Chapter 2519: Non-human: Xiao Chen's Amnesia 10

The door of the lounge was gently knocked, and a concerned inquiry came from the attendant outside: "Sir, are you alright? Do you need help?"

Liang Yanzhe with difficulty detached himself from the finely interwoven pain and pleasure, and his consciousness returned.

He opened his eyes and looked at the mirror; his arm was no longer bleeding.

Only the area of his chest where the mist had entwined and pressed still retained an ambiguous trace, appearing somewhat shocking.

Liang Yanzhe took a deep breath, suppressed the palpitating tremor, quickly stood up, his fingers a bit weak, yet he swiftly tidied his disheveled shirt, smoothed his trousers, and retied his loosened tie impeccably.

In the eyes behind the lenses, the watery red born of emotion had not yet fully faded, when it was subdued by a calm appearance.

He walked to the door and opened it.

Outside the door stood a young attendant with a worried expression.

"I'm fine, thank you." Liang Yanzhe gave a slight nod, a polite yet distant smile.

"Thank you." Jin Chen also said, appearing lazy and satisfied.

【Thank goodness.】 Ling Gun Gun also let out a long sigh of relief.

Two days later, the team-building trip finally ended.

Return charter flight.

Zhou Chengjun, apparently in a good mood, showed the human side of the overbearing CEO, waved his hand grandly, and announced to the core team.

"After returning, take a day off to adjust, and report back to the group the day after tomorrow."

Everyone naturally expressed their gratitude.

Liang Yanzhe sat by the window, outside of which flowed a sea of clouds.

Jin Chen lay prone on his chest.

Ling Gun Gun diligently organized Jin Chen's follow-up tasks.

【Host, after returning we will enter the critical phase; be sure to remember our main objective.】

【Prevent the protagonist from being bewitched by Ye Lu into confusing Zhou Chengjun, and from destroying his relationship with Zhao Xitang; otherwise the later plot will be ruined.】

Jin Chen was somewhat absent-minded, 【Understood.】

The mist moved from Liang Yanzhe's shoulder to his neck, like a small black snake, snugly adhering to that warm patch of skin.

Jin Chen conjured a tentacle, quietly slipping through the gap in his shirt collar and exploring toward a warmer spot.

I rubbed rubbed rubbed.

Liang Yanzhe: "……" The attempt to move deeper into his clothing really made his scalp go numb.

Liang Yanzhe quickly pressed the side of his neck, fortunately pinning down the unruly tentacle.

"Jin Chen." He lowered his voice to stop him.

The tentacle twitched restlessly beneath his palm.

Jin Chen said righteously, "Honey, don't move around, or else humans will discover us later."

He turned the tables, completely ignoring that he himself was the source of the abnormality; not only did he not retract the tentacle, he also differentiated into finer filaments, continuing to burrow and rub beneath his shirt.

Liang Yanzhe closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and his chest rose and fell slightly.

Arguing with Jin Chen in such a setting is pointless; it would only make him appear more strange.

He could only forcibly suppress the annoying slight tremor, leaning back in the chair, and make no further movement.

Sitting diagonally ahead, Zhou Chengjun had just finished replying to a message, and frowned displeased.

His private account received a friend request, with the note reading "Chief Assistant Ye Lu."

An intern, bypassing protocol, directly added his private number as this CEO?

The overbearing CEO was displeased, directly ignored the request, and planned to later have a good talk with Liang Yanzhe.

The management and discipline of subordinates must be firmly grasped.

Zhou Chengjun turned his head to say something to Liang Yanzhe, but saw him with eyes closed, brows slightly furrowed, appearing quite fatigued.

Zhou Chengjun swallowed the words he was about to say, and withdrew his gaze doubtfully.

Has the workload assigned to Xiao Liang recently been very large?

After getting off the plane, boarding the car back to the city, Zhou Chengjun couldn't help but ask Zhao Xitang beside him.

"Xiao Tang, do you think the workload I assigned to Xiao Liang is too much? On this trip, he looks quite exhausted."

Zhao Xitang gave him a faint glance, then tapped his forehead with her fingertip.

"Regardless of the workload, you'd better stop finding weird things for him to handle; that's better than anything."

As for her husband's occasional overbearing CEO antics and the extra workload they bring, Zhao Xitang is well aware in her heart.

Zhou Chengjun made an acknowledging sound, rubbed his forehead where she had pointed, then embraced Zhao Xitang and stopped thinking further.

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After several layovers and twists, he finally returned to the familiar city.

Liang Yanzhe's apartment is close to the group, decorated in a minimalist cold style with a black-white-gray palette, so clean that hardly any signs of life are visible.

Opening the door, returning to his private space, Liang Yanzhe finally relaxed.

This journey was especially long and draining.

Jin Chen was very excited.

He curiously looked around the house filled with his wife's aura.

Everywhere there was a cool, refreshing scent, just like his wife, which he really liked.

Jin Chen couldn't wait to let his aura diffuse, and also marked his presence.

Liang Yanzhe took off his coat, sat wearily on the sofa with eyes closed to rest, and soon smelled a deep, moist agarwood scent.

And it grew stronger and stronger.

Liang Yanzhe opened his eyes in doubt, and the sight before him left him stunned.

The whole living room was about to be filled with thick black mist; the light grew dim and distorted, being squeezed and occupied by the inhuman black mist.

For Liang Yanzhe, the fear arising from the unknown only eased when Jin Chen drew itself into a small ball and lay quietly on his shoulder.

Yet this sight, on the verge of devouring everything, still evoked his innate human fear.

He needed to calm down.

Liang Yanzhe got up, walked in the dark to the kitchen, opened the fridge, took out a glass, filled it with water, and tilted his head back to take a small sip.

Jin Chen also came over and absorbed a bit.

Being fundamentally swamp mist, he never had too much water.

Suddenly, the glass of water in Liang Yanzhe's hand grew light all at once.

He looked down and saw that Jin Chen had absorbed the whole glass of water, leaving none.

Liang Yanzhe: "……"

He looked at the black mist and asked, "You're thirsty?"

Jin Chen, caught red‑handed, quickly contracted a bit, becoming less oppressive; a tentacle reached out cautiously and brushed his fingers.

"It's fine." He just couldn't help himself when he saw his wife drinking water.

After brushing his fingers, the tentacle then pressed against Liang Yanzhe's cheek, cold and wet.

Jin Chen suddenly became proactive, saying, "Wife, let me give you water to drink."

"What… mmph!"

Before Liang Yanzhe could react, he was enveloped by a thick, cold, damp agarwood mist.

His mouth and nose were instantly blocked; each breath was filled with icy, heavy mist laden with water vapor.

Liang Yanzhe was suddenly shoved backward against the refrigerator door, and the glass in his hand slipped out, falling to the floor with a crisp shattering sound.

Even clearer than the sound of the glass shattering was the feeling that something inside his body was also collapsing, on the verge of breaking.