Chapter 293: The Imperial General Was Again Forcibly Flirted With 21

Jin Chen ended the call, returned from the balcony to the bedroom, and saw Alex sitting pale-faced at the head of the bed, looking absent-minded.

He worried if he was unwell, stepped over and sat beside him to ask.

Unexpectedly, the next second Alex lunged into his arms; he was a little surprised, sensed the unhappiness of the person in his embrace, and held him while sitting on the bed.

"Why are you suddenly unhappy?"

Jin Chen repeatedly patted his back; perhaps his comforting tone was too gentle, or perhaps Alex's emotions were especially sensitive today, after a while Jin Chen heard sobbing from the embrace.

He suddenly recalled Hol's words to him before the detox.

——"The final detox may affect the nerves; perhaps there will be emotional sensitivity or mood swings."

Jin Chen felt somewhat regretful; these days he had been busy handling the military affairs for the coming month, and actually forgot this matter.

He wanted to loosen Alex's hold to comfort him face‑to‑face, but unexpectedly the person in his arms refused outright, clutching him extra tightly, as if not wanting him to see his tears; so he could only relent, gently pinching the back of his neck with warm palms to help him relax first.

After a while, Alex stopped crying and instead suddenly lifted himself, half‑kneeling on Jin Chen's thigh, cupping his face with both hands, and pressed an ardent kiss onto him, his eye rims red.

Jin Chen, afraid he might fall, immediately wrapped his arms around his waist to protect him, and slowly and gently responded to this rare active deep kiss, guiding Alex to catch his breath.

Warm, hurried breaths mingled with the amorous atmosphere, swirling throughout the room.

After the kiss, Alex finally steadied his emotions a little, still clinging tightly to Jin Chen without letting go, and remained silent, just leaning against him.

Jin Chen, however, inexplicably felt something was off.

In this world, his wife was always calm and composed; even if emotions were affected, this reaction shouldn't happen.

Could it be that something happened during these busy days of his?

He cupped the face in his arms, kissing from the reddened nose tip all the way over, leaving no spot on the cheeks or lips untouched.

Such actions made Alex feel cherished and caressed; his previously stable emotions surged again, his mouth unintentionally turning down as he wanted to burrow back into the embrace, but this time Jin Chen's arm blocked him.

"Tell me, is something making you unhappy?" Jin Chen lowered his voice, utterly gentle.

Could it be that Jin Chen really doesn't know?

Alex lifted his gaze to him; his golden pupils were tinged with a faint red, looking utterly aggrieved.

"You……" Don't you know I'm leaving tomorrow? Why do you seem not at all reluctant?

"……What were you talking about in the call just now?"

"We were discussing the engagement ceremony, but I know we have to wait until you return after avenging; today my mother suddenly got the news and, on a whim, proposed it."

Jin Chen answered naturally, then suddenly thought of something and gave a helpless chuckle, "No way—did you hear me on the call and think I was getting engaged to someone else?"

So that's it; Alex blinked, the pent‑up emotion in his heart instantly dissipated by half, and without rebutting Jin Chen's remark, he embarrassedly nodded.

"What are you thinking? Besides you, I would marry no one!"

Jin Chen, as if punishing, bit the earlobe of the person in his arms, rubbing it between his teeth, yet unwilling to use force.

So, Jin Chen will wait for his return.

This realization eased much of Alex's sorrow about the parting.

He had experienced extreme emotional swings tonight, was unusually sensitive, and even he could notice it; therefore he decided to leave a deep impression for this farewell.

So that on the road of revenge after the Empire, he would not be unable to endure.

Once this idea arose, it became uncontrollable.

Alex hooked his finger in Jin Chen's palm, then leaned into his embrace; his stern brows and eyes softened at this moment, his loose sleepwear half‑covering, his skin turned pallid under the light, and the elegant collarbone rose and fell with his breath.

He suppressed his untimely shyness and offered another kiss.

Jin Chen understood his wife's meaning; his Adam's apple rolled, his voice hoarse, and he warningly pinched the soft flesh at his waist.

"Dear, there are still negotiations tomorrow."

"That's in the afternoon…… it's fine."

Alex seductively kissed Jin Chen's side neck; the chill in his eyes warmed, and his thigh rubbed against Jin Chen's abs below.

"This is what you said."

Jin Chen pressed the person down beneath him, casually picked up the remote, and turned off the bedroom light. (Continued vb)

——

Next morning.

A certain general kicked his wife out of the bedroom, felt refreshed, changed clothes, met with the welcoming squad of the First Legion, and together went to greet the incoming imperial diplomatic delegation.

The shuttle arrived on time.

Duke Vite led the way, his expression at times matching Ian's arrogance and superiority; the diplomatic team flanked him on both sides, surrounding him like stars around the moon as they advanced.

Upon seeing the banner symbolizing the welcoming squad of the Federation's First Legion, Vite's expression eased slightly, putting on a show of humility and kindness.

"This is the renowned Federation War God, the First Legion's General Jin Chen, right?"

Vite chuckled and said, "Surely the Federation's military affairs are busy; it must be troublesome for you to come receive us."

Jin Chen nodded slowly, turned and walked away, saying, "Just knowing is fine—hurry up, we're rushing to eat."

Vite: "……"

He withdrew his outstretched hand, his face momentarily unpleasant; he had long known this Federation General was arrogant beyond reason, and seeing it today confirmed it—he lacked even basic courtesy.

Who would have thought that after Jin Chen took a few steps, recalling the old man's reminder, he turned back, this time his demeanor carrying a hint of respect.

Vite thought he had finally noticed his status, snorted coldly waiting for his approach, only to see that hand pass straight through him and address the Minister of Foreign Affairs.

"Mr. Morris, welcome back to the Federation; on behalf of my father I extend my greetings."

Morris instinctively shook his hand, gave a refined smile, "I'm also very happy to return to this blessed land; I wish the President well."

Having said that, he glanced at Vite's ashen face, feeling somewhat embarrassed, and averted his gaze.

"Please proceed; the airship is already waiting outside."

Jin Chen acted as if nothing had happened, not even glancing at Vite.

Vite, having more experience than his son Ian, couldn't vent his anger on foreign soil, so he could only swallow this resentment.

The airship soon lingered in the conference hall of the Federal Presidential Palace.

Witte saw the person standing beside Joyce, and his expression changed instantly.