Chapter 230

That's how it is.

Meng Fuchi nodded in understanding; although Liang Shu's words were topsy-turvy and he deliberately blurred important information, all that mattered was knowing Du Ruosong's next main plan.

【Detected Villain Blackening Value -20, total 40!】

"I... still have something to say."

Liang Shu's bloodied hand still hadn't released him; he violently spat out a mouthful of blood, mixed with saliva, dripping to the ground, and he laughed maniacally.

Meng Fuchi leaned in and heard him whisper softly.

"You... are destined never to receive sincerity; I dare guarantee, Jin Chen approaching you absolutely has ulterior motives!"

"He absolutely isn't as pure as you think! Otherwise how could it be such a coincidence that you just happened to meet him? You should be alone until death!"

After Liang Shu finished speaking, he burst into laughter on his own, ignoring the pain from tearing his wound, feeling only great relief.

He exerted all his strength, in a place Jin Chen couldn't see, and injected the remaining wisp of black aura into Meng Fuchi's body.

"Noisy."

Meng Fuchi's final stab pierced Liang Shu's chest, instantly changing the original intention to interrogate him slowly.

But his expression was extremely grim.

What Liang Shu said happened to strike his most hidden worry.

Yeah, how could it be such a coincidence, running into Jin Chen at the bar just like that, and then discovering he is the child of my benefactor, and the sandalwood on him can perfectly soothe my emotions.

Jin Chen suddenly noticed that his wife's gaze toward him was off; he blinked, puzzled.

What nonsense is that scoundrel Liang Shu spouting again?

What's wrong, Brother Chi?

Aren't you afraid?

Meng Fuchi tossed away the bloodstained dagger, gesturing with his eyes for all the subordinates standing on either side to leave.

Afraid of what?

My earlier actions—you're not afraid?

He stepped over Liang Shu's corpse, walked toward Jin Chen, slowly took off his black glove, threw it to the ground, and his questioning tone carried a hint of doubt.

Jin Chen noticed Meng Fuchi wasn't wearing that spiritual bead necklace today, and could roughly guess what Liang Shu had done.

He raised a smile, shook his head, and said, "As I said before, I only fear that Brother Chi might come to harm; I fear nothing else."

I really dislike two kinds of people, Meng Fuchi said, walking to the sofa, pinching Jin Chen's face, lowering his phoenix eyes to look at him, his voice soft.

Those who betray me, and those who deceive me—Jin Chen, which kind will you be?

I am none of those.

Jin Chen raised his head, completely unbothered by his attitude, grabbed his arm and said softly, "Brother Chi, please don't distrust me, okay?"

He twitched his fingers, trying to use Spiritual Power to disperse that wisp of black aura, but that tiny, smoke-like dark force was as slippery as a swimming snake, impossible to catch easily, and could only succeed when Meng Fuchi was completely off guard.

Obviously, now is not the time.

Brother Chi, let go first… hiss

Jin Chen's peach-blossom eyes widened slightly; he lowered his head and saw that at his left shoulder, an extremely slender sleeve dagger had split the wound, and blood immediately seeped out.

He had never guarded against Meng Fuchi, so he was easily stabbed.

【Heavens!】 0731 took a deep breath, suffering a strong fright.

His fingers stained with Jin Chen's blood, he smeared it on his lips; Meng Fuchi's voice was hoarse, his phoenix eyes flashing with a dim light, half his knee bent between his legs as he lowered his body.

No matter which kind you are, there's no chance of getting away unscathed.

I won't leave.

Jin Chen reached out to caress his lover's face, his tone firm: "Brother Chi, I won't leave your side."

I don't believe it. Meng Fuchi said.

No one will stay forever.

Before, he had heard such promises; his parents, friends—all eventually abandoned him without exception, leaving him utterly alone, wandering solitary in the night.

Now he has become the ruler, and ELF's subordinates all need to rely on him to survive; even so, someone will still betray him.

The wound was somewhat painful; perhaps this body's pain tolerance is weak, Jin Chen broke out in a cold sweat, yet he still soothed Meng Fuchi in a gentle voice.

I'm different from them; I came for you.

The blood stain on his lips was bright red, making his skin look even paler, inadvertently revealing some fragility as he tilted his head and leaned closer to Meng Fuchi.

Brother Chi, I'm in so much pain……

Damn it, what's wrong with this body—just a small cut and it's weakened like this.

Jin Chen frowned, channeling Spiritual Power to protect his consciousness and pulse, but he dared not openly staunch the bleeding in front of Meng Fuchi; he could only let it flow, and his cold sweat increased.

Of course it hurts; the sleeve dagger is coated with poison.

Meng Fuchi lowered his long lashes, bent his head, and pressed a kiss to Jin Chen's lips—a kiss full of the scent of blood.

This poison will magnify the pain, cause relentless bleeding, and then…… damage the heart.

His fingertips glided from Jin Chen's throat down to his chest, lingering there, and he tapped lightly.

No wonder.

Jin Chen sighed, suddenly feeling his nerves fatigued; he had soothing words filling his mind, but they ultimately stayed stuck in his throat.

He closed his eyes, swallowed the sweet-blood taste in his throat, withdrew his Spiritual Power into his dantian, and his consciousness instantly faded as he passed out.

Meng Fuchi supported his body, furrowed his brows slightly, his eyes flashing with struggle before ultimately calming.

Someone come.

Boss!

The two subordinates who had just left walked in, saw this scene, and each took a deep breath.

How did the boss knock this person out! And he even got injured!

Didn't Brother Qiang say that this person named Jin Chen is the boss's beloved, telling them to keep their eyes open and not cause trouble?!

This... the way of doting is so unique?!

"Take him back to the manor and lock him up."

Meng Fuchi lightly traced Jin Chen's brows and eyes with his fingertip, his tone calm.

"Yes!"

The two exchanged a glance and understood.

Turns out the boss likes to play forced love!

Ten minutes later.

All the servants in the manor watched wide-eyed as the blood-soaked Jin Chen was carried into the upstairs room, and then saw the people carrying him produce a long iron chain and go into the room.

In a moment, rumors spread everywhere.

When A Qiang came to the manor to report the situation, the version he heard was:

Jin Chen discovered the boss's true identity, and without hesitation gave up love to pursue freedom, but was discovered by the boss, who then felt that even such a vast manor could not confine the beloved person.

In a moment, anger rose from the heart, and he accidentally injured him; he could only have his subordinates lock him back in the room, preferring that he hate himself, to be a caged bird for life, but to keep him by his side!

A Qiang:???

He left for just three short hours, and the manor enacted a melodramatic TV drama?

After thinking about how the boss must be feeling now, A Qiang decided it's better not to provoke trouble.

Meanwhile, inside the manor room.

Meng Fuchi returned to his own room, washed off the bloody smell, and when he came out again, he noticed the necklace on the table, his expression stunned for a moment.