Chapter 597: The Young Master Can Hear Thoughts Again! 13

Mu Ci… how come it's you?

Fei Yao saw the door open, the smile he had been cultivating vanished instantly when he saw the person before him.

"You're still here?"

Fu Muci isn't someone who never wants people to stay long in his room!

Those words, when they reached Fu Muci's ears, carried another meaning.

Thinking of what Jin Chen had just said, he frowned secretly, displeased, and secretly thought Fei Yao really wanted to drive him away.

Jin Chen politely turned sideways to let him in.

"Mr. Fei, I think this shouldn't concern you."

Fei Yao glared at him, then turned and walked toward Fu Muci by the desk, his smile returning fully.

"Mu Ci looks in good spirits today; I brought flying chess, let's play together!"

He knew Fu Muci usually didn't want to go downstairs, so each time he came he brought some games suitable for indoor play.

They could make Fu Muci feel that his dull life had some embellishment, although he didn't think these games were that fun.

But today was an exception.

After the morning meditation, Fu Muci had been a bit drowsy, and after lunch he grew even sleepier.

This time should have been his nap time.

Moreover, today he also learned that Fei Yao had 'bullied' Jin Chen.

Fu Muci shook his head, pushed away the game box placed before him, clearly expressing his refusal.

Then he lifted his gaze to the approaching Jin Chen and reached out his hand.

"What's wrong, young master, are you tired?"

Jin Chen walked over, took his hand, stood beside the chair, and clearly saw the weariness on Fu Muci's face.

Fu Muci hummed, leaned his head toward his waist, rubbed his head against him, and muttered, "Don't see, he's leaving."

"Mu Ci?!"

Fei Yao exclaimed in bewilderment.

"How… you…"

He clenched his fists, suppressing his inner panic.

Clearly, when he came to see him this morning, his condition was still off; how did it become this good in just half a day!

And he even spoke!

What's even more unbelievable to Fei Yao is that Fu Muci clearly expressed his rejection of him!

Fei Yao forced a smile: "Mu Ci, aren't we good friends? Are you trying to drive me away?"

Fu Muci, hearing that, glanced at him sideways, half his face still buried in Jin Chen's embrace, his eyes blatantly cold.

Just as Fei Yao thought he would say something, Fu Muci merely hummed and turned his head away, ignoring him.

Fei Yao: "……"

Sometimes communicating with this lunatic really drives him crazy!

He got a cold stare for no reason, couldn't take it out on Fu Muci, so he could only look at Jin Chen with a displeased face and ask, "Did you say something to Mu Ci?"

"Mr. Jin, forgive my frankness, as a psychologist some things you'd better not interfere with."

Fei Yao deliberately emphasized the four words "psychologist," seemingly to remind Jin Chen to mind his own role.

For a moment, his gaze at Jin Chen was exactly the same as in the coffee shop.

Who would have thought that upon hearing this, the one with the stronger reaction wasn't Jin Chen but Fu Muci.

Fu Muci immediately pulled away, lifted his eyes to stare intently at Jin Chen's expression, and indeed saw a hint of loss behind his glasses.

He angrily turned his head, flung the game box on the table to the floor; the box wasn't closed, so with that toss it clattered and all the pieces spilled out.

Fei Yao stepped back half a step, his feigned amiability almost cracking.

"Get out!"

Fu Muci was somewhat agitated.

He really dislikes this person right now!

Always trying to make Jin Chen leave! Bad person!

"All right, all right, young master, I'm fine."

Jin Chen soothingly patted the young master's back, gave Fei Yao a meaningful glance, and when the latter was about to lose his temper, he turned his full attention to Fu Muci.

"Don't get angry, or you won't be able to sleep later."

As he said that, Fu Muci felt the sleepiness that had just receded surge back, involuntarily yawning, turning his head with a pout, and completely ignoring Fei Yao.

"Mr. Fei, my young master needs a nap now; please leave for now."

He pushed up his glasses with a fingertip, eyes gleaming with amusement, "By the way, tidy up the game box you brought."

Fei Yao's mouth twitched; it was obvious Jin Chen was doing this on purpose.

"…Don't go too far." He gritted his teeth.

"What are you saying? I don't understand."

Jin Chen still smiled faintly, leading the young master toward the living room, "Mr. Fei, don't worry too much; just tidy up and leave on your own."

"Mu Ci! You don't want me as your friend anymore?"

Fei Yao, unwilling to give up, still wanted to speak.

Bang—

The response was the door suddenly shutting.

"... Fine."

Fei Yao clenched his fists, unable any longer to conceal the malice in the depths of his eyes.

With Jin Chen's intervention, that lunatic has become increasingly normal.

This runs contrary to his plan.

For now, the most important thing is to get Jin Chen to scram as soon as possible.

He threw all the scattered flying chess pieces into the trash can beside the desk and stormed off.

In the living room, Fu Muci finally couldn't hear any outside noise, let out a barely perceptible sigh, completely relaxed leaning back in the recliner, and cautiously pulled Jin Chen's arm onto himself.

It seemed as if he were checking whether he had been affected.

"I'm fine, young master."

Jin Chen crouched beside him, his fingertip gently brushing his cheek, his tone tinged with apology: "Because of me, you've broken off with your good friend; I'm sorry."

"No……"

Fu Muci shook his head solemnly; to him, Fei Yao was not as important as Jin Chen.

He very much wanted to let Jin Chen know, but unable to utter a complete sentence, the hand gripping Jin Chen's arm exerted a little force.

"You're better than him."

"Not sorry."

He understood; the two locked eyes, his glasses reflecting the room's warm light, making Jin Chen look even more warm and jade-like, so he leaned forward and hugged his young master.

"I know, I'm also good friends with the young master, and I'm happy."

"Mm!"

Fu Muci nodded heavily, then yawned; his expression looked a bit dazed, and he seemed extremely sleepy.

"Young master, go to sleep; I'll stay here with you."

"Mm……"

Fu Muci exhaled a sound from his throat, rubbed his palm against Jin Chen's, curled up in the recliner, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

Jin Chen sat on the small sofa, always staying by his side.

Before long, Fu Muci's breathing grew deep and even; obviously he had fallen into a deep sleep.

"Host! We should properly sort out the Main God's cheat in this world!"

Jin Chen leaned back relaxed, not withdrawing his hand, occasionally using his fingertip to lightly brush the soft, warm cheek.

"Don't worry, he can only hear our thoughts, not our conversation."

Although 0731 had also suspected this, hearing Jin Chen admit it personally still relieved him.

"I'm about to suffocate it!"

"I even thought I'd have to be a mute system in this world!"

"But can the Main God only hear your thoughts?"

"No."

Jin Chen lowered his eyes in thought; although it was only a guess, it was probably about right.

"He can hear my thoughts at any time; as for others…"