Chapter 2492: My Wife Is a Pirate 22

On the second floor of the wine shop, by the window.

The four took their seats, and the waiter first brought a pot of clear tea.

Bu Changji grabbed the teapot, poured a cup for Jin Chen, then sat down tightly beside him.

Jin Chen lifted his teacup, his gaze falling on the restless pirate leader across from him.

Seeing him occasionally glance furtively downstairs at the street, looking unsettled, Jin Chen suddenly spoke.

Bu Changji.

Bu Changji was pondering how to respond; hearing this, he startled, then immediately stepped on Fang Yunyue's foot under the table.

Fang Yunyue gasped in pain, almost jumping up, but Hai San beside him forcibly adjusted his direction, turning his face toward Jin Chen.

Fang Yunyue met Jin Chen's seemingly calm eyes, feeling guilty, he barked fiercely: "What do you want!"

You said you wanted to invite me and my brothers for drinks and food? Then hurry up and serve the dishes! Cut the nonsense!

Jin Chen rubbed the warm rim of the teacup, his gaze scanning the man's face for a moment, then said unhurriedly: "You've been drifting at sea all year, making a living licking blood from the blade; that young gentleman just now, from his attire and bearing, is clearly a noble from the capital."

You must be meeting him for the first time; why, after seeing him, are you so absent‑minded, constantly glancing around?

Jin Chen thought to himself, "No wonder they are the predetermined protagonist couple—this attraction law really is strong; they clicked at first sight."

Could it be that the protagonist's plot line hasn't gone wrong…? But then he took another careful look at the pirate leader across from him, and no matter how he looked, he didn't seem like someone capable of driving his wife to desperation.

Fang Yunyue felt his heart pound under the questioning, afraid of giving himself away, he hastily waved his hands in denial: "Nothing of the sort! You're mistaken!"

I was just… just looking to see if there were any officials on the street, yeah, looking for officials! Don't meddle in my affairs!

His tone was agitated, trying to mask his nervousness with fierceness.

Jin Chen was about to ask something more when his shoulder suddenly sank.

Bu Changji leaned his whole body softly against him, cheek resting on his arm, he lifted his face, eyes glistening, voice drawn out.

You care about him so much, you keep asking him…

Jin Chen: '?'

He froze for a moment, then burst out laughing, reaching out to pinch Bu Changji's soft earlobe: "This jealousy is utterly unreasonable; I was just curious and asked a couple of questions."

Bu Changji gave a soft hum; seeing the waiter just bring up the first dish, he promptly grabbed his chopsticks, picked up a tender morsel of meat, blew on it carefully, then brought it to Jin Chen's lips, his tone a bit overbearing: "Then don't talk to him… try this, ah."

Seeing how jealous he really was, Jin Chen obediently opened his mouth and ate.

Bu Changji narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

Hai San: '…'

He silently lowered his head, unable to even imagine that the boss had this side.

He felt this meal was agonizingly unpleasant.

Just as they had eaten half the meal, a sudden noise came from the stairwell.

Hai San's seat happened to face the stairwell; he looked up, and nearly spat out the rice in his mouth.

Wow, my mother!

Only to see Yue Ling actually also accompanied by two attendants, walking up to the second floor.

Hai San reacted extremely quickly, immediately turning sideways, using his sturdy body to firmly block Fang Yunyue beside him, while lowering his voice to warn: "Lower, lower your head!"

Fortunately, the seat they chose was in a corner, half‑screened by a folding screen, and not conspicuous.

Yue Ling's party didn't notice them; led by the attendant, they walked to a window‑side table diagonally opposite and sat down.

The conversation at Yue Ling's table wasn't loud, but in the quiet second floor it still faintly carried over.

Yue Ling spoke in a low, worried and exhausted tone to the attendant: '…There is still no definite news of Yunyue; on this vast seaside, he has been pampered since childhood, and now we don't know where he is, whether he has suffered, whether… he is safe.'

The attendant whispered reassurance: 'General, put your mind at ease; since the clues point here, we will surely find the Heir Apparent.'

'You have spared no effort for the Heir Apparent, even clashing with Prince Jing, even… even damaging the years‑old goodwill between the two families; if the Heir Apparent knew, he would surely understand your intentions.'

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone at Bu Changji's table froze.

Jin Chen's hand holding the teacup paused slightly, and he raised an eyebrow.

He hadn't expected that Yue Ling, for Fang Yunyue's sake, could actually go so far as to fall out with Prince Jing.

This is quite different from Yue Ling's later acceptance of the stand‑in identity of Bu Changji and marrying him.

He felt a bit annoyed and clicked his tongue lightly, his mood complicated.

Bu Changji: '…' He instinctively glanced at Jin Chen beside him, his heart also in turmoil.

Jin Chen set down his teacup, turned back to closely observe his wife's expression; seeing only slight surprise, with no sign of being moved or shaken, he relaxed a little.

Just as he turned his head, he saw the pirate leader's eyes brimming with tears.

Jin Chen: '?'

Ling Gun Gun: 【?】

It wondered, 【Are they getting emotional this fast?】

Is this bond perhaps too deep!

Jin Chen frowned dubiously, unable to help asking: 'Why are you crying?'

Hearing Yue Ling's deep confession to someone else, how could you be moved to this extent?

Bu Changji's vision went black; he felt it was over, completely over.

That impatient fool, Fang Yunyue.

He wanted to smooth things over, trying to explain: 'Actually he… Yue Ling he…'

However, before he could finish his sentence, Fang Yunyue across from him could no longer hold back.

Overwhelmed by emotion, guilt, and longing, his reason collapsed; Fang Yunyue lifted his head, tears streaming down, looking at Jin Chen, his voice trembling with tears and resolve, he blurted out.

'Actually I am Fang Yunyue; you mistook the person, sorry…… I am the one who is to be sent off for a marriage alliance, the Heir Apparent.'

This blast made Bu Changji suck in a cold breath.

Hai San didn't dare to face this scene, covering their ears and hiding under the table.

Bu Changji didn't dare to look at Jin Chen's expression right now, their heart overwhelmed by panic and despair.

…… How will Jin Chen look at him?

However, the anticipated shock and rebuke did not come.

Jin Chen blinked, the expression on their face showing a hint of surprise.

The protagonist, after enduring this, just took over his wife's identity?

So fast.

This also matches the original plot; where exactly does that sense of dissonance come from?

Always feeling that something is still weird.

Jin Chen lowered their gaze, the depths of their eyes deepening a bit.

Bu Changji saw that Jin Chen did not immediately flare up, a faint hope rose in their heart, they grabbed Jin Chen's hand, eager to explain: "Listen to me, I don't want to deceive you…… The matter isn't as you think…… I……"

Jin Chen, however, turned their hand and gently patted the back of their hand, their tone unexpectedly calm: "All right."

He interrupted Bu Changji's words: "Isn't this just perfect?"

Bu Changji: "Ah?"

What exactly is "just right"? Where is it "just right"?

Before he could even ask, Fang Yunyao could no longer contain the surging emotions, not even bothering to wipe away Tears, and quickly walked toward Yue Ling's table.

Hai San tried to stop them but couldn't, only able to anxiously watch Bu Changji and Jin Chen.