Chapter 2350: S-Rank Guide Forced Love 35

Under the solemn dome of the council hall, members filed in one after another, and an invisible gunpowder smoke lingered in the air.

Yu Zan had just been officially promoted to a high-level position in the High Tower yesterday, and the silver-gray badge symbolizing his status was pinned to the collar of his black combat uniform.

The promotion ceremony and the subsequent handover of permissions drained him of much energy, and coupled with the lingering fatigue from his S-rank evolution, he now just wanted to find a warm spot to curl up and sleep.

Preferably in his guide's arms.

Thus, while the council members had not yet all arrived and the hall was somewhat empty, the newly appointed S-rank sentinel high-level clung to Jin Chen almost entirely, utterly disregarding his appearance.

Yu Zan rested his chin on Jin Chen's shoulder, his arms loosely wrapped around his waist like a big cat soaking up warmth.

Jin Chen sat beside the chief seat, his fingertips occasionally twining Yu Zan's slightly prickly short hair, and he indulged him.

Bai Ye walked in, saw the scene, and gave two light coughs: "Ahem, quiet, let's begin."

Yu Zan heard him, but didn't move; instead he buried his face deeper into Jin Chen's neck, letting out a discontented grunt.

Jin Chen's hand, resting on the outside of Yu Zan's thigh, gave a light pat; only then did Yu Zan reluctantly straighten up, lazily walking to his assigned fixed seat—the spot to Jin Chen's rear-left.

Yu Zan plopped down heavily, sinking into the wide chair, and toward the spot several meters away from Jin Chen he clicked his tongue openly, expressing strong dissatisfaction.

Which idiot arranged this seat.

The senator sitting to Jin Chen's right felt a chill down his back and instinctively shrank his neck.

The impeachment proceedings formally began, with lengthy and heated debate.

Various pieces of evidence, accusations, and rebuttals clashed.

As the prosecutor, Jin Chen spoke sharply, his logic tight, cooperating seamlessly with his faction's legislators, pressing step by step.

Kai's face was ashen; he struggled uselessly in his defense, but the evidence was mountainous, and his sophistry appeared pale and powerless before Jin Chen's calm, mighty aura.

Yu Zan had no interest in the politicians' verbal sparring.

After his evolution, his body felt as if its bones had been drained, the deep marrow-deep lassitude and inability to muster strength growing ever stronger.

Only the guide's qi emanating from Jin Chen could barely keep him conscious.

He propped up his head, half-lidded, his gaze mostly glued to Jin Chen's upright back.

Jin Chen keenly sensed his wife's restlessness.

He continued to deal with Kai calmly, extending an imperceptible mental silk thread that silently wound around the chair and wrapped around the inner side of Yu Zan's wrist resting on the armrest.

A familiar soothing sensation came through, and Yu Zan comfortably narrowed his eyes.

But then a mischievous thought rose in his heart. He glanced sideways at the nearly transparent dark-blue silk thread on his wrist, the corner of his mouth curling into a wicked smile.

Taking advantage of Jin Chen's moment of full concentration on presenting key evidence, Yu Zan suddenly lowered his head and bit that mental silk thread with his teeth, neither too lightly nor too heavily.

Jin Chen's speaking voice paused, and his body instantly tensed for a moment.

The mental silk thread is an extension of the guide's psychic power; when a sentinel touches it this way, the stimulation is extremely direct and intense.

Jin Chen glanced sideways at the instigator behind him; Yu Zan tilted his head, giving him a provocative yet innocent smile.

Jin Chen quickly withdrew his gaze, his Adam's apple bobbed once, and he continued speaking without changing expression, merely adjusting his sitting posture by crossing his legs unnoticeably.

What to do with such a mischievous wife.

Obviously, punish him back home.

The next second, the mental silk thread on Yu Zan's wrist suddenly tightened.

Immediately afterward, several thicker, more substantial mental silk threads appeared out of nowhere, winding around Yu Zan's wrist, forearm, and even his waist.

The binding force was just right—uncomfortable enough not to hurt, yet strong enough to make escape impossible.

Yu Zan:!!!

He instinctively struggled, but there was no movement; lifting his eyes to Jin Chen, he saw the other still speaking calmly, as if nothing had happened.

Yu Zan began to panic, under the eyes of the crowd…

He tried to appease, lifting his bound wrist to his mouth and licking one of the mental silk threads with the tip of his tongue, sending a warm, wet sensation through.

His fingers also quietly hooked another thread, attempting to rub it gently with his pads to convey a plea for mercy.

However, Jin Chen seemed determined to teach him a lesson.

The mental silk threads not only didn't loosen, they wound tighter, making Yu Zan's cheeks uncontrollably flush, even his ears turning red.

He dared not move again, only able to sit stiffly in his seat, silently enduring this public yet secret and shameful punishment, his gaze turning somewhat vacant.

In the end, the vote result was without suspense.

Kai was thoroughly removed from office, all his permissions transferred, and what awaited him was a harsh trial and imprisonment.

"The motion passes!" Bai Ye's voice rang out.

"Pa! Pa! Pa!"

Yu Zan was the first to clap, and also the one who clapped the hardest.

While clapping, he gestured a shooting motion at Kai, who was being escorted past him by two guards.

Killing you now is as easy as flipping a palm!

Kai saw it, his last hope utterly shattered, his body swayed, and he was nearly dragged out of the council hall.

【Villain Blackening Value detected -10, total 24!】

The meeting ended.

Jin Chen rose, and Yu Zan immediately stiffened his body, taking a few steps to his side, regardless of whether any councilors remained scattered about, he directly nuzzled Jin Chen's neck with his head, his voice tinged with a whiny nasal tone.

"Let go! Quickly let go! I was wrong!"

Jin Chen raised his hand, pinching his heated earlobe with moderate force, saying, "You owe a lesson; go rest on your own."

As the words fell, the mental silk threads on Yu Zan's wrist and waist vanished instantly.

Yu Zan immediately lifted his head, "And what about you?!"

Jin Chen's gaze swept past him, seeming to look toward a certain direction deep in the High Tower, "Go see that annoying old man."

He paused, looked at Yu Zan's dissatisfied eyes, and added, "I'll first go feel out the situation; after a few days, I'll bring you to see him."

Yu Zan pursed his lips, reluctantly accepting this answer, but it was clearly still not enough.

He tiptoed, his gaze locked onto Jin Chen's lips, the meaning couldn't be clearer.

Jin Chen lowered his head and placed a light kiss on the corner of Yu Zan's mouth, like soothing a temperamental big cat.

"Alright, go back to sleep—you're not in great shape right now." Jin Chen coaxed him.

Only then did Yu Zan feel satisfied.