Chapter 3084: After the divorce, I was forced to compete with my ex-husband 14 times

Chi Mo, the one most worried about by the comments, had already used system points to stay sober.

A glint of clear light flashed in his eyes; he saw the security personnel and Blake ahead successively fall into illusion, then heard footsteps behind him, turned his head, and his gaze lingered on Jin Chen.

Chi Mo quickly adjusted his expression, his gaze becoming unfocused and dreamy, his body swayed slightly, he took a step toward Jin Chen, his lips moving, "Brother Chen… I feel a bit dizzy…"

He must obtain the attention of this child of fate! According to the plot setting, Jin Chen's attitude toward him should change in this incident.

In a dangerous environment, the distance between people instinctively shrinks—this is the best moment for him to consolidate favorability.

However, just as he took his second step, he froze in place.

Chi Mo stared, dumbfounded.

Chenshu also fell into illusion, but Jin Chen seemed completely unaffected by the strange pink mist; as soon as he touched Chenshu's arm, a force blocked his neck, pulling him in for a kiss, their lips and tongues entwined, the tip of his tongue still retaining the sweetness soaked in the pink mist.

Jin Chen: "……"

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Even in this state, Chenshu didn't hurt Jin Chen; his fingers trembled slightly in Jin Chen's hair, his breathing urgent and hot, each exhale an uncontrollable heavy pant.

But his eyes were wrong.

After a brief shock, Jin Chen was frightened by Chenshu's gaze—those eyes held nothing, no joy or pain, no human emotion whatsoever; Jin Chen could only see his own reflection in Chenshu's inexplicably numb, vacant eyes, and nothing else.

What exactly had Chenshu gone through in those three years?

He was so powerful, so proud, so invincible—why would Chenshu show such eyes?

Ambiguous low moans echoed in the cave, numbness seeping to the bone.

Chenshu's weight pressed on Jin Chen, pushing him back a few steps until his back hit the rough rock wall; their bodies pressed tightly together let Jin Chen clearly feel his heartbeat—fierce and rapid, as if trying to break free from his chest, an impulse so intense it bordered on self-destruction.

Jin Chen didn't know what Chenshu saw in the illusion, but this intensity—as if he'd fall apart without his love—must never be exposed on camera.

He is the Imperial General, a symbol of the Military Department, the faith of countless soldiers; if this image were broadcast, how would those eyeing his position exploit it, and what would his admirers think?

Jin Chen's hand groped behind Chenshu, found the floating live broadcast ball nearby, fixed its camera angle to capture only the rock wall and part of the ground, then gently pushed it aside.

But the other guests' live broadcast balls were still running; from this angle they could still capture their silhouettes, just less clearly.

Witnessing all this, Chi Mo: "……"

He had no time to ponder why Jin Chen and Chenshu had truly become lovers; he steadied himself, took a step forward, "Let me help…"

"Get lost!"

Chenshu's voice was low and hoarse, undisguised hostility and rejection.

He turned his head to look at Chi Mo; his vacant eyes flashed with killing intent, like a warning from a beast whose territory had been invaded.

Jin Chen also frowned, half his face emerging from Chenshu's shoulder, tone cold and hard: "Don't come over."

Chi Mo's steps halted abruptly, fingers clutching the hem of his clothes, standing still without moving.

Jin Chen didn't glance at him again.

He slipped an arm around Chenshu's shoulders and led him a few steps around the cave's bend; from the angles of the remaining live broadcast balls, only two blurry figures could be seen, and their voices muffled by the cave's echo.

Jin Chen leaned in to embrace the swaying Chenshu, resting his chin on Chenshu's shoulder: "Chenshu… don't be deluded by the illusion."

999 could help him shield against the illusion, but it couldn't help Chenshu.

Jin Chen called Chenshu's name several times, then gently patted his back, trying to use touch to pull him out of the illusion, but Chenshu showed no sign of easing.

He was even pressed into Chenshu's embrace and kissed a few more times, making it impossible to focus on finding a solution.

Jin Chen, a little annoyed by the kissing, bit Chenshu's tongue tip, then grabbed his hair with one hand to tilt his head back, fingers tightening with irresistible control.

"Chenshu! Look at me!"

Pain shot from his clenched scalp; Chenshu had to narrow his eyes slightly—the suffocating tightness, the lingering pain on his tongue tip, the tugging sensation on his crown—these feelings instead made him feel a body‑wide shudder, almost pleasurable.

His pupils dilated slightly, his breathing grew more urgent, but his vacant gaze finally gained a glimmer of light,

Chenshu wished it could be harsher; he'd be willing to spend his life confined like this, gentle yet domineering, as long as his Xiao Chen never left him.

The elder's taking and demanding, his restrained expression looked even more vivid in the dim light.

He even showed a dazed smile toward Jin Chen, his usually stern face flushing faintly red from emotion; he lifted his hand to cover Jin Chen's hand, guiding it downward to press against his own pectoral, feeling through the combat uniform the firm, hot muscle contours below.

He pressed down hard, voice low and hoarse with a hint of pleading: "Xiao Chen… a little harder, okay?"

Jin Chen frowned, lowering his gaze; seeing Chenshu clearly in pain yet still opening himself completely, he eased the pressure on his hand, his thumb lightly brushing over Chenshu's collarbone.

"What's wrong with you? So many people are watching—you're a General…"

"General…"

Chenshu's eyelids twitched; in his view, behind Jin Chen appeared a red‑bearded alien holding a controller, which was connected to the cold, heavy shock collar around his neck.

——"You're not a General here; you're just 03. Remember that!"

"No…"

Chenshu's body tensed for an instant.

He winced, curling slightly into Jin Chen's embrace; that wave of numbness surged like a tide, threatening to submerge him again.

Jin Chen's palm pressed against Chenshu's nape, his lips brushing the corner of his mouth: "Chenshu… wife, calm down; I'll keep you company tonight, okay?"

Before the divorce, Jin Chen, relying on being younger than Chenshu, often called him "Uncle Chenshu," even at their most intimate moments; Chenshu always indulged him, never correcting him, and on those rare occasions when he heard Jin Chen's breathy, low voice call him "wife," he'd react differently.

This moment was no different.

The red‑bearded alien in Chenshu's eyes faded away like smoke blown by the wind.

That extreme shattered self-destructive feeling finally slowly subsided, and he hid it again in the deepest corner of his heart.

Jin Chen watched the change in Chenshu's eyes, knowing he had walked out of the hallucination, still a little worried, he hummed twice, "Awake?"

Chenshu eased for a long while before slowly lifting his eyes; there was a somewhat weary gloom in his gaze. He raised his hand to cup Jin Chen's face, kissed his nose tip, his voice hoarse but with a smile, "Sorry... but I remember, Xiao Chen."

Jin Chen: "......"

"I think you can only remember this." He muttered, letting Chenshu pull him up from the ground, brushing off the dust and moss fragments on his clothes.

But when he turned away, Jin Chen's expression gradually sank.

He now dares to assert that the three years Chenshu spent away from him perhaps involved something more perilous than the wars on the front lines against the alien beasts and invaders.

Those things gave even the almighty general psychological trauma, wounds he was unwilling to show, and stress reactions that could be triggered under certain conditions.

He will figure it out.