Chapter 2546: Inhuman: Xiao Chen

Returned to the hotel room.

Liang Yanze shut the door, unable to contain his curiosity, he grabbed Jin Chen's hand and walked over to sit on the sofa, asking earnestly: "How did you suddenly think of getting an ID? Are you… planning to do something?"

Jin Chen turned his hand to hold his, pulling him into an embrace, the misty tendrils wrapping around both of them.

He lowered his head and rubbed against Liang Yanze's hair, saying, "I don't want to leave; I just want to make it easier for us to be together in the future."

Jin Chen paused, tone teasing, "You can't have an illiterate monster boyfriend and then also saddle him with being an illegal resident, can you?"

"Then I'm failing horribly at eating soft rice."

Liang Yanze's heart finally eased, the corners of his mouth lifting unbidden as he brushed a kiss against Jin Chen's cool lips.

Usually calm and composed elite chief assistant, he bluntly expressed his anxious attachment.

"You can't leave me again," Liang Yanze said softly, looking into his eyes, "If you go, I won't even know where to look for you."

Jin Chen nodded calmly, poked Liang Yanze's cheek, and, pushing his luck, demanded, "Then act cute."

Liang Yanze: "……"

What a joke.

He simply couldn't.

The two stared at each other, big eyes locking with small eyes.

Liang Yanze tried hard, ultimately failed, and could only sigh helplessly: "……I can't."

He hooked his arms around Jin Chen's neck, fingertips lightly tapping his brow, tone reproachful.

"You're pushing your luck."

Jin Chen went along with it, lowering his demand: "Then kiss me."

That request is much simpler.

Liang Yanze curled his lips, straddled Jin Chen's legs, lifted a hand to remove his glasses, and lowered his head to kiss him.

Jin Chen began to tinker with his money‑making scheme.

On the living room coffee table lay a tablet, a laptop, and a stack of printed documents, efficiency off the charts.

Several strands of solid black mist, like flexible arms, could grab the tablet with one hand, the laptop with another, and the documents with a third.

In short… it was as if aided by a deity.

Ling Gun Gun perched on his shoulder, watching this work scene as miraculous as an octopus turned spirit, couldn't help but sigh.

【Host, it's a shame you don't start a flash‑delivery service with this ability.】

It let its imagination run wild: 【Just think—any swamp, wetland, or any place with moisture, you could swoosh and deliver items instantly, absolutely faster than special express, guaranteeing market domination!】

Jin Chen's finger on the tablet paused, he fell silent for a moment, then translated it.

【Courier?】

Ling Gun Gun: 【Heh heh heh heh……】

It let out a merciless laugh.

Jin Chen flicked its forehead, 【Could also make a ghost movie.】

The system Ling Gun Gun, who fears ghosts more than anything in life: 【……burp.】

Didn't dare to laugh.

This isn't funny either!

Don't turn the Lord Auspicious Beast's suffering into entertainment!

Jin Chen couldn't be bothered with it, quickly scanning and filtering the information.

He quickly settled on a few preliminary viable directions, closed the computer, restored everything to its original state, and rose to walk back to the bedroom.

Only a warm bedside lamp was lit in the bedroom.

Liang Yanze wore comfortable pajamas, leaned against the headboard reading, with thin‑rimmed glasses perched on his nose, relaxed.

Hearing footsteps, he lifted his head, saw Jin Chen enter, and a smile touched his lips.

Jin Chen walked straight over, lifted the covers and slipped in, burying himself in Liang Yanze's embrace, his head rubbing against his waist and abdomen.

Liang Yanze lowered his gaze to the head in his arms, naturally ruffled his hair with one hand while still holding a page with the other, "When did you become so addicted to the net? You've been staring at screens all night."

He remembered that Jin Chen used to be the most impatient with these electronic devices, only interested in things that involved him and his recently quit blood‑craving.

Jin Chen smirked mysteriously, "I'm doing something big."

He then pressed onto the page Liang Yanze was reading, holding down his neck and kissing him for a while until his breathing grew unsteady, then let go.

Jin Chen, satisfied, pulled the blanket up, clung tightly to his wife, closed his eyes, and said, "Sleep."

Liang Yanze, aroused all over by that kiss, could no longer make sense of the business case he had been enjoying just moments before—not a single word.

The scent and warmth emanating from his beloved beside him continually tempted him.

Liang Yanze, after chastising himself for two seconds, decisively followed his heart, bookmarked the page, placed the book on the bedside table, lay down, nestled into Jin Chen's arms, and found a comfortable position.

The warm yellow light softly highlighted Jin Chen's deep features; with his eyes closed, his gloomy, cold aura faded considerably, revealing astonishing handsomeness.

Liang Yanze stared, somewhat entranced, his fingertips unconsciously tracing his brow ridge, nose bridge…

It seemed… not so hard to speak up after all.

He leaned in, whispering softly into Jin Chen's ear, "Husband."

The person in his arms gave no immediate reply, breathing steady, as if truly asleep.

Liang Yanze blinked, feeling a slight disappointment, ready to close his eyes and sleep as well.

A few seconds later.

Jin Chen's arms tightened, pressing the one he held closer, he rubbed the head, and replied lazily, "Mm."

Liang Yanze's lips twitched upward involuntarily, his heated cheeks burying into Jin Chen's shoulder.

【Villain Heartthrob Value detected +10, total now 100!】

——

Two days later, the cooperation project concluded smoothly.

Zhao Xitang and Zhou Chengjun returned to the company first to handle affairs, and specially granted Liang Yanzhe paid leave so he could relax properly.

Liang Yanzhe decided to make full use of this rare vacation, taking Jin Chen out for a stroll.

In the morning, Liang Yanzhe still habitually chose a shirt and trousers, only without such a formal tie, the fabric more casual, adding a touch of handsome gentleness.

Jin Chen lazily crawled out of bed, half-asleep, and saw Liang Yanzhe standing before the mirror adjusting his collar.

He walked over, hugged Liang Yanzhe's waist from behind, rested his chin on his shoulder, and looked at the mirror.

After a while, Jin Chen suddenly turned Liang Yanzhe to face him, lowered his head, skillfully tied him a nice tie, carefully adjusted the tightness, and finally pinched Liang Yanzhe's earlobe.

"Nice."

Liang Yanzhe was somewhat surprised, "When did you learn to tie a tie?"

Jin Chen casually kissed the corner of his mouth, tone a little smug, "I'm smarter; I pick it up after a few looks."

Liang Yanzhe chuckled and didn't ask further.

The hotel's breakfast and a delivery arrived at the room at the same time.

Inside the delivery envelope were the ID card, household register, and other related identification documents that Zhou Chengjun had efficiently processed for Jin Chen; the materials were flawless, even the education and work experience arranged reasonably and closely tied to Liang Yanzhe's situation—truly thoughtful.

Jin Chen picked up the brand-new ID, glanced at it, and nodded in satisfaction.

Overbearing CEO, indeed still very useful.