Chapter 2539: Non‑human: Xiao Chen

Jin Chen turned in a good mood, wanting to take Liang Yanzhe's hand, but saw that Liang Yanzhe wasn't looking at Ye Lu's embarrassed state.

Liang Yanzhe leaned alone by the stairwell window at the corridor's end, head slightly tilted, his calm façade hiding whatever emotions roiled beneath.

Jin Chen tilted his head, his grayish eyes fixed unblinkingly on Liang Yanzhe.

Feeling his gaze, Liang Yanzhe lazily rested his elbow on the cold windowsill behind him and, toward Jin Chen, lightly curled his finger.

Jin Chen stepped forward.

As he drew near, Liang Yanzhe reached out, hooked his neck, and pulled him close.

Their faces were close enough to hear each other's breath.

Liang Yanzhe spoke softly, his tone lazy and alluring, like a tiny hook: "Take off my glasses."

Jin Chen slipped one arm around Liang Yanzhe's narrow waist, extended his icy fingers, lifted the thin-rimmed glasses from his nose, and casually hooked them on his fingertip.

The moment the glasses were removed, Liang Yanzhe's beautiful, calm eyes were fully revealed, a thin mist shimmering in their depths as they locked onto Jin Chen's dull gray gaze.

The next second, Liang Yanzhe tilted his head up and initiated the kiss.

Jin Chen naturally had no reason to push him away.

He tightened his hold on Liang Yanzhe's waist, crumpling his neat shirt, taking the lead and deepening the kiss.

The kiss was anything but gentle, even carrying a hint of ferocity—conquering and entangling without end—and he knew Liang Yanzhe liked it that way.

He liked this near‑suffocating, possessive intimacy.

As their lips and teeth tangled, Liang Yanzhe's eyes reddened at the corners, his breath grew ragged, and his gaze turned hazy.

He felt his actions were childish and impulsive, yet he couldn't help, catching his breath, pressing his forehead to Jin Chen's and asking in a breathless voice.

"Between him and me… who tastes better?"

Jin Chen heard that and gave a knowing, light laugh.

His eyes narrowed dangerously, his fingertip rubbing the swollen, wet corners of Liang Yanzhe's kiss‑bruised lips.

"Honey, no one compares to you."

"You belong to me."

Liang Yanzhe, his lips parted from the rubbing, instinctively sucked the wayward finger, mumbling, "... I'll reluctantly believe you."

Though he said that, the undisguised smile and satisfaction in his eyes utterly betrayed his mood.

【Villain Heartthrob Value +10, total 60!】

【Villain Blackening Value –8, total 37!】

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Thanks to Zhao Xitang taking over completely, Zhou Chengjun's hospitalization didn't saddle Liang Yanzhe with the expected mountain of work; in fact, it was a bit lighter than before.

After all, Zhao Xitang doesn't suffer from Zhou Chengjun's occasional domineering‑CEO flare‑ups.

He is calm, efficient, decisive, and communicates unusually smoothly.

At home, Liang Yanzhe lounged in Jin Chen's arms, a laptop on his knees handling email.

Beside him on the carpet lay several project proposals awaiting his review and signature.

He casually picked one up, didn't even glance at it, and handed it to Jin Chen behind him: "Hold this."

Jin Chen took the thick document and obediently held it for him.

Liang Yanzhe glanced back and saw Jin Chen lowering his lashes, eyes serious on the file cover, his profile looking especially cold and superior.

A smile flickered behind his glasses as he thought Jin Chen's focused look made him even more handsome than usual.

Liang Yanzhe had just formed that thought when he heard Jin Chen, in that low, pleasant voice, deliver a dead‑pan assessment.

"I don't get it."

Liang Yanzhe chuckled and said gently, "It's normal not to understand; these are all professional…"

But when he looked closer, he realized Jin Chen was more than just unable to understand.

After staring for ages, he'd even picked up the proposal upside down.

Liang Yanzhe's interest sparked; he set the laptop aside, sat cross‑legged, turned to face Jin Chen, and exclaimed, "You… can't read?"

As a top‑school halo‑crowned elite graduate serving as Chief Executive Officer Assistant, he never imagined he'd one day end up with…

…an illiterate monster as a boyfriend.

Jin Chen felt that question hit a sore spot and was a little displeased.

"I'm a swamp—swamps don't need to read or work!"

Liang Yanzhe: "……"

Okay, this hard‑working city office drone admitted the remark stung him.

He looked at Jin Chen's proud‑but‑illiterate act and found it funny and oddly endearing.

Liang Yanzhe reached out, pinched Jin Chen's cool cheek, rose, and went to the study to fetch paper and pen.

"Let me teach you." Liang Yanzhe sat back opposite Jin Chen, spread paper and pen on the coffee table, and asked, "Do you know which two characters make up your name, 'Jin Chen'?"

Jin Chen watched Liang Yanzhe's earnest expression, a tiny ripple flickering in his gray pupils.

His memory shouldn't hold any knowledge of writing, yet these two characters… he instinctively knew how to write them.

Thinking that, he must be literate.

At least he recognizes a few.

But Jin Chen decided not to say so.

His gray eyes narrowed slightly as he affected an innocent, clueless look, shook his head, and said, "I don't know."

He even leaned forward, resting his chin on Liang Yanzhe's shoulder, voice low, "Wife, write it for me to see."

Liang Yanzhe's ears itched from his exhaled breath; he turned his head to avoid it, but Jin Chen seized the moment to kiss his cheek.

He helplessly tapped Jin Chen's lips with the pen cap to push him away, then smoothly wrote the two characters of "Jin Chen" on the blank page.

"Is this it?" Liang Yanzhe pointed at those two characters and asked.

Jin Chen looked at the familiar strokes, his gray eyes flickered slightly, he remained calm on the surface, merely nodding.

"Mm, yes."

He paused, his gaze falling on Liang Yanzhe's pen-holding fingers, then asked, "How do you write your wife's characters?"

Liang Yanzhe smiled, picked up his pen, and beside "Jin Chen" wrote the three characters "Liang Yanzhe".

Just as the pen tip left the paper, the phone placed aside rang—it was a work call.

Liang Yanzhe glanced at the caller ID, picked up his laptop, and said, "I'm going to the study for an online meeting; wait for me a moment."

Jin Chen nodded, his pupils shifted, his gaze followed him out of the living room.

Until the study door gently closed, Jin Chen withdrew his gaze, lowered his head again, and his eyes fell on the white paper on the coffee table.

"Jin Chen."

He extended his icy fingers, extremely lightly and slowly, stroking the ink strokes that were not yet dry.

Jin Chen picked up the pen.

……

Nearly half an hour later.

Liang Yanzhe came back from the meeting, only to find the lights off in the room, pitch black, and Jin Chen was nowhere to be seen.

"Jin Chen?" No one answered.

He felt somewhat puzzled, wanted to turn on the light but found he couldn't, so he first walked in, relying on the Youyou light seeping through the curtains to see the paper on the desk, which seemed to have much written on it.

Liang Yanzhe entered without his glasses, could not see clearly, could only pick up the paper, and his breath halted for a moment.

【Liang Yanzhe Liang Yanzhe Liang Yanzhe Liang Yanzhe Liang Yanzhe……】

The entire white sheet was filled densely with his name.