Chapter 2852: Why Does My Wife Follow Me Around Every Day 12

At the coffee shop entrance stood a young man who looked about twenty, quite tall, with his hair cut short, looking energetic.

He was waving this way, his face bearing a bright smile.

Jin Chen saw him, a little surprised, raised an eyebrow, opened the car door and got out.

「How did you come running? Didn't you say you weren't free today? 」

「This is what you said. 」 Feng Qiu laughed, 「Not making money when you have it is stupid, let alone it's your affair. 」

「I brought you the newly arrived Geisha, Mandheling and Yirgacheffe beans; the quality is absolutely top-notch! 」

While he was speaking, he glanced to the other side, saw Yun Jing, was startled, then nodded at Yun Jing and said, 「Who is this? 」

「The flower shop's boss Yun. 」 Jin Chen simply introduced, 「This is Feng Qiu, my friend. 」

Yun Jing nodded at Feng Qiu, his face showing a gentle polite smile, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

「Shall we go now? 」 Feng Qiu said to Jin Chen, 「I just came out of the warehouse. 」

Jin Chen glanced at the time, then turned to Yun Jing and said, 「I'm going to pick up the newly ordered batch of coffee beans; Feng Qiu is from the supplier side and came specially to deliver them. 」

「You go back and rest first; I'll return soon. 」

His tone grew gentle again, different from how he had just spoken with Feng Qiu.

Yun Jing's fingers secretly clenched his cuff at his side, he lifted his eyes to look at Jin Chen, and the anticipation and amorous thoughts in his heart were shattered to pieces.

Why…… can't you just look at me?

Today, being alone, I was obviously happy—the sunshine was good, the food was good, the wine was good, and most importantly, Jin Chen was good.

He had smiled at him so many times, even touched his head…… why, at this moment, did someone else appear?

But Yun Jing dared not show the slightest abnormality.

He didn't even dare reveal his sourness and dissatisfaction; his face bore a flawless smile, 「All right, be careful on the road. 」

Yun Jing stood at the flower shop entrance, watching Jin Chen drive off and follow Feng Qiu's car.

The car drove away, disappearing at the street corner.

Yun Jing's smile on his face gradually faded.

He stood there for a while, then turned and entered the flower shop.

At the flower shop entrance, Tan Quan poked his head out.

Taking advantage of Jin Chen's absence, he again wanted to sneak over to find Song Cun, but seeing Yun Jing still there, he flinched a little—probably guilty as a thief—immediately shrank his neck, his eyes darting.

But Yun Jing had no mind to pay him any attention at all.

Tan Quan scratched his head, feeling a bit puzzled.

But he quickly tossed that doubt aside, then sidled up to Song Cun, who was organizing the newly arrived floral materials, and said, 「Hey, Song Cun, wanna go out and play? I still have a lot of gold bars! I'll take you to buy something tasty! 」

Song Cun continued his work, merely letting out a helpless sigh, and used his elbow to gently push Tan Quan, who was almost leaning against him, saying, 「I'm not going. 」

After these days of persistent pestering, Song Cun's attitude toward Tan Quan had softened a bit.

「Well then, 」 Tan Quan, not discouraged, moved even closer and said mysteriously, 「We'll do it secretly, nobody tells! I'll go get you something tasty to bring back! Wait for me! 」

Having said that, without waiting for Song Cun's reaction, like a happy-go-lucky big dog, he darted off and vanished, not knowing where he'd go next to scrounge for food.

Song Cun watched his disappearing back, shook his head, continued arranging the bouquet in his hands, though the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.

——

Flower shop second floor.

In the living room, still maintaining the state it was in when he left, the sofa was laid with a clean blanket, the coffee table held newly bought teacups, and the windowsill had been changed to new greenery.

All of this he had arranged that morning, thinking that if Jin Chen came up to sit, he would be able to see these.

How could it be like this.

Yun Jing walked to the sofa, picked up the neatly folded black jacket placed there, draped the coat over himself, and curled up into the sofa.

He buried his face deep into the fabric of the coat, breathing almost as if suffocating.

The scent on it that belonged to Jin Chen, already grown faint, now became his sole comfort.

But it wasn't enough.

Not enough, not enough.

Far from enough.

Clearly Jin Chen had touched his head, looked at him with such gentle eyes, and even invited him to a meal……

Why, just turning his head, could he so naturally talk to someone else and leave with them?

Who is that Feng Qiu?

How long have he and Jin Chen known each other?

Why can he pat Jin Chen's shoulder so familiarly?

Yun Jing felt irritable and uneasy, his fingertips constantly tugging at the coat's zipper, the teeth marks rubbing his finger pads into bloody red traces.

A rabbit jumped out of its nest, came up to his feet, and nudged him with its nose.

「Chi-chi-chi! 」

Yun Jing didn't move, merely holding the coat in his arms tighter, his voice lower and more obsessive, 「I'm not forbidding him to have friends…… I just want to see him; today was supposed to be mine. 」

They had only eaten breakfast and lunch together, already wasting a morning's time.

Logically, they should have the whole afternoon and evening, after which he could again turn into a rabbit and naturally enter Jin Chen's bedroom, occupying his blankets and embrace—that would be right.

Jin Chen's eyes are born that handsome; when he looks at people, even without much emotion, it makes him seem affectionate.

His lip shape is also so perfect, looking soft…… why can't I taste it today?

The more Yun Jing thought, the more indignant he became.

He opened his eyes, his pupils almost turning red, the depths of his eyes holding irrepressible, surging emotions.

The two rabbits were still chi-chi-ing, their voices tinged with urgency, as if reminding him of something.

But Yun Jian couldn't listen anymore.

He got up, walked to the wardrobe, took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on, then changed into a dark coat and stood the collar up.

"I didn't mean to spy on him."

Yun Jian corrected the rabbit again, his tone stubborn: "I just want to have a look."

"Even looking is not allowed; there's no such principle."

He thought, he had already become quite restrained.

According to the methods of those beastmen in the underground venue, Jin Chen should already be on his bed by now, tightly locked beside him, so that he could see only him.

But that doesn't mean he can't approach and protect his treasure in his own way.

The two rabbits looked at him speechlessly, then turned and hopped away, too lazy to bother anymore.

Yun Jian put on his sunglasses and went downstairs.

Just as he reached the first floor, he heard a commotion outside.

He pushed open the flower shop door and happened to see Tan Quan jump down from the coffee shop's window.

The two of them ran into each other.

Tan Quan jumped in fright, still holding a plump backpack in his arms, looking sneaky.

Yun Jian glanced at him, said nothing, and walked straight toward the street corner.

Tan Quan let out a breath, scratched his head, and muttered, "I was scared to death."

Then, with the pack on his back, he dashed away and disappeared.

Yun Jian didn't care at all what Tan Quan was up to.

He didn't even know why Jin Chen kept such a noisy, bothersome dog.

Isn't raising rabbits fine?

His mind was full of Jin Chen—where Jin Chen and that Feng Qiu were together, where they had gone, what they were doing.

Yun Jian walked to the street corner, hailed a car, and gave the address of Feng Qiu's warehouse.

That was found incidentally when he previously investigated Jin Chen.

In the car, Yun Jian leaned against the window, his sunglasses covering most of his face.

He took out his phone, pulled up a tracking interface; Jin Chen's car had a tracker he'd secretly installed, tiny, hidden in the seam of the undercarriage.

The red dot moved on the map, heading toward the suburbs.

Yun Jian stared at the red dot, tapping his finger lightly on his knee.