Chapter 3095: After Divorce, Forced to Compete with My Ex-Husband for 25

Chenshu still agreed to Jin Chen's proposal.

He could never resist Jin Chen's coquettishness—whether it was the sullen, reverse‑psychology kind or the blatantly mischievous sort he knew was wrong but felt justified in; whenever Jin Chen looked at him with those pretty eyes, Chenshu's defenses crumbled layer by layer.

After being kissed repeatedly, Chenshu agreed to everything, yet he still clung to the embrace, reluctant to leave, even though his chest was sore from the bites and rubbing against the cloth caused a faint sting; he did not pull away.

Jin Chen helped him put on his clothes, saying, "Then let's do it tonight—I'll go fetch the helmet back to the room; you lie on the bed for a while."

Chenshu answered with a sound, watched him leave the room, then leaned against the headboard and sat a while, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the spot Jin Chen had bitten, before slowly lying down and closing his eyes.

When Jin Chen returned, Chenshu had already drifted into a light sleep; Jin Chen did not deliberately wake him, gently placing the portable holographic helmet on his head, adjusting the fit and signal connection. The moment the helmet touched Chenshu's skin, his eyes fluttered open, gaze still a bit unfocused; seeing it was Jin Chen, he relaxed, instinctively reaching over Jin Chen's shoulder to pull him into his embrace, while his other hand brushed the back of Jin Chen's neck.

Jin Chen offered no resistance, simply leaning into that force against Chenshu's chest, tilting his head to operate the lightbrain, linking the other end to his own helmet, setting the synchronization parameters, then closing his eyes.

This holographic program was written by Jin Chen over the past few days of overtime; he also added a faint radiation effect extracted from the star core, which after processing poses no harm to the human body but enhances neural signal resonance, helping users enter deep memory scenes more effectively.

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When Jin Chen opened his eyes, he found himself standing on a familiar street, the road near the Main Star Military Department.

A fine drizzle floated in the sky, shrouding the whole street in a hazy gray; pedestrians were sparse, with occasional hovercars and aircraft flashing overhead.

Jin Chen looked around, realizing this was Chenshu's memory scene, the viewpoint following Chenshu's position.

He flicked the control panel on the lightbrain, choosing complete invisibility, then glanced at the timestamp in the upper‑right corner—this day he had originally planned to run away from home, but before leaving he still accepted the out Chenshu offered, agreeing to meet at the restaurant Chenshu used to like, which he did.

Now thinking back, the accident did not happen on the way to running away, but on the road when he turned back toward that restaurant.

Jin Chen let out a quiet sigh in his heart, feeling regret; if they had really met that day, perhaps things would not have come to divorce.

He passed through the fine rain curtain and saw Chenshu.

An Imperial General stood at the military department's entrance, his uniform shoulder boards soaked by rain, still holding a bouquet of roses that shone vividly against the dull sky.

Jin Chen drew nearer and, behind Chenshu, saw another person—Chi Mu holding an umbrella.

Chi Mu stood a few steps away, gripping an umbrella, rain dripping from its edge; he was nothing like the Chi Mu of three years later who always wore a sweet smile—his brows were slightly furrowed, an undisguised question and resentment.

Obviously, at this time Chi Mu had not yet mastered the later flawless disguise technique; his emotions were written on his face.

"You actually got married."

Chi Mu's voice came from the rain curtain, unsure whether from cold or agitation: "Didn't I tell you, General, you can only belong to me?"

"How could you get married? That's not what you should be doing."

Chenshu turned around, his profile in the rain curtain cold and sharp: "Looks like locking you up in the psychiatric hospital didn't help; it can't cure your delusions."

Chi Mu was not frightened away by that remark; he took another step forward, the umbrella's edge nearly brushing Chenshu's shoulder, as if demanding an answer: "Who exactly is your spouse?"

His tone held confusion and unwillingness; he could not fathom where things had gone wrong.

How could Chenshu defy the original plot's course and marry someone? At this point, shouldn't he be heading to the front lines, meet with an accident on the battlefield, and then be rescued by him?

"Haven't I already proved that once?" Chi Mu's voice suddenly softened, as if making an excuse for himself: "If you don't divorce, your spouse will meet a terrible fate."

"Shut up." Chenshu cut him off, his expression unreadable in the rain: "I will protect him. And you will be exiled to a barren star."

Jin Chen stood a few steps away, suddenly recalling those moments during the cold war when Chenshu wanted to speak but held back—sometimes staying late at the military department without working overtime, or coming home and standing at the door a while before turning and walking off; those behaviors he had once taken for coldness and distance, were they because Chenshu was investigating Chi Mu, or because of Chi Mu's threat, worrying about his safety and thus not daring to approach?

Chenshu had already turned and was preparing to walk toward the agreed‑upon restaurant.

He gripped the bouquet of roses, shoulders straight, as if he had made all preparations and was merely waiting for his date to arrive.

Chi Mu watched his back from behind, then suddenly called out to him, his tone turning soft and gentle, yet it sent a shiver down Jin Chen's spine, standing not far away.

"Chenshu, you shouldn't go; your partner shouldn't exist—he will die in an accident before your eyes."

Gunfire cracked in the rain curtain, a bullet striking Chi Mu's shoulder.

Chi Mu's face turned ashen; the hand holding the umbrella trembled slightly, yet he remained in place, watching Chenshu's back vanish into the rain.

Anyone who saw it would only find it eerie.

Besides the chill, Jin Chen actually felt a little afraid to follow further.

He could not imagine what it would be like if the aircraft collision accident had occurred right under Chenshu's eyelids, if Chenshu had truly witnessed all of that……

But in Chenshu's hallucination, Jin Chen could not even bring himself to avoid looking.

Time flowed swiftly; sky, light and shadow, crowds flashed past Jin Chen in a blur, then suddenly froze.

He saw the restaurant's sign, glowing warm light through the rain curtain.

Chenshu stood under the eaves of the restaurant's entrance, still clutching the bouquet of roses, lifting his gaze to the distant horizon—there was an aircraft approaching from that direction.

Jin Chen stood behind Chenshu, seeing hope and gentle love rise in his eyes, he stepped down from the platform intending to go meet his beloved.

The aircraft drew nearer.

Jin Chen reached out, hoping to shield Chenshu's eyes, but touched nothing.

The next second, fire burst open in the rain curtain.

That deafening roar tore through the overcast sky; two aircraft lost control and collided mid‑air, tumbling into nearby buildings and gouging craters in the ground.

Sparks and thick smoke rose in the rain, then were pressed down by the water, forming a gray‑black haze.

Jin Chen saw the roses in Chenshu's hand fall to the ground, the petals landing on the wet surface; Chenshu stood where he was, as if his soul had been sucked out.

From the outside, the accident's severity was indeed terrifying; the aircraft were almost completely deformed, debris scattered everywhere, thick smoke billowing upward.

But in fact he lost consciousness at the moment of impact; the aircraft's safety system, personally modified by Chenshu, protected him well.

Yet from Chenshu's perspective…… it was almost unsurvivable.

"Chenshu……" Jin Chen whispered, unable to stop what was about to happen.

Chenshu rushed out. Jin Chen followed behind, seeing him push through the chaotic crowd, stop before the deformed aircraft, and with bare hands pry open the warped hatch; the metal edges sliced his palms and fingers, blood running down his wrists and dripping with the rain onto the ground.

Chenshu seemed oblivious to the pain until he carefully lifted the unconscious Jin Chen from the cockpit; all ten of his fingers were bleeding, his body smeared with grime and blood, his hair drenched by the rain, making him look even more disheveled than the fainted man in his arms.

Jin Chen crouched beside him, embracing Chenshu's back from a distance, "It doesn't hurt at all, wife."