Chapter 2275: Miao Jiang Youth's Fierce Love 38

In the blink of an eye, it had been over three months since arriving at the South Gate.

Aside from the day he arrived, Jin Chen had hardly seen He Mo Ning again; at the South Gate front clinic, patients came and went, and sometimes even Nan Yi Xing couldn't find where He Mo Ning was, so the master even scolded him several times, but He Mo Ning was like he'd lost his soul, showing no reaction even when scolded.

Fan Ruoxi had also suspected whether He Mo Ning had been poisoned with a gu by Jin Que.

Jin Chen had observed carefully; it wasn't the symptoms of a gu poisoning, but rather resembled lovesickness.

Thus no one paid any more attention to He Mo Ning; they simply waited for him to come out on his own, or for him to suggest returning to the Thousand-Screen Mountain Stronghold.

But Jin Chen never imagined that He Mo Ning would actually come to him voluntarily.

The rear building's small loft.

Jin Chen leaned on a rattan chair, gnawing wild hawthorn; the red snake coiled beneath the tree roots, dozing, its tail still wrapped around half a piece of uneaten fruit.

Amid the dappled tree shadows, Jin Chen heard footsteps, lifted his gaze, and looked toward the archway.

It was He Mo Ning.

"Anything the matter?"

Jin Chen lifted his eyes lazily, his fingertips still stained with hawthorn juice, glowing faintly red in the sunlight.

He casually smoothed his loose collar, the fresh bite mark at his collarbone faintly visible.

He Mo Ning stood three paces away, his face somewhat gloomy, yet also revealing a hint of deliberate mockery.

"Senior Brother has been out for two days and hasn't returned; you're so leisurely—don't you want to know what he's up to?"

Jin Chen narrowed his eyes; the red snake suddenly raised its body, its scales flashing cold light in the sun.

He leisurely spat out the pit, accurately landing it at He Mo Ning's feet: "Speak plainly."

"You think… Senior Brother will always treat you like a treasure to be pampered? Leave the Thousand-Screen Mountain Stronghold, and no one will fawn over you."

He Mo Ning suddenly raised his voice, sounding like a warning yet tinged with sarcasm: "Once you leave the Thousand-Screen Mountain Stronghold, you're nothing but…"

The red snake darted like lightning to He Mo Ning's neck, its icy tongue brushing his vital pulse.

Jin Chen remained lazily reclined in the chair, his gaze dangerous.

"You haven't come out these few days—have you been hiding in your room to sneak eat bear heart and leopard gall?"

He Mo Ning's Adam's apple bobbed, cold sweat breaking out on his back, yet he kept his neck stiff: "Young Master, I'm advising you—you know nothing of the outside world; Senior Brother will eventually grow tired of you."

Before his words finished, the red snake suddenly tightened its body, constricting his breath, yet he still said: "You… you still don't know, do you?"

"The patients Senior Brother has been seeing these past two days are people with an ambiguous relationship to him!"

【Oh ho.】 Ling Gun Gun cracked the hawthorn seeds, 【originally came to sow discord~】

Jin Chen suddenly raised an eyebrow, lifted his hand to call the red snake back, eyes full of interest as he lifted his chin: "Tell me in detail."

Let me see how to cause trouble better later.

I was just worrying about not having an excuse to go see my wife.

Five minutes later, He Mo Ning was coiled by the red snake and flung out of the small loft, nearly crashing and becoming half-paralyzed; he lay on the ground for a good while before barely managing to crawl up, his dim gaze fixed on the doorframe for a few moments before turning and leaving.

——

The night was as dark as ink; Nan Yi Xing sat at the table, fingertips lightly tapping the surface, brows slightly furrowed, quietly discussing with his friend Hao You the matters they had been preparing lately.

Hao You sighed; "If you keep doing this, you'll have no way back."

This is basically handing over all one's wealth to that fairy-like Miao Jiang youth! Fortunately, the South Gate has been passed down through generations and has also accumulated some wealth.

Nan Yi Xing was about to speak when he suddenly heard a faint silver bell sound, clear and pleasant, yet in this quiet night it seemed especially jarring.

His heart jumped, and he instinctively looked toward the private room's window.

He saw a tall figure standing silently outside the window, black hair flowing like a waterfall, pallid skin glowing with a cold jade-like sheen in the moonlight, the only striking thing being the vivid red robe, like a spirit stepping out of an ink painting.

"Jin Chen?"

Nan Yi Xing's pupils constricted slightly, the wine cup in his hand nearly tipping over.

Hao You followed his gaze and inhaled a sharp breath of cold air: "Holy shit, this…"

Nan Yi Xing had already risen, covering three steps in two strides to reach the door.

Just as his fingertips touched the icy copper handle, the wooden door was suddenly pulled open from outside by a force.

The moment the damp cold wind rushed in, his whole body was pulled into an embrace carrying a faint scent of sandalwood.

"Mmm!" His back slammed hard against the door panel, Nan Yi Xing grunted in pain.

Jin Chen's arm coiled like a snake around his waist, his cool lips pressing against the pulsing blood vessel on the side of his neck, lightly rubbing that sensitive spot.

"How…" Nan Yi Xing's breathing went erratic; in his peripheral vision he saw Hao You staring wide-eyed, his ears instantly burning.

"Don't make a scene, there are guests…"

"No… whatever, I'm not here!" Hao You grabbed the contract, turned, and left through the back door.

Oh dear, how did his Bodhisattva-like friend get bewitched by this monster-like youth?

Nan Yi Xing: "……"

Jin Chen didn't spare a glance elsewhere; his breath swept over Nan Yi Xing's ear like a poisonous snake's tongue.

"Three days."

That abrupt sentence made Nan Yi Xing's heart tremble slightly, recalling that he had indeed been away for three straight days due to handling affairs.

Jin Chen's silver bell swayed gently with his leaning motion, sending out ripples of enchanting sound in the quiet room.

His fingertips twirled a strand of Nan Yi Xing's hair, his lips curled in a smile, his voice laced with dangerous sweetness: "Brother, guess what I'm here to do?"

Nan Yi Xing was pinned against the door by him, his breathing slightly shallow, the neck still retaining the warm, moist sensation from the recent kiss.

He let out a soft hum, his voice low and hoarse: "I don't know."

Jin Chen's lips almost touched his earlobe, speaking slowly: "Come to catch an affair."

Nan Yi Xing: "……?"

He suddenly flipped over, grabbed Jin Chen's wrist in one motion, brows slightly furrowed: "What are you here to do?"

Jin Chen let Nan Yixing hold him, his smile deepening, his tone utterly innocent, 'What He Moren said, Brother not taking me out means he despises me, and might even go behind my back to find someone else.'

Oh, he also said Brother went out to meet his ambiguous love interest.

The air suddenly froze, Nan Yixing stared at Jin Chen's eyes, trying to discern the truth in his words.

Jin Chen merely smiled, his fingertips lightly rubbing the vermilion on Nan Yixing's brow, teasing.

'Do you believe him?' Nan Yixing's voice sank slightly.

Jin Chen tilted his head, 'I don't believe him.'

He leaned in, his nose almost touching Nan Yixing's, 'But I want to hear Brother say it himself, why make me stay alone in the empty room.'

Nan Yixing Silence for a moment, the suppressed jealousy leaked out instantly, he lightly bit Jin Chen's cheek.

'I took you to see my master's old friend's son half a month ago; that very night they wanted to invite you to their home as a guest. A few days ago, a patient who had benefited from my favor recovered and came to deliver a commendation banner, only meeting you in passing, then asked me for your contact information.'

Too many to list.

Jin Chen exclaimed in surprise, 'Really? How would I not know.'

'Am I stupid, or do I have to be responsible for delivering others' feelings?' Nan Yixing tapped his forehead with his fingertips.

Jin Chen made an 'oh' sound, his fingertips slipping into Nan Yixing's collar, his voice low and hoarse: 'But I'm still unhappy.'

Nan Yixing raised his brow, 'Then what do you want?'

Jin Chen smiled without a word, merely lightly biting the side of his neck, leaving an ambiguous mark.

Nan Yixing grabbed his wrist, lowering his voice: 'Don't make a fuss… let's go home first and talk.'

Jin Chen chuckled lightly, the darkness in his eyes not faded, 'Then Brother, coax me?'

Nan Yixing: '……'

He knows all too well the process of 'coaxing,' which cannot be done here.

'No, go home.' Nan Yixing poked Jin Chen's shoulder.