Chapter 232: Saving the Ruthless Mafia Boss 20

The black aura dissipated.

Meng Fuchi suddenly felt a piercing pain, collapsed weakly onto Jin Chen, and only after a few seconds did he react.

He sat up, furrowed his brows tightly, tasted the blood in his mouth, and seeing Jin Chen extremely weak, his heart jumped.

What have I… done?

"Brother Chi, I'm a bit tired; go rest."

Jin Chen forced a smile, and a tear fell just right, landing on Meng Fuchi's hand, burning his heart and sending ripples through his heart lake.

Regret and self-blame surged up his heart.

"I'm not..."

"What am I not?"

Meng Fuchi's words got stuck in his throat, left unsaid.

He realized he might have relapsed, his possessive urge toward Jin Chen acting up, making him worry about Jin Chen fleeing, even though Jin Chen had repeated it over and over, he still couldn't believe it.

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value 10, cumulative 70!】

0731 saw the Little Pitiful One finally regain consciousness, and he let out a long breath in the space.

Thank goodness, the Host dispelled the dark power in time; otherwise this world would have endured a tragic love!

"What does Brother Chi want to say?"

Jin Chen seemed to hear his earlier mutter, lifted his eyes and asked.

"Nothing, just rest well; the toxins… have all been cleared out, you'll recover tomorrow."

Meng Fuchi avoided his gaze, his tone still cold and hard, yet one could hear the concern, completely different from before.

"But I'm in so much pain… I can't sleep."

He lightly pressed his thin lips, voice fallen and aggrieved, his wrist locked and unable to move, he gently tugged at Meng Fuchi's sleeve with his fingertip: "Brother Chi, could you let me go?"

Those beautiful, captivating peach blossom eyes were now somewhat dim, yet he still summoned his spirit to plead.

Compared to his former uninhibited coquettishness, he now showed a hint of fear and estrangement.

Jin Chen's gaze and tone were like a sharp ice dagger, stabbing hard into Meng Fuchi's heart.

But…

Meng Fuchi looked at the lock on the iron chain, clenched his fists tightly, unable to decide.

If Jin Chen truly stayed away from me out of fear, compared to liking and love, he would probably choose freedom and safety.

"Or, you loosen my hand; this really feels awful."

Jin Chen's pale neck still bore marks from being choked, his lips trembling slightly, making him look especially pitiable.

"Mm."

Meng Fuchi did not refuse the request; he got up, turned on the bedroom light, used the key he carried to unlock the shackles on his wrists, only then discovering the chains were rough, having already worn away Jin Chen's wrist skin, drawing red threads of blood.

"Hiss…" Jin Chen winced, his wrist twitching twice, but he dared not pull back, only able to place it carefully in his hand, fingertips curled.

Meng Fuchi went completely soft-hearted.

He gently rubbed the wound on the wrist, picked up the iodine cotton swab the doctor had left aside, and lowered his brows.

"Jin Chen, do you hate me?" he heard himself ask.

But only he knew what he really wanted to ask: "Do you still like me?"

After experiencing this, will you still like me, or will you choose to stay away?

After he finished asking, the room fell into a brief silence.

Meng Fuchi was like someone awaiting judgment, daring not to make a sound, only the faint rustle of the cotton swab rubbing the skin.

After a long while.

Jin Chen gripped his hand back, barely sat up leaning against the headboard, and shook his head at him.

"I like you."

Perhaps because he lacked strength, his voice was very soft, yet in this quiet room it was clearly audible to Meng Fuchi.

"Even if you poisoned me, hurt me, and tied me up, I still like you, but I'm also afraid of how you were just now."

Jin Chen turned his body, embraced Meng Fuchi, his head weakly resting on his shoulder, rubbing affectionately, deep and tender.

"Brother Chi, please don't become like that again, okay?"

After hearing his words, Meng Fuchi could no longer hold back his emotions, returning the embrace tightly, mist swelling in his eyes.

He could hardly believe what he heard, like a voice from a beautiful dream—indeed, someone would see his sickly state and still choose to accompany and like him, rather than abandon him.

Perhaps he really should believe that Jin Chen is different from everyone before.

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value 10, cumulative 80!】

"Okay, I promise you."

Meng Fuchi heard Jin Chen chuckle lightly, felt the kiss land on his neck, and his mood relaxed considerably as well.

He didn't await the verdict's evidence; instead, the gentle warmth of spring rain soothed his anxiety and unease.

Only Jin Chen could do that, so easily tugging at his emotions.

After the embrace, he saw the two chains binding Jin Chen again, found them glaringly offensive, used the key to unlock the ankle shackles as well, and threw these dignity‑stripping restraints onto the floor.

In truth he had already regained his strength, but forced to feign weakness, Jin Chen's mind flashed, he suddenly coughed twice lightly, and took his wife's hand.

"Brother Chi… I feel so dirty, I want to take a bath."

Meng Fuchi blinked, shook his head, and said: "No, you'd faint if you bathed now; wait until tomorrow to wash, just put on clean clothes—I'll go get them for you."

He got up, opened Jin Chen's wardrobe, took out a robe, and walked back.

Jin Chen: "…" A misstep.

"Then Brother Chi, help me change; I have no strength."

He still hadn't given up, powerless to lean against the head of the bed, his expression dazed, as if he would faint any moment.

He looked so pitiable that Meng Fuchi couldn't refuse.

He reached out to unbutton Jin Chen's shirt; the more he undid, the redder Meng Fuchi's ears became.

He never expected Jin Chen's physique to be so good; it actually matched his face quite well.

Suddenly, a warm palm covered his ear tip, gently rubbing it twice, and Jin Chen leaned close to his face, his tone affectionate.

"Chi Ge's ears are so red."

Despite being several years older, Meng Fuchi, provoked this way, responded in kind, his hand sliding onto his well‑shaped abs and moving slightly downward.

"Probably because your physique isn't bad?"

"……" Damn.

Jin Chen took a deep breath, almost getting excited, but now his "weak body" means he can't eat meat.

He instantly surrendered, flopping onto Meng Fuchi's shoulder to beg for mercy.

"I was wrong, Chi Ge, let me off."

This time Meng Fuchi laughed out loud, quickly putting the sleep robe on Jin Chen, and his mood completely relaxed.

"Don't mess around, rest quickly."

"Then I want to rest together with Chi Ge, otherwise I'll have nightmares."

Jin Chen clung pitifully to his sleeve, pulling a little harder, "Sleep with me."

That expression really made him hard to refuse.

Besides, after what just happened, Meng Fuchi thought it over and didn't refuse.

The two lay entwined in bed; it was unclear who started the tentative kiss, but it eventually sparked a wildfire, leaving them unable to part their kisses under the covers.