Chapter 2511: Non-human: Xiao Chen's Amnesia 02

Jin Chen sensed that the shell he was possessing was lifted by warm palms, and he looked up.

【Detected the world's plot villain, triggering Blackening Value; current Blackening Value: 50!】

【Mission requirement: Blackening Value must be reduced to zero, change the villain's tragic ending.】

The afternoon sun was a bit glaring; the man holding the shell happened to block most of the light.

He lowered his head slightly, examining the shell in his palm.

He was a very good-looking man.

His skin was fair, his nose bridge high and straight, his jawline sharp, he wore rimless glasses; the eyes behind the lenses were lovely, with slightly drooping outer corners, which softened the innate shrewdness of a workplace elite and added a touch of gentleness.

At this moment he seemed relaxed, the corners of his mouth naturally turned up, leaving only a comfortable, warm aura.

Liang Yanzhe wore a fitted light-colored casual shirt, with the top two buttons undone.

Because he leaned forward, the collar gaped slightly.

Jin Chen's gaze slid down that neck, passed over the collarbone, and then… came to rest on the full pectoral lines beneath the shirt fabric.

Oh.

This is good.

A shapeless, massless chill mist seeped out of the shell and silently clung to him.

Through the thin shirt fabric, it comfortably covered that warm patch of chest.

Liked.

Liang Yanzhe was examining the peculiar, splendid pattern on the shell in his hand when he suddenly felt a chill all over, like a cold breeze carrying moisture brushed past, the sensation most noticeable at his chest.

He instinctively frowned and turned the shell over.

The back of the shell was coated with wet, sticky sand and dark mud, looking filthy.

The next instant, he loosened his fingers and tossed that pretty shell back onto the beach.

Jin Chen, rolling in the fine sand: '……'

In the sea of consciousness, it was deathly silent.

Next came Ling Gun Gun's stifled laughter.

How could the mighty Abyssal Swamp be insulted like this!

This host body is the shell with the strongest spiritual energy in this sea area!

The formless mist violently swept up the shells on the beach and lunged toward the waves.

Icy seawater, carrying fine sand, scoured the shell's surface repeatedly until it became as clean as new, then it stopped.

Meanwhile, Liang Yanzhe had already boarded the sightseeing vehicle returning to the hotel.

The sea breeze brushed his face; he and a few colleagues in the vehicle chatted casually, the atmosphere relaxed.

Just then his phone vibrated—a message from Zhou Chengjun saying that he and Zhao Xītang would go to the hot springs that evening, canceling the originally scheduled online meeting.

Liang Yanzhe's fingertips quickly replied 'Received'; after putting away his phone, he felt his trouser pocket weigh down, as if something had been stuffed inside.

He reached in doubtfully and felt a hard, smooth object.

He pulled it out and saw—it was the very shell he had just thrown away.

Unlike the dirty backside just moments before, the shell was now clean and transparent all over, its pattern splendid, as if someone had carefully polished it.

Liang Yanzhe: '?'

Holding the shell, he rarely showed confusion.

He was quite certain he had tossed it back onto the beach, and at that time its back was still dirty.

How could it appear again in his pocket, and become so clean?

"Wow, Assistant Liang, this shell is so pretty." The female coworker in the neighboring seat noticed, smiling as she leaned in, "Where did you pick it up? Can I take a look?"

Liang Yanzhe hadn't yet sorted out his confusion; hearing this, he said, "Sure."

Saying so, he handed it over casually.

Jin Chen:?

Who said it was okay?

No.

The female coworker's fingertip was about to touch the shell's smooth surface when it hissed and she jerked her hand back, feeling a sharp pain as if pricked by a pointed object.

She instinctively lowered her head to look at her finger; the skin was smooth, with no wound, and the sudden pain vanished as if it had been an illusion.

"Huh?" The female coworker puzzledly moved her finger, "Strange…… Assistant Liang, this shell is a bit eerie—it just pricked me, but now it's fine."

Liang Yanzhe heard this and became even more puzzled.

He rubbed the shell with his fingertips; it felt only warm and cool, with a fine texture—how could it prick someone?

"Really? Maybe I accidentally bumped into something."

He said that aloud, but in his mind he made a note, intending to find a trash can at the hotel and throw it away.

The sightseeing vehicle soon stopped at the hotel entrance.

Just as Liang Yanzhe stepped out of the vehicle, his phone rang—it was Zhou Chengjun, voice urgent, saying that Zhao Xītang had suddenly vomited blood while soaking in the hot springs.

Liang Yanzhe's expression tightened; he immediately put the shell matter aside, striding quickly into the hotel while responding calmly.

"Please don't rush; Doctor Li, who is accompanying us, is already on standby at the hotel—I'll bring him up right away."

He moved hastily, his arrangements orderly; that shell he had casually slipped back into his pocket temporarily escaped the fate of being discarded.

A massless chill mist clung tightly to Liang Yanzhe's shoulders and back, following him into the hotel lobby and then drifting into the elevator.

Ling Gun Gun whispered a reminder: '【Host, you keep clinging to him like this…… aren't you afraid he'll catch a cold? Your true form is chilly.】'

Jin Chen savored that description, quite pleased.

【Hmph. I'm naturally cold-hearted.】

Ling Gun Gun: "……" Not this meaning!

The atmosphere in the top-floor suite was somewhat solemn.

Liang Yanzhe entered with the doctor and saw Zhou Chengjun frowning, standing by the bedside.

Zhao Xitang half-leaned against the headboard, face pallid, lips lacking color, making them appear even more fragile and good-looking.

An occasional low cough sounded, repeatedly tugging at Zhou Chengjun's already tense nerves.

"Wasn't it said that his health had been improving lately, so he could come out for a vacation to relax? How is he coughing up blood again?"

Zhou Chengjun suppressed his voice, and the anxiety in his tone overflowed.

Private doctor Li carefully examined him, then breathed a sigh of relief, "President Zhou, don't worry too much, Madam has no serious issue."

"It might be that the temperature difference between the hot spring and the outside air is a bit large, stimulating him; going forward he needs proper rest, must not overexert himself, and also…"

Doctor Li paused, his tone becoming somewhat tactful, "…pay attention to moderation."

Zhao Xitang on the bed, hearing that, a faint blush rose on their pallid face, and they gave Zhou Chengjun a cold, weak glance.

Zhou Chengjun immediately sat by the bedside, grasped their cool hand, leaned to their lips and guiltily kissed them, then said softly, "Okay, okay, my fault."

Liang Yanzhe, with the demeanor of "eyes watching the nose, nose watching the heart," was indeed a professional and reliable chief assistant, timely handing over a cup of warm water, and also adding the standard line befitting a male side character in a Mary Sue script.

"President Zhou's concern for President Zhao is truly thorough."

Hmm, today they are also quite competent as an assistant.

Jin Chen's mist lay on Liang Yanzhe's shoulder, observing everything in the room.

"It looks like their relationship is solid, not likely to break easily."

Ling Gun Gun hurriedly explained: "That's because the key character, the protagonist Ye Lu, hasn't officially appeared to cause trouble yet; once he shows up, the plot halo will start to take effect…"

Before it could finish speaking, it felt an extremely subtle yet icy ripple coming from its Host.

Jin Chen's thoughts were calm and unruffled: "Oh, then I'll go kill them and solve the problem."

Ling Gun Gun: "Ahhhh!"

"Host, this is not allowed, especially not allowed; you must follow the task progress, step by step! Save the villain! Embrace your spouse!"

Having shouted that all in one breath, it feared that if it delayed even a second, the amnesiac Host, who appeared innocent yet extraordinarily cruel, would truly act on it.