Chapter 2312: Love and Chaos: System Showdown 36

Room.

Jin Chen sat on the bedside, his gaze falling on the sleeping boy's face on the bed.

He stretched out his hand, his long fingertips glowing with a faint gold light, and lightly touched You Le An's forehead.

The soul fluctuations of the fragment gradually calmed, no longer chaotic and turbulent as before, yet he sank completely into deep slumber.

In the evening, the Jin residence bustled with activity.

Many servants personally saw their young master carrying the unconscious young master You Le An up to the fourth floor, entering the master bedroom and never coming out.

Lin Ying and Victoria, returning laden from shopping, entered the door chatting and laughing, meeting the servants' hesitant gazes.

The butler came over and explained in detail.

The two moms took a deep breath, glanced at each other, and immediately went upstairs.

Outside the master bedroom door, Lin Ying gently knocked.

"Xiao Chen? What's wrong with An An? I heard…"

The door opened.

Jin Chen stood in the doorway, his tall frame blocking most of the view inside.

His expression was calm, even tinged with post-event languor.

"Mom, Aunt." Jin Chen's voice was low and steady.

"Where's An An?" Victoria peered inside, looking worried.

Jin Chen pondered for half a second, his face unchanged, his heart unmoved, mixing black and white into yellow regardless.

He turned sideways to make a gap, saying, "He can't get up."

Victoria blinked: "Why can't he get up? Is he sick?"

Jin Chen shifted his gaze: "No strength, too tired."

Lin Ying: "…"

Victoria: "…"

What a meaningful statement.

The air froze for a full two seconds.

The two well‑informed noblewomen's faces instantly lit up with vivid expressions.

Although they didn't want to understand right away, they seemed to have no choice but to understand.

Lin Ying raised a hand to her forehead, cleared her throat, and said, "Cough… that… Xiao Chen…"

Victoria also hurriedly interjected, with a hint of reproach, "Young people should practice moderation; health comes first!"

Jin Chen readily agreed, nodding earnestly, "Mm, I know."

Jin Chen calmly closed the door, shutting out all inquiry.

Lin Ying and Victoria stood outside the closed door, looking at each other, then shook their heads, laughing helplessly.

——

The next day, approaching noon.

A strong hunger finally woke You Le An from his deep slumber.

His heavy eyelids twitched, then slowly opened.

What met his eyes was an unfamiliar ceiling.

His consciousness was like being shrouded in thick fog, slowly gathering.

He somewhat blankly rolled his eyes, his gaze landing on the seated figure beside the bed.

Jin Chen?!

You Le An's pupils contracted, his body sprang up, and without thinking he swung his fist at the figure beside the bed.

Jin Chen startled, reacting instantly, he precisely grabbed You Le An's wrist as he lashed out.

"Le An?"

Jin Chen's voice held a tentative note.

"Le your head!"

You Le An glared at him, his wrist restrained, so he slammed his head forward.

Jin Chen frowned, quickly grabbed the air‑conditioning blanket, wrapped it like a zongzi, and bundled the flailing You Le An completely, leaving only his head exposed.

At the same time he leaned forward, pinning the struggling, writhing body inside the blanket.

You Le An:???

"What are you doing! Let me go!"

You Le An was shocked.

How could the brainless chief executive officer who only obeys Lin Xi suddenly become… such a pervert!

"Host…… Main God… uh, hello?"

The villain system's confused electronic voice blared in You Le An's mind.

How did they start fighting?!

"Who! Who's speaking? Get out here!"

You Le An, wrapped in the blanket and unable to move, shuddered at the sudden voice.

Villain system: "……"

It's over.

"You've messed up the Main God's brain!"

"What are you saying," Ling Gun Gun smacked over, "Silence!"

Jin Chen watched Youle An's pure ruthlessness in his eyes at close range, and the intense reaction of that system voice.

He pressed his fingertip to his brow, feeling that a strand of divine soul within his body was actually in an unmerged state.

The dominant consciousness occupying this body was the unfused Youle An who had experienced the original plot.

Jin Chen immediately loosened his restraint, even stepping back two steps on his own to create distance.

The blanket wrapped around Youle An also loosened accordingly.

"You really want to leave?" Jin Chen said.

"Nonsense!" Youle An immediately broke free from the blanket, glaring warily at Jin Chen, ready at any moment to attack or flee.

Jin Chen sent a message to the steward forbidding Youle An from leaving the villa, then turned and walked to the door, pulling it open.

"Please."

He needed to think of another way.

Youle An froze, not expecting the other party to let him go so readily.

His strong wariness prevented him from acting immediately; he stared suspiciously at Jin Chen.

Jin Chen simply looked at him calmly, his eyes unfathomable.

"If you don't go now, you'll never be able to leave."

Having confirmed that the other party seemed truly unwilling to stop him, the urge to escape in Youle An's heart instantly overwhelmed everything.

He no longer hesitated, leaping violently from the bed, not even bothering to put on shoes, and rushed out of the door barefoot.

Youle An went down the hallway, but when he rushed to the stairwell,

An indescribable pain, as if his soul were being forcibly torn apart, erupted suddenly from deep within his heart.

Youle An let out a muffled groan, his vision instantly went dark, and all his strength was drained in an instant.

He uncontrollably curled up his body, crouching on the cold stairwell.

It felt as if a large chunk had been gouged from his chest—a searing pain stemming from deep within his soul, as something vitally important was forcibly torn away.

Youle An trembled all over from the pain, cold sweat instantly soaking his forehead hair.

His blurred vision lifted just enough to see the far end of the hallway, where Jin Chen's silhouette was heading away without looking back, seemingly toward the study.

Watching that upright receding figure grow farther away, the pain and emptiness in his chest were instantly magnified countless times.

No, it hurts so much.

I want… I want to be held.

Who should hold me?

He writhed in pain at the stairwell, a blurry, warm figure bearing a familiar scent flashing through his chaotic consciousness—too fast to grasp—but it made that longing instantly become extraordinarily clear and intense.