Chapter 2978: You Are My Fashion Darling 37

Jin Chen decided to go along with their act, put down his fork, and asked, "What did you just say?"

Lai felt inexplicably uneasy under his calm gaze, but thinking of his own advantage and Jennifer being nearby, he straightened his back, a flash of pride crossing his blue eyes, believing he had finally hit Jin Chen's sore spot.

He deliberately slowed his speech, repeating in clear Now we need to output English: "I say, even if you feel inferior about your illness……that's also fine, I can slowly teach you how to live in Zhuang Yuan."

The next second, Jin Chen grabbed his collar.

Wu Lai's collar tightened around his throat, letting out a short gasp; before he could even cry out, Jin Chen yanked him up by the collar from the chair.

Jin Chen's grip was much stronger than he imagined; he was dragged toward the back of the garden, his legs flailing, one slipper flying off.

"What are you doing!" Madame Jennifer, who had never seen such an uncouth person, shouted sharply, "Let him go! Someone! Come quickly!"

James also hurriedly stood up, but couldn't speak, just looking foolishly anxious.

Several servants ran out of the house and, seeing this scene, were stunned.

Jin Chen dragged Wu Lai along the garden path into the guest washroom.

Wu Lai was pressed by the back of his neck, face down, with the toilet right before him.

"What are you doing?!"

Wu Lai's voice trembled, "Let me go! Do you know who I am… mmm…"

Jin Chen pressed his head into the toilet and, as an afterthought, hit the flush button.

The water swirled upward, then roared downward; Wu Lai's hair was lifted by the flow, golden strands sticking to the white porcelain wall, a sorry sight.

Jin Chen lifted him up.

Wu Lai gasped heavily, water dripping from his hair down his cheeks into his collar, his blue eyes full of fear and anger, his lips trembling as he wanted to curse but dared not.

Jin Chen looked down at him with an innocent expression, his tone lazy, "Sorry, I don't really know how to use such high‑end things; why don't you teach me again?"

Before Wu Lai could answer, the back of his head was pressed down again and the flush button was pressed once more.

The water surged up, covering his ears, eyes, and the tip of his nose. He closed his eyes; his mouth filled with the taste of disinfectant, the air in his lungs squeezed out, his chest feeling heavy and painful.

When Jin Chen lifted him up again, Wu Lai could no longer speak; his gaze at Jin Chen was like looking at a devil.

Two servants rushed over, pushed open the bathroom door, and saw exactly this scene—something they had never witnessed in all their years, such a brutal operation.

Oh no, oh no—this toilet… no, this face—can it still be saved!

Uncle James from the maternal side came over from behind, wanting to peek in to see what was happening.

The two servants, as if fleeing a flood beast, slammed the door shut with a bang.

"No, nothing!"

One servant stammered, "Mr. Jin is… teaching Mr. Wu how to use the toilet."

James: '???'

He may not be able to speak in this household, but he's certainly not an idiot!

Another servant pulled his colleague back two steps and whispered, "Quick, go tell the butler."

This situation is already beyond what they can handle!

When the butler received the news, Silence lasted three seconds.

"Contact Chenshu Chief."

When Chenshu received the call, he was on his way back to Zhuang Yuan.

The butler recounted the whole incident over the phone, his wording careful, yet Chenshu still caught several key words.

The maternal cousin's aunt arrived, bringing a person, and Jin Chen pressed that person into the toilet.

After hearing this, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, "I understand. Don't let Jin Chen worry; I'll be there right away."

After hanging up, he leaned back in the rear seat, watching the scenery outside, not worrying that Jin Chen would come to any harm.

In these people's hands, Jin Chen stands no chance of losing; if he's really provoked, his strikes are dark and ruthless, and he doesn't play by common sense.

But some things still need to be done, like backing up one's husband.

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Waiting for Chenshu's car to enter Zhuang Yuan, when it stopped in front of the main building, the sky was already drawing near dusk.

The lingering glow of the setting sun draped the ancient buildings in a warm gold‑red hue, but the atmosphere inside Zhuang Yuan clashed with that warmth.

The butler, who had long been waiting at the door, immediately stepped forward, quickly and quietly reporting the afternoon's events; Chenshu listened expressionlessly, his steps unhalted, marching straight into the main hall.

In the hall, compared to when he had left, it was now bustling.

Jennifer sat on the most luxurious sofa in the center of the living room, her eyes red and swollen, her delicate makeup already smudged, pressing a handkerchief to the corners of her eyes, occasionally sobbing as she complained to the other relatives who had rushed over upon hearing the news.

Her husband James sat with his head lowered beside her, occasionally glancing at the time and at Jennifer's complexion.

Wu Lai sat in the corner, having changed into clean clothes, yet he still looked utterly disheveled, as if he could burst into tears at any moment.

Jin Chen was not in the living room.

Chenshu glanced over; the butler came forward and whispered, "Mr. Jin is in the garden pavilion; his afternoon tea isn't finished yet."

Jennifer, as if seeing a savior, exclaimed, "You've finally come back! Look at the person you brought back! What state have you reduced Wu Lai to! No manners at all—crude! Savage! Basically a lunatic!"

"Dressed up like a peacock, doing nothing but bullying people! Wu Lai only said a few polite words, yet he actually pressed Wu Lai's head into the toilet—and flushed it twice! My goodness!"

Just then, Jin Chen happened to return to the living room, leaning against the corridor leading to the glass garden, leisurely looking over and locking eyes with Chenshu for a second.

Seeing that they each had their own lines, Jin Chen recalled the flower‑language notes he had just urgently searched for the goldfinch Xiao Bai, and said, "I don't want to cause trouble either, so why does trouble always find me?"