy?"

"What… no, it's not, I just called for a drinking companion." Wang Zong was also bewildered.

Xiao Chen thought of the price that person had promised, then imagined the wealth and honor that would come from getting involved with Wen Jin.

He gritted his teeth and walked over again, "Mr. Wen, I can accompany…… ah!"

Wen Jin grabbed the boy's throat and poured the whole bottle of high-proof white liquor onto his face: "Trying to seduce me?"

He took out a lighter, the flame illuminating Xiao Chen's terrified face.

Wen Jin seized his hair and yanked him over, "Then let's play something exciting."

The partners:!!!

We can't have a death!

They came rushing over in a panic to stop him.

"Chief Wen, stay calm!" Liu Zong lunged to grab the lighter, "Don't burn! Don't burn!"

"Chief Wen's assistant! Yu Lan!" Song Zong shouted at the top of his voice, "Quickly call that someone for you! That…… gold canary?"

Yu Lan, who had already called: "……"

Jin Chen's gold canary nickname is indeed famous.

Inside the private room, chaos reigned; the "instigator" Wang Zong, in a daze, was also punched a few times by other bosses who hadn't concluded business.

Yu Lan rushed in, and in two or three moves used some hemp rope she'd found somewhere to tie the boy up, kneeling on the ground, very efficiently.

The partner bosses: "……"

Something's off, you Wen clan really do have some unspeakable talents!

Yu Lan quickly arranged a suite at the clubhouse; when Wen Jin was dazed, his killing intent was strongest, and he almost couldn't even let Yu Lan approach.

"Sir! Jin Chen is coming right away!"

Yu Lan shouted Jin Chen's name loudly, almost shouting into Wen Jin's ear, managing to call back a bit of his reason.

Jin Chen arrived quickly.

So quickly that Yu Lan found it unbelievable, after all he had just dialed the internal line of Zhuang Yuan.

Now is not the time to explain that.

Jin Chen saw the boy tied up in the hallway, his ferocious aura grew even stronger.

He strode a few steps, grabbed the person's collar, and pressed the broken wine bottle against his cheek: "Had plastic surgery?"

Xiao Chen was almost scared to death, sobbing as he nodded, "... someone paid me to get it done."

"Was the drug also yours?"

Xiao Chen clenched his eyes shut, "... yes… in… before opening the private room, I already put the drug in… the cup."

"Ah!!!"

Under the shocked gazes of the partners, Xiao Chen's face was cut by the shattered wine bottle, blood flowing freely.

Jin Chen threw him aside, took the room card from Yu Lan's hand, and strode toward the elevator.

"Find out clearly." Jin Chen said.

"Understood." Yu Lan glanced at the boy on the floor, nodded calmly, then calmly looked at the limp Chief Wang.

"You go ahead and say."

Chief Wang: "……" It's over, truly over.

Suite.

The room had no lights on.

When Jin Chen entered, he went straight to the half-reclining Wen Jin on the bed.

Wen Jin apparently also sensed it, his wary gaze came over, then upon seeing the visitor he suddenly relaxed.

"Xiao Chen..."

"It's me, I'm here."

Jin Chen embraced him and was immediately kissed urgently.

Wen Jin breathed heavily, suddenly pressed Jin Chen down, bit his lower lip, an accusation as well as anger.

"They found a fake to disgust me."

Jin Chen licked the blood from his lips, soothingly embracing him, "The genuine article will stay with you tonight."

"Don't endure, don't be afraid." Jin Chen stroked his trembling shoulders.

Wen Jin tore open his shirt buttons, branding a new mark on his collarbone.