Chapter 2979: You Are My Fashion Darling 38

Jin Chen's line had a good effect; at least it drew attention.

Speaking of which, we also have to thank Min Heng for enthusiastically teaching the brother act in the show, sparing no effort.

Jin Chen walked a few steps into the living room, stopped when he reached Chenshu, and glanced sideways at Wu Lai, still sitting on the sofa.

Wu Lai happened to be staring at him, his eye sockets still red, his whole body curled up in the sofa corner, looking pitiful.

Seeing Jin Chen look over, his body instinctively shrank back a bit.

The toilet water this afternoon really left a significant psychological shadow, but then realizing something, he straightened his back—Chenshu is here; this person ought to restrain himself a bit, right?

Jin Chen stared at him, his cold yet beautiful eyes slightly narrowing.

Wu Lai felt creeped out by that gaze, his hairs standing on end, suddenly having a bad premonition.

The next second, Jin Chen withdrew his gaze, walked two steps toward Chenshu, his tone wistful as if reciting lines from a tragic movie.

"If you weren't here, they'd bully me like this."

"Little white flower" quote, add another.

Wu Lai: "……?"

"Who's bullying whom?"

"Who is the person who was pressed onto the toilet and had water poured this afternoon!"

The other relatives in the living room usually consider themselves noble and decent, pay attention to manners and cultivation, associate with decent people, their speech and conduct carry the winding ways of high society; when have they ever seen Jin Chen act so out of line, performing to his face and doing it so justified and righteous, such a pitiful display?

Jin Chen clenched his face, moved a step behind Chenshu, revealing only a small half of his cold, exquisite side profile from Chenshu's shoulder, and those slightly drooping peach-blossom eyes that looked as if he truly suffered a great grievance.

"If I had known he'd come, I wouldn't have come."

Good, three "little white flower" quotes, none wasted, all used.

"Someone surnamed Jin" is very satisfied with this added scene.

Chenshu stood in front of him, gave a light cough, cleared his throat, adjusted his expression back to a cold, stern state, and swept his gaze over Wu Lai and the others in the living room.

Wu Lai felt that glance, and the bit of courage he had mustered instantly vanished.

Jennifer sat on the sofa with a livid face, watching Jin Chen hide behind Chenshu, so angry her fingers trembled.

"Chenshu, look at what he's like! In front of guests..."

"Cousin aunt."

Chenshu interrupted her, expressionless, warning.

Those relatives who had previously held some reservations about Chenshu also fell silent, exchanged glances, and felt that this Chenshu was different from the one they knew before, possessing a stronger sense of control from long holding a top position than when he first took over the group.

"My affairs here don't need your interference, cousin aunt, nor do they need outsiders to point fingers at my partner."

Jennifer's face looked even worse; the lady beside her in a cheongsam gently tugged her sleeve, signaling her to stop speaking.

But that lady herself spoke up, her voice soft and gentle, as if trying to mediate.

"Chenshu, cousin aunt means well; you're young, some things aren't clear. This kid..." She glanced at Jin Chen, her gaze carrying condescending concern: "What is he after by following you? Isn't it just your money and power?"

Jin Chen leaned on Chenshu's shoulder, hearing this, slightly raised his eyebrows, and glanced over there.

When he's lazy, his brows slightly press down on his eyes, making him look somewhat cold and striking even without expression; the lady, upon being glanced at by him, paused her speech, but quickly resumed her smile.

"Let me be frank, you don't have to like hearing this. I've seen many like this kid; today he follows you, tomorrow he'll find someone better..."

"Yeah."

Jin Chen slightly protruded from behind Chenshu, echoing.

Noble lady: "……?"

Wait, the procedure doesn't seem like this; why isn't he defending himself!

In their preset script, Jin Chen should flatly deny, should get angry, should aggrievedly explain that he's not after his money—aren't those little goldfinches all doing that?

Several relatives looked at each other, someone secretly glanced at Chenshu's expression.

Chenshu's expression was even a bit softer than before; he tilted his head to look at Jin Chen leaning on his shoulder, then withdrew his gaze, the corner of his mouth curling slightly, a smile with deep meaning.

He reached out, took hold of Jin Chen's hand resting on his shoulder, fingers interlacing, palms pressing together, then looked at the relatives: "Coincidentally, I'm very wealthy; any problem?"

Relatives: "……" Is this still the Chenshu who is decisive in the marketplace and unquestionable in the family?

"If he finds a better sponsor, he'll surely have other plans!"

Another relative reacted: "If he leaks any group information, what then? We're all shareholders! We can't just watch you make mistakes."

Upon saying that, several people nodded repeatedly, chiming in: "Exactly, this isn't a small matter; who will protect our shareholders' interests?"

Jin Chen tilted his head, drew out a leisurely "hmm," stretching the tone, as if seriously considering the problem.

Then he lightly sighed, tilted his head the other way, looking at Chenshu: "Yeah."

Jin Chen's voice carried feigned distress, smiles in the corners of his eyes and brows; the fingers held by Chenshu, still restless, lightly scratched his palm twice—truly the epitome of being spoiled and arrogant, adding fuel to the fire.

Jin Chen's voice carried a feigned distress, the corners of his eyes and brows all smiles, the fingers that Chenshu held, still restless, lightly scratched his palm twice—truly the epitome of being spoiled and arrogant, adding fuel to the fire.

Chenshu, annoyed, slapped the fingertip that Jin Chen was scratching in his palm, giving him an annoyed look.

Jin Chen, being slapped, didn't dodge or avoid, but instead rubbed his finger further into Chenshu's palm.

Chenshu withdrew his gaze: "You'd better pray he can stay by my side."

"Otherwise, the first to pay the price definitely won't be him, but all of you present."

Otherwise, the one who will first pay the price definitely won't be him, but everyone present.

"What does this have to do with us?" someone stammered.

Jin Chen finally straightened up from Chenshu's shoulder: "Exactly, what does this have to do with you."

Jin Chen finally straightened up from Chenshu's shoulder, "Exactly, what does this have to do with you?"

Someone turned to look at Jennifer, hoping she could say something, but Jennifer herself could no longer speak, still not recovered.

This play has gone far enough; it's about done.

This act has gone on long enough; it's about done.

Jin Chen suddenly raised his hand with a blank expression, covered his heart, doing it dead seriously, his brows slightly furrowed and his lips pursed.

"You're still not leaving?"

"I'm about to have an attack."

Chenshu glanced at him, the corner of his mouth twitching again, without exposing him, and told the butler at the door, "See them out."

The butler immediately stepped forward, respectful yet unwilling to accept refusal, and began asking these uninvited guests to leave.

Jennifer stood up, her expression distorted like a wrung-out towel, she grabbed Wu Lai's arm and walked out.

Wu Lai was dragged along by her; before leaving, he turned back for a glance, his gaze lingered on Chenshu for a second, then shifted to Jin Chen.

Jin Chen leaned against Chenshu's shoulder, eyes downcast, appearing lazy and harmless, yet as if sensing something, he lifted his gaze and looked over.

Wu Lai shivered, turned his head, and quickly walked out of the Living Room.