Chapter 2475: My Wife Is a Pirate 05

Jin Chen looked at his appearance of facing a great enemy, couldn't help laughing out loud, his voice carrying an inexplicable magnetism, "I already said you don't need to call me benefactor. Besides……"

He stood up, his tall figure casting a shadow in the moonlight, his tone somewhat teasing.

"Are you still afraid I'll kick you in your sleep? Your body isn't fully recovered; sleeping on the ground and catching a chill would just cause me trouble."

His words were reasonable, his attitude open and natural, Bu Changji momentarily found no reason to rebut, only feeling a breath stuck in his chest, neither up nor down.

Eventually, under Jin Chen's teasing gaze, Bu Changji could only grit his teeth, shuffling back to the bedside awkwardly.

Late at night, with everyone quiet, the oil lamp had long been extinguished.

Bu Changji lay on the inner side of the bed, pressing himself as close as possible to the cold wall, a clear "Chu River Han Boundary" separating him from Jin Chen on the outside.

Jin Chen seemed truly tired; shortly after lying down, his breathing became even and prolonged.

But Bu Changji felt no sleepiness at all.

The bed beneath them wasn't spacious; with two adult men lying down, even if they deliberately kept distance, slight bodily contact was inevitable.

This honest, simple fisherman…… what kind of weird fragrance does he actually carry on him?

Bu Changji closed his eyes in annoyance, trying to dispel this distracting feeling.

His original plan was to wait until late at night, when everyone was quiet and Jin Chen beside him was sound asleep, then quietly get up, use the moonlight to scout the terrain in the fishing hollow, and look for the entrance to the treasure vault.

Bu Changji had long lived a life of licking blood from blades, day and night reversed, and was already accustomed to staying alert while on guard and in light sleep.

Yet when he opened his eyes again, it was already broad daylight.

Sunlight streamed through the window lattice, lighting up the interior brightly.

What made Bu Changji's whole body tense was the sight of a firm, well-defined chest rising and falling slightly with breathing, almost brushing his nose, exuding vigorous warmth.

Bu Changji: "???"

When had he ever slept so deeply!

How did he end up sleeping straight through until broad daylight!

Could it be…… that this fellow tampered with the porridge or incense last night, slipping some kind of sedative?

All sorts of things, Bu Changji's mind raced with myriad thoughts, he stared warily at Jin Chen, trying to find any trace of pretense on his handsome sleeping face.

Jin Chen's breathing was even, his brows and eyes relaxed, he slept very soundly and calmly.

At that moment, Jin Chen's eyelashes twitched, as if he were about to wake.

Bu Changji's heart jumped; he quickly closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, feigning continued deep sleep.

He heard a soft rustle from beside him as Jin Chen seemed to sit up, followed by the faint sound of fabric rubbing while dressing.

Bu Changji held his breath, prickling his ears to listen carefully, judging Jin Chen's movements.

After a while, the footsteps inside seemed to stop; Bu Changji could hear nothing more, basically there was no sound at all.

Left?

Bu Changji patiently waited a bit longer, confirming there was no sound left in the room, then opened his eyes.

As soon as his vision cleared, he met a smiling, handsome face.

Jin Chen had never left; he bent over, leaned by the bedside, leisurely watching him pretend to sleep.

Bu Changji: "!!!" Bu

Bu Changji was so frightened his soul nearly left his body, his heart almost jumping out of his throat; the left fist hidden under the blanket clenched instantly, and only with great self‑control did he suppress the urge to throw a punch.

Jin Chen seemed completely unaware of that instant's killing intent and fear, his smile bright, "Awake, how do you feel today? Is your body feeling any better?"

Bu Changji forced his tense body to relax, adjusted his facial expression, and struggled to squeeze out a smile tinged with weakness, nodding obediently.

"Mm, good, much better."

He said this, pressing his restless left fist beneath him.

"Then that's good."

Jin Chen seemed quite pleased, reaching out to ruffle his somewhat messy long hair, "I'll steam some egg‑drop rice porridge this morning, then whip up a cold dish of raw‑marinated shrimp and kelp strips to whet the appetite."

"Anything else you'd like to eat?"

Bu Changji lowered his eyelids, shook his head, after a moment his voice carried a deliberately hoarse disguise, "... These will do."

Until he saw Jin Chen turn and leave the door, hearing the footsteps fade away, Bu Changji still stared at the closed wooden door with lingering alarm for a good while.

Fearful that this unpredictable fellow might launch a surprise counterattack.

Only after confirming the person had really left did he finally let out a deep breath.

Bu Changji, furious, silently clenched his fists and fiercely hammered the blanket beneath him twice.

The campaign got off to a bad start.

Not only was his plan completely thrown into disarray, he also nearly exposed himself in front of this honest fisherman.

No way; today, no matter what, he must find a way out, at least to get in touch with his subordinates in the Stone Building.

Fortunately, after breakfast, Jin Chen warmed the leftover porridge and vegetables on the stove and came over to give him instructions.

"I'm going out to fish with the boat today; I won't be back until evening. There's food on the stove—heat it yourself if you're hungry."

"If you feel bored, you can stroll around the vicinity to get some fresh air, but under no circumstances wander far—the seaside paths are confusing and easy to get lost on."

Jin Chen gave these instructions carefully.

Bu Changji was overjoyed inside, but kept a meek, obedient exterior, nodding obediently, "Yeah, I got it, Jin Chen Dage, you be careful."

Once Jin Chen's back had completely vanished at the end of the path leading to the dock, Bu Changji instantly transformed, sprang up, checked that no one was paying attention, and swiftly headed toward the Stone Building east of the village.

——

Elsewhere, the sea surface was covered with endless blue waves.

The fishing boats of White Wave Hollow rode the wind and broke the waves, heading out to sea.

This time going out to sea was led by Uncle Liu Fourth; the companions were all able‑bodied laborers from the hollow, mostly from the same clan, who often teamed up to fish on ordinary days.

This is indeed a labor‑intensive task; once the fishing nets and fixed stakes are lowered into the sea, while waiting for the haul to be drawn, the men, their bodies slick with sweat and seawater, shout, strip off their shirts, and splash into the clear, cool water.

Besides washing off the heat all over his body, he also took the chance to see if he could scoop up any extra gains.

Jin Chen also jumped into the water with his self‑brought net bag and small iron rake.

The seawater was crystal clear, with extremely high visibility; underwater lay another splendid world.

Variegated coral clusters, reefs of diverse shapes rising and falling, and schools of fish swimming about.

Being wood that had been made into a mermaid, Jin Chen moved in the water with effortless ease.

After swimming a while, he keenly noticed a subtle disturbance in a patch of sand not far off, as if something large were buried there.

Jin Chen observed for a moment, then adjusted his course and swam toward that spot.

Along the way he didn't forget to use the iron rake to knock off a few plump sea urchins, pry them open, and feed the curious little fish that gathered around.

The sea urchin went into the small fish's belly, and the small fish was then swallowed whole by Ling Gun Gun.

Passing a thicket of staghorn coral, Jin Chen, quick‑eyed and quick‑handed, snatched several orchid crabs trying to hide.

Another plump squid swam by foolishly; he speared it precisely with the iron rake, and the startled squid spurted a big blob of ink, blackening a patch of seawater.

Jin Chen tossed Ling Gun Gun into it.

【Hey my boss!】

Ling Gun Gun rolled once in the blackened seawater, dazedly crawled out, and unceremoniously flopped onto Jin Chen's head.

【Burp!】 Matchstick Hand blocked Jin Chen's eyes.

Jin Chen shook himself off, then stuffed the still‑struggling squid into the net bag already holding many sea snails and lobsters, which felt heavy.

This trip yielded a bountiful harvest.