Chapter 2862: Why Does My Wife Keep Following Me 22

In Tan Quan's room, Song Cun leaned against the head of the bed, his face still a little pale, but his spirits looked fine.

Tan Quan sat beside the bed, holding a cup of water and feeding it to him.

Seeing Jin Chen and Yun Jian enter, Song Cun struggled to sit up straighter, but Jin Chen gestured that he needn't.

"Boss Jin, Boss Yun, thank you."

Jin Chen walked over, pulled a chair to the bedside, and just as he sat down, Yun Jian settled himself into his lap.

He loosely embraced him and asked Song Cun, "How do you feel?"

"Not bad, just my head is still a bit dizzy."

Song Cun said, then looked at Yun Jian, his eyes full of gratitude, "Boss Yun, thank you for taking care of me before, and… for saving me."

Yun Jian sat in his lover's arms, his tone calm at the moment, "It's only natural."

Jin Chen's gaze swept between the two, then he said, "You really have a relationship where you ask each other to look after each other?"

Yun Jian blinked, since he had already spoken many truths today, there was no need to hide this either.

"No." He was afraid Jin Chen would think he was hiding too many things, so he lightly pinched Jin Chen's fingertip and scratched it, like acting coquettish.

"I do know his older brother, but I helped Song Cun because I recognized his identity, which was to my advantage."

Song Cun let out a soft sigh, "If it were Boss Yun, I could also give you that thing."

Zero Egg wasn't there, and 999 didn't have enough authority over the original plot either, so Jin Chen, thoroughly confused, simply asked, "Can we talk about it now? What exactly is going on?"

Song Cun and Tan Quan exchanged a glance.

Song Cun took a deep breath, slowly began speaking, and recounted his story.

Song Cun was also a worker at the underground boxing arena, but being human and, by a fortunate coincidence, having some connection with a certain big boss behind the scenes, he managed to get a relatively easy job there, mainly handling accounts and organizing customer data.

It was precisely this job that let him inadvertently come into contact with things he shouldn't know—illegal gene auctions and beast‑person trades.

Chailang kidnapped Song Cun, pressing him for the whereabouts of the files, but Song Cun stayed tight‑lipped and refused to talk.

"The hyena… that's Tan Quan," Song Cun glanced at Tan Quan, who immediately straightened his body, putting on an air of reliability.

"Back then he was a subordinate of Chailang, but he actually didn't agree with Chailang's crazy plans; he secretly helped me a few times, and when Chailang tried to kill me, it was he who helped me escape."

Thus Tan Quan betrayed Chailang and helped Song Cun flee.

After barely escaping, they were pursued by Chailang's people and also drugged.

That's why Song Cun lost his memory and Tan Quan reverted to a juvenile body.

"When we fled to the vicinity, the drug took effect," Song Cun said, his voice dropping, "When I woke up again, I was already in your shop."

"I was afraid carrying that data on me would be unsafe, so I hid it in the base of a discarded flowerpot in Boss Yun's flower shop."

Song Cun looked apologetically at Yun Jian, "Sorry, Boss Yun, for moving your things without permission and causing you so much trouble."

Yun Jian's expression was light, "I know; it's here with me."

Song Cun: "……"

Song Cun then looked at Jin Chen, his expression turning grave, "Boss Jin, Chailang is obsessive and mad; he won't rest until he achieves his goal. I escaped, but I didn't get the data, so he surely won't let it go—he may set his sights on you"

Yun Jian suddenly let out an extremely faint cold laugh, "He dares."

"Whoever moves what they shouldn't must be ready to pay the price."

Tan Quan instinctively shrank his neck, Song Cun also felt the invisible pressure, and sensibly closed his mouth.

Jin Chen glanced at Yun Jian, patted the back of his hand, signaling him to stay calm, then said to Song Cun and Tan Quan, "You just stay here and recuperate; the rest, Yun Jian and I will handle."

——

After that day, unexpectedly, Chailang's side didn't come looking for trouble again; the flower shop and coffee shop operated as usual, and pedestrians came and went on the street.

That afternoon, the weather was clear and fine.

Yun Jian sat at the table by the window of the flower shop, holding scissors to trim the newly cultivated flower stems.

On the table, the vase held a few freshly cut flowers, mostly light‑colored, while in the corner sat a special bouquet, its color shifting from deep red to wine red, petals layered upon layers, like a rose but more dazzling and noble.

A customer came into the shop, a young man with a backpack, looking like a student from the nearby university.

He walked around the flower rack, unsure what to choose, then approached Yun Jian and asked, "Boss, I want to give a gift to my girlfriend; any recommendations? Something with good appearance."

Yun Jian lifted his head, set down the scissors, and a warm smile appeared on his face, "If it's for a girlfriend, you could look at the peonies over there, or the lisianthus, red roses—they're all quite suitable."

The male customer followed his pointed direction, glanced over, then turned back, his gaze landing on that special bouquet at the table corner.

"What kind of flower is that?" he asked curiously, "It's really beautiful."

"I'll take this one; wrap it up, how much?"

Yun Jian's smile faded a little, "Sorry, this is not for sale; you can pick something else, let me recommend a few…"

"\"Not for sale? \" the man frowned, obviously dissatisfied, \"Just because it's on display doesn't mean it's for sale? I'll pay double the price—I want it. \"

As he spoke, he reached out to grab that bouquet to examine it closely.

Yun Jian raised his hand and lightly blocked his.

"I'm telling you," his voice remained gentle but his smile had completely faded, "Not for sale."

"Pick something else, I can give you a 30% discount."

The male customer staggered a moment, his expression faltering, clearly unaccustomed to such a blunt shopkeeper, about to flare up, when the flower shop's door was suddenly pushed open.

Jin Chen walked in.

Seeing the situation in the shop, he smiled and asked, "What's going on?"

"I want to buy this bouquet," the man pointed to the bouquet at the table corner, "Damn it, this boss won't sell it, even if I offer double the price—what kind of business is this?"

Jin Chen followed his finger, his gaze lingering on that bouquet for a second, then turned to Yun Jian.

Yun Jian also looked at him, his eyes hinting at a subtle grievance.

Jin Chen's lips curled slightly.

"This bouquet is indeed the boss's personal keep, not for outside sale."

"In that case, you can spend freely in the shop today, and with the receipt you can get a free iced Americano next door at the coffee shop."

"The male customer's eyes lit up, 'Really?'"

'"Really." Jin Chen said, "I am the owner of the coffee shop next door."'

'"Alright then, I\'ll take this."'

"Yun Jian Silence and quickly helped her wrap it up, gave a 30% discount, and handed over the receipt."

"The male customer took the flowers and receipt, and went happily next door."

"The door closed again, and the shop grew quiet once more."

"Yun Jian looked toward Xiao Ye at the door, 'Xiao Ye, there\'s nothing this afternoon, tidy up and take the day off.'"

"Xiao Ye froze for a moment, then immediately became happy, 'Really? Thank you, boss!'"

"She quickly packed up her things, and before leaving she thoughtfully closed the flower shop\'s door and hung up the \'temporarily closed\' sign."

"Only Yun Jian and Jin Chen remained in the shop."

"Jin Chen walked to the table, sat in the chair on the other side, rested his elbows on the tabletop, propped his chin, and smilingly looked at Yun Jian, 'Boss Yun, why did you suddenly stop opening for business? Are you not doing business anymore?'"