Chapter 2531: Non-Human: Xiao Chen's Memory Loss 22

Zhou Chengjun's thirtieth birthday party was something that attracted considerable attention from everyone in the company and even the business district.

As a highly trusted chief assistant, equivalent to Zhou Chengjun's right-hand man, Liang Yanze's attendance was not just work but also social obligation.

Therefore…

He didn't plan to bring Jin Chen this time, as it was truly uncontrollable.

Before leaving, Liang Yanze stood in front of the full-length mirror in the cloakroom, fastening his tie and adjusting the lapel of his suit.

The man in the mirror looked stern, his attire proper, only the slight furrow of his brows betraying his worry.

After thinking it over repeatedly, he still turned and walked toward the living room.

The black mist still clung to the sofa, and as its energy grew, its form became more solid, curling up like a lazy black octopus napping, a few tentacles swaying unconsciously.

Liang Yanze watched for a moment, then stood before it, his voice softer than usual: "Jin Chen, I told you yesterday that I have to attend Boss Zhou's birthday party tonight."

"That kind of occasion… I can't bring you."

He had already braced himself for being pestered and coaxed.

Going by Jin Chen's usual habits, not to mention attending a banquet, even him going downstairs to throw out trash would have him sticking close.

Liang Yanze even rehearsed several persuasive lines in his mind.

Jin Chen's reaction, however, exceeded his expectations.

The black mist lazily turned over, its tentacles limp and draped over the sofa armrest, saying, "All right, honey."

It yawned, "Go ahead."

It was refreshingly straightforward, almost unbelievable.

Liang Yanze: "?"

As the saying goes, when a child is quiet, they're surely up to mischief.

Although Jin Chen isn't a child, he is a creature that follows instinct completely, sometimes clueless, sometimes cruel; but in Liang Yanze's view, his troublemaking and uncontrollability are worse than even the most mischievous brat.

Liang Yanze instead felt increasingly uneasy, somewhat unaccustomed.

"I might… have to stay the whole night," Liang Yanze said.

Jin Chen raised a tentacle, waved it, his voice muffled with drowsiness.

"Honey, goodbye, come back early…"

Wait a moment.

Halfway through his sentence, Jin Chen, using his newly clever brain, thought it over.

Oh.

He understood.

The black mist sat up, a few tentacles waving toward Liang Yanze.

Liang Yanze felt puzzled, but still walked over to the sofa.

As he approached, a soft tentacle lightly touched the corner of his lips, full of possessiveness: "Honey, you need to come back early."

The tentacle brushed his lower lip, tracing its shape: "You can't hug anyone else at that birthday party."

More mist surged up, like a cold embrace, enveloping Liang Yanze.

A low voice sounded in his ear: "Just like this, you understand? Only with me."

Liang Yanze's tense heart actually relaxed.

It seems he overthought it.

Jin Chen remained as he was—clingy and domineering.

"Good." He replied, moving voluntarily into the chilly mist, feeling its all-enveloping wrap, and casually asked, "What are you doing at home?"

Jin Chen's tentacles lingered by his lips, the sense of drowsiness in his mind rising again: "Sleep… I'm so sleepy…"

Lately, the black mist has indeed been prone to falling into deep sleep.

Liang Yanze had no suspicion, letting the mist stir around his lips and teeth for a moment, a damp itch.

Only when the tentacle withdrew satisfied did he take out his handkerchief, wipe the corner of his mouth, and tidy his slightly disheveled collar.

"I'm leaving." Liang Yanze rose, glanced at the black mist that had instantly collapsed back onto the sofa into deep sleep, then turned and went out.

He got into the car that had come to pick him up, driving toward the hotel hosting the birthday party.

Liang Yanze instinctively touched his wrist, which was empty, lacking the usual strong presence of the wrap, and…

Really felt a bit unaccustomed.

Meanwhile, inside the apartment, Jin Chen was indeed still asleep.

But this time, unlike before, extremely fine traces of faint golden spiritual energy, barely perceptible to the eye, seeped out from somewhere, drawn as if by attraction, slowly winding around that dense black mist and merging into it.

The spiritual energy dispelled the chaos and fog that lingered in Jin Chen's mind.

The black mist began to expand at a visible speed, spreading, and soon enveloped the entire living room.

The temperature in the room suddenly dropped.

A deep, gloomy aura permeated the air, so cold that even the atmosphere seemed to condense.

This process lasted nearly half an hour, after which the thick black mist filling the room began to recede like a tide, gradually contracting and condensing.

In the end, the mist mass on the sofa vanished completely.

In its place appeared the figure of a man seated on the sofa.

Jin Chen slowly opened his eyes.

He walked to the cloakroom, stood before the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror, and silently examined his reflection.

The man in the mirror was tall and slender, wearing a black coat conjured from mist, its hem hanging down.

His brow bones cast three‑dimensional shadows; his narrow eyes lay hidden in the gloom, indistinct, pupils a faint gray, devoid of emotion.

His skin was a deathly cold white, save for his lips, which, as if drunk with blood, were a lush crimson.

Ling Gun Gun exclaimed, 【Host! You've transformed! Handsome!】

Immediately afterwards, full of anticipation, he asked, 【Then have you remembered anything? Has your memory returned?】

The man in the mirror shook his head ever so slightly, 【No.】

But he was quite satisfied with this body, his fingertip lightly brushing the cheek reflected in the mirror,

【I'm really good-looking; my wife will definitely like it.】

But he had already mastered the rules and emotions of the entire human world…… No, it should be restored.

Jin Chen looked at himself in the mirror, thinking, I used to really be a human.

Ling Gun Gun: 【Ahhhhh!】

【Why hasn't my memory returned yet! I'm going to go find the boss for comfort!】

It rolled around complaining.

But complaining aside, the task still needs to be done; we need to hold up this family!

Ling Gun Gun could only strive to perk up again, 【Host, since you've already transformed, let's quickly go to Zhou Chengjun's birthday party—the plot's crucial point is coming up!】

Jin Chen finally glanced at himself in the mirror, his form silently fading into the air, disappearing without a trace.