Chapter 2534: Non-human: Xiao Chen's Amnesia After 25

The banquet hall, with lights newly lit, was in disarray; shaken guests chattered anxiously, security guards nervously maintained order, and the hotel's medical staff rushed over to administer emergency bandaging to the injured Zhou Chengjun.

Zhao Xitang's face was deathly pale, she clutched Zhou Chengjun's uninjured arm tightly, her body still trembling slightly, and she had not yet recovered from the shock reaction.

He breathed rapidly, urging repeatedly, "Call 120 quickly, send him to the hospital for a checkup."

Zhou Chengjun's arm was bleeding heavily, but he remained conscious, and he was more worried that Zhao Xitang's body would be stimulated by it.

He endured the pain, first lowering his head to comfort the person in his arms, "Xiao Tang, don't be scared, I'm fine, really, it's just a minor external injury, I only lost a bit of blood."

"How are you? Anywhere uncomfortable? Does your chest feel tight?"

Zhao Xitang shook her head, but tears streamed down uncontrollably as she checked the temporary gauze bandage on his arm.

"He's lost so much blood…… how could he be okay……"

Zhou Chengjun soothed him with a few words, then looked up at Liang Yanzhe, "Xiao Liang, are you alright?"

He had just seen Liang Yanzhe preparing to rush forward to block the attack, feeling relieved, and thought that Liang Yanzhe was not only an outstanding subordinate but also a brother who could step up at critical moments.

The tyrant CEO decided to give Xiao Liang a raise as well.

Liang Yanzhe composed himself, "I'm fine, Manager Zhou."

He touched his earlobe, as if a faint sting from being bitten by lips and teeth still lingered, along with a damp chill.

Zhou Chengjun nodded, enduring the pain as he instructed, "This place is a mess; you'll have to stay and handle the aftermath, cooperating with the hotel and police."

"Alright, Manager Zhou, you can rest assured," Liang Yanzhe replied.

Only then did Zhou Chengjun, supported by Zhao Xitang and the medical staff, leave first for the hospital to undergo a detailed examination.

Liang Yanzhe watched them go, then immediately dove into the cleanup work.

He communicated clearly with the hotel manager, coordinated with the police who had rushed over upon hearing the news to take statements, comforted the frightened guests, and handled everything in an orderly manner.

But in the gaps of his busyness, he would unconsciously glance at the shadowy corners around him.

The icy embrace in the darkness, the whisper against his ear…… felt real enough not to be a hallucination.

But once the lights came on, that spot was empty again.

Ye Lu hid at the corridor entrance connecting the side hall to the main hall, taking in all of the recent danger.

He felt both fear and hatred—afraid that there really was a murderer, and angry that the assailant was so inept, failing to even land a blow and kill Zhao Xitang.

Seeing Zhou Chengjun injured and being helped away, Ye Lu's eyes darted, she quickly squeezed out a few tears, and ran over feigning panic and worry.

"Manager Zhao, are you alright? I'll go with you to the hospital—I can still help take care of things!"

Zhao Xitang was presently unsettled, only vaguely recalling that Ye Lu was someone from the general assistant office, didn't think much of it, and nodded with a pale face.

Ye Lu felt a secret delight, and hurriedly caught up to Zhao Xitang's car.

Liang Yanzhe stayed busy until late at night before roughly finishing the cleanup of the banquet hall's mess.

He received a message from Zhao Xitang saying Zhou Chengjun's arm had been stitched, it was nothing serious, he was resting, and told him to also go rest early, no need to rush to the hospital.

Liang Yanzhe replied, "Alright, Manager Zhao, get good rest."

Only then did he feel his nerves relax, and a deep fatigue welled up.

Liang Yanzhe walked alone to the terrace outside the banquet hall; the night breeze brought a chill that slightly dispersed the lingering clamor and bloody smell inside the hall.

He rested his arms on the cold glass railing, gazing at the dazzling city nightscape below, somewhat lost in thought.

Impelled by some unseen force, he softly called out to the empty terrace.

Jin Chen.

The sound was very soft, vanishing into the night wind as soon as it left his lips.

On the terrace, only the faint rustling of wind through the potted plants could be heard.

After a few seconds of silence.

Just as Liang Yanzhe thought he was truly losing his mind and was about to turn and leave, an extremely faint movement came from the shadow of the decorative flower rack near the terrace entrance behind him.

Liang Yanzhe turned around to look.

A man stepped slowly out from behind the flower rack.

The man was tall and slender, wearing a peculiarly textured black coat that almost blended with the night, extraordinarily handsome to the point of being eerie, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on him, the corners of his crimson lips hooked in a half‑smile.

In a hazy glimpse, a single ghost‑light revealed a peach‑blossom face.

Liang Yanzhe had never seen this face before.

But at the instant his eyes met it, a familiar throbbing from deep within his soul, accompanied by a massive visual impact, left him dazed, rooted to the spot for several seconds, unable to look away.

A person who is handsome enough truly can resemble a sprite or ghost.

The Jin Chen before him was exactly that.

But as those gray eyes fixed on him and the distance between them closed, Liang Yanzhe gradually felt fear creep up his spine.

He had not felt such an aggressive, dangerous aura from Jin Chen in a long time.

Although his previous mist form had also been willful and reckless, it always carried a hint of innocence and would even act coquettish.

While the humanoid figure before him…

…was more like a thoroughgoing predator that controlled everything.

Jin Chen obviously gave him no time to adapt or think.

Jin Chen walked up to Liang Yanzhe, his icy fingertips like fine jade, lightly brushing Liang Yanzhe's cool cheek in an intimate gesture.

Then, with an arm around him, he pulled Liang Yanzhe into his embrace without hesitation, holding him tightly.

Wife, a low, pleasant voice sounded close to Liang Yanzhe's ear, sticky as it seeped into his ear.

You found me.

Even the embrace was icy, carrying a chilling agarwood scent.

In the instant he fully enfolded Liang Yanzhe in his arms, Jin Chen's mind exploded with blurry images and fragments.

Different scenes, different attire, the same soul—held tightly in his embrace in various poses.

It felt as if they had embraced like this countless times, crossing countless spans of spacetime.

But this strange feeling came quickly and left just as fast, like sand slipping through the fingertips, leaving only a blank emptiness.

Jin Chen furrowed their brow, committing that familiar feeling to memory.