Chapter 613: The Young Master Can Hear Thoughts Again! 29

The butler had just walked out not far when he saw Fu Zhenhua storm out, asking him where Jin Chen was.

"Doctor Jin is naturally sleeping and resting on the young master's third floor, sir… what business do you have looking for him so late?"

Fu Zhenhua was dressed in a black sleeping robe, his hands behind his back, chin slightly lifted, a servant following behind him, his face tense.

"This person says he's the night watchman of the outer building; he saw Jin Chen enter the outer building tonight, so he's likely involved."

"This…"

The butler glanced at the servant, helplessly closed his eyes, and felt a bit nervous.

"Sir wants to prove Doctor Jin isn't the killer; if we go check on the young master now, and if it really was him who did it, in such a short time he couldn't have crossed the lawn and returned to the main building's third floor."

He was just trying a desperate measure; since we can't find Jin Chen here, we might as well go straight to the third floor to look.

"Alright, that's a plan."

Fu Zhenhua indeed thought it reasonable, waved his hand, and told the security captain to hurry and drag the body away, then report it to the police at dawn.

He then stepped ahead and walked toward the main estate.

The butler picked up a flashlight and shone it on the servant's face a few times, saying, "You sure have a lot to say!"

"I… I'm going to rest, butler."

The servant ran off quickly.

The butler sighed and followed Fu Zhenhua's steps.

Jin Chen darted back to the room, took off his dirty coat and pants, quickly freshened up in the bathroom, and just as he returned to the bedroom he met Fu Mu Ci's gaze, who was leaning against the headboard looking over.

Jin Chen's motion of wiping his hair with a towel paused.

〖When did my wife wake up! 〗

Fu Mu Ci gave a light cough, his ear tips slightly red, patted the empty space beside him in the blankets, and opened his arms toward Jin Chen, speaking softly.

"Hug, I'm cold."

Hug hug hug!

Jin Chen was instantly overwhelmed by cuteness, having no spare thought for anything else; he took a few steps over and flung himself onto the bed to hug his precious one.

"How long have you been awake?"

Fu Mu Ci lowered his eyes without speaking, only leaning into his embrace, tightly gripping his waist with considerable force.

He dared not dwell on what he had seen.

But his mind held only one thought.

Perhaps he could never truly confine Jin Chen.

Jin Chen suddenly appeared in his world, bringing fervent, grand feeling, making him develop an attachment to this broken world.

But tonight he realized that, if Jin Chen wished, he could seemingly leave at any moment.

But he would not allow it.

Fu Mu Ci's fingers still trembled as he tightly gripped the back of Jin Chen's shirt.

He just wanted to hide… hiding would be enough.

Thump thump thump—

Knocking sounded, Fu Zhenhua's voice gentle: "Mu Ci, are you asleep?"

〖He came over this quickly? 〗

Jin Chen was wondering if the butler might leak something, when he saw Fu Mu Ci leave his embrace and go open the bedroom door.

His heart sank slightly as he watched the young master's back.

"What is it."

Fu Mu Ci gave Fu Zhenhua and the butler behind him a cold, assessing look.

"You're sleeping? Where's Jin Chen?"

Fu Zhenhua peered inside but saw nothing.

At Fu Mu Ci's strong request, an extra bed was added to the bedroom for Jin Chen to sleep on, but Fu Zhenhua still didn't want them sharing a bed.

"Sleeping."

Fu Mu Ci replied calmly.

Hearing the sound, Jin Chen quickly curled up under the covers, lying face up, his anxious heart also easing.

Then he pretended to have just been woken, pulling his sleep robe together, frowning as he walked over, his voice hoarse from just waking.

"Mr. Fu? What business do you have with me this late?"

He said this while glancing at the butler behind Fu Mu Ci.

The butler's eyes widened in shock; he thought, "What speed!", then gave Jin Chen a slight nod and explained to Fu Zhenhua.

"Sir, it seems the servant's statement is wrong; if Doctor Jin really were the killer, he couldn't have returned to his room in such a short time."

"Murder? Someone died in the estate?"

Jin Chen's tone rose, his expression turning somewhat grave.

"I'll handle it; no need for you to worry."

Fu Zhenhua gave a hollow smile; he really didn't want to see his son and this doctor alone together in the bedroom, he rubbed his temples, feeling this was worse than a death.

Better to not see it; he made a few perfunctory remarks telling them to rest well, then left.

The bedroom door was shut again; Fu Mu Ci turned to face Jin Chen, still saying nothing, merely walking over to nestle into his embrace and rub against his chest.

"Tired."

Jin Chen held him as he walked toward the bed, his heart still a little uneasy.

"Ci Bao, don't you have anything to ask me?"

He tucked the person into the blankets, holding both person and covers, his voice and tone softened to the utmost, as if afraid to startle the one in his arms.

Jin Chen was trembling with fear, and Fu Mu Ci was no different.

He felt a sudden pain in his chest—Fu Mu Ci's head had struck him, and Fu Mu Ci buried his face there, his voice muffled.

"Don't ask, don't ask, don't go..."

Fu Mu Ci didn't even know how to put this panic into words.

He was afraid he couldn't keep Jin Chen.

He was even more afraid that this feeling would dissipate like smoke once he recovered, and that Jin Chen would appear out of the blue as before, only to vanish just as suddenly.

Uneasy, afraid, panicked, lost...

Fu Mu Ci felt he was about to be suffocated by these emotions; he could only curl up in Jin Chen's embrace, breathing quickly, to catch a glimpse of hope and calm.

Knowing he had frightened the young master tonight, Jin Chen felt distressed and kissed his lips, his warm palm gently rubbing his back, saying, "No, no, Ci Bao, don't be afraid—I came for you; how could I possibly leave you?"

Because of their embrace, Jin Chen's warm breath as he spoke blew onto the sensitive skin behind his ear; Fu Mu Ci's emotions hadn't yet faded, and his whole body trembled slightly.

After coaxing him for a long time, the panic-stricken young master finally calmed down considerably.

He suddenly rolled onto Jin Chen, using his chest as a mattress, and refused to budge.

This position was comfortable, and Jin Chen also enjoyed it.

But whenever the young master felt insecure, he liked to rub around.

As he rubbed, the young master realized something was off.

He stared at Jin Chen for a few seconds, his face visibly flushing, then he buried his head under the covers, deep in his chest, refusing to move.

This drew a muffled laugh from Jin Chen.

He pulled the covers over his head, pinched the young master's face, and said, "Ci Bao, aren't you supposed to put out the fire?"

Fu Mu Ci's face grew hotter, and he tremblingly reached out his hand.

The wind and rain outside couldn't affect the warmth inside.

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【Detected Villain Blackening Value -10, total 50!】

Woken by the 0731 broadcast, Jin Chen rubbed his brow and sat up, faintly hearing voices downstairs.

【What's the fuss downstairs?】

【Oh! Xu Li got up this morning and found someone dead in the manor, kicking up a fuss asking… uh, to invite a master to come dispel the bad luck.】

【...】

Nutcase.