Chapter 2866: Why Does My Wife Keep Following Me Around 26/27

Ten minutes later, Jin Chen was taken by Yun Jian away from the chaotic District D and brought to the more secluded District A underground.

The guards here were much more elite; upon seeing Yun Jian, they all bowed respectfully, their attitude reverent.

This is Yun Jian's turf.

Yun Jian put on again the red mask symbolizing his identity, and pinned an antiquely styled medal to his chest.

He tightly held Jin Chen's hand, walking quickly all the way, as if eager to hide him away.

A few subordinates walked toward them; upon seeing Yun Jian, they immediately stopped and bowed their heads respectfully.

"Mr. Yun."

One stepped forward, seemingly wanting to report something, but before he could speak, Yun Jian stopped him with a glance.

Now, anyone or anything that tries to approach Jin Chen will trigger Yun Jian's agitation.

"Unlock the lock of Number One Room." Yun Jian ordered coldly.

The subordinate froze, instinctively glancing at Jin Chen, whom Yun Jian held tightly, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

But he dared not ask further, immediately lowering his head and saying, "Yes."

The subordinate quickly walked to the iron door at the end of the corridor, entered the password, verified the iris, and only then did the heavy iron door slowly slide open.

Inside was pitch darkness.

Yun Jian led Jin Chen inside, and the iron door slowly closed behind them.

Click.

Locked.

The lights in the room came on, very eerie.

The room wasn't small; it had a sofa for resting, a coffee table, a bookshelf in the corner filled with books, and potted plants by the window.

Everything looked cozy, but… the walls were hung with torture devices and several pieces of unknown animal fur.

Eerie yet cozy.

"This is my place." Yun Jian removed the mask, casually tossed it onto the coffee table, revealing his still pallid face.

Yun Jian's fingertips pressed on Jin Chen's shoulder, pushing him into the single-person sofa.

Jin Chen, unsuspecting, looked around the room and sat down.

Who knew that just as he settled, his wrist was caught by something; looking down, he saw it was a hidden mechanism on the sofa's armrest.

Jin Chen: "……"

Truly impossible to guard against.

"Yun Jian."

Yun Jian knelt on Jin Chen, sinking into his aura, and lowered his head to kiss him.

Yun Jian's tongue tip was still bleeding, yet he seemed to feel no pain, greedily and urgently sucking Jin Chen's breath.

He wrapped his arms around Jin Chen's neck, pressing his whole body against him, rubbing against Jin Chen's nape.

"Jin Chen… Jin Chen… Jin Chen…"

He whispered that name over and over, his voice broken, as if trying to lock all his obsession, deep love, unease, and fear into those two syllables, then fastening that invisible shackle tightly around Jin Chen.

Jin Chen, truly helpless, tilted his head and said, "Yun Jian, unlock the handcuffs and let me explain properly."

"I won't listen!"

Yun Jian lifted his head, his eye sockets red, the depths of his eyes filled with obsessive chaos and uncontrolled anxiety, "You're definitely just trying to placate me!"

"They all say I'm crazy, but I… I clearly already acted like it in front of you before—I opened a flower shop, learned flower arranging, learned tea making, learned to speak and act like a normal person… all to steady myself."

"But upon meeting you… I have no principles left; I wish I could kill everyone who covets you, who wants to take you away, who wants to make you fear me and leave me… kill them all!"

Yun Jian's tone was broken, incoherent, his words mismatched—like he was venting, yet more like pleading.

But his kiss was too forceful; the wound on his tongue tip split further, blood seeping out uncontrollably, tracing the intertwining of their lips and teeth, flowing over his pale chin, dripping onto Jin Chen's collarbone, then Yun Jian chased that bloodstain with kisses, licking it clean with his tongue tip,

Yun Jian's mouth had already poured out a lot of blood, showing no sign of stopping.

"Yun Jian," Jin Chen, still worried, his voice turning cold, "I'll give you one more chance—unlock the handcuffs."

Yun Jian was startled by his tone, lips pursed in grievance, his nose tip red, eyes brimming with tears, yet he still hesitated.

The next instant, Jin Chen exerted force with his wrist.

With a soft click, the metal handcuffs that looked sturdy were snapped apart by him directly.

Yun Jian jumped in shock, incredulously watching Jin Chen's wrist regain its freedom.

Jin Chen flexed his wrist, then raised his hand, firmly pressing Yun Jian's nape, pulling him close and forcing him to meet his eyes.

"You won't obey, will you?"

Yun Jian, held by the nape, unable to move, could only lift his head, like a rabbit whose scruff has been gripped by fate.

He blinked, his voice dropping, tinged with a sob, "... No, I'll listen to you."

"Little madman." Jin Chen let out a low sigh, scolding him, though his tone held little blame.

Yun Jian didn't retort, merely burying his face in Jin Chen's embrace, still murmuring.

"You'll run away… I want to lock you up… you can only be mine… why bother with others' gazes? You just need to look at me… I love you the most—isn't that enough…"

Jin Chen could see that Yun Jian's condition was indeed off.

This was no longer mere emotional loss of control; it resembled a physiological stress response.

He understood too well the beastman setting of this little world, but having experience, he knew that a beastman's emotions and physiological state are tightly linked; excessive anxiety and fear could trigger primal instincts.

Jin Chen sighed.

He no longer forced Yun Jian, merely holding him tightly in his arms, one hand gently stroking his back, the other pressing his nape and slowly kneading.

At the same time, a soothing agarwood scent began to diffuse, growing richer, like an invisible, gentle net wrapping Yun Jian layer by layer.

Yun Jian's body gradually relaxed.

This is a scent only Yun Jin can smell; to him, it's more effective than any tranquilizer.

He trembles occasionally, as if still suppressing something.

But this relaxation seems to induce another state.

Yun Jin's breathing becomes abnormal, growing faster and shallower, as if he can't catch his breath, and his whole body begins to twitch slightly.

Hyperventilation.

This is a problem that easily occurs in rabbits when they are extremely tense or excited.

Jin Chen notices, acts decisively, covers Yun Jin's mouth and nose with his palm, "Breathe slowly, be good……"

Yun Jin struggles to follow Jin Chen's guidance and adjust his breathing.

With his breath and heart under Jin Chen's control, Yun Jin clearly feels a suffocating pressure, wanting to push Jin Chen's hand away and gulp air, yet the feeling of being completely controlled also makes him feel utterly at ease.

He gradually recovers, his back still trembling slightly, and he buries his face in Jin Chen's embrace, rubbing against him bit by bit.

A rabbit has scent glands on its chin, which it uses to rub against the person it likes, leaving its own scent while also taking in the other's scent and comfort.

Yun Jin rubbed for a long time, then lifted his head, eyes red, looking at Jin Chen.

"I'm so hateful," he whispered, voice nasal, "They're all afraid of me…… I have a bad temper, can't control it, but I still like you……"

"I know." Jin Chen said, wiping the corners of Yun Jin's eyes, then kissing his reddened ear tips.

"But I still like you too."

Yun Jin leaned in Jin Chen's arms, closed his eyes, and exhausted all his strength.

【Villain Heartthrob Value +7, total 100!】

【Villain Blackening Value -10, total 65!】

——

That day, returning home, pondering why Yun Jin had come so quickly, Jin Chen discovered a tracker installed in the car.

It was tiny, well concealed, hidden in the gap beneath the driver's seat.

Jin Chen looked at the small black device in his hand, raised an eyebrow, then casually shoved it back where it was.

So what if it was installed?

If not removed, then it stays.

At night, Jin Chen slept deeply, but continually sensed a gaze fixed on him.

He slightly lifted his eyelids, and by the faint moonlight seeping through the curtain gap, he saw Yun Jin indeed awake again.

Yun Jin lay on his side beside him, one hand propping his head, eyes wide open in the dark, staring at him unblinking.

Those eyeballs glowed faintly in the darkness, his gaze obsessive and gloomy, even… a little terrifying.

Jin Chen pulled him into his embrace and patted his butt.

Sleep.

Yun Jin: "……"

He stared at Jin Chen for a few seconds, then leaned in and lightly licked the corner of Jin Chen's lips.

His whole body curled into Jin Chen's arms, he grabbed Jin Chen's hand, gently took his index finger into his mouth, lightly biting it with his teeth, then closed his eyes.

After that, days seemed to return to calm, and Jin Chen had 999 investigate the big boss of the underground venue.

The coffee shop operated as usual, business was good, only Song Cun and Tan Quan rarely came back, as if they had something to attend to; Jin Chen didn't mind and let them go.

This afternoon, this afternoon, the sun was just right, and there weren't many customers in the coffee shop.

Jin Chen was debugging a newly arrived single-origin bean when an acquaintance walked into the coffee shop.

It was a friend the original host used to know, Zhou Ming is tall and well-built, they hadn't seen each other for many years; this time he came on a business trip and stopped by.

"I never expected you actually opened a coffee shop," Zhou Ming said, sitting at the bar, smiling as he looked around, "Before you said you wanted to open a shop, I thought you were joking."

Jin Chen made him a pour-over, "Try it, the new beans."

The two chatted on and off, talking about former classmates, current jobs, and their lives over the years.

Zhou Ming was very talkative, his voice bright; occasionally he'd mention something funny and laugh, making the atmosphere very harmonious.

But as they chatted, Zhou Ming suddenly felt a gaze, dark and sinister.

He shivered involuntarily and instinctively looked that way.

He saw Yun Jin walk in.

Yun Jin was standing at the coffee shop door at some point, holding a pair of pruning shears. He stood there silently, his gaze falling on Zhou Ming's arm resting on Jin Chen's shoulder, his face expressionless, even the corners of his mouth seeming to carry his usual gentle smile.

But Zhou Ming felt that smile didn't reach his eyes, his gaze chilly like a blade.

"Any customers?" Yun Jin asked, his voice warm.

Jin Chen nodded and waved at him, "Zhou Ming, just dropping by to say hi."

"This is Yun Jin, my boyfriend."

Yun Jin walked in, set the shears on the empty table beside him, nodded at Zhou Ming, and put back on a flawless smile.

"Mr. Zhou, hello."

It seemed as if that icy glance earlier was just Zhou Ming's illusion.

Zhou Ming hurriedly returned the greeting, though he inexplicably felt a creepy sensation.

He stole another glance at Yun Jin, who turned his head to speak with Jin Chen, brows and eyes gentle, smile clean—looking every bit a mild and polite person.

Maybe it really was an illusion, Zhou Ming thought, perhaps.

But he still felt creeped out.

He got his coffee, chatted a few more words with Jin Chen, then made an excuse: "I still have something to do today; let's reschedule our get-together, the day after tomorrow—I've made plans with a few classmates still in town to meet up, you definitely have to come."

Even before Jin Chen could reply, Zhou Ming grabbed his coffee and hurriedly left, walking far away still feeling a chill on his back that hadn't faded.

As soon as he left, the smile on Yun Jin's face faded a bit.

He withdrew his gaze that had fallen on Zhou Ming's back, and turned to look at Jin Chen.

Jin Chen had just finished tidying up the tools, turned around, and was blocked by Yun Jian at the workbench, who lifted his face for a kiss.

Yun Jian buried his face in Jin Chen's embrace, grabbed Jin Chen's hand, and pressed it against his own soft belly.

"I'm feeling a bit unwell today," Yun Jian said softly.

Jin Chen rubbed his belly, feeling that Yun Jian seemed more fond of embraces and touch than usual, and asked, "Is it uncomfortable here?"

"Mm, I don't know... just not very comfortable," Yun Jian buried his face deeper, "Will you keep me company for a while?"

Jin Chen glanced around the shop; at this hour there weren't many customers, and Xiao Liu could handle it alone.

"Okay," he said, "I'll tidy up a bit; you go upstairs to rest for a while, I'll be back soon to keep you company."

Yun Jian thought for a moment, then nodded.

He released Jin Chen, but didn't leave right away; instead he tiptoed up, pecked Jin Chen's lips, then turned and walked slowly upstairs, his back looking a bit listless.

Jin Chen watched him go upstairs, thinking in his mind about preparing something light and easy to digest for him that evening.

Yun Jian entered the bedroom on the second floor of the coffee shop that Jin Chen used; although he now lived at the flower shop, Jin Chen occasionally used this room, and some of his clothes were still kept there.

Yun Jian closed the door, leaned against the door panel, and took several deep breaths.

Thinking of Zhou Ming's hand resting on Jin Chen's shoulder just earlier, and the way they chatted and laughed...

Although he knew they were just friends, and although Jin Chen had clearly introduced himself as his boyfriend, the feeling of being briefly intruded upon by someone else still made him extremely uncomfortable.

The uncomfortable feeling grew more obvious, accompanied by a physiological agitation that needed to be wrapped in more of Jin Chen's presence.

He walked to the wardrobe, opened the door, and saw Jin Chen's clothes hanging inside.

Yun Jian stared at those clothes for a long time.

Then he reached out, took the clothes out one by one, held them in his arms, walked to the bedside, spread them out, laying them on the bed, beside the pillow, around himself, using Jin Chen's shirt as a base, filling the surroundings with soft T-shirts, and piling the pajamas and a few worn jackets that carried Jin Chen's strongest scent in the center and by the pillow.

Then Yun Jian climbed onto the bed, lay down among those clothes, and buried himself in them.

The clothes were full of Jin Chen's scent, which made him enamored.

Yun Jian buried his face in a shirt and took a deep breath.

The agitation miraculously eased somewhat.

But he felt it wasn't enough.

He got up again, took out the remaining clothes from the wardrobe, as if building a nest.

He buried himself in this nest, curled up, and closed his eyes.

At last he felt comfortable.

And Yun Jian himself didn't even realize the significance behind this behavior.

He vaguely felt his lower abdomen a bit more bloated, his waist a little sore, but the comfort of being immersed in the familiar scent overwhelmed everything; he curled up, hugging one of Jin Chen's jackets, his eyelids growing heavy, and fell into a deep sleep amid a sense of complete safety.

He simply felt that this was very comfortable.

Very safe.