Chapter 2493: My Wife Is a Pirate 23

When he saw Fang Yunyao use only a few words, even without a token, it made Yue Ling believe he was the Heir Apparent he had been desperately searching for.

Jin Chen finally put down the chopsticks in his hand.

At that moment, all his doubts and sense of dissonance about the plot finally cleared up.

It is true that the original plot contains errors, but the claim that Fang Yunyao and Bu Changji have swapped identities is false.

Bu Changji never impersonated Fang Yunyao in front of Yue Ling; the only thing that could make Yue Ling so unquestioningly convinced is the genuine Fang Yunyao.

The plot bug that had been troubling him was finally explained.

【What!】

Ling Gun Gun was shocked, 【Did we get the wrong Main God?】

【……What are you thinking about.】

Jin Chen said, 【It's just Fang Yunyao; he was never the person I was looking for.】

Jin Chen slowly turned his gaze, his eyes falling on the person beside him who, ever since Fang Yunyao walked toward Yue Ling, had become unusually silent, with a low aura all around.

"Go home."

Jin Chen opened his mouth to speak, his tone calm, with no obvious emotional fluctuation.

He took Bu Changji's cool hand and led him up to leave.

Hai San saw this, wanted to speak but hesitated, ultimately not daring to step forward to stop them, and could only hurriedly follow.

Before leaving, he glared fiercely at Fang Yunyao, who was holding hands with Yue Ling, his eyes full of resentment.

It's all because of this impatient Heir Apparent, ruining the boss's business!

Bu Changji was led by Jin Chen, walking numbly, and silently gave Hai San a covert gesture behind his back, indicating he didn't need to follow too closely, to quickly bring people back to the East Building and wait for his signal at any time.

They returned home.

Jin Chen acted as if nothing had happened, putting away the silver earned from selling today's fish catch and placing it in the small wooden box deep inside the wardrobe.

While placing it, his fingertip touched a small, finely textured cloth bag, the one Bu Changji had hastily used to hide his love token that day.

Jin Chen's gaze lingered on the bag for a moment, giving no hint of what he was thinking.

In the end, he still pushed both the money box and the small bag back into the depths of the wardrobe and closed the door.

Unbeknownst to him, the tense Bu Changji watching his every move saw this scene and his heart was overturned by tumultuous waves.

Had Jin Chen discovered something, had he already guessed the truth?

He saw the love-token bag but did not take it out to question—was he hesitating?

Bu Changji's heart was a tangled mess.

He unconsciously touched the red cord on his wrist, then suddenly stepped forward and tightly embraced Jin Chen from behind, his arms encircling the waist, tightening more and more.

It seemed that if he let go, the person before him would vanish.

【Villain Heartthrob Value +7, total 53!】

Jin Chen slowly turned his head, met Bu Changji's complex, hard-to-describe eyes, and was eagerly kissed as Bu Changji tilted his head up.

It was without pattern, even carrying a bit of reckless collision, as if trying in vain to cover up inner panic.

A dark glint flashed in Jin Chen's eyes; he did not push him away, but gently stroked Bu Changji's somewhat stiff back, naturally accepting the kiss and gradually guiding it to become deeper and more entangled.

He was a little angry.

But let's not talk about that yet.

——

Late night.

Jin Chen looked at the person in his arms.

Bu Changji seemed to have relaxed a little, the gloom between his brows also fading somewhat.

Jin Chen felt they could try communicating.

He held Bu Changji, his fingers intermittently combing through his slightly damp long hair, his voice low.

"Today... Yue Ling acknowledged that Heir Apparent."

He didn't directly expose it, saying, "You say that pirate leader impersonated his identity... don't you have any ideas at all?"

Jin Chen was both testing and giving Bu Changji a chance to come clean.

Jin Chen didn't understand.

At first it was him who misidentified the person, but Bu Changji had many opportunities to clarify the truth—why persist in the mistake?

Even when he repeatedly suspected and tested, he still tried every means to conceal.

Bu Changji felt Jin Chen's investigation and suspicion, and was genuinely panicked.

He unconsciously pulled the blanket over himself to shrink away, trying to avoid the topic, looking sleepy, saying, "I'm sleepy."

"Aren't you sleepy, husband?" Bu Changji said, moving in to kiss Jin Chen's lip corner, trying to use affection to divert the topic.

Jin Chen frowned, firmly holding the person in his embrace, his fingers gently pinching Bu Changji's nape—a dangerous posture.

"Do you still want to form a contract and marry me?" Jin Chen asked.

Bu Changji hesitated not, "Of course."

"What about the court side?" Jin Chen continued to ask, "Yue Ling has found this place, his identity has been usurped—can you really remain completely unmoved?"

Bu Changji's fist clenched silently under the blanket.

Jin Chen's words... he had truly guessed his identity and was testing him.

Or... he wanted to take this opportunity to discard him, the impostor?

After all, Jin Chen originally traveled far and wide to protect and save the genuine Heir Apparent, Fang Yunyao.

Not him, the pirate who stumbled in by mistake.

The stolen affection—must it ultimately be returned?

But he stubbornly refused.

Bu Changji's deep-seated obsession and ferocity surged up.

He suddenly flipped over, straddling Jin Chen, looking down at him from above, shedding all pretense—his eyes sharp, his nature untamable.

This is Bu Changji's true self.

"Why are you asking this?" Bu Changji's voice carried a challenge, even somewhat ferocious: "Don't you like me anymore? Why?"

He asked aggressively, yet it seemed like a bluff.

Because he simply didn't dare to hear the answer.

Without waiting for Jin Chen's reply, Bu Changji lunged down and kissed him fiercely.

It was utterly devoid of tenderness, more like biting and venting—teeth clashing against lips, feeling sharp pain and the taste of blood.

But Bu Changji didn't care, as if only this could suppress the panic and ferocity in his heart.

However, in just an instant, Jin Chen easily turned the tables, seizing absolute control, gradually dismantling his ferocity and dulling his sharp teeth.

Even the hardest bone would go soft from the kiss, turning into a puddle.

Jin Chen seized Bu Changji's wrists, pinning them to the headboard, his breath slightly ragged: "Then why won't you answer my question? You're not Fang Yun Yao, so why—"

"Shut up!"

Bu Changji's reaction was intensely fierce; his eye sockets instantly reddened.

He suddenly used a clever trick to break free from the wrist hold, the blood at the corner of his lips still wet, making him look even more eerily beautiful.

He once again recklessly lunged in to kiss him, his voice laced with desperate ruthlessness: "You're forcing me—"

"I hate hearing that name from your mouth! You're not allowed to mention Fang Yun Yao again!"

Bu Changji growled low, filled with intense jealousy and possessiveness.

This is clearly the most tender entwining between lovers.

Yet now one is angry yet calm, the other ruthless and panicked.

For some reason, tenderness has lessened, while a sense of opposing sharpness has grown.

But no matter how fierce Bu Changji appeared, when they truly merged, that unfamiliar, utterly invaded feeling still made him hurt enough to leak a faint whimper, biting his lower lip hard.

Jin Chen was still soft-hearted after all; he slowed his movements, lowered his head to kiss away the moisture at the corners of his eyes, and soothed him gently.

After a long while.

Bu Changji gazed at the flickering kerosene lamp on the table, somewhat unfocused, yet a fierce intent flickered in the depths of his hazy eyes.

He would not allow Jin Chen even the slightest chance to leave him.

Not ever.

In the lingering tenderness, Bu Changji climbed onto Jin Chen's shoulder, his fingertips secretly touching a drop of water hidden under the pillow, as if unintentionally brushing it across his own lips.

He then lifted his head, actively seeking a kiss from Jin Chen, his eyes hazy and dependent.

Jin Chen, unsuspecting, lowered his head and kissed him gently.

Within a few breaths, Jin Chen's brow twitched as he sensed a hint of sweet bloodiness, and his consciousness promptly sank.

He glanced at Bu Changji, then fell into deep sleep.

Bu Changji collapsed limp into Jin Chen's arms, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably.

He drew a deep breath, forcing his weakened body to move, gathered the scattered clothes, and put them on piece by piece.

His body felt awful, yet he turned back, lingering and reluctant, and lightly kissed Jin Chen's sleeping cheek.

Then Bu Changji steeled himself, got out of bed, and merged into the night outside.