Chapter 474: Plan to Win Back My Boyfriend Using Green Tea 19

Gu Yuanheng himself also understood this principle.

He did not want to die, and even less want to be killed by He Yuchuan.

But no matter how he begged, even kneeling and kowtowing, He Yuchuan remained unmoved, his gaze always cold.

"Take him out."

The security guards immediately acted, one of them covering Gu Yuanheng's mouth, forcing him to stay quiet, and two people dragged him away.

The room finally fell quiet again.

Even after everyone had left, it was quiet to the point of being deathly still.

The floor was littered with broken debris, a mess left after an absurd incident.

Gu Yuanheng's recent accusations and questioning still lingered in his ears, harsh and cutting, tearing apart his deliberate pretense and revealing his bloody emotions.

He Yuchuan let out a deep sigh, chose a relatively intact chair to sit down, his long legs casually bent, and his indifferent brows and eyes finally revealed a hint of another emotion.

He could barely restrain his thoughts any longer.

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Gu Yuanheng was thrown into the open lawn under a downpour; his blood‑stained clothes were quickly washed clean by the heavy rain, together with his shoulder wound that had turned deathly pale.

After being stepped on by the tip of a leather shoe, Gu Yuanheng could clearly feel the bullet being driven in a bit further, the flesh around the wound curled up, and he shivered pitifully.

He had no strength to get up again, could only curl his body as much as possible to keep the rain off the wound, his whole body turning icy cold and trembling uncontrollably.

Soon, as the rain intensified, Gu Yuanheng gradually lost feeling of pain in the wound, which was replaced by another kind of numb yet bone‑deep ache.

He knew it was probably starting to become inflamed; if the bullet wasn't removed, his arm would be completely useless.

Realizing this, Gu Yuanheng tried to crawl, using all his strength to prop himself up, his uninjured arm pushing off, his fingers digging deep into the mud, his face already filthy to the extreme.

But before he had crawled for long, his strength gave out first.

Gu Yuanheng slammed hard onto the ground, face up, with no strength left at all, only able to let the rain batter his face, unable to open his eyes.

The wound on his shoulder had already begun to feel hot.

He hoped a servant would pass by, even just a kind‑hearted one, but his bloodshot eyes stared at the corridor outside the garden for a long time and saw no one.

The resentment and anger in his heart had been completely replaced by the fear of death.

Gu Yuanheng ultimately regretted it.

He shouldn't have acted rashly, blinded by Jin Chen's actions; no matter how he looked at it now, it wasn't a good time to make a move.

But everything was already too late.

His thoughts grew fuzzy; Gu Yuanheng trembled as he placed his hand on his shoulder, somehow drawing a hint of warmth from there, and the hand that had just dug into the earth ruthlessly tore at his still‑unhealed gunshot wound, gaining warmth from the flesh.

Gradually, he actually felt as if he were inside a furnace, his whole body beginning to glow with warmth.

Gu Yuanheng fainted in that comfortable feeling.

His miserable state was fully seen by one person.

Jin Chen idly drew the curtains, guessing that Gu Yuanheng must have already breathed his last, and couldn't help feeling a bit bored.

He had thought him impressive, but a single shot killed him.

But thinking that his older brother would henceforth belong solely to him, he happily curled his lips, didn't bother changing his sleepwear, slipped on his slippers, and planned to go out to find someone.

But just as he reached the living room, the doorknob turned, and he collided gazes with He Yuchuan walking in.

Just that glance let Jin Chen realize something.

Brother seemed a bit off.

He felt… unusually excited?

Jin Chen slightly raised his eyebrows, recalling the corresponding memory from the original plot.

He Yuchuan, as the heir of the He family, grew up learning to use firearms—a necessity, for only with strong personal strength could he manage the vast and mysterious He Group.

But he has a trait: after using a gun to kill or injure someone, seeing blood makes him become excited, usually requiring an extremely long sleep to relieve it.

Psychologists attribute this trait to his congenital emotional deficiency, causing pent‑up bodily reactions to be vented in this way.

He Yuchuan originally intended to go straight back to his room to rest, but he couldn't put his mind at ease about Jin Chen, who was still in a state of physical discomfort, so he decided to come check on him.

"How did you get out of bed?"

He Yuchuan looked a bit puzzled, his gaze sweeping over Jin Chen, and asked, "Anything still uncomfortable?"

"No, brother."

Jin Chen answered obediently, pretending not to have noticed He Yuchuan's oddness, stepped forward two steps and embraced him around the waist.

"I just saw Gu… Gu Yuanheng thrown onto the lawn; I was afraid Brother would feel sad."

"He won't feel sad; he's not worth it."

He Yuchuan certainly wouldn't feel sad over such trivial matters; what truly deserves his sorrow is…

He lifted his eyes to glance at Jin Chen, who seemed very concerned about him, and the thoughts he had just suppressed rose again to the surface.

For a moment, He Yuchuan even thought of abandoning all his thoughts.

As Jin Chen had said before, they were meant to be a perfect match.

But he also clearly knew he was still in the excited state from seeing blood, and he didn't want to regain his calm only to regret it later.

Jin Chen took in this struggle fully.

He let go, awkwardly imitating how He Yuchuan used to comfort him, cupping his face with both hands and then leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek.

"Brother, we've grown up together; I'm the one least likely to betray you."

So, don't worry about Gu Yuanheng; worry about me instead.

In the dazed instant of being kissed on the cheek, He Yuchuan seemed to understand Jin Chen's unspoken words.

The next second, Jin Chen's lips lightly brushed his lip corner.

He Yuchuan's body stiffened, yet he offered no resistance; the struggle in his eyes gradually subsided.

Jin Chen, as if having received permission, timely embraced He Yuchuan, pushing further and lightly biting.

A slight sting brought He Yuchuan back to his senses; he realized what he was doing, wanted to push Jin Chen away, but was held even tighter.

"Mmm…"

He Yuchuan pushed on Jin Chen's shoulder, while his inner turmoil intensified; subsequently, his arm was seized and gripped even tighter.

In that instant he even felt that Jin Chen understood everything, utterly unlike the innocent and delicate childhood friend he remembered.

"Brother…"

Jin Chen slightly shifted to let him catch his breath, speaking in a sticky, coquettish voice, his peach-blossom eyes full of reliance and tender affection.

Such a gaze made He Yuchuan's heart tremble even more.