Chapter 3115: After Divorce, Forced to Compete with My Ex-Husband for 46

On the day of remarriage, under Jin Chen's strong insistence, Chenshu underwent another follow‑up examination.

Chenshu felt somewhat helpless about this, but he knew Jin Chen would not budge on the matter; the follow‑up appointment had been arranged by Jin Chen in advance, and it was even more formal than the military's annual psychological evaluation.

The follow‑up lasted nearly two hours.

"The results are good," the doctor said. "Your stress condition has improved greatly since the last check‑up, and all indicators are moving toward the normal range. At this recovery rate, after a period of rest you can return to your pre‑battlefield condition."

"My earlier guess was correct," the doctor continued. "Although your experience in the Grey Region was special, it isn't an insurmountable wound for you, but you refuse to move past it in your heart."

Chenshu lowered his eyes and did not deny his words.

"You think that experience will make you lose something, or prevent you from gaining something, and as a result you've even come to despise yourself—I suspect it's related to the person who accompanied you here today."

"…That's right." Thinking of Jin Chen waiting outside, Chenshu's stern expression softened; he rose and said with relief, "But it's already over."

Chenshu naturally also tried Jin Chen's game; when he stood on that familiar street, successfully killed Chi Mu, and prevented the flight accident from happening, he finally broke through the psychological shackle that had troubled him for years. Jin Chen had built for him that wooden house, that warm room in the bitterly cold snowfield, and all the unspoken secrets he had never voiced—thus, with a light stroke of fate, their feelings grew deeper.

Chenshu walked out of the consultation room and announced the good news to Jin Chen.

"The doctor said the recovery is excellent, and my stress condition has improved greatly."

He lowered his head, gently kissing Jin Chen's lip corner, his voice low and tender: "Thank you, Xiao Chen."

Jin Chen, uncharacteristically not stubborn, shook his head and said, "You were always a strong person."

By the time they returned home, it was evening.

The master bedroom curtains were half‑drawn, the afterglow of the setting sun slipping through the gaps; the room's furnishings were almost unchanged from when Chenshu left, but there were a few new additions—a sleep‑aid aromatherapy lamp on the bedside table, a sleep‑aid potion beside it, and on the wall above the pillow hung a sketch of the wooden house in the snowfield, its lines simple.

Jin Chen leaned against the doorframe, watching Chenshu enter the room and pick up the sleep‑aid potion, then suddenly said, "The day you came back to live here, I suffered from insomnia for a long time."

"Uncle Chenshu, three years have passed, and I still haven't gotten used to sleeping alone."

Chenshu paused, looking back; his heart suddenly softened, he walked back to Jin Chen, pressed their foreheads together, closed his eyes, and whispered, "Xiao Chen, I'm back, I'm back."

"From now on I won't let you sleep alone all the time."

Jin Chen curled the corner of his mouth and replied, "Mm."

——

After his shower, Jin Chen came out with damp hair, saw that Chenshu had already changed into pajamas, and curled his finger at him, wanting him to blow‑dry his hair.

Chenshu put down what he was holding, walked over, thinking it was a kiss; Jin Chen was momentarily stunned by the kiss, about to speak, but Chenshu stepped back first, as if realizing something, stood up, took the hair dryer from the cabinet, plugged it in, and pressed Jin Chen's shoulder to have him sit on the bed's edge, saying, "We can't kiss anymore—first we need to dry your hair."

Jin Chen: "……"

Jin Chen, his hair blown into a warm, fluffy mess, brushed aside the bangs blocking his vision, slipped out of his robe and under the covers, pulling Chenshu down to continue kissing.

In the warm blanket, their breaths intertwined, gradually becoming rapid and moist.

Hearing Chenshu's restrained panting, the damp, eager, sticky sounds, Jin Chen knew Chenshu was now deeply aroused—and he felt the same, both body and soul yearning for this person.

In Chenshu's brows and eyes was written fascination and indulgence; the fervor usually locked away behind his stern exterior poured out unreservedly.

He closed his eyes, his lips lightly touching the ring Jin Chen had slipped back onto his fingertip, and felt a pure devotion and love that seemed to have cast off desire, thanking fate for bringing this person back into his life.

Jin Chen seemed to sense it as well—his left hand went numb, his chest felt as if scorched by something hot, and for Chenshu it was a pleasure that made his scalp tingle, causing his whole body to tremble slightly.

"Xiao Chen……"

Before he could finish, Jin Chen leaned down and kissed him deeply again.

Chenshu's original slight trembling gradually turned violent; he heard the distorted, mad soul inside him screaming, the darkness that had plagued him for too long, the shackles that made him despise himself, the fear that he was unworthy of love—all of these melted away layer by layer in that kiss.

Love surged like a tide, engulfing him, cleansing him, remaking him.

Daylight broke, and a new day began.

We cast off our lingering ailments, we discard the bad past, and keep only love in mind.

Dearest, that will be a wonderful tomorrow.