Chapter 2529: Non-Human: Xiao Chen's Amnesia After 20

The reception finally ended.

The group walked to the club entrance, and the night breeze brought a chill that blew away the alcohol fumes.

Zhou Chengjun was in a pretty good mood tonight, just about to have Liu Zou drive, when he saw the familiar black sedan parked at the entrance and the slender figure in the driver's seat.

"Xiao Tang!" Zhou Chengjun's fatigue and drunkenness vanished instantly; delighted, he hurried over, not even noticing his subordinates watching from behind, opened the driver's door and bent to hug the person inside.

"How did you come? Weren't you supposed to rest well at home?"

Zhao Xitang wore simple lounge clothes, with a loose coat over them; her face looked somewhat pale in the night light and lamp glow, but her eyes were clear.

Liu Zou, Liang Yanzhe: "Chief Zhao."

Zhao Xitang gently patted Zhou Chengjun's back, then gave a slight nod to the arriving Liu Zou and Liang Yanzhe, her tone light yet gentle: "Sorry to trouble you; I'll take him from here."

Saying that, she skillfully shoved the slightly drunk, unusually clingy lover into the passenger seat and fastened the seatbelt.

Zhou Chengjun was still grinning foolishly as he watched him.

Liang Yanzhe stood a few steps away, silently watching the scene.

The night breeze lifted his bangs, and his gaze behind the lenses seemed distant.

Jin Chen coiled around his wrist, also curiously watching the human couple.

So this is how a human couple is.

Zhao Xitang nodded again to Liang Yanzhe and Liu Zou, then started the car and smoothly drove away from the club.

After seeing off the boss, Liu Zou and Liang Yanzhe exchanged greetings and left as well.

Liang Yanzhe also called a car.

In the car, Liang Yanzhe lowered his eyes, looking at the black mist on his wrist, like a small snake.

All that happened tonight spun like a revolving lantern in his mind.

The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable Liang Yanzhe felt.

Suddenly, he pinched the most delicate tip of the tail and gave it a resentful tug.

"Ow!" Jin Chen let out a startled cry; that tip of the tail snapped back, and the whole mist shuddered.

He strained to look up at his wife, bewildered: "Why did you pinch me? It hurts!"

The Abyssal Swamp has never suffered such injustice!

His wife had at most only refused to let him bite; she had never taken the initiative to attack him before!

Liang Yanzhe saw that the black mist, which seemed truly hurt and a bit fluffed up, twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, then gently pulled down the cuff that had been tugged, covering his wrist, and turned his head to gaze out the window at the dazzling urban nightscape.

Jin Chen remained aggrieved, retracting the pained tail tip, unable to figure it out.

【Ling Gun Gun, what did he pinch me for? It hurts.】

Ling Gun Gun silently watched the whole thing, rubbing its paws on its face, trying to think: '【Host, maybe it's because your wife... is jealous?】'

Ling Gun Gun: '【It probably means he's unhappy that you go eat others, doesn't like you treating others the same way. He wants you to only… eat him.】'

The more it was said, the stranger it got!

Jin Chen countered seriously: '【But I haven't treated anyone else like that; I'm like that only with my wife. Why is she like this?】'

Ling Gun Gun: '【…】'

What all this this and that, the Pixiu Lord suddenly felt that the path of an emotional master was fraught with obstacles.

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The night was deep.

Liang Yanzhe got home and flopped onto the sofa, his body sinking into the soft cushion.

The alcohol's effects surged up belatedly, stronger than usual; a burning feeling spread from his stomach, scorching his scalp to a slight numbness and blurring his vision.

Normally, for this level of reception‑induced drunkenness, he only needed to down a cup of ice water, spend half an hour alone in quiet, and he could suppress that discomfort, returning to his invincible self as Chief Assistant Liang.

But now…

Liang Yanzhe's Adam's apple rolled, and he couldn't help pressing his legs together.

Having been entangled by a monster for too long, using that extreme method to unlock his body's hidden switch, he seemed unable to continue being pure and chaste.

Liang Yanzhe irritably undid the top button of his shirt, pulled open the cufflinks, and casually rolled up his sleeves to his elbows.

On his forearm, the black mist still coiled there, like a dormant ink‑black little snake, with no movement.

Yet Liang Yanzhe inexplicably felt that Jin Chen was asleep, and his gaze grew colder without him realizing it.

Having eaten his fill outside, he came home and collapsed into bed, snoring loudly.

Scum mist.

He stretched out two fingers, tinged with an unclear mix of venting frustration or some other emotion, and pinched the tip of that mist.

The sleeping Jin Chen showed no reaction.

Liang Yanzhe's gaze behind the lenses narrowed slightly; then, he lifted his glasses by the bridge with his fingertips, casually tossed them onto the coffee table with a soft clack, relaxed his body leaning back, his long legs crossed and propped on the table, posture languid, his shirt creased from the motion, collar slightly open.

This appearance was utterly unlike his usual strict and stern demeanor, exuding an unknowing, decadent charm.

But he was not comfortable at this moment.

Deep inside his body surged an uncontainable heat and emptiness, mixed with post‑drink dizziness, making him unusually irritable.

Ordinary soothing felt like scratching through a boot to him, utterly unable to reach the compulsive, distorted craving that had been forcibly awakened—only… pain.

After who knows how long, Jin Chen finally finished digesting that portion of absorbed protagonist halo energy; he seemed to understand the world's rules and emotions a bit more, and his power had grown considerably.

Just as he was about to immediately share his joy with his wife, he discovered he had been abandoned in the corner of the sofa.

And his handsome wife was half‑reclining on the sofa.

His shirt remained properly buttoned, cuffs neatly rolled, even his hair not too messy, yet the sides of his neck and behind his ears showed an abnormal flush, his eyes appearing hazy in the dim light yet also calm.

His hand…

Jin Chen's gaze locked.

Liang Yanze's hand was moving, the motion small, hidden in the shadows, but Jin Chen could see it clearly.

Jin Chen froze for a moment, then an intense unhappiness flooded his newly acquired, richer emotional brain.

My wife, how can she do this alone? I also want to join in!

He also wants to suck up his wife's deliciousness.

The black mist suddenly spread, silently winding past, trying to draw near and replace those few obtrusive fingers.

Liang Yanze noticed his awakening, his motion paused, but he didn't release his hand; he lifted his eyelids, his watery gaze sweeping over the mist trying to approach, his voice hoarse from emotion and alcohol.

"Don't touch me."

Jin Chen: "?"

Jin Chen: "!!!"

He just slept!

What the hell happened, why won't my wife let me touch!