Chapter 2790: The Online Game Master's 'straight male' Roommate 36

The winter in the south lacks the extreme cold of the north, but the damp cold air seeps everywhere.

Jin Jia Lao Zhai sits by a quiet lake, and the holiday atmosphere is rich.

After Jin Chen returned home, he enjoyed the treatment of a national treasure for the first few days—good food and drink, and his parents found everything about him pleasing.

But after a few days of this lazy, lethargic lifestyle, Father Jin grew displeased with his son, who lounged on the sofa all day, clutching his tablet and texting someone unknown.

After the New Year, the family atmosphere shifted from warm togetherness to a 'fatherly kindness, filial son' mode.

In the Study, Father Jin pushed a stack of documents toward Jin Chen and tapped his finger on the desk.

"After the New Year, don't just idle all day. Pick one of the company's subsidiaries, take a position there, learn and get hands‑on experience—don't just study the theoretical stuff in books."

Jin Chen slowly lifted his eyes, without a thought.

"Just this one."

Father Jin glanced at it, his brow slightly raised, showing a hint of surprise and relief.

Sharp Edge Technology is the group's recent focus of investment, specializing in artificial intelligence and high‑end crystal design; it's regarded as an industry benchmark at the forefront of trends, with strong growth momentum.

He never expected that his son, who had always shown no interest in the family business and whose personality was hard to read, would immediately pick this most forward‑looking and challenging sector.

"I wouldn't have guessed you're interested in high tech," Father Jin said, his tone softening as he lifted his tea cup and took a sip. "That's good—Sharp Edge's headquarters is in North City, close to your school, so you can balance Studies and keep up with development. I'll have Secretary Chen arrange it for you…"

"Dad," Jin Chen interrupted, leaning back into the wide leather chair and crossing his arms. "I'll start my assignment the day after tomorrow—how's that? Anyway, I won't be away from school long."

Father Jin's hand, holding the tea cup, paused as he looked at Jin Chen.

How come this kid is so energetic today—did the sun rise in the west?

Or maybe he's finally seen the light, now able to see the family's vast holdings and feeling motivated to advance?

This thought pleased Father Jin greatly, even evoking the sentiment that his son would eventually become accomplished.

He set down the tea cup, nodded, and said, "You have this attitude—that's good."

"My boyfriend is also in North City," Jin Chen blurted out unexpectedly.

Father Jin: "…What?"

Jin Chen lifted his gaze to his father, his expression even serious, and said, "I said, my boyfriend is in North City, so I need to head back sooner."

Father Jin: "…"

Father Jin's facial muscles twitched as he looked at his son's self‑assured face, his blood pressure visibly about to spike.

"What did you say?" Father Jin's voice rose. "Boyfriend? What boyfriend? When did this happen… does your mother know?"

"I don't know," Jin Chen replied bluntly, quite innocently. "You always say big matters should be reported to you first…"

"I'm telling you this right away."

Just before Father Jin was about to slam the table in anger, Jin Chen leisurely threw out a line,

"If you try to split us up, I'll go abroad to study art—I heard the Paris Fine Arts Academy is easy to get into, and anyway the family doesn't need my share of the meals."

Father Jin: "…"

He pointed at Jin Chen, his breath caught in his chest, unable to go up or down.

"You… you…" Father Jin stammered for a while, unable to form a complete sentence.

This brat saying he'd go abroad to study art might actually do it—then his wife would have no way to explain it, and the father‑son relationship he'd painstakingly mended would truly be beyond repair.

Jin Chen watched his father's face change, feeling not the slightest bit nervous.

"Alright then, Dad—I'll head to North City the day after tomorrow and take the appointment letter with me."

Jin Chen walked to the Study's door, turned back, and gave a suitably obedient smile. "By the way, Mom—I'll have you explain it to her, since it's a big matter."

Ling Gun Gun: {hehehehe, fatherly kindness, filial son, filial piety brings strength~}

Father Jin sat in the Study, took a deep breath toward the empty air, and after a while squeezed out three words from between his teeth.

"…Little brat!"

——

On the fifth day after the New Year, North City Airport.

Jin Chen pulled his suitcase out of the arrival hall.

The northern land's cold wind blew in, bringing a dry, biting chill,

He tightened his scarf, noticed an incoming call, and held the phone to his ear: "Brother."

"Xiao Chen, what are you up to… huh, are you outside? On my end I hear how strong the wind is."

Jin Chen looked at the vast sky and hurried crowds outside the airport, feeling pleased, and said, "I'm getting ready to meet someone very important."

Jin Chen didn't have the family arrange a driver, nor did he notify the tech company; he hailed a private car and gave the address of Cheng Lang's home.

Cheng Lang fell silent.

A few seconds later, Cheng Lang's voice came again, feigning calm.

"Xiao Chen, start a video call—I want to see where you are."

Jin Chen let out a low laugh, "You guessed right, brother—I'll be there soon."

Forty minutes later, the private car stopped outside Cheng Lang's building.

The next second after the doorbell rang, it was pulled open from inside.

{Villain Blackening Value detected –10, total 0! }

Cheng Lang stood in the doorway, wearing home clothes, his eyes fixed on Jin Chen from head to toe, examining him thoroughly.

Jin Chen stood outside, wearing a white long coat, wrapped in the scarf Cheng Lang had given him; the winter afternoon light of North City fell on him, making him look tall and handsome.

He tilted his head slightly, lifted a hand to pull the scarf down a bit, and looked at the stunned Cheng Lang, saying, "Brother."

However you look at it, it makes you want to kiss him.

Wanting to hold him tightly, to express the longing and desire from over ten days of separation through kisses and touch.

Cheng Lang hooked his arm around Jin Chen's neck, pulling him forcefully toward himself in a scorching kiss.

Jin Chen was pulled half a step forward by him, then he shut the door with a backhand, keeping the cold out, and his arm wrapped around Cheng Lang's waist.

The air in the entryway quickly warmed up.

Cheng Lang went limp from the kiss, yet still, relying on instinct, he clung to Jin Chen, his fingers sinking into his cool black hair, forcing him to kiss deeper.

His heart was tightly wrapped by the surging, scorching love and affection, so full it almost overflowed.

"Good boy..." After finally getting a chance to catch his breath, Cheng Lang pressed his forehead against Jin Chen's, their noses touching, their breaths hot and intertwined, his voice hoarse and broken, "I miss you so much."

He seemed unable to kiss enough, hold enough; he longed to kiss deeper, hold tighter, as if he could never bear to be apart again.